Synopsis: Anon is bullied by three pink mares, but what goes around comes around.

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*** 33 ***

>…
>…
>…
>Ah, but that's not how this story ends, is it?
>Indeed, Cozy came into this chamber and conquered everything.
>She usurped your herd.
>She wiped their memories of you.
>She affixed a brainwashing collar around your neck and broke you in personally.
>She utterly and thoroughly claimed you, nominating herself as Empress of Equestria along the way.
>…
>…
>And…and yet…
>Despite everything…
>You're still you.
>You're still Anonymous: a Master, a King, a Boar—
>A Soulmate.
>Your mind has been wholly enveloped within a subjugating mist, impelling you into submitting your everything before a sugary sweet mare.
>It's potent, yes.
>…
>But not permanent.
>In truth, these effects fail to dig past the surface—and you have willingly allowed yourself to sink into its spell of submission.
>But you did not do so blindly nor despairingly.
>For deep inside this mine shaft of mental servitude, you can see a lifeline hanging from the heavens.
>Its eyes are blood crimson, while its sanguine lips are sunk down into a disinterested frown.
>Yet her heart assures you that everything is going to be okay.
>For now, though, you play the part of Nonny—Empress Cozy Glow's "favourite" slave.
>Cozy Glow herself is currently relishing her hard-won victory.
>She pops a chocolate truffle into her mouth and savours the taste of incipient sovereignty.
>"Nom…nom…ulp…hm…"
>The crystal crown atop her head has been set slightly ajar.
>Not enough to arouse suspicion—but enough to inspire idle fiddling.
>Flitting her eyes skyward and lifting her free forehoof all the way up to her royal noggin, she absent-mindedly begins said fiddling.
>Cozy nudges her crown to the left.
>"Here…?" she mumbles.
>You see the mare on the left eyeing you up with a purely bestial hunger.
>This mare ultimately defers to your Empress, but you worry what she might do to you should the two of you ever have a moment alone.
>Cozy nudges her crown to the right.
>"No, here…?" she mumbles some more.
>You see the mare on the right gazing at you with faux indifference—but as your eyes meet, her expression soon changes.
>Her lips slowly curl up into a smirk, and she shoots you a sly wink.

>Cozy nudges her crown to the left again.
>"Maybe here…?" she mumbles even more.
>The mare on the right then carefully and covertly circles around Cozy's back, quietly making her way over to the mare on the left.
>Thus, alicorn soon meets unicorn—and the tips of their horns touch.
>The unicorn seizes up as a light-blue magical aura silently pulses out of one horn and slowly seeps into the other.
>Both horns are quickly enveloped within a blue glow, and their eyes—both thought to be conclusively crimson—steadily begin to change.
>One set turns amber; the other turns light blue.
>"Darn it," Cozy suddenly grumbles out loud, "how in Tartarus does Flurry manage to keep this stupid thing on her stupid head…?"
>Bringing her tilt back to earth, Cozy looks down at you with a raised eyebrow.
>"Nonny?" she questions you. "What's the hold up? I thought I ordered you to tend to me."
>Your eyes widen.
"A-ah, forgive me, my Empress," you sputter out. "I'll get on it right away."
>Before you can arouse any more doubt within her, you dive straight back into your assigned duties.
>"Ooh~"
>You slavishly smooch and suckle at her tender tang, teasing out her delicate reactions—and keeping her mind carnally occupied.
>"Mm~"
>Closing her eyes and tilting her head upwards, Cozy settles into sensual serenity at your biddable behest, and a contented smile soon crosses her soft lips.
>You can feel her forehoof gently stroke and pat at the back of your head.
>"Hah…" She happily sighs out. "Good…good boy~"
>It really does feel nice being praised like this; it fills you with good feelings—many, *many* good feelings.
>Cozy might have betrayed you, and she might have taken everything from you—but in a way, you've always belonged to her, haven't you?
>Honestly, she was only claiming what was hers to begin with.
>She's the rightful ruler of Equestria, after all.
>And you are her Nonny, her partner—her throne.
>This is where you belong.
>Maybe you should just give yourself over to her right now—submit to her will completely.
>No-one would blame you if you did.

>…
>But you can't.
>You've got to pull yourself out of this mental mire.
>And in doing so, you also pull yourself out of this physical mire in turn—detaching your diligent lips from Cozy's cinnamony cunt.
>Thankfully, she doesn't immediately notice your absence—as she's currently riding a particularly euphoric wave up to a blissful high.
>Her eyes remain closed, her nostrils stay flared—and her forehoof continues to idly stroke at your crown.
>However, you quickly notice something:
>They've moved back to their original locations.
>The alicorn sits on the right, while the unicorn sits on the left.
>But they've changed.
>Or rather, they've returned.
>Their eyes are back to normal.
>And their eyes each tell a separate story.
>The alicorn's gentle blue gaze display a genuine warmth, pleased beyond measure to see you good and well, while her horn is lit up with her natural light-yellow magic.
>The unicorn's wide amber sights carry shock, shame—and stormy anger.
>But that last emotion is not directed at you.
>It is, in fact, directed at the very same pegasus who—peacefully ignorant to her incoming peril—has a light-yellow chain steadily coiling around her barrel.
>"Mm…?"
>Cozy's eyes slowly open, finally noticing your intented tardiness.
>Letting out a light huff, her narrowed gaze naturally falls down to your face, while her tone pulses with presumption:
>"Nonny," she begins, expression growing tetchily impatient, "I didn't tell you to—"
>The magical chain around her barrel suddenly tightens and yanks her body backwards, flinging that crystal crown off her head and across the bed.
>"—HRK—!

>Cozy's forehoof slips off your head, and she is thrown belly-up on the pink mattress.
>The magical chains binding her body quickly bond with the bed itself, greatly inhibiting her movement.
>"What—what the—?!"
>Struggling wildly, Cozy tosses her head in every direction she can—and her eyes quickly fall upon the alicorn's glowing horn.
>"You!" she snaps. "Let me GO! Let me go NOW! That's an ORDER!"
>The alicorn simply responds with a silent shake of her head.
>And so Cozy's furious face snaps over to the unicorn's smug smirk.
>"You! Stop her RIGHT NOW!" she shrieks. "Blast her! Obey me! OBEY ME!"
>The unicorn offers only a "heh" in reply.
>"That's IT!" she screams. "Blast each other! Self-destruct! SELF-DESTRUCT! KILL—"
>"That's enough, Glowie," the alicorn softly states.
>Focusing her magic, the alicorn swiftly seals her bestie's mouth shut with an all-too-familiar spell—but this time, it's coloured light yellow.
>"Mmf! Mmf! MNGGRR—!"
>"Why don'tcha just sit tight for the time being, Cozy," the unicorn says with a sneer. "'Cause…"
>Turning around, the unicorn looks to you with a conflicted smile; in it, you see deep relief battling with pensive guilt.
>Her tone reflects this:
>"…I'm sure our *real* Master has some things he wants to get off his chest, yeah?"
>With the spotlight of speech now shining on you, your eyes flit between the unicorn's face, to the alicorn's, and then back to Luster's.
"Yeah," you say with a nod, "I do."
>Luster nods back.
>"Go on then. I'll keep an eye on our pesky little pegasus in the meantime."
>Using your left hand, you wipe off the smelly pegasquash that still stains your face.
>Then, you push yourself up into a proudly humanoid standing position.
>You'd been sitting on your hands and knees for so long—you almost started feeling like a natural-born quadruped.
>However, you are no slave—you are a Master.
>And the mares before you are yours.
>…Well, two out of three are.
>Throwing a tentative glance towards the spot between both mares, you examine your options.
>Sitting in the centre is a definite no go—unless you want to get bucked in the back by Cozy's still-flailing hindhooves.
>So instead, your eyes drift towards your alicorn—and the free space by her left side.
>Her expression is a tender one, yet it also carries faint traces of anxiety within.
>Taking cautious step after cautious step, you eventually sit down next to her, letting your bare feet comfortably rest on the turquoise rug.
>Thus, the two of you sit on the bed's edge, facing outwards but looking at each other.
>You look at her.
>She looks at you.
>It's time to speak up:
"Flurry…" you begin, "…is it…is it really you?"
>"Mhm." She nods. "It's me, Master."
>Her eyes subtly shimmer.
>"Your Queen and Soulmate."

>Lifting up your right hand, you caress both her left cheek and the underside of her chin.
>"Hah…" she sighs in reserved satisfaction.
>You can sense her heart beat with deep yearning.
>Your Queen needs her King.
>And the feeling is very much mutual.
"I missed you," you say with a gentle smile.
>"Ah…" she lightly gasps, eyes widening.
>She takes a couple of seconds to respond—blinking and sniffling in the meantime—but you soon see her squinting eyes run over with happy tears.
>"I…I…"
>She sniffles some more, fully turning to face you.
>"…I missed you too…!"
>She leans towards you, you lean towards her—and the two of you share in an affectionate nuzzle.
>Her face happens to have a few chocolatey stains on it, while yours still smells of musky mare goop—but the two of you make it work nonetheless.
>Your right hand slides down to her withers and becomes a petting one, while her left wing wraps around your back and holds you close.
>You can feel her healing heart calm itself alongside yours in real time, which is quite the pleasing sensation.
>She's letting you know she feels content in your presence.
>"Mm…mm…snff…Master…"
>Once your Queen is thoroughly and heartily soothed, she pulls away from you.
>Her face now bears a bashful grin on it.
>"…you stink a little."
>You chuckle, giving her withers an appreciative stroke.
"And I would've stunk a whole lot more—had it not been for your intervention."
>Breaking eye contact, you glance to the side and off the bed.
"But you know, I really thought I lost you for good back there."
>Your face falls into a pensive frown.
"I couldn't even sense your heartbeat. It was…"
>"…agonising," she sombrely finishes for you, clearly having felt the exact same way.
>Turning back to her, you respond:
"Right…"
>Flurry's forbidden ritual has bound your souls together in a deeply visceral manner.
>Whenever that link is obfuscated in some fashion—such as what happened earlier—it feels as if you're missing a vital part of yourself.
>You don't ever want to feel that way again.
>"Soulmates should never have to be separated like that," she speaks up, expression wincing shut, "but…but I had no other option but to deceive you, Master. And for that, I…I-I…"
>Sensing her heartfelt regret swiftly building to irreconcilable levels, you gently rest your right hand upon her withers.
"Whoa, Flurry…"
>You then give her withers a few reassuring rubs in an attempt to ease her repentant heart.
"Easy there, alright?"
>"H-hah…" she shakily sighs out.
>Her eyes shoot open; they're reddened, not in the "hopelessly brainwashed" way, but rather the "sorrowfully ashamed" way.
>"I'm sorry, Master…! I truly am…! I…!"
>You calmly nod, giving her withers another caring caress.
"I know, Flurry. I know."

>You can keenly feel your Soulmate's heart earnestly beating to you her good intentions and intense guilt.
>While you may not be able to grasp at the specifics, you *do* know that her heart was quite literally in the right place.
>Thus, you also know that she must have had her reasons for doing what she did—you just need to figure out what they were.
>After giving your still-somewhat-smelly left hand a cursory wipe off on the duvet, you use it to scritch the underside of her chin.
>"H-hoh…" she sighs out, tail weakly swishing along the duvet.
"Take your time," you state. "We'll talk things out together, alright?"
>Slowly closing her eyes, she nervously breathes in and out through her nostrils.
>"M-mhm…" she hesitantly hums in affirmation.
>Her outstretched wing fluffily rubs against your back as she does indeed take her time.
>Through this heart-to-heart bond that you and Flurry share, she can sense your emotions just as keenly as you can sense hers.
>She knows that you're not angry at her—and in this placidity, she finds instinctual relief as your Soulmate.
>Her face steadily softens at the soothing sensation of your honest heartbeat, while her tensed posture gradually relaxes in response to your continued backrubs and chin scritches.
>"Ah…"
>And soon enough, Flurry opens her eyes, and you can see a shy smile sneak its way onto her face.
"Feeling better?" You smile back.
>She lightly nods, still somewhat self-conscious—yet wholly happy to be with you.
>"Yeah…"
>You nod back.
"Glad to hear it."
>You carefully remove your left hand from her chin, confident that your Soulmate is now fully stocked up on scritches.
"So, back to the topic at hand," you continue, "I'm surprised you were able to hide your heart from mine in the first place."
>Part of you thought it was due to the fact that Cozy wiped Flurry's memories of you—but apparently not.
"Did you cast a spell of some kind?"
>Flurry shakes her head.
>"No, not a spell."
>Taking a reticent pause, she continues:
>"It's…not something a regular pony can do, or even a regular alicorn, really…"
>You arch an intrigued eyebrow.
"Oh?"
>Her ears shyly flop down, while her eyes flit to the side.
>"Mhm, you can thank my…physiology for that one."
"'Physiology,' huh…"
>And it's something that not even a "regular" alicorn can do?
>How curious.
>Whatever the case may be, it seems that your Queen is reluctant to state it outright.
>That's okay, though; you won't rush her.
>The two of you have an eternity to work things out.

"It's a pretty neat trick," you muse out loud.
>"Maybe," she half-heartedly responds, "but I never want to do it again."
>You understand her sentiment perfectly, but that's not going to stop your Soulmate from speaking her now-freed mind:
>"Master…"
>Lifting up her right forehoof, she gently presses its toe against your chest.
>"…I want to feel what you feel…"
>She then retrieves her hoof and rests it against her own chest.
>"…and I want you to feel what I feel."
>Letting her hoof fall down to the duvet, she shines you a smile that radiates rapport.
>"Because when our hearts are connected like this, I feel more complete than I've ever been."
>Bringing your left hand back into the fray, you give her fluffy chest an agreeable stroke.
"Same here."
>You could stare into your Soulmate's adoring light-blue eyes for eternity.
>"MMMNGGGRHH!"
>…However, reality has a way of creeping up on you whenever you entertain such idle fantasies.
>After all, you and Flurry are not the only entities within the bedchamber right now.
>Briefly glancing over your Soulmate's shoulder, you see Luster Dawn silently standing guard over a furiously grumbling and desperately struggling Cozy Glow.
>Thankfully, any expletives that your ex-partner are sure to be screaming have been curtly muffled by her magical mouth gag.
>You ought to reward your Sow for her due diligence later.
>But for now…
"Why don't you tell me more about this little deception of yours, Flurry?" you courteously address her.
>She winces a little at your words, still feeling the aftershock of her own deceit.
"Don't worry," you calmly add, "I know you had a good reason for it—but I still want to hear your side of the story."
>"Mhm." She nods, winced expression softening. "Right."
>After you each detach your limbs from the other, Flurry takes a deep breath, then speaks up:
>"So," she slowly begins, "I could sense Glowie's influence over my mind the moment she entered the room. It was…"
>The tips of her ears fold down, while her eyes waver with reminisced worry.
>"…terrifyingly oppressive."
"Even back then, huh…"
>"Yes, but somehow—I had enough willpower to at least partially resist her pull."
"Hm, I see."
>So your Soulmate *was* able to act against Cozy's wishes.
>You were, admittedly, not paying much attention to the placidity of your slaves back when you and Cozy were chatting it up; however, you *do* recall Flurry's subtle acts of defiance against your would-be-empress.
>For the most part, it amounted to a pilfered truffle here and there—but you also note that Flurry was careful not to use any of her light-blue magic whilst in Cozy's presence, keeping the pegasus wholly unaware as to your Queen's newfound abilities.
>Perhaps your Soulmate sought to undermine your perfidious partner in her own way—or maybe she was simply testing how far she could stretch her limited defiance.

>"But 'partial' resistance was never going to be enough when it came to Glowie," Flurry continues, "which meant that I needed time."
>You cross your arms and tilt your head.
"Oh? Time?"
>"Yes, I needed time to attune my magic to her influence while it was at its strongest so I could develop a proper counterspell."
>That "counterspell" of hers must have been the blue magic she channelled through both Luster's horn and her own.
>With it, Cozy's commands could no longer reach their minds—and thus they became your mares once more.
"And that's why you chose to hide your heart from me," you add in your own thoughts. "You were worried that if I had been privy to your plans—I might've let it slip, causing Cozy to grow suspicious."
>"I…"
>She solemnly nods.
>"…yes, that's absolutely right."
>She bows her head before you, penitent as always.
>"Once again, I truly am sorry, Master."
>She closes her eyes shut.
>"Even though I begged you to trust me earlier…I acted in secrecy, disobeyed your orders, and followed my own selfish judgement."
>Her expression tightens with attrition.
>"I'm a poor excuse for a Soulmate. I betrayed your trust in me. And if you wish to hold my actions against me until the end of time, I understand."
"Ah…"
>Blinking a few times, you slowly take in your Soulmate's most-recent apology.
>At the very least, Flurry is calmer about expressing her heartfelt guilt this time around.
>And indeed, your Queen has certainly been acting with more far autonomy as of late—to the point where she actively chose to keep you in the dark back there.
>However, this autonomous behaviour of hers happens to be something born of your own discretion.
>During your tenure as these mares' Master, you've made sure to grant them the freedom to spread their wings whilst under your influence—to allow them to blossom into full-fledged villains, both loyal and loving.
>Sure, this journey hasn't been without its hiccups here and there, but…
>You don't regret the path you've chosen.

"Flurry," you speak up, uncrossing your arms, "lift your head."
>She does as you command, opening her anxious eyes as she does.
"While it's true that I wish you were more forthcoming with your, ahem, 'selfish judgement'…"
>Using both hands to cup the underside of her chin, you cast her a warm smile.
"…you never betrayed my trust in you."
>Leaning in, you lightly press the tip of your nose against hers, entreating your Soulmate to an equable Eskimo kiss.
>She silently accepts, flickering her eyelids shut.
>Her nostrils gently flex in and out as she synchronises her breathing rate with yours.
>Her heart pulses with unease, yet steadily soothes itself with your Masterly presence.
>Between sharing breath and sharing heartbeats, the two of you can keenly feel everything that you are to each other.
>Thus, you know that she can sense your heart continuously beating clemency into hers.
"Flurry," you begin, "I forgive you."
>"H-haah…" she shakily sighs against your lips. "You forgive me…"
>She embraces your exoneration without a second thought, implicitly understanding that you speak these words with utmost sincerity.
>"Mhm…"
>Her lips gradually curl upwards into a calm smile, instinctually contented to be back in her Soulmate's good graces.
>Truthfully, you'd be lying if you didn't feel at least a little spurned by her earlier duplicity.
>She was the one who got you into this mess—yet she was also the one who got you out of it.
>It's a…net neutrality, you suppose.
>In the end, though, Flurry's actions ended up putting you in quite the advantageous position.
>After all, Cozy Glow is completely helpless now, despite the pegasus holding all of the cards back there.
>Whatever your Soulmate's plan was, it clearly bore fruit—even if you were forced to utterly humiliate yourself in the process.
>"Master…"
>Flurry opens her eyes, gazing at you with both dear affection and deep resolve.
>"I promise not to hide anything from you any more. No matter the reason."
>You let go of her chin, and she takes the chance to intimately nuzzle your face for a bit before continuing:
>"My heart is your heart. And my secrets are your secrets."
"Oh?" you reply, pulling away from her snout. "All of them, you say?"
>"Mhm, every single one of them…"
>Chasing after your face, Flurry plants a plush peck upon your lips.
>*Mwah~*
>Pulling away, you gazes at you with confident clarity in her cool blue eyes.
>"…my King."
"Well then…"
>You spare a brief glance towards the spot on the bedside rug where you had been made to kneel.
"…I suppose you can start with what spurred on this plan of yours to begin with."
>She nods.
>"Of course."

>Straightening her seated stance, she continues:
>"At the time, I saw this to be the safest way to incapacitate Glowie."
"Right…"
>You can see the logic behind her reasoning.
>Given that your "partner" was able to exercise absolute dominion over both of your mares, directly commanding Flurry and Luster to bind Cozy to your will was no longer an option.
>"I could tell that Glowie had a lot riding on this plan of hers," Flurry continues. "if she felt threatened enough, she would've…um…"
"…gotten self-destructive?" you finish with a wry grin.
>Flurry lets out a nervous giggle.
>"Yes, that."
>Cozy has clearly shown that she's vindictive enough to sink the whole damn ship if things start going south for her.
>That pegasus is a real piece of shit, to put things bluntly.
>And Flurry's gambit to develop a magical countermeasure was an extremely risky one on her part—as it nearly concluded in Cozy's complete and total victory.
>Considering the well-being of your mares was at stake, it would've been far safer to take out your winged threat entirely.
>In fact, if it were solely up to you—Cozy wouldn't even be breathing right now.
>…
>Ah, but it's *not* solely up to you, is it?
>Such are the snags that come with being so-directly connected to a bleeding heart.
>Flurry's heart makes no effort to hide from you her full intentions; your Soulmate is as honest as she is sentimental.
>You decide to put a pin on it for now, though.
>This little recap session of yours isn't quite finished.
"Things sure got pretty dicey back there, didn't they?"
>"Mhm…"
>Her hums are hesitant, yet her reply soon afterwards is filled with conviction.
>"But rest assured, Master—I was *never* going to let you fall under Cozy's spell."
"Yeah…"
>She's not lying.
>While it's true that Cozy was able to affix her mind-control collar around you while you felt at your absolute lowest—it failed to work exactly as advertised.
>It mired you in her influence, yet it couldn't breach past your brain.
>You're pretty sure that the human brain doesn't possess any natural defences when it comes to magical mind control—Luster can attest to that.
>And that had to mean something was protecting you—in fact, you're quite certain it still is.
>You gaze into Flurry's light-blue eyes, seeing them shimmer with support and glimmer with geniality.
"Did you cast a spell of your own on me?"
>She nods.
>"Do you remember way back when you first tried to collar Lustie?"
>Your lips briefly purse.
"Back at the parlour."
>It didn't go well.
>"She got the upper hoof on you, and I was so…so…"
>She huffs, face falling into a fierce frown.
>"…*frustrated* with myself. A slave is supposed to protect her Master, but I failed to do that. I failed you."

>Flurry takes a breath and a blink; her expression slightly softens—yet her tone ever drips with determination:
>"I swore to myself right then and there that I'd never let you down again, and that was exactly when I first awakened to my…"
>Right ear flicking, her gaze briefly flits to the side.
>"…new magic."
>You nod.
"Right."
>It was also when she encased you within her wings and brought you back from the brink.
>She poured her all into you, channelling that light-blue magic of hers to resuscitate her treasured King.
>Back then, she described her alternatively coloured magic as something that drew directly from the Crystal Heart and was powered by the love you two shared.
>"One of the first things I did with that magic is cast a protective ward upon your mind," she continues, looking back to you. "It's a mental barrier that's strengthened by the endless love I feel for you, so it will last forever—just like our bond."
"I see…"
>So that's why Cozy's collar has left your mind relatively untouched.
"…but hold on—couldn't you have cast this spell on yourself to protect both Luster and yourself from Cozy's influence?"
>"No." She firmly shakes her head. "Because Glowie's collars had already taken deep root inside of our minds, so a safeguarding spell was never going to stop her control over us."
"Oh, that makes sense."
>To put things in more medical terms: if the collar's controlling magic is a pathogen, then Flurry's mental ward is akin to a preventative measure that stopped Cozy's influence from fully infecting your mind.
>Also, given that Flurry's light-blue magic is tempered specifically by her devotion to you, you'd wager that such a ward would lose its protective potency when applied to Luster or herself.
>In this sense, your Soulmate's efforts to safeguard your mind could not considered a cure—which meant that she needed to find another way to break free from her bestie's control.
>Thankfully, she was able to hone her light-blue magic into an immunising agent to bring both you and your herd sweet succour.
>And even when all hope seemed lost, she was always there for you.
"You said that your ward is strengthened by the love you feel for me."
>"Mhm." She nods with certainty.
"But Cozy told you to erase your memories of me."
>She nods again, this time with some sombreness.
>"And I had no other choice but to follow her command."
"So you *did* forget…"
>Her eyes and ears shamefully droop downwards.
>"Yes…" she solemnly sighs out, "…at that moment, my mind was wholly under her sway—and I was just a tool for her to use as she pleased."
>Closing her eyes, she sadly shakes her head.
>"I was forced to forget you, and so all I could do was treat you like somepony I've never met before—like a…like a *creature.*"
>She shudders at the word, which is a reaction you admittedly find somewhat humorous.
>Once a racist…

>Still, that doesn't change how dire things felt back then.
>Once your Queen started regarding you with such cold disdain, you lost the very last shred of hope that you were clinging on to—after all, you had just lost everything.
>You lost your Mated Sow. You lost your Soulmate. You even lost half of your heartbeat.
>Thus, when Cozy placed her brainwashing collar around your neck and whispered for you to become hers—you offered no resistance.
>You were ready to submit to your Empress—as everypony else had.
>However…however…
"…you never stopped loving me, didn't you?"
>Using your left hand, you gently prop up her chin, angling her face towards yours.
>She slowly opens her eyes to look at you, gaze slightly shimmery.
>You smile at her.
"Even though your mind had completely cast me aside, there was still a part of you that refused to forget."
>Something changed when that collar entered your bloodstream—and it wasn't your mind.
>You were able to feel it again—that familiar "Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump."
>It told you everything you needed to know.
>And you knew what you had to do.
"That part of you was the reason the ward around my mind still held strong despite you losing your memories."
>You toss a temporary yet tender glance down towards her tufty chest.
>The potency of both its floofy pheromones and its hearty hormones cannot be overstated—yet you also know that it shall always beat true for you.
>Looking back up to your Soulmate, you pose her a simple question:
"Am I right?"
>She smiles back.
>"Mhm."
>You scritch her chin; she lets out a contented huff.
>"My heart never forgot you, Master."
>You remove your hand from her chin, and she continues:
>"Once Glowie put her collar around your neck and thought she had won, my heart saw no further need to hide itself from yours."
"Huh…"
>She speaks as if her heart is capable of making its own decisions.
>Then again, considering what you've experienced within that "heart-dream" of hers—that could very well be the case.
"…and even though you forgot me, you didn't forget about the counterspell?"
>"Right." She nods. "And through my heart's desire, I was able to keeping working on the spell."
>You still haven't fully wrapped your head around the concept, but perhaps the heart is like an unconscious mind in that sense—something that exists beyond the collar's controlling domain.
>Despite being placed under Cozy's thrall, Flurry was still able to devise a magical countermeasure against her.
>And despite having her memories wiped, your Queen's heart still freely beat for her King's.
>The eternal bond between Soulmates isn't something that can be broken by a mere memory wipe.

>"However," Flurry speaks up, expression glinting with uncertainty, "there was…one problem I hadn't accounted for."
>You lift an eyebrow.
"Hm?"
>"I never expected Glowie to purge my memories. I didn't think she'd go that far."
>Now that the worst is behind you, you feel no shame in letting out a quietly grim chuckle.
"So you underestimated your bestie, huh?"
>"Yes, I…" She lets out a shoulder-slumping sigh. "…I'm sorry, Master. I really thought she wouldn't try anything drastic as long as I played dumb."
>Lifting up your right hand, you give her left shoulder a few light pats.
"It's alright, Flurry."
>Looking over your Soulmate's right shoulder, you can see a pair of amber eyes cautiously peering back.
>You flash her a friendly grin, before turning back to your Queen.
>Flurry "played dumb," alright, but she wasn't the only pony being mentally manipulated.
>Luster was there, too. And unbeknownst to all of you—she was fighting as hard as she possibly could to break free of Cozy's crimson-hued control.
>Your Sow's surprisingly stubborn resistance gave Cozy great pause—and that pause must have been what caused your upstart empress to head straight for the nuclear option.
>In that sense, it seems Flurry must have underestimated her other bestie, too.
>…Your Soulmate may in fact not be the best judge of character.
>"Anyway," Flurry speaks up, "I was able to finish the spell, but I had no idea how to bring the memories in my heart back over to my mind."
>She briefly hangs her head, ruminant.
>"Actually, I wasn't even sure if it was possible in the first place. And…I got the feeling that if I couldn't recover the memories held within my heart: eventually, they would've faded away entirely—leaving nothing behind but the connection our hearts shared."
>Looking up, she casts you a wistful smile.
>"But at the very least, I held onto the hope that we could eventually make some new memories together."

>Her melancholy statement tugs at your heartstrings.
"Oh, Flurry…"
>Even when she lost her memories and promptly disparaged you as a "pleb," her heart later and repeatedly assured you that her disdain was purely perfunctory; the memoryless Flurry secretly wanted to know more about the "pleb" before her—a lot more.
>As bonded Soulmates, your hearts naturally gravitate towards each other regardless of what your minds have to think on the matter.
>Thus, despite losing her memories of you, you're quite certain that Flurry would've fallen for you again—given enough time.
>It would've been a bittersweet outcome, but at least you'd still have each other.
>…
>Thankfully, though, such a scenario never came to pass.
"But you were able to get your memories back in the end, right? After all, we're speaking together right now."
>"Mm." She nods. "It turns out that there *was* a way to recover my memories; however, I wasn't able to do it alone."
"Oh?" you say, lifting an eyebrow. "Did Luster help?"
>"No." She shakes her head. "Not Lustie."
>You remain silent, curiosity piqued.
>"You could say that I…"
>Her wistful smile becomes more of a bashful one.
>"…had a helping hoof."
>You are now powerlifting your eyebrow.
"A…'helping hoof?'"
>What could she be—
>Wait.
>Could it really be…?
>"GrrrRRAAAAGH!"
>"Wh-whoa!"
>You hear the distinct sound of tearing fabric.
>Looking over Flurry's shoulder, you see an angry pink blur launch herself high into the air, breaking free of the chains that bind her.
>Oh no.

>"I—"
>Said pink blur flits halfway across the bedroom, hovering a good few metres above the floor and far out of your reach, but instead of making a break for it—she turns around to glare at all three of you.
>"—have had it up to HERE with you and your sentimental NONSENSE! If I have to hear even ONE more SECOND of your BULL—"
>"Gotcha!"
>Another pink blur—this one coated within an amber aura—propels itself through the air and promptly tackles your would-be escapee to the floor.
>Well, when pigs fly…
>"Gah!" Cozy yelps. "No!"
>The dust soon settles, and you can see Luster pinning Cozy down to the floor with her portly body.
>None of the light-yellow restraints inhibiting Cozy are present—which means that this pegasus has somehow managed to break of her bindings through raw fury alone.
>It's impressive, but it was that very same burst of wrath that caused her to stop and snap back at you instead of making a proper escape.
>What a shame—for her, that is.
>"Get off of me, you disgusting slob!" Cozy screams as she desperately struggles under Luster's weight.
>"Hm…"
>Luster takes a slow, thoughtful pause.
>And then blithely shakes her head.
>"Nah."
>Cozy responds with a high-pitched screech.
>Eyes reflexively wincing, Luster's ears flop down to protect her precious eardrums.
>Meanwhile, you cover your own ears with both hands.
>Thank God for soundproofing—but damn.
>"You're a threat to ears everywhere, Cozy," Luster states. "So I'mma have to shut that trap of yours real quick."
>With a quick flash of her horn, Luster applies an amber-coloured seal around Cozy's mouth, rudely muffling her mare rage.
>"MMMNGHRRR!"
>"Phew…" Luster sighs out in relief.
>She then looks up at you and shoots you a wink.
>"Don't worry, Master. I got it."
>You give her an appreciative nod and smile in turn.
>Cozy might be a little smaller than Luster, but you know that the physically fit pegasus is leagues stronger than the sedentary unicorn.
>However, your Sow's body is currently coated in an amber glow, and you suspect that her magic is strengthening the power of her full-body pin on your ex-partner.
>Spellcasters really do hold all the advantages in Equestria, huh?
>"Mm…"
>That snoozy sounding hum came from your right.
>Thus, you turn over to said direction and face Flurry.
"Something up?"
>She casts you a soft, if somewhat tired, smile.
>"I think I'm going to have a lie down."
"Need to recharge your batteries?"
>"Yes." She languidly nods. "All of this heart-hiding and counterspelling have left me feeling…" She yawns and blinks a few times. "…kinda eepy…"
>She's so "eepy" she's even forgetting letters, it seems.
>"Plus," Flurry continues, "I'm sure you, Lustie, and Glowie have some 'catching up' of your own to do. Am I right?"

>You toss a glance over in your Sow's direction.
>The magic covering Luster's body is gone, but she's now levitating a furiously flailing Cozy Glow within an amber aura.
>Looking back to Flurry, you respond with a grin:
"Yup, that's right."
>She lets out a gentle titter, before her eyes lightly widen.
>"Oh, before I forget… Please hold still, Master…"
>Your eyebrow has now been safely and securely lowered, yet you are nonetheless intrigued.
"Hm?"
>Carefully bowing her head, Flurry gently rests the side of her horn against your forehead.
>Her horn then comes to life with light-blue magic.
>From there, her magic steadily flows through your skull and soon envelops your brain.
>It feels warm, but also kind of goopy.
>She holds this position for a few seconds; after that, she releases her magic and pulls away from you.
>"There." She nods self-assuredly. "That should do it."
"And what *did* you do, exactly?"
>"I thought I'd cast my counterspell on your mind too; you know, just to be safe."
"Ah, right."
>She's basically immunising you against further Cozy-based incursions.
>You're not gonna say no to that.
"That's a good idea, Flurry."
>Thanks to her timely counterspell, your mind now feels noticeably clearer; it's as if the last vestiges of the collar's magic have finally been uprooted from your brain.
>Earlier, you were able to ignore Cozy's influence through focusing solely on your Soulmate's presence—but now, you feel fully ready and willing to speak with your "partner" in person without fear of getting distracted by any submissive thoughts.

>Reaching up with your right hand, you give your Soulmate a couple of appreciative headpats.
"Good girl."
>Closing her eyes, she nuzzles up into your touch and cheerily wags her tail.
>"Ehehe~"
>She always looks so happy whenever she's being praised by you—so content.
>A mare like her is far better off being your slave instead of Cozy's.
>At least, that's what you hope.
>"Up we go!"
>"GGGRRRMN—!"
>Speak of the devil…
>Luster hops back onto the bed, carrying a levitated Cozy a short distance above and in front of her.
>"So," Flurry speaks up, lightly clasping her forehooves together, "I should leave the three of you to it."
"Alright." You nod to her. "You go rest your weary bones, Flurry."
>She quietly giggles, and then rests a forehoof upon your chest.
>"Don't worry; I'll be around, and if you need me…"
>She tenderly strokes at the area where your beating heart is.
"…yeah, I know."
>With a courteous nod from her, she walks past you and makes her way over to the area of the bed where the pillows reside.
>Once there, she lies on her side and rests her head on one of the pillows, making sure to keep you in her peripheral.
>She said that she needed to "lie down"—but you already know that she's ready to step in at a moment's notice.
>In that sense, it would be more accurate to say she's keeping watch over all three of you.
>Your Soulmate is a scrupulous one.
>Turning back to where Luster hopped onto the bed, the first thing you can see is the large rip in the pink duvet where Cozy attempted her daring escape.
>Between that and the chewed-up mattress from when you broke in Luster—you can't help but lament on how this poor bed has undergone a lot of punishment due to your actions.
>You briefly wonder if beds accept chocolate truffles as a peace offering.
>…Probably not.

>Looking further inwards, you see that Luster has made her way over to the bed's centre.
>Crawling along the duvet, you soon join her.
>You sit on your knees; Luster sits on her haunches—and Cozy helplessly hovers in the air.
>"Oh?" Luster addresses you with a grin. "Come to check up on your Sow, Master?"
>Flashing her a grin of your own, you reach out with your left hand and give her a carefree rub on the withers.
"Of course," you respond. "It's a Boar's duty to make sure his Mated Sow never feels lonely."
>"Heh, and your Sow is real thankful for her Boar's attention~"
>"HGGGRRRMN—!"
>Luster turns her gaze up to the complaining convict above.
>"Give me a sec, Master. Let me set our pegapal pegadown…"
"Sure."
>Directing her magic downwards, Luster lays Cozy on her back, binding her spreadeagle to the bed's duvet.
>With an amber shackle around each limb—plus one around her neck and another around her body for good measure—Cozy is on again secured and strapped to the bed itself.
>You just hope that she manages to stay put this time.
>Dissipating the aura around her horn, Luster turns to face you with a confident smirk.
>"Not to brag, Master," she brags, "but *my* magic oughta do a much better job of keeping our pesky pegasus stuck and still."
>You curtly nod towards Cozy's restraints.
"They do look sturdy."
>You look back to Luster with a sympathetic smile.
"How are you feeling, by the way? You got all your memories back?"
>"Yep." She nods. "Every last one."
>You may not be directly linked to your Sow's heart, but you see no reason to doubt her.
>It merely needs to be seen to be believed; Luster Dawn once again possesses all of the piggish pep that you've come to know and love her for.
>However, in the absence of a literal heart-to-heart connection, you find yourself pondering a particular brainteaser:
"Were you *also* hiding your memories in your heart—just like Flurry?"
>She hums with uncertainty.
>"I dunno about my *heart,* but…"
>Turning to the side, she shows off her right flank to you.
>"…I do know there's one part of me that'd *never* forget my Boar."
>She gestures towards her cutie mark:
>It depicts a sun rising over a watery horizon, but that's not all—it also depicts a question mark gestating inside that very same sun.
>It's your enigmatic destiny, distinctly imprinted onto hers.
"Ah, right. Of course…"
>How could you ever forget?
>Somehow, you've managed to claim this mare's very cutie mark as your own.
>Thus, her body accepted your essence on a fundamental level, forever recognising you as her one true mate.
>And if hearts can hold memories, then who's to say that cutie marks can't, either?
>If you were still living back on Earth, you would've rightfully dismissed such outlandish concepts as total hogwash.
>But this is Equestria: the land where dreams can be made reality with just a little bit of magical elbow grease.
>Here, the only hog you'll be washing is your Mated Sow during bathtime.

>"Really wish *I* was the one to save you, though," Luster grumbles to the side.
>Reaching forward with your left hand, you reassuringly rub her right shoulder.
"Hey, you got pretty close."
>"Yeah, but close isn't good enough when it comes to…" She briefly side-eyes that bound pegasus. "…her."
>When Luster's eyes flit back to you, the immense shame from earlier resurfaces.
>"And when I lost my memories, I—"
>You firmly grasp her left shoulder with your right hand, stopping her spiel.
"Now, now, we'll have none of that."
>You stare right into those wavering amber pools of hers.
"I don't want you feeling guilty over what you did without your memories."
>"B-but I—"
"It wasn't your fault. And you should know that I don't hold it against you in the slightest."
>She lightly sniffles.
>You're beginning to feel like a broken record here.
>However, both of your mares have their own emotional hangups to grapple with thanks to Cozy's meddling.
>And as the "stallion" of this herd, it's your job to treat each of your marewives with equal care.
"You're my beloved Sow, and you'll always be my beloved Sow."
>"Snff…Master…"
>Her eyes are watering up even more now, and her nose is leaking a little.
"Hey…"
>You carefully remove your hands from her shoulders, flashing her a gentle smile.
"…if you want to hug things out, then I—"
>You are promptly tackled down onto your back by a extremely needy Sow, forcing out a strained gasp from your lips.
>Her forehooves wrap around your head, and her sniffly snout quickly finds your nose.
>You're getting nuzzled—whether you like it or not.
>"Master…! Snff…Master…! Snff…snff…my Boar…!"
>She closes her eyes, losing herself in her nuzzle—losing herself in *you.*
>You reciprocate her hug by looping your arms around her back and holding her tight.
"There, there…"
>Your right hand rubs her withers, while your left caresses her croup—paying extra special scritchy attention to her twitching tail dock.
>Her chubby belly squishes and grinds against yours, feeling like a warm water bed.
>"Hff…snff…hff…snff…"
>Her somewhat-snotty snout sniffles and snorts against your nostrils, ventilating your nasal cavity with hay-scented breath.
>She smells good, natural—and so you gladly breathe in Luster's pig breath, sharing some of your own in turn.
>All the while, she continues to lovingly nuzzle her soft fuzzy face against yours, freely smearing her mucus and tears across your features.
>It's messy, but it's nothing you haven't dealt with before.
>You've come to realise that your Sow is a stout supporter of sweaty skinship; a healthy dose of nose-to-nose contact between ailing mates is her preferred method of reaffirming one's bond.

>Fuzzy nuzzles soon turn to washing licks, and the two of you spend some additional time attentively cleaning each other's countenances off, further strengthening the link between mated pigs.
>"Mm…mlm…mm~"
>After this much-needed pair bonding session, Luster pulls her face away from yours and steadily opens her eyes.
>She still clings to your body—as do you warmly embrace hers—yet she now flashes you a dreamily wide smile.
"You feel better?" you coo.
>She responds with a nod:
>"Mhm, *much* better."
>She leans in and gives you a few more sniffly nuzzles.
>Her snout soon scrunches up.
>"'Cept you still *stink* of Cozy…grr…"
"Oh?" You grin. "Is my big bad Sow feeling a little territorial?"
>"Yeah…" she throatily breathes against your lips. "This smell's making me want to punish that pegasus for even *thinking* of stepping on our turf."
>That's understandable; to Luster, Cozy is an opprobrious outsider to the herd—one who squashed all over your face and tried to claim you for herself.
>No doubt your Sow sees your ex-partner as a petty pink problem.
"Wait a minute…"
>You push yourself up into a sitting position, keeping your Mated Sow comfortably held in your arms and sat on your lap.
"…did you just say 'our' turf?"
>She pulls away from your face to answer you:
>"Eheh, maybe."
"This include Flurry?"
>One of her ears makes a small flick as her smile becomes more pensive.
>"Guess it does."
"And here I thought the two of you were bitter rivals."
>"Well, we are—we still are—but…"
>Gaze briefly flitting to the side, she lets out a reticent sigh.
>"…if it weren't for her magic, I would've ended up losing my memories of you for good."
>Looking back to you, she casts you a worried frown.
>"I can still remember how I acted back there, y'know? How I felt."
>Her ears fold down.
>"It was…terrifying. It was like I was an entirely different pony—like I was trapped in a body that didn't belong to me."
>You give your worrisome Sow some pats and strokes to let her know that you'll always be there for her; she clings onto you extra tight in turn.
>"And if Flurry really wanted," Luster continues, "I'm sure she could've chosen to leave me that way for good. It definitely would've made me easier to control if she did."
>You blink, surprised and speechless at the sinister scenario that your Sow's conscious has concocted.
>The idea of Luster losing her precious memories is as unthinkable for you as it is for her.
>But…as for Flurry…
>You suppose the idea might have crossed her mind at some point; your Queen's jealous streak deeper than the blue sea.
"But she didn't," you speak up. "She brought your memories back."
>Luster nods.
>"Yeah, and I…I owe her one for that."
>Loosening her hoofgrip on you, Luster turns her head to look at Flurry.
>And so Sow addresses Queen:
>"So, um, thanks, Flurry."

>Turning your own head to the right, you can see that your Soulmate is placidly peering at you both from her position by the pillows.
>Lips pursed and ears flopping, Flurry looks more than a little embarrassed for having been so-earnestly thanked by her rival in love.
>She saves face by turning up her snout and huffing.
>"Hmph. Don't get ahead of yourself, Lustie. I was only evening the playing field."
>She sharply flicks her head to the side and closes her eyes.
>"After all, you're going to need every advantage you can get if you plan to continue competing for this herd's top spot."
>She partially opens one eye and directs her disparaging gaze towards Luster.
>"Although, if you ask me, you might as well give up while you still have *some* shred of dignity left—because a mere pig like you will *never* be able to succeed a Queen as Master's Alpha Mare."
>Reeling from her herdmate's frosty rebuttal, Luster blinks in disbelief.
>She then scoffs.
>"…Pah! Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you? Me giving up."
>Tightening her hoofgrip around your body, Luster aggressively nuzzles the side of her face against your chest while maintaining eye contact with Flurry.
>"'Course, we all know the truth here: you're scared of me; you know that once me and my Boar get cuddly enough—" Luster shoots Flurry a smirk. "—his heart's gonna drop yours and switch straight to swine time~"
>Flurry lets out a scoff of her own and dismissively shakes her head.
>"Believe what you will."
>Your Soulmate's words may have been harsh, but her heart beats a different story.
>Deep down, Flurry enjoys riling up Luster's swinish spirit just as much as you do.
>Perhaps that's due to your influence.
>In any case, you're full glad your Sow has recovered her memories and moxie both.
"Hey, Luster," you address her, "for what it's worth—you're already my top pig."
>Detaching her cheek from your chest and slowly looking up at you, Luster shoots you a scampish grin.
>"Eheh, don't mean to downplay you, Master," she downplays you, "but that title only really means something when you've got more than one pig in the herd."
>You chuckle light-heartedly.
"So you say."
>"MMNGRHGHRR!"
>Ah, that noise.
>It's always been there, of course.
>But it's only during the quiet lull of a quaint conversation that it makes itself truly known.
>You suppose you've kept her waiting long enough.
"And on that note, Luster…"
>Trailing your right hand up her back and around her neck, you give the underside of your Sow's chin a few gentle scritches.
>"Mm…hff…" she hums and snorts in approval.
"…why don't we 'punish' Cozy together?"
>Luster's grin grows wider—almost predatory.
>"Heh heh, let's~"

*** 34 ***

>After letting out a swinish huff, Luster reluctantly detaches herself from your comfy lap.
>The two of you then turn to face Cozy.
>Thankfully, she remains shackled to the bed by her limbs, body, and neck—and just like before, she's bound on her back, spreadeagle style.
>Presently, you and Luster are positioned by Cozy's left hindleg, which continuously squirms and wriggles under its amber restraint.
>The first thing you notice is just how fine your ex-partner's body is.
>It's toned, muscular, and…very aerodynamic.
>The second thing you notice is that your pesky pegaproblem is currently glaring daggers at both you and Luster.
>Fortunately—or perhaps *unfortunately*—you are already well-acquainted with the sensation of being leered at by red eyes, so her scarlet-hued hostility does nothing to deter you.
>"Sorry to keep you waiting, Cozy~"
>Luster slowly circles around Cozy's confined form, sneering at her all the while.
>"I know you're not the biggest fan of our, heh, 'sentimental nonsense,' as you liked to put it—but me and my Boar needed to reconnect, y'know? Keep our bond going strong."
>Plonking her fat rump on the spot right above Cozy's head, Luster sneers down at the pegasus.
>"Especially after you nearly enslaved us all."
>Luster's expression and tone both take on a sharp, embittered edge:
>"Really wasn't fond of that trick."
>With her mouth magically gagged and her neck magically shackled, Cozy can do little else but scowl up at Luster.
>"In fact," Luster continues, "I can't say I've ever been too fond of your scheming habits, Cozy. You might have had Flurry wrapped around your little hoof—" She proudly pats her chest. "—but me? I could always see right through you."
>Luster's eyes narrow.
>"Even after all these years, you're still that same old villain of a filly who only sees everypony else as tools for her benefit."
>Cozy's eyes narrow back.
>"But hey," Luster continues, "at least we see eye to eye on one thing, Cozy…"
>Luster lowers herself down onto her soft belly, making sure to keep her head directly above Cozy's.
>The orientations of their faces mirror the other—yet their eyes remain aligned.
>"…Equestria's gotten too soft."
>Lips curling up into a smirk, Luster presses both her forehooves against either side of Cozy's head, firmly thwarting any further struggles.
>"'Cause if it were up to me, I would've done something like this a long time ago."

>And with that, Luster begins channelling her magic.
>At first, her signature amber essence only harmlessly swirls around her horn.
>But then, her eyes slowly shift.
>Her amber irises expand to take up the entirety of her cornea, leaving not a trace of white sclera behind.
>Her black pupils, on the other hand, initially shoot to orange pinpricks, switching colour and size both, but after that, they elongate from the centre like a slithery snake, stretching and bending, coiling and spinning—round and round and round.
>Before long, Luster's eyes become a swirling symphony of orange and amber.
>This two-toned ocular tempest is making you feel a little funny by just looking at it.
>However, these hypnotic sights of hers are not for you—but rather, they are aimed directly at the pegasus bound inches beneath her.
>Cozy quickly realises what is happening.
>"MMMNGNG! MNNNHG!"
>She winces her eyes shut in a panic and attempts to toss her head from side to side.
>Alas, Luster's rigidly placed forehooves ensure that Cozy's screeching struggles amount to nothing more than mere moaning squirms.
>As for her eyes…
>"Heh, closing 'em ain't gonna stop me, Cozy," Luster speaks with a singsong tone. "I'm already in your head~"
>"MNGNMNH! MNMNGH…!"
>Luster amusedly watches Cozy wriggle about in distress for a few smug seconds, before speaking up:
>"So, open 'em."
>Against her own will, Cozy slowly and shakily strains her eyes open.
>Luster's swirling pools await her own.
>"Hey there~"
>"Mmnnmgh…!"
>Unable to force her eyes shut, Cozy opts to look anywhere but into Luster's hypnotic gaze.
>However, no matter how hard she tries—and no matter how frantically she flits her pupils—Cozy's sights are always brought back to those seductively sedative swirls; it's as if they've secured a magnetic pull on her mesmerised mind.
>"Mmnnghr…!"
>"There, there…" Luster coos, softly stroking one side of Cozy's head, "…just relax, okay? Keep those peepers of yours trained on mine…"
>"Mnnmnng…!"
>Unable to avert her gaze, Luster's sight-based magic continuously and incessantly seeps into Cozy's brain through her eyeballs.
>"Relax, Cozy. Relax…"
>"Mmmnhgn…!"
>Thus, Cozy's mental barriers are gradually corroded away by Luster's subjugative spellcraft, replacing her rebellious thoughts with a deep-seated desire to serve the swine above.
>"That's right… There's no need to be afraid, so just relax…"
>"Mmmnnmg…"
>Cozy's own eyes start to shift in turn, causing her pupils to steadily expand into two-toned swirls that share the same orange-amber hue as her soon-to-be mistress.
>Luster continues:
>"Keep staring into my eyes, and relax…relax…"
>"Mnmmnmm…"
>"Yeah…now you're getting it…"
>Cozy's mind is soon forced to become Luster's pliant plaything, and so this swinish mistress implores her equine slave to…
>"…submit, Cozy, relax your mind and submit to mine~"
>"Mmn…mmg…"
>"Yeah…that's right…"
>"Mm…mm…"
>"Heh heh…atta girl~"

>With Cozy's brain freshly subjugated, Luster spends a good half-minute pouring more and more of her hypnotic magic into her budding slave's malleable mind, making sure her hoggish influence absolutely sticks.
>All the while, Luster continues to softly stroke at Cozy's head, cooingly encouraging the pegasus to wholly submit herself to your Sow's superior will.
>Cozy remains entirely still and silent throughout the whole process, quietly accepting more and more of Luster's magic into her brain.
>Eventually, satisfied with her work, Luster's magic dissipates; she then blinks a few times, and her eyes return to normal.
>Cozy's eyes, however, remain perpetually swirly, now bearing the orange-and-amber hues that mark her as belonging to her mistress.
>"Phew…" Luster sighs out. "Alright, that should do it."
>Pushing herself back up into a sitting position, she uses a forehoof to wipe some sweat from her brow.
>Then, she shoots you a proudly confident grin.
>"So, what did you think of that, Master? Not bad, huh?"
>You nod in both approval and awe at the sight of Cozy's newly instilled submission.
"I'm impressed."
>You give Luster a cool thumbs up.
"Excellent work, my Sow. Your magic never disappoints."
>She bashfully rubs the back of her head and happily wags her tail.
>"Ehehe~" she chuckles. "What can I say, I'm great *and* powerful~"
>To think, that impudent pegasus who lead you on for so long has now become nothing but a mere toy for your Sow to chew on.
>Magic can be a utterly terrifying force when wielded correctly—or incorrectly.
>It makes you feel well and truly glad that Luster is on your side.

>…That being said, there *was* a time where your Sow once sought to use similar magics in an attempt to subjugate your own mind.
>Only…hm.
"Hey, Luster."
>Your Sow is currently in the process of dispelling Cozy's shackles and mouth gag.
>"Yeah?" she answers.
"This spell you used—it seems different to the one you used on me."
>"Ah, that's because it is."
"Huh…"
>There's a question that dares to be asked:
"…why do you know multiple mind-control spells?"
>She awkwardly chuckles.
>"Well, I had to be prepared, y'know?"
"Prepared?" you ask, arching an eyebrow.
>Stopping her magic for a moment, she shoots you a blushfully bashful grin.
>"For, uh, aliens."
>You catch on to the implications immediately.
"Oh, right," you reply, deadpan.
>You suppose you can see the reasoning behind her readiness.
>After all, who knew what kind of magical resistance an extradimensional entity could have been packing.
"I'm curious, are there any differences between these spells of yours?"
>"Yeah." She nods. "There's a few."
>You beckon for her to continue.
"Go on, then. Elucidate this magicless human."
>Her grin lightens up and becomes more confident.
>"Heh heh, alright~"
>You know your Sow loves it whenever you take an honest interest in her magic.
>Luster gets back to work on removing Cozy's restraints, expounding to you her studied spellcraft as she does:
>"So, the spell I cast on Cozy—'Lamia's Snake Eyes'—it's a fairly standard hypnotic incantation, but it's one that gets results fast. My own eyes are used as the magical medium, and it's through them that I can channel my dominion directly into the recipient's brain. Obviously, I need to establish eye contact first, but once I can do that, the magic happens to work both quickly and effectively—I just need to remember to top up the spell every now and again so I can keep her under my control."
>Cupping your chin with your right hand, you nod in comprehensive cogitation.
"Huh…I see."
>The term "fairly standard hypnotic incantation" somewhat unsettles you—for it implies unicorns are pretty casual about their hypnosis if there are "standard" spells.
>…
>However, these are concerns to be tackled on another day, you feel.

>"But when it came to you, Master," Luster continues, "I went for a softer and subtler approach. It would've taken more time to properly place you under my influence, but the effects would've been longer lasting, harder to detect—and far safer for your mind."
"'Safer for my mind,' eh?"
>"Mm." She nods. "I wanted to make sure you'd be my hubby for the long haul, y'know? So I didn't wanna risk damaging your brain."
>That's…rather considerate of the mare who forced your face into her ass.
>You don't doubt your Sow's surprisingly deep care for you, though—especially now that you've come to know all sides of her.
>But…
"…did you feel as concerned for my safety when you discovered my collar?"
>"I…"
>Ears flopping and magic fizzling out, her eyes shamefully shift away from yours.
>"…yeah, I got really heated back there. Sorry, Master."
>'Heated' is certainly one way to describe it—you're pretty sure she slapped you across the face at one point.
>Still, you shoot her a forgiving grin nonetheless.
"It's alright, Luster."
>Your eyes flit down to her black choker.
"After all, you could say that I've already paid you back for that one."
>She looks back to you, quickly cheering up.
>"Eheh, yeah."
>You remember Luster getting fairly belligerent once she found out you were planning to enslave her mind.
>She commandeered your collar for her own ends, and if it hadn't been for Flurry's timely intervention, Luster would've enslaved you whilst you were still her under her natural mind-bending magics—which would probably have turned you into her double-slave or something.
>Make no mistake, Luster really had you on the ropes back then, but after everything you've inflicted upon your Sow, you would find it hypocritical to hold her actions against her—so you don't.
>In the end, Flurry was able to scrub Luster's "long-lasting" influence from your mind, and you were able to carry on your Masterly duties as normal—no harm, no foul.
>…Although, you sometimes wonder if your Soulmate might have unknowingly missed a spot here or there.
>You certainly haven't been broken in to the point of servitude, but you are perhaps more lenient with your Sow than you should be.
>Maybe her magic has managed to leave an immutable imprint on your psyche regardless.
>However, it that is truly the case, then you don't see any issue with it.
>Luster Dawn is a mare who piggified her own brain in order to become your perfect mate, while her fertile body has wholly accepted your virile destiny as part of hers.
>Thus, even though you may be her Master—and her Boar—you feel it's only fair that your Mated Sow gets to leave her mark on you in turn.

>Luster has now fully removed Cozy's restraints—mouth gag included.
>Cozy's eyes continue to swirl around in hues of orange and amber, yet she doesn't move a muscle from her spreadeagle position; it's as if she's awaiting the command to do so.
>She's also dead silent, which a nice change of pace from the muffled screeches she was making earlier.
>"Hold on," your Sow states, "lemme make sure the hypnosis is still running."
>Luster's horn pulses with amber magic; she then channels it all into Cozy's head.
>Cozy's whole body shudders in response, back slightly arching upwards.
>"Nn…" she quietly groans.
>Interestingly, Luster's eyes remain unchanged, while Cozy's swirly eyes spin even faster under the direct influence of your Sow's potent magic.
>The motions remind you of a pinwheel that has received a sudden gust of wind.
>Luster's magic soon dissipates, and Cozy's eyes slow down to regular spinny speed.
>"Mm, alright." Nodding to herself, Luster turns to face you with a self-assured smile. "We're good."
"Didn't need to make your eyes all swirly that time?"
>"Nah." She shakes her head. "Reapplying the spell is much easier than applying it; just gotta put some extra magic in—give her brain a good jolt, y'know?"
"I see."
>You recall Luster being much more meticulous in how she reapplied *your* mind-control spell; she cooed into your mind and soothingly shared breath with you as she welcomed you back into her fold.
>It seems your Sow is far more "hooves off" when it comes to her backstabber of a bestie—which you suppose is understandable enough.

>"Cozy, sit up," Luster curtly commands.
>"Okay, Luster," Cozy responds, monotone.
>Cozy makes to push herself up from her supine position—but is promptly stopped by Luster pressing a forehoof down on her chest.
>"Ah, ah, ah," Luster reprimands Cozy.
>Thus, your Sow corrects her slave:
>"That's *Mistress* to you."
>"Okay, Mistress," Cozy responds, still monotone.
>Your Sow removes her hoof, and you can see her smile widen in a most-pleased manner.
>"Heh, good~"
>Obeying her Mistress's order, Cozy soon sits up on her haunches.
>Her posture is stilted and robotic, while her expression is both hypnotically swirly and woodenly impassive.
>She currently faces your direction, but she doesn't appear to be looking at anything in particular.
>"Heh," your Sow chuckles, "now that's more like it."
>Luster makes her way over to Cozy's left side and sits down next to her.
>Then, Luster leisurely wraps her right foreleg around Cozy's back, rests her hoof on her right shoulder, and pulls her face in close for a cheek-to-cheek squish.
>"Look at us, Master." Luster shoots you a playful wink. "We're almost like sisters~"
>You let out a light chuckle.
>Their coats might be pink, but the similarities end there.
>One's winged; the other's horned.
>One has a toned body; the other is delightfully chubby.
>One takes great care in maintaining her appearance at all times; the other only takes a bath if her Boar is there to motivate her.
>These pink ponies couldn't be any more different.
>Hell, you easily throw Flurry into this comparison and have the above statement be just as true.
>What a queer friend group these three mares make.

>Luster pulls her cheek away from Cozy's, yet keeps her right forehoof looped around her shoulder.
>"Hey, Cozy," she addresses her, "give us a smile."
>Cozy smiles subtly.
>"Wider."
>Cozy smiles normally.
>"Wider."
>Cozy smiles dumbly.
>"Wider."
>Cozy toothily grins from ear to ear, swirly eyes squinting due the strain.
>"…Eh, go back."
>Cozy smiles dumbly.
>Luster nods in approval.
>"That's better~"
>You snerk, moving a little closer to the two mares.
"Having fun there, 'Mistress?'"
>Luster smiles at you not-so-dumbly.
>"Heh heh, you bet~"
>Luster gives Cozy's face a cheeky caress with her left forehoof.
>"As long as I've got magic to spare, this little pegasus'll do anything we like~"
"'We', you say?"
>You cross your arms and shoot your Sow an inquisitive look.
"Does that mean she follows *my* commands, too?"
>"'Course it does, Master. I may have been the one to hypnotise her, but…"
>Moving her left forehoof away from Cozy's face, Luster extends her limb out towards you.
>"…my magic might as well be yours, right?"
>She finishes her statement with a shy question and a shy smile, hanging on your answer.
>Eyes drifting down her body, you sneak a peek at her flanks—not for perverted purposes, but to once again check out that modified cutie mark of hers.
>The symbol itself is something you've become intimately familiar with—however, you find that its exact meaning could be interpreted in a multitude of distinctly different ways:
>It could represent her body's readiness to bear your children.
>It could represent you now being at the centre of her life.
>It could represent two souls irrevocably intertwined, similar to how you are with Flurry.
>One thing's for sure, though—your Sow considers herself to be a part of your destiny just as much as you are a part of hers.
>Thus, her magic is indeed your magic.
>And thus, you reach out with with your right hand and gently grasp Luster's left forehoof.
"Yeah, you're exactly right," you agree with a smile.
>Ears perking right up, she flashes you a toothy grin.
>"Ehehe~" she giggles.
>Pushing her hoof into your hand, she rubs her frog against your palm, savouring this sense of soft closeness.
>"Mm~" she hums in contentment.
>She tilts her head to glance at the mare beside her.
>"You hear that, Cozy?"
>Snaking her right forehoof further around the pegasus's passive body, Luster slips her hoof underneath Cozy's chin and angles her head so that she faces you.
>"This human—this *Boar*—he is your Master, remember that."
>"Understood, Mistress."

>Luster's horn subtly lights up, and Cozy's eyes spin just a bit faster.
>"Go on, then," your Sow confidently addresses her slave, "greet your Master—and make sure to put your very best qualities forward~"
>Holding that same dumb smile, Cozy speaks to you, voice as monotone as always:
>"Greetings, Master. I am Cozy Glow, your humble slave and personal meat toilet. Please feel free to use and abuse me to your heart's content."
>You blink, slightly bewildered.
"M-meat…toilet?"
>Now *that's* a phrase you never expected to hear from a pastel pony's lips.
>Your eyes flit up to Luster's glowing horn.
>Then, you address your Sow directly:
"Are you putting words into her brain?"
>Eyes slightly widening, Luster's magic fizzles out.
>"Eheh~" she cheekily chuckles, "I might be giving her a little nudge here and there~"
>Rolling your eyes, you release your hold on her left forehoof; she uses this liberation of her limb to jovially gesture towards her chest.
>"But hey, Master," she speaks up, "why don't we give our slave a chance to put her money where her mouth is?"
"Oh yeah?"
>"Yeah." She nods. "After all the grief this pegasus has given us, I think it's about high time she starts working towards earning our 'forgiveness,' don't you?"
>You hum in thought.
>Both you and Luster have your own bellyaches to bear regarding Cozy Glow's treachery—that much is clear.
>However, this penitent opportunity should prove a wonderful way for the three of you to work out all your problems together.
"Sounds like a plan."
>"Heh heh, knew you'd agree~"
>She lets her left forehoof drop down to the duvet, satisfied.
>"Why don't you kick back and put your feet up, Master—me and Cozy'll take it from here."
>It seems that your Sow already has a plan in mind for her slave's repentance.
>Far be it from you to dissuade her diligence.
"Sure thing."
>After shuffling backwards a bit, you slowly lower yourself onto your back, stretching your limbs out in a spreadeagle position similar to how Cozy was earlier—though much less bound.
>The bed's pink duvet is as plush and comfy as it's always been, and you find yourself sinking right into Flurry's fine sheets.
>If memory serves, the spot where Cozy ripped out a part of the duvet to make her escape should be somewhere around here…
>…
>Ah, it's a small distance to the left of where your head is resting.
>But…hm…
>It looks to have been stitched up—a very recent job, no doubt.
>Now who could have done that…?
>Turning your head over to the right, you can see Flurry Heart; much like before, she's resting by the pillows, and she's casting you a smile that's just as soft as the bedlinen you find yourself comfily crashing on.
>Yeah, it was probably her.
>Your Soulmate said she needed a "lie down"—but you've already surmised that she's keeping careful watch over all three of you.
>And a spot of vigilance is the perfect time to get some magical mending done.

>Flurry's lovingly light-blue eyes slowly move away from yours and drift along your body.
>She then silently blinks a few times, expression turning somewhat perplexed.
>"Go ahead, Cozy," you hear Luster say, "get your snout stuck riiight in there~"
>"Understood, Mistress."
>You feel something soft and supple suddenly press itself against the sole of your right foot.
"Uh."
>Prying your gaze away from Flurry, you cautiously look down along your body.
>It's Cozy's face.
>She's lying on her front, and her sniffly nose is buried into your sweaty sole, while her still-swirly eyes peek over your ticklish toes.
"Huh."
>Luster lies on her belly next to Cozy's right side, lingering in the space between your spread feet.
>"Make sure to get a good whiff of his feet, Cozy~" your Sow states.
>Cozy's nostrils obediently flex in and out at both her Mistress's command and your human footsmell.
>"Snff…snffff…"
>The repeated passage of warm air against your bare foot feels kind of tickly. It's not unpleasant.
"Is this what you had in mind for Cozy's 'redemption,' Luster?"
>Throwing a glance your way, Luster chuckles.
>"You could say that~"
>Luster laxly rests her left forehoof against the back of Cozy's head, pressing her face even further into your foot.
>"After our upstart empress here forced you to lick her hooves clean, I think it's only fair that she returns the favour~"
>Luster's horn lights up, making Cozy's swirly sights spin and nostrils flare out.
>"Don'tcha agree, Coo~oozy?" your Sow tauntingly coos.
>"Yes, Mistress," Cozy monotones while she whiffs up your foot. "As a repentant villain, I will…snff…snff…atone for my treacherous ways by…snff…snff…worshipping and washing Master's feet until the end of time."
>"Among other things, heh heh heh~" your Sow finishes with a low chuckle.

>Luster gives Cozy a few slow strokes along the back of her head to reward her sniffly obedience.
>"Now, I want you to memorise this scent of Master's, Cozy—'cause this is *exactly* where a footlicking pegasus like you belongs~"
>"Yes, Mistress…snff…snff… I will…snff…memorise this smell…snff…snff… I won't ever forget my lowly place…snff…snff…as Master's personal footstool…snff…"
>Magic dissipating, Luster nods in approval and gives Cozy a light pat on the withers.
>"Atta girl~"
>As you continue to gaze upon this plantigrade perversion, you suddenly find yourself struck by a spark of jealousy within your heart.
>This is quite a curious feeling; you may have gotten pretty into the role of licking Cozy's hindhooves back then—but you're certainly not chomping at the bit to sniff your own stinky feet.
>So where on Equestria could these envious emotions be coming from?
>Perhaps…
>"Alright, Cozy," Luster speaks up, interrupting your thoughts, "that's enough nosing around from you."
>Luster takes a brief pause, lips curling up into a smirk.
>"Get to licking~"
>"Yes, Mistress. Aaah…"
>Cozy opens her mouth and lets her tongue dumbly loll out.
>Then, she begins lapping at your whole sole with broad, swishing tongue strokes—starting from the heel of your foot and moving all the way up to the ball.
>"Mlem…mlem…mlem…"
"Ph-phew…"
>This continuously slimy sensation makes you shiver a little.
>Her tongue is warm, wet, and wide—washing your sweaty sole with slavish sedulity.
>It feels piquantly pleasant, yes—yet you also can't help but curl up your toes as her strong, attentive muscle tenderly tickles your sensitive underfoot.
>Her lavish laps are joined by humid exhalations; warm mare air brushes against your bare flesh, sending fuzzy tingles running straight up your legs.
>And wherever she licks, she also cleans; anything and everything that's stuck to your sole—from smelly sweat, to dusty grime, to dead skin—is dutifully drawn into her waiting mouth and disposed of in gustatory fashion.
>"Mlem…mlem…mlem…ulp…"
>"Don't forget to clean his toes, too~"
>"Mlem…"

>Cozy moves up from your metatarsal region and carefully rolls her tongue in and around between your wriggling toes.
"E-euugh…" you groan in debauched delight.
>She leaves absolutely no stone unturned—and no toe unslurped—as she meticulously washes the interdigital spaces of your foot and cleans up any lingering toe jam.
>Once she's done that, she sucks on each of your digits like a candy pop, working in her tongue and moving along them one by one.
>The sensation of having your toes suckled is surprisingly satisfactory; it's like having your own personal foot spa that's currently being manned by a friendly leech.
>"Mlom…mlom…*pop*…mlom…mlom…"
>…Still, hypnotised or not, you can't help but feel some unease around letting this perilous pegasus anywhere near your highly vulnerable dactyls.
"Hey, Luster," you address your Sow with some concern, "Cozy's not gonna, uh, bite, is she?"
>Her eyes widen at the thought, but her gaze quickly settles into an easygoing one.
>"Heh, never fear, Master. I don't plan on letting her fall out of my spell even for a second."
>She shoots you a confident wink.
>"Your toes are safe with me~"
"Alright." You smile. "I'll take your word for it."
>Though it may not seem like it at times, Luster is one of the most powerful spellcasters Equestria has ever known; if she says her magic will hold strong—then you see no reason to doubt her.
>Thus, you allow yourself to relax as your right foot enjoys a pegasus-style tongue bath.

>Cozy spends some more time suckling on your toes and sniffling at your sole.
>Her eyes remain wide open and hypnotically swirly, while her lips bear that unchangingly dumb smile from earlier.
>It's impossible to tell what is truly going through her mind right now—but that doesn't bother you too much.
>As it stands, you think your ex-partner makes a fine foot shiner.
>You're already considering making this role of hers a permanent one.
>"Alright," your Sow speaks up, "I think that's enough love for one foot."
>Using her right forehoof, Luster gently nudges Cozy by her left cheek.
>"Cozy, start working on Master's other foot."
>Cozy pops herself off of your big toe, entranced smile ever eternal.
>"Yes, Mistress."
>Luster backs up a little so that Cozy can move from your right foot over to your left.
>After a bit of crawling, Cozy repositions herself to lie in front of your left sole.
>And she promptly buries her soft snout right into your tender underfoot, sniffing it and licking it and even nuzzling it.
>She's really taken to her new role under your sweaty sole; if it weren't for Luster's presently glowing horn pumping swathes of subliminal suggestions into Cozy's compliant brain—you'd almost say she was relishing this.
"You know, Luster," you casally address your Sow, "I'm surprised you're not getting in on this."
>Magic fizzling out, Luster looks to you and shrugs her shoulders.
>"Eh, well, I've never been that big into hooves…or feet."
>You arch an eyebrow at her incredulous claim.
"Wait, you serious?"
>"Yup." She nods affirmatively.
"Huh…"
>Even degenerate shut-ins have their limits, it seems; who would've thunk it.
>"Although, if you really want me to, I'll clean your feet too, no prob."
"It's okay." You shake your head. "If it's not your thing, I won't force you."
>She lightly chuckles and shoots you a warm grin.
>"Now aren't I lucky to have such a considerate Master~"
>Now that your right foot has been thoroughly washed, you can feel it glisten with sticky marespit as it slowly dries out in the lukewarm bedroom air.
>The sensation of having a slickened foot makes you want to flex your toes and wriggle them about in the air—so you do.
>On the other hand—or, more accurately, on the other *foot*—Cozy continues to clean your dirtier left sole with broad tongue strokes and biddable toe suckles.
>Lying on her left side and propping up her cheek with her left forehoof, Luster watches this slovenly yet servile sight with an amused smile on her face.
"For someone who supposedly isn't into worshipping feet, you seem to be taking quite the personal interest in this."
>She takes your sly accusation with a cocky grin.
>"Heh, it's less about the act itself, and more so the thrill I get from commanding weaker ponies to do stuff they don't like."
"…I see."
>Well, at least she's honest about it.

"So," you continue, "Cozy's a 'weak pony' to you, then?"
>"Yup," Luster blithely replies, "but to be fair—pretty much every pony is when compared to me."
>She proudly pats her chest with her right forehoof.
>"I'm basically the best spellcaster to have ever lived. I'm great at ordering other ponies around. My body's fine-tuned itself to become your perfect mate…"
>Lowering her hoof, she winks at you.
>"All of these qualities and more are what make me the superior Alpha Mare for you, Master~"
>You chuckle.
"Smooth."
>Out from the corner of your eye, you can see Flurry rolling hers.
"Think you still got a ways to go before you start surpassing any alicorns, though."
>Luster chuckles back.
>"I'm working on that~"
>Turning back to Cozy, Luster's horn slowly lights up.
>"Anyway, some ponies are destined to rule alongside their Master…"
>Extending out her left forehoof, Luster props up Cozy's face by her chin, moving her away from your foot.
>"…while others are born to just lick feet forever."
>Using her right forehoof, Luster gives the length of Cozy's back a slow, thoughful stroke.
>"So tell us, Cozy—which one are you?"
>"I-I…"
>Eyes dizzily swirling and breath lightly hitching, Cozy responds:
>"…I'm the second one, Mistress. I love worshipping Master's stinky feet. I'm his dirty little footslut."
>"Mhm." Luster nods. "That's right."
>Hoof reaching the end of Cozy's back, Luster gives the pegasus's croup a solid smack.
>"Ah—!" Cozy gasps, tail instantly flagging.
>"And don't you ever forget it."
>Luster finishes her statement by pouring more of her magic into Cozy's malleable mind, keeping the pegasus firmly under your Sow's subjugative sway.
>"Now then…"
>Luster looks down at your totally slathered foot.
>After a mindful hum, she nods in approval.
>"…think you've done a good enough job of cleaning up Master's feet."
>Using her right forehoof, Luster blithely pets Cozy on the head—making sure to roughly ruffle through the pegasus's curls and leave her mane uneven.
>"Good girl~"

>Luster removes both of her hooves from Cozy's head and sits up on her haunches.
>"Alright, it's time we move on to the next part of your 'redemption,' Cozy. Sit up."
>"Yes, Mistress."
>Cozy sits up on command, matching Luster's posture.
>"Right," Luster continues. "But first thing's first…"
>Her horn lights up.
>"Better make sure you don't give Master any foot germs~"
>You catch on to the implications quickly, and you watch your Sow work her magic.
>Luster generates a small amber wisp from the tip of her horn, and she sends it over to Cozy's dumbly smiling face.
>"Open up."
>Cozy silently opens her mouth and leaves it hanging agape.
>Luster sends her wisp in and—
>"Whrrgrlbgrlbgrlbgrlb!"
>—gives Cozy a *thorough* magical mouth washing from the inside.
>The spell lasts several seconds, turning Cozy's swirling eyes into whirling blurs.
>Once it finishes, Luster's wisp exits the way it came and dissipates into the air—leaving the pegasus's piehole in a more cleaner state than before.
>As Luster takes the time to steady Cozy's sights and magically strengthen her submission, you pose your Sow an erudite question:
"You know that spell too?"
>"Heh, 'course; s'all part of my repertoire~"
>Shooting her a smirk, you deliberately tap the side of your nose with a finger.
"Can't say I've ever smelled its effects."
>She blinks, slowly catching on to your scented slight.
>"Well, uh…"
>She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck with a forehoof.
>"…I mean I *know* it, but I'd still have to cast it to use it and…eh…too much work to keep that up every day."
>You lightly scoff at her total disregard towards personal pony hygiene.
>This mare is magically capable of completely cleaning her gob in less than ten seconds, but apparently—it's "too much work" for her.
>Seriously, are all unicorns this hopelessly lazy?
>…Nah, it's probably just her.
"You're one hell of a pig, Luster."
>"Heh heh, right?" she proudly responds, utterly unfazed by your sly remark. "My magic's better used for more important stuff—like hypnotising ponies or helping me jill off. I'm not ashamed of how my breath smells."
>She flashes you a smirk that's way wider than yours—and far more knowing.
>"Plus, I know you love my stinky breath too~"
>You knit your brows at her pungent presumption.
"…Maybe I do."
>"Heh~"

>After reapplying her hypnosis, the pig turns to face the pegasus.
>Cozy's eyes remain swirly as ever, while her mouth still hangs agape.
>"Alright, Cozy," Luster addresses her, "close your trap and give us one of your *glowing* grins, heh~"
>"Yes, Mistress."
>Cozy does as commanded, sealing her lips and curling them up into that same old dumb smile.
>"Heh~" Luster chuckles and ruffles through her slave's mane some more, "good girl~"
>Luster turns her head your way.
>"'Course, now we've got the main event to look forward to…"
>Her amber eyes travel up your bare legs and soon settle upon your white boxers.
>She slowly, sultrily licks her lips—
"Nope."
>With a protective promptness, you cover your undergarments using both hands.
"You're not teleporting this pair away too."
>Her eyes flit up to yours.
>She blinks and blushes a bit.
>"A-aw, come on, Master. I swear that was just a one-off—"
>You sternly shake your head.
"I'm not risking it."
>You were never able to find those poor skivvies she warped away.
>Thus, you refuse to let these fine fabrics share that same fate.
"Stay put for a second."
>Bending your knees and arching your back, you remove your boxers without much fuss.
>You then toss them away to some forgotten corner of the bedroom—the further from Luster's lecherous horn, the better.
"Okay."
>You once again lie on your back and extend your legs outwards.
>Your bare bottom rests against the pink duvet, while your full mast stands loud and proud in the agreeable bedroom air.
>Like a lightning rod of lewdity, your dick attracts the attention of most mares in the room; the advent of your erection is welcomed by both royal whinnies and earthy snorts.
>Cozy, on the other hand, remains vacantly vacuous, lost in her own swirling sights as she is.
>You suspect that's about to change, though.
>"Up you go, Cozy," Luster commands, patting her slave on the back. "It's time to make yourself useful for Master."
>"Yes, Mistress."

>Cozy stands up and, with some additional hoofy guidance from Luster, walks in between your spread legs and positions herself right in front of your penis.
>Luster issues an order from behind:
>"Lie down and make sure you get a good whiff of his jewels~"
>"Yes, Mistress."
>Lying on her belly and leaning forward, Cozy gently buries her snout into your ballsack and slavishly sniffs up your nutmusk:
>"Snff…snff…snff, snff…"
>Her tail flags and bobs as she breathes in your masculine scent.
>"Oho~" Luster slyly muses, sneaking a peek at the region underneath her slave's tail. "Looks like somepony loves what she's sniffing~"
>Moving in towards her slave's rump and closing her eyes, Luster unashamedly sniffs and snorfs at Cozy's nethers, causing the pegasus to slightly shudder and squeezingly clench her thighs.
>"Snff…snff…mm…" Luster hums. "*Smells* like it, too…"
>Pulling away, Luster partially opens her eyes and lets out a heatedly snorty huff.
>With a gaily sashay in her swinish gait, Luster walks up to Cozy and promptly mounts her from behind.
>"A-ah," the pegasus shakily gasps.
>"Relax, Cozy," Luster huskily breathes out. "It's just me, your Mistress~"
>Thighs over thighs and belly on back, Luster idly grinds her soft body against Cozy's, pressing her body deeper into the duvet and pushing her face further into your scrotum.
>"Just…hmph…just making sure that my *slave* is doing her job properly."
>Luster wraps both of her forelegs around Cozy's chest, holding her tight in an affectionate embrace.
>With her head now right next to Cozy's, your Sow gives your virile sack a few sniffs of her own:
>"Snff, snff…mmph…"
>She flashes you a dopily lidded smile.
>"You smell good, Master… *Real* good…"
"It's your absolute favourite smell, right?"
>"Mm…" she hummingly nods.
>She takes a few more sniffs before letting out an earthy sigh.
>"You smell natural. *Right.*"
>Luster's thighs reflexively clench around Cozy's, making both mares shiver in mutual delight.
>"It's the smell of my mate. My Boar."
>Luster's tail happily thwips about in the air, freely fanning out her swinish arousal—while Cozy's tail remains pinned under your Sow's weight, subservient and waiting.

>"Better get used to this, Cozy," Luster huskily coos into her slave's right ear. "'Cause this is gonna be your life from now on."
>Luster tenderly nuzzles her slave's right cheek while Cozy herself nuzzles and sniffles at your nuts.
>"You're gonna be serving your Boar directly under me as a fellow pig."
>"Yes, Mistress…snff…snff…"
>"Heh…"
>Luster has assumed total control over Cozy's traitorous mind, effectively turning this pegasus into a mewling tool for your Sow's personal pleasure.
>Of course, Luster's pleasure is also your pleasure, and so Cozy diligently rubs her fuzzy nose all around your aired-out balls, sniffing up your Boarish musk and snorting up any stray pubes.
>With every shameless, animalistic whiff—your ex-partner's brain becomes more and more like that of a obedient pig's.
>To you, that's a definite improvement.
>"Y'know, Cozy," Luster speaks up, "not many mares out there get a chance to worship their Master like this. You should feel honoured."
>"Yes, Mistress…snff…snff… I feel…snff…honoured."
>"Oh, do you now…?"
>Sliding her right forehoof up along Cozy's chest, Luster props up her slave's face by the chin, cruelly moving her out of ball-sniffing range.
>"Hey," Luster address Cozy with a firm tone, "thank me for hypnotising you and turning you into my slave."
>"Thank you for hypnotising me and turning me into your slave, Mistress."
>"You deserved it, right?"
>Cozy's lids flicker.
>"I…"
>Luster's horn pulses with persuasive amber energy, and she directs it all into Cozy's mind.
>"Rii~iight?" Luster repeats.
>Cozy breathes out a shuddering sigh, before answering:
>"Yes, Mistress. I deserve all of this and more for being such a scheming little pegasus. Becoming Master and Mistress's meat toilet is the best thing that could have ever happened to me."
>Magic dissipating, Luster's mouth twists into a toothy grin.
>"Good answer."

>Using her left forehoof, Luster thoughtfully caresses Cozy's chest.
>"You're a good girl, Cozy—a good pig."
>Snaking her right forehoof away from Cozy's chin and up along her nape, Luster pets through her slave's slightly mussed mane.
>"And good pigs get to venerate their Boar's junk."
>Luster carefully pushes Cozy's face back into your genitals and issues her another command:
>"Use some tongue."
>"Yes, Mistress…mlm…mlm…"
>Cozy brings out her tongue and washes your balls from bottom to top.
>She also rolls her moist muscle up and down your throbbing length while sniffing at your leaky tip.
"Phew…" you puff out a sigh. "Not bad…"
>Your right hand finds its way to the back of Cozy's head; Luster kindly removes her own hoof so as to not obstruct your patting and groping.
>"She makes a pretty good pig, huh, Master?" Luster turns her grin up to you.
"Mm," you hum in approval, "a *very* good pig."
>Flashing her a grin of your own, you pet through your Sow's mane with your left hand.
"But don't forget—you're still my top pig, Luster."
>She triumphantly snorts.
>"Heh! As if I'd ever~"
>Aligning her face alongside Cozy's, Luster gives her slave against cheek-to-cheek nuzzle.
>"And since I'm the Alpha Sow of this herd, that means lesser pigs like Cozy'll have to serve me~"
>Wrapping her forehooves around Cozy's chest once more, Luster wiggles her hips into her slave's, marking her with your Sow's swinish scent.
>"Don't you worry, Cozy—I'm sure I can think up *plenty* of uses for our new and reformed piggy~"
>Hoggish instincts steamily taking over, Luster soon switches from hip wiggling to straight-up rump humping, pounding Cozy's butt into the soft pink duvet with no penetration needed.
>You can see Luster's eyes hazily flicker while her nostrils dominantly flare out.
>"Hff…hff…gonna make you a proper pig…!"
>Luster suddenly hugs Cozy extra tight as her whole body shudders and her thighs clamp down around her slave's.
>"Hah…! Hah…!"
>You hear a distinct squelching noise coming from Luster's rear end; you have a fairly soupy idea of what it is.
>Your Sow's convulsions atop her slave's body last for a few seconds; all the while, Cozy continues to diligently lap at your shaft and balls, hypnotically unperturbed.
>"Ph-phew…" Luster sighs out in deep relief. "h-hah…"
>As the cloying stench of swinish self-satisfaction hangs high in the air, Luster looks up to you with a dreamy grin on her face.
>"Just…mmph…getting her nice and ready for you, Master…"
>The sight and smell of your Sow's wanton turpitude causes you to let out a light chuckle.
>She really is shameless.
>Still, you find yourself petting through her fluffily orange mane nonetheless.
"Best pig."
>"Eheh~"

>Letting out a happy huff, Luster nuzzles into her fellow pig's right cheek while hoofily caressing the left side of her neck.
>Cozy herself moves up to your tip and dutifully cleans off your pre-cum.
>Luster happily sniffs and snorfs at both her slave's efforts and your Boarish musk.
>"But…mm…y'know," your Sow lazily speaks up, "this other pig ain't too bad either~"
>Pulling away from Cozy's cheek, Luster buries her snout into the side of her slave's baby-blue mane and takes a deep, long whiff:
>"Hffffff…mm… Mane smells good…"
>Moving further up, Luster gently closes her teeth in around her slave's right ear and gives it a tenderly intimate nibble, lightly humming in approval as she does.
>Cozy shivers a little as she hypnotically submits to her Alpha Sow's gnawing habits.
>"Nom…nm…nom…"
>After a few masticatory seconds, Luster lets go of Cozy's ear and gives it a parting peck:
>*Chu*
>"Nice, chewy ear, too…"
>Luster's horn slowly lights up.
>"Now, let's see what's going on inside…"
>Cozy's swirly eyes start to spin faster.
>"Nng…" she weakly groans, one eyelid twitching. "A-ah…"
>You arch an eyebrow at your ex-partner's slight discomfort.
"What are you doing now?" you ask Luster.
>"Heh, just messing with her mind a little…"
>Luster steadily grinds her body into Cozy's, your Sow's vitality having fully recovered.
>"Turning her favourite colour orange, making her develop a craving for hayburgers, giving her a penchant for worshipping butts, stuff like that…"
>You shoot her a doubtful glance.
"Is it really that easy?"
>She nods with a hum.
>"It's all about slipping in the right mental messages here and there. Do that, and you can get anypony 'thinking' whatever you want 'em to, heh heh~"
>Luster gives Cozy's nape a smooth stroke.
>"'Course, Cozy's a tougher nut to crack than most—but even she has to give in eventually~"
"Uh huh…"
>Unicorns truly are terrifying.
>With magic like that, you find yourself wondering how it is Equestria's multicultural populace have managed to avoid being utterly subjugated by their horned overlords.
>Morals, maybe?
>Even Luster herself was fairly amiable until you came along.
>But now that you've collared her and made her your loyal villainess of a Sow—you've effectively removed her "limiter," so to speak.
>You're not complaining, though; Equestria's "morals" just means that there's less competition in the mindslaving sector for you.
>"Hey, Master," Luster speaks up, dissipating her magic and directing her sights to your spear, "you getting close?"
>You let out a hearty sigh, feeling yourself throb under Cozy's tender tongue.
"Yeah…just about."
>"Heh~" Luster shoots you a grin.
>Turning her head over to Cozy, your Sow addresses her slave.
>"Time to buck things up a notch, Cozy."
>Luster pats Cozy on the withers.
>"Go on, take Master's Boarish meat right into that pretty little mouth of yours~"
>"Mlm…yes, Mistress…mlm…"

>Moving up to the peak of your pecker, Cozy slowly takes you in from the tip down.
>She soon fully hilts your manhood inside of her warm mouth, cleanly surpassing the record set by her phantasmal filly self.
>Her soft lips suck at your base, her moist tongue swirls around your length, and her flaring nostrils snort at your pubes.
>Then, she begins to bob her head up and down your dick.
"Unf…"
>She might not exhibit Luster's slavering devotion or Flurry's dextrous tonguework, but Cozy possesses a carnal charm all of her own.
>Her sliding pink lips are plusher then the luxury duvet you rest against, while her slurping muscle is scarily efficient in how it massages your mast—as if it already knows all of your weak points off by heart.
>And those cute moans she makes while she sucks you off…
>"Mmph…mmph…mmph…"
>…simply heavenly.
>Cozy Glow is as an angel given equine form, while her divine blowjob feels like a gift from the gods.
>However, you wanted more—you've always wanted more—and so you had your loyally Mated Sow tear this sweet seraphim from the heavens solely to have her serve as your saucy slave.
>It was Luster's magic that brought Cozy back down to earth—and it is your hands now fiercely gripping her head that bring her down even further.
>"Mmph…! Mmph…! Mmph…!"
>Grubby fingers firmly and messily nestled in her curled locks, you force Cozy's servile face up and down your member, turning her measured blowjob into more of a Boarish facefuck.
>"Oho~" Luster muses in approval.

>Your Sow keeps the body of your plumed onahole pinned down as you work your handsy magic on Cozy's mouth.
>Every time you push this pegasus's puckered lips right down to your hilt, she plants a slavish smooch against your base.
>*Mwah*
>Her slippery tongue runs along and around your pulsing pipe, doing its very best to service you even as you pump your hips into her face and use her lips at your lascivious leisure.
>*Mwah*
>Both her mouthy moans and slurpy squelches come together to form a most smutty staccato.
>*Mwah*
>Between her flaring nostrils and your curling toes, you can tell that you're about to make this angel fall for good.
>Thus, you fully sheathe yourself inside of her moist oral cavity, rubbing your glans against her pharynx as you not-so-patiently await the coming storm.
"H-hah…!"
>It comes and it cums; you blow fat Boarish loads straight inside this pegasus's piehole, filling up her maw and gunking down her throat.
>Some steamy white cream begins to leak out of her nose, causing her to literally leak out your liquid love.
>"Don't forget to swallow, Cozy~" your Sow coos into her slave's ear.
>"Ulp…ulp…ulp…"
>Would Cozy have drowned in your swathes of seed had she not been ordered to swallow? Who knows.
>What you *do* know is that her tongue continues to carefully lap at the underside of your throbbing manmeat, ever courteous in coaxing out your shyest of swimmers.
>You make sure to reward your goading pegasus with a few ruffling headpats through her fairly mussed mane.
>She might be totally hypnotised—but that doesn't mean she's not a good pig.

>Eventually, you finish busting the last of your nuts inside of her plush pegaface, and you slowly pull her supple lips up off your cock.
>You let her thoroughly fucked face fall to the right side of your softening schlong as the two of you take the time to recover—more so you than her.
"Phew…"
>"Ml…em…"
>Lying on her cheek with her mouth agape and tongue lolled out, Cozy idly laps at your spent seed sack, perhaps still following her Mistress's directives to work that oral muscle of hers.
>Swirly eyes or not, this pegasus is a persistent one; that's for sure.
>That languid lapper is soon by a cerise-pink snout as a certain Sow takes it upon herself to nuzzle your noodle.
>"Mm…" she hums heartily, and then nods to herself, "…smells *real* good~"
>Luster flashes you a lusty grin and bawdy wink.
>"Now I'm wishing *I* could've been the one to savour my Boar's thick load~"
>Moving one hand away from Cozy's messy mane, you ruffle your fingers through Luster's natural bedhead.
"Don't worry, you'll have plenty more chances in the future."
>"Heh heh~" your Sow huskily chuckles. "True~"
>Turning her gaze over to Cozy, Luster notices some semen on her slave's face—particularly around her nostrils and mouth.
>"Oh, hey, Cozy…" Luster speaks somewhat softly, "why don't I clean that up for ya…"
>Quickly moving in, you Sow rolls her broad pig tongue all around the pegasus's face and carefully cleans off her cumstains; she even licks at Cozy's lolled-out organ, trying to draw out what Boarish flavour she can from her slave's taste buds.
>Cozy herself makes no visisble reaction to any of this.
>Once she's finished, Luster pulls away and delectably licks her lips, relishing your lingering flavour.
>"…slrrrp…yum~"
>After a guttural gulp and a satiated sigh, Luster focuses her sights on Cozy once more.
>"Y'know, Cozy," your Sow coyly addresses her slave, "you really oughta be thanking me for giving you the chance to serve your Boar."
>Lighting up her horn, Luster magically lifts Cozy's face up from your groin.
>"So? What do you have to say for yourself?" your Sow asks her slave.
>Blinking her swirly eyes and slurping her tongue back into her mouth, Cozy monotones her reply:
>"Thank you for letting me serve Master, Mistress."
>Luster quirks an eyebrow at Cozy's bog-standard statement of gratitude.
>"…Oh? That all?"
>Cozy offers no further response, hypnotised mind wholly unable to parse her Mistress's sly remark.
>Luster lets out a low chuckle, causing her portly body to lightly jostle atop Cozy's.
>"C'mon, Cozy. You should know by now that we do things different around here."
>Propping up Cozy's chin with her left forehoof, Luster sensually strokes Cozy's neck with her right forehoof.
>"Master's our Boar, and we're both his sows."

>Luster gives Cozy's right cheek another slow nuzzle.
>"And that means whenever we're feeling happy or grateful, we gotta sound out our goodwill like the swine we are."
>Luster pauses, tone turning tenderly inquisitive:
>"You get what I'm saying, right?"
>Cozy blinks, swirly eyes very briefly squinting then unsquinting.
>"I…"
>"Yeah," Luster interrupts, "you do~"
>Thoughtfully sticking out her tongue, your Sow's horn lights up as she pumps more manipulative magic into her slave's mind.
>"Nn…" Cozy shudders under the weight of both Luster's chubby body and swinish sorcery.
>Luster rapaciously roots through Cozy's brain, thoroughly indoctrinating her on what it means to be soft and servile.
>This swinish reprogramming is something that goes against Cozy's very nature as a proud pegasus—but since she has been completely and magically subjugated, this winged slave can do nothing else but dumbly smile with swirly eyes for her horned Mistress.
>Thus, with each passing second, your Sow gradually transforms this pegasus's psyche into something more permanently porcine.
>And after several seconds, Luster's magic dissipates, leaving her slave even more obedient than before.
>"Phew…" Luster hotly sighs down her slave's neck, making her shiver. "…alright then."
>With a widely lecherous grin on her face, Luster moves up to Cozy's right ear, gives it a lick, and huskily commands:
>"Oink for us, piggy."
>Cozy's eyelids flicker, her lips slowly part.
>And, soon enough…
>*Oink oink oink*
>…this once-proud pegasus oinks like the pink pig she has become.
>*Oink oink oink*
>"Heh heh heh~!" Luster snortily chuckles, tail wagging about in the air.
>Cozy oinks without restraint, making clear her hoggish appreciation for Boarish meat.
>Luster loses herself in laughter—chortling, guffawing, and even adding some of her own oinks into the mix.
>As for you, you must admit, the sight of this backstabbing belle being brought so low like this is…cathartic, in many ways.
>Oh, and you can't forget Flurry.
>All things considered, your Soulmate seems to be taking this swinish scene rather placidly—heartbeat included.
>After nearly losing everything to her winged bestie, Flurry is content enough to leave Cozy at Luster's total mercy for the time being.
>*Oink oink oink*
>"Eheh! Eheh!" Luster laughs out. "Oh, that's…this is great, heh~"
>*Oink oink oink*

>"Phew…heh, alright, Cozy, we get the picture. You can stop oinking for now~"
>At her Mistress's cooed command, the pegasus promptly packs in her piggishness.
>Your Sow's horn lights up once more, ready to pump some more swinely instincts into her slave's subjugated brain.
>"Mm, you've got a nice oinker on you, Cozy…" Luster leans in and nuzzles her slave's right cheek again. "…a *real* nice one… You're a good pig…"
>"Good…pig…"
>Cozy languidly blinks, swirly-eyed expression rapidly spinning under her Mistress's spell.
>"I'm…a good pig…"
>"Yup, you are." Luster toothily grins. "Still not as good as me, though~"
>Your Sow gives slave's neck another tender stroke with her right forehoof, taking on a softer tone:
>"But that's okay; some pigs are just born to serve under others. You remember to behave yourself…" Luster plants a peck on Cozy's right cheek. "…and I'll treat you right~"
>"Behave…self…serve…" Cozy monotonely mumbles.
>"Mhm," Luster hummingly nods, "and since we're both gonna be farrowing our Boar's piglets together, you and me better learn to get along, yeah?"
>"Get along…with Mistress…Alpha Sow…"
>"Rii~iight, exactly."
>Luster slowly humps her hips into Cozy's, causing both pigs to wink their lower lips in unison.
>"Some…nnf…daily skinship like this is gonna be a must, that's for sure…"
>Using her left forehoof, Luster gently tilts Cozy's head her way.
>Your Sow then presses her nose right up against her fellow pig's.
>One set of nostrils sniffingly flare out, and the other soon follows.
>"Hff…some breath sharing…" your Sow sighs out.
>Luster slowly rubs her sniffly snout against Cozy's, coaxing her slave into mirroring her movement.
>"…nose nuzzling…" your Sow coos.
>Luster locks lips with Cozy, letting them linger for a couple of seconds; after which, she breaks her kiss with a wet *mwah~*
>"…deep smooching…" your Sow whispers.
>Throughout all of this, you have your left hand petting through Luster's mane—and your right hand ruffling through Cozy's.
>They might make an utterly shameless duo, but you think it's nice to see your pigs getting along.
>Luster shares a bit more breath with her hypnotised partner in grime, before continuing on with a husky tone:
>"…and, heh, maybe we can work some *other* pair-bonding activities into the mix, too~"
>Cozy blinks a few times.
>"Oth…er…?"
>"Mm, some way for you to show your Alpha Sow *just* how much you appreciate her~"
>"M-mmn…"
>Pulling away from Cozy's sniffed-up face, Luster shoots you a grin, and then looks down at your recovering meatpole.
>"Oh, heh, let me help you out with that, Master~"
>Your trusty Sow turns her magic onto your groin, rousing you back to life.
"Oh? Tagging me back in, are you?"
>"'Course~" She proudly nods. "After all, we sows need our Boar~"

>Letting go of Cozy's head and neck, Luster stands up and performs a few stretches to limber those lax joints.
>Your own left hand slides off your Sow's scalp once she rises, while the magic around her horn dissipates entirely.
>"Ooh~" Luster coos in delight, feeling her joints pop back into place. "Cozy's back sure was comfy; I'm missing it already~"
>Looking down upon her slave, your Sow lets out a low chuckle.
>"Don't you worry, though," Luster addresses Cozy. "I'll be back on it soon enough~"
>Luster dismounts Cozy and walks off to the side, soon sitting her rump down by your left leg.
>From there, she starts to issue verbal commands to her slave:
>"Alright, Cozy, stand up."
>"Take a few steps back."
>"A few more."
>"Couple more."
>"Yeah. That should be enough."
>"Now turn around."
>"Lie down."
>"Spin onto your back and face the ceiling."
>"Aaand spread your limbs out as far as they can go."
>"Heh, perfect~"
>Sitting up, you can see that Cozy is now lying spreadeagle in front of you; this time, however, there's no need to restrain her.
>You crawl over to the right side of her body and rest on your knees; Luster makes her way over to sit just above Cozy's head.
>Taking the chance to ogle her fine form, you examine your ex-partner's toned physique.
>Flurry has a slender frame, and her alicorn physiology makes her easily the tallest out of her friend group.
>Luster is delightfully chubby, managing to secure the title of fattest mare in the trio while also being middle of the road in height.
>Cozy, on the other hand, is smaller than most ponies, yet makes up for her short stature with rippling musculature.
>She's not some hulking wall of muscle, mind—but this pegasus definitely owns an active horse gym membership.
>You weren't even aware ponies could *have* six-packs—let alone a cute mare like her—but here you are.
"She's got a nice bod…" you muse, idly running a finger down from her chest to her navel.
>"Heh heh, right?" Luster jovially responds. "Between maintaining those muscles and curling her mane, I have no idea how she even finds the time to plan any plots for world domination."
"Hah, you and me both."
>Mares must have their ways, you suppose.

>"But, y'know," Luster continues, "after putting some thought into it, I think I figured out why she bothers putting so much effort into her appearance."
>You lift an interested eyebrow Luster's way.
"Oh yeah?"
>She nods.
>"So, Cozy's all about power, right? She wanted power over you, power over us—power over Equestria itself."
>Luster looks down along Cozy's supine form.
>"This fit body of hers has gotta be her way of staying on top—at least when it comes to the physical side of things."
"Huh…" You slowly nod, cupping your chin.
>"Plus," she continues, lips curling up into a smirk, "I think she might be overcompensating juuust a 'little,' heh~"
>You shoot her a half-smirk of your own.
"Oh? Looking down on your bestie's size, are you?"
>She snorts out a chuckle.
>"Hey, it's not my fault she's a total marelet~"
>Her casual insult coaxes out a snerk from you.
"Marelet…" you amusedly mumble to yourself.
>Still, getting gains to combat growing pains?
>It's a sentiment you can certainly respect on some level.
>"I mean," Luster continues, "just have a look at her 'assets,' Master, you notice anything *off* about 'em?"
"Uh…"
>You have a pretty good idea as to what "assets" she's referring to.
>Thus, your eyes drift past Cozy's navel, and you gaze down at the area where a mare would proudly feed her foals—or where a sow would warmly nurse her piglets.
>However, what you find is a smooth strip of darkened flesh—and not much else.
>No, wait. There's something.
>Two tiny ducts dare to poke out of this puerile patch of pinkish skin.
>You do have to somewhat squint your eyes to confirm whether they're a mirage or not—but they do indeed exist.
"Hm."
>Moving up from this mare's mosquito bites, you check out Luster's widely grinning face.
"She's still got plenty of room to grow, at least."
>"Pfft! That's *one* way of putting it. I'm surprised you could even see 'em in the first place~"
>Shuffling a bit closer to Cozy's head, Luster spreads her own hindlegs and lets her forelegs hang at her sides.
>"Just saying…"
>Luster's horn lights up, and your gaze is immediately drawn down to her palm-filling mammaries, which are currently being held in the air by an amber glow.
>"…there's a clear winner on *that* front, y'know~?" she finishes with a confident wink.
>Puffing out a sigh at the ample sight, you find yourself wiping some sweat from your brow.
"Yeah, I suppose you…"
>Your brows furrow as Luster's floating teats hover over Cozy's head.
"…wait, what are you doing?"
>"This~"
>Releasing her magic, Luster lets her fat crotchboobs fall right onto Cozy's face, making it so her sagging teatflesh completely covers the pegasus's swirly eyes.
>"Whew~" Luster sighs up into the air. "Gotta say, mare makes a nice teatrest~"

>You chuckle.
"Gee, Luster. No respect, huh?"
>"Hey, I'm respecting her—" Luster boisterously rubs her boobs with a forehoof, squishing them further into Cozy's face. "—I'm respecting her right to serve as a towel for my sweaty teats~"
>You'd be lying if you didn't feel at least a little bad for Cozy—but you see no reason to intervene.
>After all, it was thanks to Cozy's cruel machinations that Luster nearly lost you for good.
>Thus, you believe your Mated Sow to be wholly in the right for enacting her sweaty frustrations upon that treacherous pegasus.
>…Plus, it's really fucking hot.
>You love seeing this side of your Sow come out.
>And if you end up getting a *second* sow out of this—the more the merrier, right?
>"By the way, Cozy…"
>Luster's horn lights up again, and she starts channelling her magic directly into her slave's mind.
>"…what's your take on this? Are my teats great or what~?"
>Cozy's lips quiveringly part as she prepares her response:
>"Yes. Your teats are the best, Mistress. They're far superior to my tiny teatlets. I just want to suck on yours all day long. I want to clean them off with my tongue. I want to serve as your personal teatseat while my own piglets nurse from your much healthier breasts."
>"Heh heh~" Luster chuckles. "Truer words have never been spoken~"
>Crossing your arms, you shake your head.
"Okay, now you're just puppeteering her."
>Caught out, Luster's eyes briefly widen while her magic shorts out.
>Quick to save face, however, she bashfully rubs the back of her head and responds with a carefree tone:
>"Hey, if it comes out of her mouth, it's fair game, right~?"
"Uh-uh." You waggle a finger her way. "Not in this herd. Here, we break in our pigs properly—no shortcuts."
>Her ears dejectedly flop down.
>"Aw…my Boar's bullying me again…"
>You admonish her, but the both of you are sharing a playful grin nonetheless.
>"But alright," she continues, quickly perking up, "if my Master wants me to give our little pegapiggy a more *thorough* taming, then I guess I can do that~"
>Using her right forehoof, she once again presses into her sweaty teats from the top, shamelessly rubbing them all over Cozy's servile snout.
>As Luster continues to apply her hoggish humiliation upon her domesticated bestie, you catch a sinister smirk creeping up on her lips.
"What do you have in mind?"
>"Just thinking about giving this *pig* her just desserts~"
>Looking up at you, she points her left forehoof towards you.
>"She wanted to make a throne out of *you,* Master—so I say we make a throne out of her~"
"Oh?"
>"Mm, she already makes a *great* teatrest, but I think we can go further than that~"
>Letting both forehooves fall to her sides, Luster slowly pushes her body up, lifting her sagging pigteats up with her.
>"Phew…breezy~"
>Now sitting on her hocks, she shuffles forward, letting her hindlegs rest by the sides of Cozy's head—
>And positioning her rump just above Cozy's face.

>"Might wanna grab a breath of fresh air while you still can, Cozy, heh~"
>Casting a glance behind her shoulder and down her back, Luster carefully wiggles her hips so that her sweaty ponut hovers right above Cozy's quivering snout.
>"There~"
>Your Sow then sits down, burying Cozy's face nose-deep into her sweltering anus.
>"Haaah~" Luster sighs out in relief. "Now *this* is a comfy throne~"
>Luster wiggles her hips some more, firmly wedging Cozy's face in between her cheeks making sure Luster's flexing ponut tightly seals itself around her snout, thus utterly inundating her senses with your Sow's swampy buttsmell.
>"Better…mmf…better cast a spell to help her thrive down there. Gotta make sure she can appreciate my deepest scent~"
>Horn lighting up, Luster directs her magic downwards to temporarily "gift" her slave with the ability to subsist solely on pig stink.
>Once the spell is fully cast, the magic around your Sow's horn dissipates, and she takes a humming moment to enjoy her subordinate seat.
>"Heh heh…" she huskily chuckles. "Don't forget to breathe, Cozy~"
>Driven by both command and necessity, Cozy does just that.
>"Hff…hff…hff…"
>"Yeah…that's the way…whew~"
>Cozy's mind, obedient as always, forces her own body to placidly huff up Luster's overpowering ass musk; vile though it may be, this potently piggy odour has now become the pegasus's sole source of breathable air—and thus she must obey if she wishes to keep breathing at all.
>Luster, thoroughly enjoying the sniffly feeling of her newly tamed throne, continues to gently rock her hips atop and around Cozy's head, rubbing her sweaty ass crack against Cozy's face and making sure that her ponut seal never leaves her Cozy's snout.
>"Phew…phew…phew…" your Sow satiatedly breathes out.
>"Hff…hff…hff…" your other sow slavishly breathes in.
>You are able to see Cozy's body involuntarily spasm under both the weight and the stink of Luster's fat ass—but otherwise, the pegasus stiffly and sniffingly takes in her Mistress's hogstench, dutifully what oxygen she can it to fuel her own lungs.
>Coming from experience, you know that going face-first into Luster's sweaty ponut is an experience that sticks with you for life.
>However, you were able to tame that musky rear in the end—while Cozy's servile snout shall remain forever subjugated by its distinctly swinely smell.
>If it's any consolation for the poor pegasus, you had Luster take a bath not too long ago—so Cozy's not even facing this ass at full power.
>Still, between the winged pig who obediently breathes in her Mistress's ass musk, and the Alpha Sow who uses her slave's face however she pleases—there is a harmonious synergy to be seen here.
>Indeed, if Cozy's stint as a servile swine ends up being a bust—then you can always just her as your herd's personal throne.

>As Luster continues to indulgently rock her rump against Cozy's submissive and rideable face, you take a moment to admire your Sow's majestic form:
>Her eyes are immersively closed, and her flared-out nostrils happily take in fresh clean air while her slave humbly takes in musky ass stank.
>Her piggish paunch proudly protrudes outwards, letting the world—and especially her Boar—that sometimes: bigger *is* better.
>Her fat, fertile sowteats freely hang from her lower abdomen and sag in the air; they lightly jostle in accordance to her rocking hips, providing a hefty reminder as to who the wholest hog is.
>And just below those swaying mammaries lies her sopping Sow pussy; it freely winks out stinkily slimy goop, dribbling down from her vulva and dripping onto Cozy's chin.
>Luster lets out a loudly contented sigh as she forces her underling to breathe in her ass:
>"Haaaah~"
"You look like you're having fun."
>She opens her eyes, looking at you dreamily.
>"Oh, it gets better~"
>She gazes down her bountiful body, making note of the toned form lying beneath her bottom.
>"Hey, Cozy," she addresses her slave, "if you can still hear me down there, why don't you start putting that tongue to good use~?"
>Flicking her head upwards, Luster shoots you a wink.
>"Wait for it~"
>You wait a second more, and…
>"…schlrp…schlrp…hff…schlrp…schlrp…hff…"
>Luster throws her head back and moans up into the air.
>"Oooh~!"
>Following her Mistress's command, Cozy quickly puts that tongue to *very* good use, slavishly rolling it around Luster's slimy rectum as she dutifully laps up the inside of her Mistress's anal passage.
>The schlorps and schlurps of Cozy's obedient organ are backed by breathy huffs and whiffs as she submissively sniffs up the same stinky cavern that she hungrily cleans out.
>Cozy washes Luster's backdoor with the exact same diligence that she's shown *your* extremities; her slavering tongue twirls anywhere and everywhere it can, aiming to leave Luster's clenching cavity clean enough to eat out of.
>From feet to dick to ass, this hypnotised pegasus has been making an odorous odyssey that even the likes of you would never consider taking.
>"Haah…haah~"
>Luster brings her head back to earth—or, at the very least, back to you.
>"Whew~"
>Puffing out a satiated sigh, she flashes you a dopey grin.
>"She's got a good tongue on her~"
>You grin back.
"Almost as good as you, from the sounds of things."
>"Eheh, eheh, eheh~!" she snorts out several piggish laughs.
>She then jovially pats her left buttock with her left forehoof.
>"Just paying my skills forward, y'know~? Gotta make sure she's ready to serve as *your* throne, too~"
>You nod with understanding.
"Fair enough."

>"But what about you, Master?" Luster asks. "Weak teatlets aside, anything of Cozy's catching your eye~?"
"Well…"
>Your eyes drift down Cozy's shudderingly breathing body;
>Along her toned torso;
>Across her innie navel;
>Over her "weak teatlets;"
>And settling on her winking horse pussy.
"Oho, somepony's excited…"
>You blink, knit your brows, then look back to Luster.
"That your doing?"
>"Eheh, maaaybe~"
>You've heard more than enough pigspeak to know what a "maaaybe~" means.
"Hm."
>Quietly crawling alongside Cozy's body in amidst all the airy huffing and wet slurping, you position your kneeling form right between her hindlegs.
>Looking down, you quickly notice a thick yellowish substance covering her genitals.
>You scoop some of it up with two fingers and bring this soupy sample up to your nose.
>It smells like piss. Marepiss.
>Considering your Sow's earlier humping efforts, you have a pretty good idea of what this is.
>Knitting your brows just that little bit tighter, you once again look back to Luster.
"And this?"
>Luster lets out a chuckle.
>"Just my way of keeping her ready for you, Master~"
>You lightly roll your eyes.
"Keeping her stinky, more like…"
>Despite your wisecrack, you lick your fingers clean of Luster's pig soup.
>Unsurprisingly, it also tastes like marepiss.
>It's pretty good marepiss, though; it has a strong hay-ish flavour, a subtle juicy tang, and it comfortably slides down your throat like the thick gloop it is.
>Once it drops into your stomach, you are suddenly hit with the savoury realisation that you've now downed all three mares' squash at one point or another.
>You're a God damn connoisseur.

>As you give Cozy's squashed-over cunt another cursory lookover, you hummingly consider your options.
>Even through her hypnotised haze, this winged pig's pussy squelchily winks at you, messily leaking out pungent fluids and freely adding them into this stinky, soupy mix.
>Indeed, what was once a proud pegasus's flower has now become a sloppy swine's snatch; pulsing pulpily, it amorously awaits a male pig to come claim it and make this sow his own.
>Such a porcine hole should prove a comfily snug fit for a Boarish pole, you feel.
>"So," Luster speaks up, "What're ya gonna do, Master? Gonna claim her right here and now? Pop her pig cherry?"
"It's tempting…"
>You blink a couple of times, then look back up to Luster.
"…wait, 'pig cherry?'" you say, arching an eyebrow. "Are you implying what I think you're implying?"
>She amusedly snorts.
>"Heh, that she's a hopeless marecel? Yup~"
>Looking down at her slave's subserviently breathing body, Luster smirks.
>"Our little piggy here has *never* known the touch of a stallion; she's got no game~"
>Your Sow sure is one to talk about having "no game."
>However…
"…you sound pretty sure of that." You cross your arms. "What, you girls inspect each other's hymens or something?"
>Over by the pillows, you hear something which sounds like a disgusted scoff being forced into a hoof.
>"Pffhahaha~!" Luster guffaws. "Nah, nothing like that~"
>She shoots you a sly wink.
>"Just have an eye for this sorta thing, y'know?"
>You squint your own peepers.
"An…eye?"
>She nods affirmatively.
>"Think about it, Master; Cozy's a known manipulator who tried to take over Equestria—" She lifts both forehooves. "—twice. Thanks to that, she's earned herself a permanent spot in the dark side of the history books, and there are very few stallions out there who'd risk approaching a mare with that much infamy to her name."
>You cross your arms.
"And what about the ones who would?"
>She twirls her right forehoof about in the air.
>"They'd immediately be put off by her overly sugary sweetness, bulking bod, and—heh—tiny assets."
>She shrugs both forehooves.
>"Villainous past aside, she's kind of a weirdo, y'know."
"Huh…"
>Putting it that way, Cozy *is* a bit of an outcast.
>The fact that she's still scheming for world domination after all these years probably doesn't help matters, either.
>"Plus," Luster continues, "stallions want a mare who they can trust not to poison them in their sleep, and…heh…"
>Bringing both of her forehooves down, Luster squishes her ample crotchboobs together right in front of you.
>"…they want a mare they *know* can feed their foals, no prob~"
>Leave it to your *gifted* sow to bring up her mammaries as much as possible.

>Letting go of her teats, Luster wiggles her hips from side-to-side, further grinding Cozy's snout into her clenching ponut.
>"Still, there's a place for everypony out there in Equestria—" Luster smirks down at Cozy. "—even if you're a teatlet marecel with no game~"
>She snorts triumphantly as she addresses her slave:
>"And that place is under *me,* serving your genetic better as her personal buttcushion~"
>Using both of her forehooves, Luster presses into Cozy's head from its top, forcing the pegasus's face even deeper into her sweaty pucker.
>"Ain't that right, Cooozy~?" Luster coos.
>"Schlrp…schlrp…hff…schlrp…schlrp…hff…"
>"Heh, good pig~"
>Your Alpha Sow is absolutely ruthless when it comes to asserting her superiority over lesser pigs.
>It's enough to make you wonder what she'd be like if she truly became an alicorn—and if she became your top mare as well as your top pig.
>Such idle fantasies are just that, though; much like how Cozy is unable to escape her villainous vices—or Luster's ass—your fate has you bound to another.
>"Anyway," Luster speaks up, "are you gonna break her seal, Master? Her piglet-maker is winking out for you, y'know~"
"Hm…"
>Gazing downwards, you do indeed see Cozy's cunt desperately popping out its pink pearl to you.
"So it is."
>Reaching down with your right hand, you firmly grasp your meatpole—which pulsates with power thanks to Luster's earlier spell.
>Considering your revitalised rigidity and Cozy's…third-party lubrication, you'd wager that all it would take is one solid thrust to claim her maidenhood and forever break in her body as that of your second sow.
>However…
>You let go of your rock-hard rod.
"…now isn't the time."
>Slowing her movements, Luster arches an eyebrow your way, expression turning neutral.
>"Oh?"
"Truth be told, there are some…"
>You trail your right index finger around Cozy's inner left thigh.
"…other qualities of our little traitor that I've been meaning to explore—"
>You flash Luster a grin.
"—in sensual detail."
>Lips steadily curling into another smirk, Luster lets out a husky chuckle.
>"Gonna deny our winged piggy her cream filling, huh? Heh, fine by me~"

>And so, lightly biting her lip, Luster happily resumes her horny hip movements, dirtily dominating her assiduous slave with her stinky ass sweat.
>Meanwhile, you continue to examine Cozy's thighs.
>These marvels of musculature have been lingering on your mind for quite a while now—to be more specific: you've been thinking about ever since she clenched them around your head while you obediently ate her out.
>Put plainly, you've been wondering how it would feel to have your dick wedged between her toned thighs.
>They could just as easily squish your penis into paste, yet there's a certain sultry softness to her muscle that makes you want to risk it.
>Thus, you do indeed decide to risk it. Not that you have much choice on the matter, though, for Anon Junior is now fully on board with the idea—and he has completely commandeered the ship after being cruelly denied that winged pig's pulsating pussy.
>Currently, Cozy's hindlegs are splayed out to her sides—so, using both of your hands, you push each leg up by their outer thigh so that they orient upwards and squish together.
>Even through your fingers alone, you can feel how strong her rippling muscle is under her pink coat.
>With this act of upcoming depravity, you hope to tame these watermelon-crushing thighs into penis-pleasuring ones.
>Slightly lessening your hold on her legs, you leave a small gap in between her thighs; it is a tantalising hole, one that beckons an intrepid explorer such as yourself to thrust through.
>And so you do; penis at the ready, you steadily pump your hips right into that delicious thigh gap.
"Ph-phew…"
>Your sceptre shoots straight through that canyon of coated muscle and peeks out from the over side.
>"Oh, hey there~" your Sow huskily coos, lidded eyes focusing on your tip.
"Enjoying…nnf…the show?" you grunt to her.
>"Heh, you know it~"
>She gives her hips another saucy wiggle and winks at you.
>"Got the best seat in the house~"
>You let out a lightly breathy chuckle at her remark.
>Turning your attention downwards, you gently close Cozy's thighs around your tool, making a muscly seal around your sweltering meat.
"Mmph…"
>Her warm flesh pulsates with power, yet it also feels pliably plush, conforming to your cock like it's being sandwiched in between two velvety cushions.
>This soft sensation is utter heaven on your hard loins.
>Feeling energised beyond measure, you slowly thrust in and out of Cozy's thighpussy, brushing your bone up against her luxuriously fine fur.
"Phew…phew…"
>Cozy's rippling muscles pleasurably shudder around your dick in reflexive response to her respiratory role as Luster's ass-huffer.
>This saucy chain of events is one you would consider a happy accident, as Cozy's subtle convulsions only serve to strengthen your own base stimulation.
>Her spasming thighs involuntarily vibrate around your throbbing manmeat, working to coax out your coming climax just that little bit faster.

>"Schlrp…schlrp…hff…schlrp…schlrp…hff…"
>"H-hah…ah~"
>Meanwhile, one servile sow continues to dutifully serve directly under her Alpha hog, both savouring and sniffing her Mistress's sweaty asshole.
>Luster herself is rocking her hips faster than before, while her eyelids dreamily flicker in deep delectation.
"You getting…mmf…close?" you query her.
>"Y-yeah…hah…" she sighingly responds. "…she's…mmf! She's a real good butt-huffer…!"
>The bedchamber is currently a carnal cacophony of fleshy plaps, sloppy schlorps, and breathy moans.
>Electrically charged eroticism jolts through the air, daring each and every participant to soar past their peak—and considering no vaginal penetration has occurred, that's quite the feat.
>"Ah…I'm gonna…mmf…!"
>Luster is the first to throw wide those soupy gates, rolling her eyes back and letting her mouth hang agape.
>Thrusting her hips forward—yet still keeping her ponut sealed around Cozy's snout—Luster squirts out several virulent volleys of smelly, yellowish squash.
>Her swinish secretions shoot across Cozy's toned body; not quite making it to your thrusting meat, but stinkily staining the pegasus's pristine pink coat all the same.
>A good bit of goop rockets over Cozy's navel and dribbles into the underdeveloped ravine known as the space between her teats—while weaker shots of squash soup land on her hard-earned six-pack and cascade down her abs.
>However, most of Luster's muskily murky liquids end up landing right on Cozy's stomach—with some of it pooling into her navel to form a creamy lagoon of lurid lewdness.
>"Phew…phew…hah…phew~"
>Snorting in a deep breath through flared nostrils, Luster steadily brings her senses back to lucidity as she finishes squirting all over her slave.
>Rolling her gaze back to you, she flashes you a liddedly toothy grin.
>"Think I found my new favourite seat~"
>You match her grin with a half-smirk, and the two of you share in some cheeky chuckles together.
>"Schlrp…schlrp…hff…h-hhff…! H-hffff…!"
>Down below, you can hear Cozy's stanky sniffs becomes swifter and shakier; not only that, but you also see her whole body violently convulsing under the constant heavy stench of Luster's fat sweaty ass.
>At first, a spring of breathless worry flies to the forefront of your mind; your Sow, however, is not perturbed in the slightest—which serves to soften your fears somewhat.
>"Oho~?" Luster speaks with a smirk. "Is our treacherous little piggy gonna cum herself silly from the smell of my butt~?"
>Taking a pause from your pulpy pounding, you grab Cozy's hindlegs by the hooves and spread them apart, peering down at her nethers.
>Her piggishly pink pearl precipitously peeks in and out of her clitoral hood, pleading for sweet release.
>"Heh~" Luster lets out a self-assured snort upon seeing this steamy sight. "Looks like it~"

>Saucily wiggling her hips just a little more, Luster makes sure that Cozy's snout is well and truly wedged into the flexing ring of her sweaty ponut.
>"Go on, Cozy…"
>Luster gives Cozy two playful hoofpats on the head.
>"…cum~"
>"Hff hff HHFFFF…!"
>The commandingly climactic words of her Alpha Sow are what finally launch this pegasus past her peak; fuelled purely by her Mistress's ass smell, Cozy furiously squirts out a stream of her own servile squash—causing its parabolic arch to splash against the underside of your cock and balls.
"Wh-whew…" You lightly shudder at sudden sensation of your scrotum getting jostled by piggish pussyjuice.
>Freshly squeezed, her cinnamon-scented soup feels pleasantly warm against your skin; it's as if your balls are being bathed in swinish satisfaction.
>That being said, the lively force of her launched fluids feels like someone giving your nuts a light flick, which is…slightly uncomfortable.
>Still, you power through this piquant pleasure nonetheless; if you can survive getting utterly throat swabbed by a Queen's impossibly long tongue—then you can survive this.
>"H-hff…! Hff…! hffff…"
>Cozy's climactic convulsions slowly ebb in intensity, becoming mere squirming spasms.
>Her squashy squirts dribble down to gunky grools, while her shuddering breaths steady themselves into obedient sniffs.
>Soon enough, this used and abused pegasus recovers from her own ridden high—and settles into simply being ridden instead.
>After all, Luster never gave her slave the order to stop—thus, Cozy dutifully resumes her slurpy work in deeply frenching her Mistress's ass.
>"Schlrp…schlrp…hff…schlrp…schlrp…hff…"
>"Ooh~" Luster lets out a contented moan at having her pegasus tend to her tender ponut.
>As for you—your sweaty seed sack is now absolutely dripping with Cozy's creamy delight.
>Your balls feel moist, but in a very good way.
>"Pheeew~" Luster heartily sighs out, before addressing you, "so, how about you, Master?"
>She sneaks a peak at your penis, lustily drags her teeth across her bottom lip, and then continues:
>"Both of your pigs have stunk up the pen real good, but I think it's about time our Boar makes a splash of his own, yeah?"
>Moving her forehooves away from Cozy's head, Luster lets her limbs laxly hang in front of her inner thighs and point towards her still-winking snatch.
>"So c'mon, I wanna see you shoot off my way already~"
>You scoff at your Sow's impatience.
"Such a greedy pig…"
>"Heh heh, yup~!" she amiably replies. "But I'm *your* greedy pig, Master~"
>Your lips slowly curl into a smile.
"That you are."

>Looking down, you can see that your rigid rod is raring to go, having been fully sauced up by your ex-partner's pussy juice.
>However, Anon Junior demands the presence of his new favourite pillows in order to properly get his engine running.
>And so, sliding your hands down Cozy's legs, you once again press her lightly spasming thighs together, forming a saucily sinful sandwich of supple flesh and man meat.
>Cock comfortably nestled in between that muscly matrix, you begin thrusting to your heart's content.
"Phew…phew…"
>It feels just as pleasurable as it did earlier, with Cozy's soft and warm thighs serving to stimulate your spear in a most malleable manner—while her shuddering body manages to simulate the undulating walls of a conventional canal quite accurately.
>Thanks to those earlier saucy sights and steamy sensations, you find yourself primed to hit your own peak in good pace.
>One particular pig, however, seems far too eager to quicken your climax.
>"…Cum~" Luster coos.
>You keep thrusting.
>"Cum~"
>You keep thrusting.
>"Cum~?"
>You keep thrusting.
>"Cum? Pretty please?"
>You feel the need to speak up:
"Luster, I'm not your slave. You can't force the natural way of things."
>She slouches her shoulders.
>"Aw…"
>Cupping her own cheeks in between both forehooves, she lets out a downcast huff.
>"I miss when our orgasms were synchronised."
>You offer her a sympathetic smile.
"Yeah, me too."

>Cum to think of it, you're surprised Luster's spoken commands towards you didn't get Cozy gushing like a geyser.
>Maybe it's because your Sow was asking *you* to nut, not her slave?
>Maybe it's because you're about to blow your load?
>Wait, that's not a maybe.
>You're about to cum.
"Hoh…hah…!"
>Throbbing with bestial need and huffing up a snorty storm, you slam your hips into Cozy's sweaty thighpussy with reckless abandon as you rush towards the finish line.
>After giving her pliant gap a few more fleshy plaps, you hilt yourself all the way through and blast off from the other side.
>"Ooh~!" you hear Luster coo in approval.
>Pulsing wildly yet pressed tightly, you fire round after round of white hot seed through the air and over Cozy's body; most of it lands on her abs and belly—but your strongest shot soars all the way over to Luster's plump form and splatters in between her fat udders.
>"Heh heh~" Luster proudly chuckles.
>You hold Cozy's cannons close to your chest as you cannonade from her canyon—but eventually, your artillery runs out, and your salacious salvo meets a slow yet satisfactory end.
"Phew…"
>As your softening member steadily retreats back into the soft safety of your ex-partner's thigh gap, you survey the sinful battlefield before your eyes:
>Cozy's toned body has become a canvas for Boar and Sow alike; alabaster seed and yellowish squash mottle her dampened pink coat, leaving this pegasus utterly begrimed by bawdiness.
>Your virile semen readily mixes with Luster's fecund cream upon this smelly expanse—almost threatening to fertilise your Sow's superior genes right then and there, thus culturing some horned piglets atop this pegasian Petri dish of life.
>But as hot as that particular idea sounds—you're pretty sure biology doesn't work that way.
>Still, it's nice to dream.

>"Mm…yum~"
>Gently letting go of Cozy's thighs and looking up to Luster, you see your Sow licking off some goopy spooge from her right forehoof.
>She notices you noticing her, and she flashes you a savoury grin.
>"Heh, there's nothing quite like the taste of your Mated Boar's seed~"
>You let out a light chuckle.
"I wouldn't know, since I don't have a 'Mated Boar.'"
>After giving Cozy's stained physique a quick scan, you use two fingers to scoop up the purest gloop of pig soup you can see.
"My Mated Sow's squash, however…"
>You bring that natural concoction up to your parted lips.
>Down it goes.
"…slrp…"
>Yep. It still tastes like tropical marepiss.
>Your eyes reflexively squint a little, but you smile at your Sow all the same.
"…now that suits me just fine."
>"Heh heh~" she huskily chuckles. "That's 'cause we're perfect for each other~"
>She winks at you.
>"Equestria's Boarish conqueror needs his lifelong Sow Mate by his side, am I right~?"
>Ignoring the sarcastic scoff coming from over by the pillows, you nod to Luster.
"Right."
>Briefly closing her eyes and tilting up her snout, your Sow lets out a proudly pleased huff, nearly glowing with gluttonous glory.
>Meanwhile…
>"…schlrp…schlrp…hff…schlrp…schlrp…hff…"
>Your second sow still serves her Mistress as she continues to do what she does best: backstabbing—just of a more tongued kind.
>Opening her eyes and heartily sighing, Luster looks down upon her hypnotised slave.
>"Phew…think I've bullied Cozy with my butt long enough."
>Luster gives her slave a quick rub on the head.
>"Better reward my good pig with some fresh air, heh~"
>With a heaving grunt, your Sow slowly pushes herself up from her swinish throne.
>Cozy's stuck snout steadily follows her Mistress's ascension, remaining sealed inside Luster's clingy sphincter even as her face is taken several inches up off the duvet.
>"O-oh…phew…" Luster breathily sighs out. "…Cozy, I know you love my butt and all, but…haah…y'gotta…"
>Horn lighting up, Luster takes a magical hold of Cozy's head.
>Then, she begins to pull.
>"…get…"
>And pull, and pull, and pull.
>It takes some huffy effort on Luster's part, but with a loud, squelchy *SCHLOOORP*—she manages to pry Cozy's shuddering snout from her sweaty ponut.
>"…outta there! Whew…"
>Releasing her magic, Luster drops Cozy's dislodged head back down against the duvet.

>Cozy lands onto those dampened sheets as a delirious slave; her eyes remain wide and swirly, while her nostrils stay flared and snorty.
>Adopting her natural quadrupedal stance, Luster now stands above Cozy, facing towards you.
>You note that your Sow's slightly swaying rear end hovers right above her slave's neck.
>Despite being separated, several thick, stinky strands of ass mucus continue to directly connect Cozy's used and abused snout to Luster's winking starfish.
>Mouth hanging agape, Cozy's tongue dumbly yet obediently laps at the air in front of her face—while her lungs implore her to take wide, gasping breaths.
>"Hah…! Hah…! Hah…!"
>Thanks to her mouthy efforts, she's able to breathe in mercifully clean oxygen once more—yet her reckless respirations also draw in some of that hanging butt slime as a byproduct, forcing her to swallow.
>"Phew…" Luster lets out a contented sigh at the sensation of her ass airing out from its deep tongue bath.
>She then flashes you a cheesy grin.
>"She's a really good cushion, eheh~"
>You snerk.
"I'm sure."
>She toothily giggles for a second, before her snout scrunches up in slight consternation.
>"Although…"
>She tosses a glance over her withers and gives her rump a swaying shake.
>"…my butt feels all swampy now, ew."
>Eyes drifting down to her scatterbrained slave's face, Luster hums for a moment, before letting out a low chuckle.
>"Think I know how to fix that, though~"
>Lowering her stance down to her knees and hocks, Luster's horn lights up.
>"Hey, Cozy, pass me one of those curls for a sec."
>This vocal request is mere set dressing between swine, as Luster magically lifts up one of Cozy's finely curled ringlets without waiting on her answer.
>"Hm, hm-hm, hm~"
>Humming jovially to herself, your Sow uses Cozy's mane to wipe her sweaty ass crack—flexing ponut included.
>"Phew, *much* better~" Luster coos in relief. "Thanks for that, Cozy; you can have it back now~"
>Magic dissipating, Luster casually drops Cozy's curl, letting it land on the centre of the pegasus's agape face with a wet *splat.*
>Standing straight up, Luster walks off of Cozy's body, snapping the slimy strings of ass mucus that once linked their bodies together.
>Luster then positions herself by Cozy's left side.
>"Alright," Luster speaks up, examining Cozy's toned-yet-cummed-on body, "let's see what we're working with here…"
>The pegasus's physique boasts powerful musculature, yet has also been befouled by all manner of stickily stanky substances—all thanks to you and your Sow, of course.
>"Heh," Luster chuckles, "would you look at that, Master."
>She flashes you a grin.
>"We've really made a work of art here, haven't we~?"
"We sure have," you agree with a nod.

>"Think we can do better than that, though~"
>You give her a brief tilt of your head.
"What, you want to cum on her again?"
>She amusedly snorts.
>"Nah, I'm thinking about 'impressing' upon our slave just how much she belongs to us~"
>You cup your chin with your right hand.
"'Impress,' eh?"
>"Yup." She nods. "And, also…"
>Her eyes drift down to your droopy dong.
>"…I know you've had your fun with Cozy's mouth and thighs, but…"
>She looks up at you, and you see greedy glimmers of hope shining in her eyes.
>"…don'tcha think your pole deserves a proper hole to breed?"
>Lowering your cupping hand, your lips slowly curl upwards.
"'Proper,' you say? As in…"
>Leaning forward, you rest your right hand under her chin and scritch it; her nostrils happily flare in response.
"…seeding the snatch of a superior Sow?"
>"Heh heh, maaaybe~"
>She's being coy about it, but you know full well what she desires.
>And after everything she's done for you today, you can confidently say your Alpha Sow deserves an extra *deep* breeding for her efforts.
>Thus, you flash her a saucy half-smirk, one that wholly reciprocates her raunchiness.
"Alright then."
>Leaning back, you place both hands on your hips and eye her up expectantly.
"Luster, juice me up."
>"Heh heh, got it~"
>Immediately catching on to your intent, she casts another one of her "rousing" spells on your penis—and your noodle quickly becomes ready to canoodle.
>Luster's magic is potent stuff, yet even it's not without its limits; should she overuse this spell, you could very well cum yourself into a coma.
>However, since you're only on your third nut of the noon, this spell is more than satisfactory for your naughty needs.
>"Okay," Luster speaks up, "lemme just get myself into position…"
>Turning around, your Sow steps over her slave's body once again, aligning her body with Cozy's.
>Then, Luster drops down, softly squishing her sweaty and chubby belly against Cozy's slimy and toned one.
>"H-hah…!" Cozy gasps at the sudden swinish weight atop her torso.
>"Heh, relax, Cozy." Luster reassures her slave directly to her swirly-eyed face. "S'just me~"
>Face to face, tummy to tummy—and pussy to pussy, Luster gaily rubs her body against her slave's as she takes the time to wiggle herself into a truly comfy position.
>Luster's forelegs loop behind Cozy's head, pushing the pegasus's face up slightly.
>Cozy's spread hindlegs hang in the air, cannons bending downwards, while Luster's ample thighs lie atop and encompass Cozy's own.
>Looking at it from behind, you can see that Luster effectively has Cozy in a mating press—just without the mate.

>"Mmph, there we go~" Luster heatedly snorts right in Cozy's dumbly agape face. "Now to mark you as our little piggy for good~"
>Luster sensually grinds her plump body against Cozy's physique, further smearing her Sowly squash and your Boarish nut deeper in the pegasus's coat—branding her body as that of a stinkily tamed pig.
>"Uh…wah…" Cozy weakly groans out.
>"Heh…" Luster huskily chuckles into Cozy's open mouth.
>Taking her swinish defilement even further, Luster firmly presses her sniffly snout right up against Cozy's, aligning nostrils with flared nostrils and lips with puckered lips.
>Snorting breath and smacking chops, Luster aggressively makes out with Cozy, slurpily sucking on the pegasus's lolled out tongue like a muscly lollipop.
>The taste and smell of her own ass does nothing to deter Luster's furious frenching—in fact, the satisfactory stench of her own delectable domination only seems to embolden her further.
>"Uughh…" Cozy wearily moans into Luster's mouth.
>"Hmph~" Luster lustily huffs right back.
>Kneeling behind them, you watch as both pig pussies sloppily wink out in unison—each hole begging their Boar to breed their wombs silly.
>Of course, your hard-headed decision has already been made.
>It is the Alpha Sow who rules the pigpen—and so it is the Alpha Sow who deserves first stuffing.
>Thus, you shuffle forward to station you and your cockmeat by your chosen cunt.
>Taking a moment to heartily breathe in that utterly cloying stench of swinish need, you rest both hands atop Luster's fat flanks—one palm for each customised cutie mark—and get a good squeezy grip of her natural plumpness.
>"Hff…" Luster momentarily detaches from Cozy's face and looks back at you. "…Master…my Boar~"
>Even with your tip merely poking at her lower lips, you can feel her desperately clasp at your glans, pleading for your penis to pierce her—to *claim* her.
>And you are not one to deny your Mated Sow her rightful pleasures any longer.
>So you promptly thrust all the way in, hilting yourself deep inside your pig's premium pussy.
>"Aaahn~!" Luster loudly moans out.
>Her sloppy snatch is supremely snug, immediately conforming to your Boarish girth and promising you that this is the best hole possible for your swimmers.
"Phew…"
>Tightly sheathed inside of your Sow's squash dispenser, you arch your body over her back and rest your hands by her head—or rather, Cozy's head.
>"Mm…my Boar~" Luster coos. "You're filling me up~"
>Lifting up a hand, you pet through the back of Luster's mane.
"Oh, we're just getting started, my Sow," you coo back.
>Luster lets loose a steamy huff of hoggish approval, then dives right back into her deep snorty smooch with her fellow sow.
>"Mmph…mmf…hff~"
>Tongues sloppily intertwine and nostrils excitedly share breath as your two pigs moaningly make out with one another.

>Not wishing to lay idle while your swine intimately enjoy themselves, you steady yourself above their kissing, writhing bodies—firmly gripping the duvet at either side.
>With your meatpole still totally buried inside of your Alpha Sow's sloppy cunt, you steadily pump yourself in and out of this slushy sounding symphony, squeezing Luster's squishy body in between a subservient washboard and a thrusting Boar.
>Luster's canal comfily clings to you with a knowing swagger, carnally confident that your Boarish shaft belongs inside of her at all times, while her sweltering walls leisurely ripple around your length, ready to accept your fat load whenever.
>On the outside, things are just as torrid; Luster's ample flanks provide plenty of plush cushioning for your humping hips—and so the schlorpy smooches and breathy sniffs up above are joined by the fleshy plaps and lurid schlicks down below.
>When directly comparing both sniffly sows, Cozy's mouthy reactions are undoubtedly the more muted ones—however, Luster easily makes up for her slave's slackness with her own piggish pep, huffing and slurping against her slave's snout with dominant delight.
>Looking at them now, you'd never guess that the pig on the bottom almost permanently erased your Sow's most precious memories.
>To think, Cozy once came to you as a mutual benefactor—somepony you could've seen yourself ruling Equestria alongside.
>One power struggle later, though, and her mind has now been wholly hypnotised into that of a submissive sow, while her body has been subjugated and scent marked into one that belongs underneath her superior—her Alpha.
>You must admit, this is a *very* good look for her.
>The idea of indelibly transforming your ex-partner into a pliant pig who exists only to bear your piglets and suffer your Alpha Sow's sadistic frustrations is becoming increasingly appealing to your Boarish brain.
>But before you consider the piglets of the future—you must focus on the swimmers of the present.
>…
>Several good pumps later, and it's not much longer before you can feel your breath and balls both hitch as your body prepares to fill up your mate's womb.
>"H-hah…"
>Luster detaches herself from Cozy's kissing face with a wet *schlp* so she can address you:
>"Are you…mm…getting close…?"
>Your affirmative nod cannot be seen, but the soft stroke you give her right foreleg can certainly be felt.
"Y-yeah…" you breathe out.
>"Mm…me too…"
>She lets out a happy, shaky sigh.
>"Looks like we're gonna…mmph…finish at the same time after all…h-heh…"
"It's because we're connected like this," you say in the heat of the moment.
>"Mm…yeah… Our bodies…mmph…recognise each other as perfect mates… So even our climaxes are…hah…completely in tune with one another…"
>It sounds like nonsense, yet it somehow makes total sense, so you accept your Sow's explanation with another breathy "yeah" on your part.

>Luster chuckles, and then turns back to the pig underneath her.
>"Hey, Cozy…" she coos, "oink with me… Oink with your Alpha Sow as she gets bred right on top of you~!"
>Brain utterly subdued, Cozy does just that, obediently oinking into the air:
>*Oink oink oink*
>"Heh heh~" Luster chuckles, then moves to plant her snout right up against Cozy's.
>*Oink-oink~ oink-oink~ oink-oink~*
>Both pigs oink in tandem with one another, sounding off a swinishly sultry cacophony between their throats as the herd's Alpha Sow graciously awaits her Boar's creamy gift.
"Unf…"
>Seeing your two swine getting along so well with each other instils you with a deep sense of Boarish pride.
>They'll do a fine job raising your piglets together, you feel.
>Although, knowing Luster's sadistic streak—you wouldn't be surprised if she has plans to make sure that they're all horned.
>The squelchy clasps of your Alpha Sow's undulating walls are as a mating call delivered directly to your clenching balls.
>Sensing the cumming storm, you hilt yourself all the way inside her cushy depths and point your pulsing pecker right at her fecund farrow maker.
>With just a few more bracing throbs, you blast away, filling up your Sow's womb with piglets-to-be.
>Overcome with synchronised pleasure, Luster squeals straight into her slave's mouth—which quickly becomes a gesture returned in meek measure.
>Her canal fleshily clenches around your fuckmeat as she steams you with her natural lubrication, splashing your groin with juicy squash.
>Your pulsing shots are relentless in their potency, firing straight through this slushy sluice to plant your seeds in more fertile ground.
>Grunting. Squealing. Squelching. Glooping. All of your senses are wholly overwhelmed by the smutty sounds and saucy smells of three pigs cumming in and over each other on a princess's pink bed.
>Boarish instincts taking hold, you gently close your teeth around one of your Mated Sow's ears and have a little nibble, coaxing out a few tamed mewls from her mouth.
>You calmly sniff and placidly chew on your snorty hog's auricle as you ride out the rest of your virile Boargasm, bloating her waiting womb with a full farrow.

>Once you finish draining your balls inside of your Sow, you switch from piggish nibbles to tender tongue licks, lapping at the faint bite marks you've left upon her ear and giving some post-coital care to your mate.
>Luster completely collapses on top on her slave, breaking her sniffly kiss to instead give Cozy full-face licks.
>Cozy, predictably, is mostly silent, and her expression is as entranced as ever; she lightly pants in air through an agape mouth while quietly enduring an overly affectionate assault from her Alpha Sow.
>Thus, as these three pigs steadily recover from this steamy scenario, two hogs take the opportunity to tend to another—while the third remains dead still.
>Eventually, though, you muster up the strength to push yourself away from Luster's back, and—with a heaving grunt on your part—you manage to pry yourself from her sopping snatch entirely.
>"Hff…!"
"Whew…"
>The saucy sight between their squashy thighs is an utter pigsty of unbridled passion; mixed fluids freely drool out of Luster's thoroughly fucked hole and dribble down onto Cozy's winking cockpocket below.
>The thick stench that pervades this soupy scene is one that primarily combines cum and marepiss into a potent blend of debauchery—however, your honed nostrils are also able to detect piquant traces of mango and cinnamon in there, too.
>Between that, and the overflowing volume of the sticky goop that flows out from one pig and dribbles off the other, you'd wager that Cozy had gushed out her own stinky swinegasm alongside both yours and Luster's, making this raunchy climax a trifecta of turpitude.
>Her mind may have been utterly enthralled by Luster's mind-bending magic, but Cozy's body has fully partaken in this sinful squashfest shared between Suidae, bringing her one step closer to becoming a true pig—whether she likes it or not.
>Even now, both of your swine leisurely wink in unison, bodies completely harmonised with one another; the bottom bitch's pulsing hole placidly accepts the goopy grool cumming out from the Alpha Sow on top, sloppily linking their essences together as partnered pigs.
>Nodding in approval, you give Luster's rump a light smack, causing her fat flanks to jiggle and the swine herself to squeal out a gasping yelp.
>Chuckling at the sudden shrill sound, you slide yourself over to Luster's left and lie on your left side, gazing at your piled-up pigs from a sidelong viewpoint.
>Once you enter her peripheral, Luster stops washing her fellow pig's face.
>Turning her head to face you, she shoots you a playful smile.
>"Gee, Master," she addresses you, "you could've warned me, y'know~"

>You hum in acknowledgement, holding up your heinous hand which spanked the flank.
"I could've…"
>After twisting your wrist to and fro for a bit, you set your hand back down and smile back at your Sow.
"…but there's a certain thrill in experiencing the unexpected, wouldn't you agree?"
>Her own smile grows wider and cockier.
>"Oh, you mean like turning your two-faced bestie into your spellbound underling~?"
>Looking down upon her slave, Luster triumphantly snorts into Cozy's face, causing the pegasus to close her mouth and sniffle.
>"Heh~" Luster chuckles, "can't say I disagree on that front~"
>Every word your Sow speaks drips with righteous resentment.
>And yet there's also a certain…temperance intoned within her voice—like a deep-seated grudge that has been softened through squashing it out with the object of her ire.
>Perhaps that's simply the post-coital bliss speaking.
>Then again, it can't hurt to ask your Sow directly.
"How are you feeling, Luster?" you do indeed ask, though maybe not directly. "Not too long before this, we talked about how we'd need more than one pig in the herd for you to be a true top pig."
>Lifting up your right hand, you twirlingly gesture towards Cozy.
"And well…here we are."
>Luster gives you a grinning nod and a confident hum:
>"Mm, I might not be your Alpha Mare quite just yet—but I can definitely be your Alpha Sow~"
"And will my Alpha Sow endeavour to treat her…" You pause, eyes briefly flitting to Cozy and then back to Luster. "…lesser pigs fairly?"
>Luster seems to pick up what you're putting down, as she lets out a huffing chuckle in response.
>"Dunno about 'fair,' but…"
>She affectively looks down upon her slave.
>"…gotta admit, I'm starting to grow fond of our 'new and improved' Cozy Glow, heh. Maybe she isn't so bad after all—"
>Her eyes, glinting with gingery hope, flit to you.
>"—'specially if she's gonna keep serving under me like this~"
>Ah, she prodding you for your final say on the matter.
>Hummingly musing to yourself, you grant her a nod of honest endorsement.
"You two *do* go well together."

>"Heh heh~" Luster lets out a gleeful chuckle, then turns to look down at her enslaved bestie, "you hear that, Cozy? You're gonna become a piggy for good~"
>Cozy hazily blinks.
>"For…good…?"
>"Mm-hmm~" Luster happily hums. "We're gonna root out all of those traitorous instincts of yours and replace 'em with total obedience to your Boar and Alpha Sow~"
>Moving her face closer, Luster gives her subservient sow a tender nuzzle, sniffing her up all the while:
>"Snff…mm~" she hums in approval. "You've got a good smell on you, Cozy—it's the stink of a proper pig~"
>Luster plants a soft smooch on Cozy's lips.
>"And don't you worry—I'll be making sure that stink is on you at *all* times. Wouldn't want you to ever forget your place, am I right~?"
>"My…my place…" Cozy mumbles.
>"Under me, of course~" Luster confidently replies. "Once we get you well and truly *domesticated* as our herd's second sow, you and me are gonna become *real* close—close enough that we'll be memorising each other's smells and tastes~"
>In addition to her invasively soft nuzzles, Luster slowly and intently grinds her well-endowed body against Cozy's, constantly reminding the pegasus of the vast genetic gulf that exists between an Alpha Sow and a beta pig.
>"Heh, and whenever you're not worshipping me or my sweaty ponut, the two of us are gonna be serving and satisfying our Boar's every need~"
>Luster rubs her thick chest floof against Cozy's meagre tuft, completing capitulating this pegasus's weak scent to your Sow's much stronger and muskier essence.
>"It's our duty to carry on his legacy—which means both our bellies are gonna get *fat* and *kicking* with his rowdy little oinkers~"
>Luster presses her chubby belly against Cozy's toned stomach, giving the pegasus a plentiful feel of what it means to have total pride in your paunch.
>"'Course, in the process, we're totally gonna *ruin* those rock-hard abs of yours—turn you into a plump and happy sow just like me~"
>Luster squishes her fat crotchtits against Cozy's mosquito bites, amply impressing her natural supremacy upon this impressionable pegasus.
>"But hey, heh, maybe a few pregnancies'll finally give those tiny teatlets of yours the growth spurt they desperately need—get 'em nice and milky for Master~"
>Heaving a hearty grunt, Luster's satiated snatch sloppily winks out another round of creamy contentment and readily drools it onto Cozy's genitals below; some of it pervasively leaks into her pulsating pussy—deeply staining her delicate petals with the shameless stench of a superior Sow.

>"Pheeew~" Luster breathily sighs directly into Cozy's face, causing the pegasus's snout to slightly scrunch. "You and me are gonna be nursing and raising our piglets together, Cozy. We're gonna become herd *sisters,* so don't you worry—" Luster plants another loving peck on Cozy's lips. "—I'll treat you juuuust right~"
>Arching her neck back, Luster pulls away from her snout-to-snout pair-bonding session.
>"Bit by bit, we're gonna totally *purge* that treacherous little head of yours, Cozy—get you properly settled in as our second sow~"
>Cozy blinks, amber-and-orange swirls in her eyes shifting speed like an erratic eddy.
>"P-purge…?"
>"Yup." Luster nods. "We can't have you betraying us again, y'know? It'd be so much more convenient for all of us if you were to turn, heh, pliant."
>Your Sow smirks down upon her slave.
>"Doesn't that sound swell, Cozy? *You* get to empty that pretty little head of yours and become a fat, happy brood sow whose only purpose is to spawn out your Boar's piglets—while *we* get an obedient pig that we can play with whenever we like~"
>"N-nn…" Cozy's eyes very briefly wince.
>"'Course, since we don't have a brainwashing collar on hoof, we're gonna have find some other way to mark you as our property. I've already got a few accessories in mind, and, heh, maybe I'll brand my cutie mark over yours—give you an everlasting reminder of who you *truly* belong to~"
>"I…I…"
>Moving in a bit closer, Luster takes a triumphant whiff of Cozy's palpitating nostrils, then addresses the pegasus with a self-assured tone:
>"Whaddaya think of that, Cozy? Ready to become my little beta piggy for good~?"
>"Nn…nn…"
>Eyes flickering and lips quivering, Cozy takes a whimpering moment to respond:
>"N-no…"
>Luster blinks, bewildered.
>"Huh? 'No?'"
>Her brows slowly furrow.
>"Wha—"
>"NO!"
>Cozy suddenly headbutts Luster right in the snout, crunching bone and forcing out a pained squeal from your Sow.
>Luster flies backwards and off of Cozy's body, landing flat on her back and crumpling against the duvet.
>Springing to action and swiftly reorienting herself on all four legs, Cozy sprints across the bed, ignoring everything except her own desperate impulse to escape.
>You thrust out a hand to try and stop her—but your sluggish reflexes prove far too slow for this surprisingly sprightly pegasus.
>Breathing rapidly, Cozy launches herself from the bed's edge, spreads her wings to take flight, makes a sharp pivot towards the nearest window, darts towards it—
>Only to be struck out of the air by a bolt of blue.

*** 35 ***

>"AGH!" Cozy screams out in terror. "NO!"
>This incipient spell forces Cozy's entire body to seize up as if jolted by a taser, causing her now-flightless form to drop like a rock and smash against the crystal flooring below.
>"Ugh!" she grunts out in pain.
>From there, the blue magic still stuck to her body splits into two distinctly ropey parts; one half wraps itself around her barrel and wings, swiftly restricting any further flight—while the other half binds all four of her hooves together, effectively hogtying her.
>This spellcraft operates with such smooth efficiency that you could've easily blinked and missed it.
>"B-blue magic?" Cozy gasps out, staring wide-eyed at her own magical restraints, "Wh-what?"
>She's just as surprised as you—yet so much more confused.

>However, you have more important matters to attend to—and so you make to check up on your fallen Sow.
>She currently lies on her back, with both of her forehooves covering up and rubbing around her face.
>Crawling your way up to her left side, you rest your left hand upon her belly, gently reminding her of your presence.
"Luster!" you call to her.
>"Nnng…"
>Moaning and groaning, she lowers her hooves so that they cover only the bottom half of her face.
>Then, she slowly, partially opens her amber eyes, casting them up towards you.
>"Master…"
>You reach out with your right hand and gently rub around her forehead; it feels warm.
"Are you alright?" you ask. "Anything broken?"
>"I'm…I'm fine…I think…"
>Says the mare who was writhing about on her back moments ago.
>"Snout really hurts, though…"
>You are currently unable to see said snout, but you note that her voice sounds more nasally blocked than usual.
>"Wait," she speaks up. "C-cozy."
>You feel her body immediately tense up, while her amber gaze is swiftly overcome with both worry and guilt.
>"I-is she…?"
>You throw a brief glance to that bound pegasus lying helplessly on the cold crystal floor.
>Turning back to your Sow, you flash her a soft smile.
"Don't worry; she's still here. She hasn't escaped."
>Luster relaxes under your touch.
>"Oh… Okay…okay, good."
>She lets out a sigh.
>"Sorry, Master. I really messed up back there."
>Her eyes shamefully flit away from you.
>"Forgot to reapply my hypnosis, and…yeah."
"I see."
>You nod.
"I trust you'll be more diligent in the future?"
>Her eyes alertedly dart back to yours.
>"O-of course, Master. I promise I won't let you down again."
>Moving your right hand upwards, you run your fingers through her mane.
"I'll be counting on you, then."
>In her defence, you'd wager that this is only the second time your Sow has tried to turn someone into a sex slave.
>She's still learning.

>In truth, perhaps you should've scolded your Sow more harshly for her negligence; if it hadn't been for that blue bolt of binding, Cozy would've escaped and scurried away to who knows where.
>However, you happen to have a soft spot for this soft mare—and you know that Luster is trying her best to please you.
>Plus, even you never would've expected Cozy to break out of Luster's hypnosis so quickly; after all, it hadn't been *that* long since your Sow last reapplied her subjugating spell.
>Recalling your own personal experience under her potent influence: it felt as if you were gonna become Luster's brainwashed boytoy forever.
>She's among one of the most powerful spellcasters Equestria has ever known; her magic is certainly not to be sniffed at.
>And yet Cozy broke free all the same.
>Once again, it seems you underestimated that pink pegasus—as did your Sow.
>It's just as Luster said earlier: Cozy really *is* a 'tougher nut to crack than most'—you can only wonder what brought about such mental resilience in the mare.
>For now, though, you focus on your Sow.
"Come on," you address her, "let's get you up."
>"Okay…"
>Slipping your right arm underneath her body, you steadily help Luster up into a sitting position.
>Sitting up on her haunches, she continues to cover her snout with one forehoof.
>"Um, Master…"
>She slowly lowers that forehoof.
>"…how does it look?" she tentatively asks.
"Hm."
>Her snout is slightly bent to one side, while rivulets of crimson freely leak from her nostrils.
>You decide to tell her exactly like it is:
"Your nose is broken and bleeding."
>Her eyes shoot open.
>"Wh-what?!"
>Her sudden shock is quickly replaced by steaming spleen.
>"That…that ratty little pegasus!"
>Spinning her whole body to the side, Luster bolts towards the bed's edge.
>Her sudden burst of speed surprises you, making you go:
"Whoa."
>In next to no time at all, Luster leaps from the bed, dashes across the bedside rug, and stomps her way over to where Cozy lies on the crystal floor.
>Both mares quickly make eye contact with each other, enmity clearly flashing across their faces.
>"Enjoying your newfound freedom, Cozy?" Luster sneers at the pegasus's restrained form.
>Cozy turns up her snout as best she can.
>"Tch."
>"Don't you worry, I'm about to put a stop to that *real* soon."
>Lifting a forehoof, Luster gestures towards her bloodied snout.
>"'Cause I'm gonna pay you back *double* for what you did to my sweet face."
>Cozy scoffs.
>"'Sweet face?' Please. That new look suits you. You're one step closer to representing the imbecile you truly are."
>Luster's horn sparks to incensed life.
>"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."
>Luster yanks Cozy up into an upright position, suspending her bound body in stasis.
>She then steps closer to the pegasus, broken snout inches away from her sullied one.
>"But we'll see who has the last laugh when I have you rolling around in the mud."

>Channelling her magic once more, Luster's eyes turn hypnotically swirly.
>Luster then stares directly into Cozy's defiant scarlet gaze, attempting to bring the pegasus under her thrall yet again.
>Cozy's expression silently tightens, brows furrowing and snout scrunching.
>"I'm not gonna let you fall out of my spell this time, Cozy." Luster speaks with a haughtily confident tone. "So, why don't you be a good pig and just—"
>Cozy suddenly spits in Luster's face.
>"Urk!" Luster staggers back a few steps, eyes clenching shut and magic fizzling out.
>With nothing to hold her up, Cozy falls back onto her side; her face bears bitter conceit and cold hate—looking absolutely nothing like the dumb pig she was reduced to earlier.
>Luster slowly wipes her own face off with a forehoof.
>"…Yeah, I guess you're right."
>Her voice addresses an unsaid statement, yet her voice drips with pure poison.
>Luster just-as-slowly opens her eyes.
>And she glares down at her former slave.
>"I really ought to be using a stronger spell for the likes of you."
>Luster's horn promptly flares up with sizzling amber magic.
>This time, her eyes don't swirl.
>Instead, Cozy's eyes fiercely clamp shut.
>"A-agh!"
>Her whole face contorts in unseen agony, and she convulses about on the floor as if she was being throttled by the air itself.
>"Grrk…kk…kk…!" she shudderingly grunts through painfully gritted teeth.
>White bubbly foam begins to form from the corners of her mouth.
>Wait. This isn't right.
>You have been quietly watching this disquieting scene unfold from the bed's edge—but no more.
>If Luster continues on like this, you get the feeling there'll be nothing left of Cozy for you to enslave.
>You should—
>"STOP!"
>Another bolt of blue flies out and strikes Luster straight on her horn.
>"Agh!" Luster yelps, malicious magic shorting out.
>This blue spell swiftly shifts into a rope and tightly wraps itself around Luster's horn, preventing any further spellcraft from the unicorn.
>Glancing to your left, you see a familiar pink alicorn leap from the bed and gracefully land on the turquoise rug.
>She calmly strolls across the room, making her way over to those two mares.
>Her horn lights up with a cool blue glow, and she carefully cocoons Cozy's convulsing body within her wispy magic; some of it steadily slithers into one of the pegasus's ear and flows out the other.
>Whatever your Soulmate is casting, it appears to alleviate the pegasus's physical woes; Cozy's expression softens, her pained grunts abate, and her scarlet eyes slowly open.
>Cozy uses this newfound wellness to glare daggers at the two ponies who now loom next to her lying form.
>And yet despite her clear contempt, she stays deathly quiet, perhaps silently coming to terms with the utter futility of her current situation.

>Luster, recovering from her magical slap to the horn, lifts up a forehoof to feel around her forehead.
>"Wh-wha?"
>Upon confirming the presence of something wrapped around her horn, she angrily stamps her hoof down on the floor and turns to face her herdmate.
>"Hey!" Luster snaps. "What's the big idea, Flurry?!"
>Flurry meets Luster's indignance with a calm comportment.
>"My 'big idea' is that you're hurting her, Lustie."
>Flurry releases her magical embrace around Cozy, leaving the pegasus healthy and hostile.
>"Glowie is one of us," Flurry continues, "and she deserves to be treated as such."
>Luster blinks several times, completely incredulous.
>"O-one of…?!"
>Luster then swiftly shakes her head and jabs a forehoof out towards Flurry.
>"Flurry, she tried to brainwash *and* mindwipe us! If she had her way, we'd have forgotten all about Master—and then she'd have brainwashed him too!"
>"I know."
>"Then you *know* she can't be let off so easily! She's a threat to Master—and a threat to us!"
>Tilting her head to the right, Luster glares down at Cozy.
>"If you ask me, she 'deserves' to be 'treated' exactly like the mindless cattle she tried to turn us into."
>Speaking no words, Flurry simply lets out a weary sigh at Luster's limitless animosity.
>Your Sow's emotions well from a place of reason, yet stew in the sauce of spite.
>However, Flurry clearly envisions a different fate for Cozy—one that directly opposes Luster's piggish payback.
>Thus, your two mares arrive at a silent impasse.
>If she so wished it, Flurry could easily assert her absolute authority as Alpha Mare over her dissenting herdmate; in that case, Luster would have no choice but to capitulate to the will of the herd.
>But instead, your Soulmate mutely turns to you.
>Her eyes speak of need, while her heart beats of clemency.
>You suppose that's your cue to step in.
>Standing up from the bed's edge, you make your way over to this troublesome trio of pink ponies.
>Approaching Luster's left side from behind, you crouch down close by her.
>You gently tap her withers with your right hand.
"Luster."
>She spins around to face you.
>"Master, you agree with me, right?" she asks, expression pleading, "Cozy's already proven that she's way too much of a threat to us if left unchecked."
>She shuffles a little closer to you, hesitant tone lowering to a conspiratorial whisper:
>"We oughta…deal with her accordingly, y'know?"

>You address her distinct distrust with an understanding smile:
"I can see where you're coming from, Luster…"
>Tilting your head to the left, you cast a brief glance towards your Soulmate.
"…but I think we should hear what Flurry has to say."
>Your Soulmate softly smiles back.
>Your Sow, however, aggrievedly whines out:
>"But…but Masteeer…"
>Raising your right index finger, you signal for her silence.
>Your reflexives almost drive you to boop her broken nose, but you thankfully catch yourself in the nick of time.
>Instead, you turn to your Soulmate and ask:
"Flurry, can you heal Luster's snout?"
>Lips parting slightly, she hastily nods her head.
>"Oh, right. Of course."
>Horn humming to life, Flurry gently wraps her light-blue magic around Luster's bloodied and broken snout, causing the unicorn to quietly wince.
>From there, Flurry's magic tightens, carefully cricking Luster's bent snout back into place and stemming the flow of fresh blood.
>Cozy, who had been mutely watching all of this, mutters something under her breath.
>A few seconds pass with only bony cricks to fill the air.
>"There," your Soulmate states.
>Flurry finishes her magical mend of Luster's snout; if it weren't for the dried blood below her nostrils, her muzzle would look good as new.
>As an extra, Flurry also undoes the magical rope inhibiting Luster's horn, allowing the mare to cast magic once more.
>Luster spends a couple of seconds wrinkling and unwrinkling her now-fixed nose; then, she lets out a mild huff.
>"Could've done that earlier…" she grumbles.
>Flurry rolls her eyes.
"Thank you, Flurry."
>You courteously nod to your Soulmate, then turn to your Sow.
"And Luster…"
>Caressively cupping Luster's chin with your left hand, you quite literally grab her attention.
"…wanna sniff things out with your Master?"
>Her face lightens, becoming pensively yearning.
>Her eyes, pure pools of shimmering amber, glisten in the room's gentle ambience.
>Her response is as thus:
>"Y-yeah." She nods. "I do."
>Inching closer and sitting down on her haunches, she arches her neck forward, moving in towards you.
>You meet her halfway, lining up your nostrils with hers and wrapping your right arm around her back.
>Scritching her chin with your left hand and rubbing her withers with your right, the two of you quaintly share breath, closing your eyes as you do.

>"Snff…snff…snff…"
"Snff…snff…snff…"
>Here, in this little pocket of privacy you've created for yourselves, a Boar consoles his Mated Sow through some tender nose-to-nose communication.
>Her face may have been fixed, but those red rivulets ever remain, and you can smell the metallic scent of dried blood on her muzzle.
>But that's not the only thing you can smell; your Sow happens to carry a storied plethora of scents upon her adventurous visage.
>Most prominent of which being the stink of her own ass.
>Not that you mind, though—for this is the stench of your Mated Sow.
>You've dreamt of this stench, you've conquered it, and you've made it your personal property.
>And if that wasn't enough, you've also claimed her destiny and tamed her womb.
>On every single level, this pig belongs to you now.
>She recognises you as both her Boar and her better; thus, no matter what decision you ultimately make regarding Cozy's fate, you know that Luster will loyally stand by your side throughout it all.
>However, it's no secret that your Sow has her own set of misgivings to bear when it comes to that perfidious pegasus.
>In fact, you fully understand her sentiments—for you also share them yourself.
>To you, that execrable ex-partner of yours is somepony who used you purely to further her own selfish ends.
>She stole your harem from you, erased their memories, placed a brainwashing collar around your neck, squirted all over your face, and then—once she totally lost control over the situation—tried to order your herd to execute each other in one last act of self-destructive spite.
>Needless to say, you don't have a high opinion of the mare.
>Alas, you are spiritually linked to somepony who does:
>Flurry Heart.
>And therein lies the rub.
>Whereas Luster blatantly mistrusts Cozy—and justifiably so, you might add—Flurry sees that pegasus in a whole different light.
>In being directly connected to your Soulmate's emotions, you are able to keenly feel just how much she cares for Cozy.
>It's not quite love, but rather a sense of deep camaraderie.
>And it is through that camaraderie that you can sense Flurry's hopes for Cozy's future:
>She wants you and Cozy to come to an understanding.
>She wants you to forgive Cozy and make her feel safe in your arms.
>She wants Cozy to join your herd and become one of your trusted wives.
>This is only a portion of the mareish mawkishness that continually pulses out from your Soulmate's system.

>Flurry's honest feelings are unendingly numerous, incessantly potent—and they will not be denied.
>Thus, no matter how much you resent that pegasus's treachery—and no matter how much you agree with Luster's desire to turn Cozy into a mindlessly docile brood sow…
>There is very little you can do when your all-too-lenient Soulmate's heart is relentlessly pumping "please forgive her please forgive her please forgive her" straight into your bloodstream.
>…Putting things bluntly, the link that binds your hearts together is…incredibly intrusive.
>It inhibits your judgement, and it truly puts the "forbidden" in "forbidden ritual."
>Hell, sometimes, you wonder just who exactly is the *real* Master here.
>You may run the ship, but Flurry's heart is the stormy sea itself—and you find it exceedingly easy to get yourself swept up within her turbulent passion.
>Still, 'tis a small price to pay for immortality and all that.
>While it's true that she affects you, you also affect her in turn.
>After all, Flurry knew you had a bone to pick with Cozy, and so she happily let you blast your bone straight down that pegasus's tight throat.
>But now that the pig is out of the pen, your Queen is hoping you'll give her way an earnest shot, because despite everything she's heard and seen from that pegasus—your Soulmate wishes nothing but the best for her bestie.
>And…well…honestly, you have no idea what Flurry sees in Cozy.
>She's far too lenient, you feel.
>…In a way, it reminds you of how forgiving *you* are when it comes to your Sow.
>Flurry and Cozy. You and Luster.
>Two surprisingly similar relationships—though you imagine one involves far less raunchy sex than the other.
>Also, Luster doesn't call you a dumb bimbo within close earshot.
>Nor did she ever command you to kill yourself.
>…Hm. Maybe not that similar, then.
>That said, it's clear that you and your Soulmate both share the same penchant for feckless leniency.
>Despite the parity, however, this tolerant trait was not one born out of your mutual bond; rather, it is something you each cultivated on your own terms.
>It is what you used to forgive these mares for their past cruelty.
>It is what you channelled to welcome Flurry into your heart and embrace her as your beloved Soulmate.
>It is what you invoked to confront your past and accept Luster as your Mated Sow.
>And…perhaps…
>Perhaps it is what will win Cozy over, too.

>…
>Your cogitations come to an agreeable end, and you feel as if you've been sharing breath with your Sow for an eternity.
>But in reality, you suspect that it's been less than a minute.
>Still, that was more than enough time to get your thoughts in order.
>You can only hope the same was true for your Sow, as well.
>Opening your eyes, you pull away from her fuzzy face and sniffly nostrils.
>Luster follows you briefly, but quickly recollects herself, pulling away from you in turn.
>The two of you stare into each other's eyes for a little longer.
>You notice a glowing object out from the left side of your vision.
>Tilting your head to the left, you see that it is a floating napkin held within a light-blue aura.
>You gingerly grab it out of the air with your left hand.
>It's been pre-wettened.
>Tilting your head further left, you give Flurry an appreciative nod.
>She gives you one right back.
>You return your gaze over to Luster, who has been watching this exchange with a silent calm.
>Eyes drifting down to the dried blood marring her muzzle, you address her:
"Let me clean your face for you."
>"Okay," she quietly responds.
>With your right hand still rubbing her withers, you use the napkin held within your left to gently rub around her snout.
>And slowly but surely, you wipe away those red stains to restore her natural cerise charm.
>This is no swinely tongue bath, mind—but you suppose some sophistication is in order, considering your current company.
>"Mm…" Luster contentedly hums at your touch.
>She wholly places herself in your care, willingly and wantingly.
>Indeed, this vulnerable side of your Sow is a sharp contrast to the domineering hog who had compelled Cozy to eat her ass.
>And yet it's still her all the same.
>For beneath Luster Dawn's egotistic exterior lies a quiet mare who simply wishes to be together with the alien she adores.
>This part of her is just as lovable as the rest of her, and you wish to continue cherishing the pony within while nurturing the pig without.
>Because one day, this pink unicorn shall grow into your loyal Queen of Swine—a Sow who shall ardently support her Boarish King until the very end.
>Who says you can't have two Queens?
>Or maybe more…
>For now, though, you finish wiping off the dried blood that marred your Sow's snout.
>And you…uh…
>"Allow me, Master."
>Using her magic, Flurry kindly takes the used napkin off your hands and levitates it towards the crystal trash can.
>You cast her another appreciative nod.
"Thank you, Flurry."

>You then turn back to your Sow.
"Feeling better, Luster?"
>Her ear shyly flicks.
>"Y-yeah…"
>Overcome by so much Masterly affection within a short timeframe, a bashful smile adorns her face.
>"Y'know, you didn't have to go through all that trouble, Master. I would've gone along with you anyway."
"I know."
>Reaching up with your now-freed left hand, you scritch under her chin and smile at her.
"Still, I wanted to pamper my Mated Sow."
>"Eheh heh~" she reservedly yet earnestly chuckles, curled-up tail lightly batting the crystal floor.
>You give her a few more seconds of scritches, before pulling both of your hands away from your becalmed Sow.
"So," you begin, "Once again, I ask you for your thoughts on the matter, Luster. Will you hear Flurry out?"
>Luster chews on her lip for a bit.
>"Well…"
>Luster side-eyes Flurry, who is busy keeping her gaze trained on the currently placid Cozy.
>"…to be honest, I still trust Cozy just about as much as I can throw her—"
>Eyes flitting back to you, Luster shoots you a half-smirk.
>"—without any magic, that is."
>You nod with mute amusement.
>"Buuut," she continues, lips softening into an understanding grin, "it's the duty of a Sow to stick with her Mated Boar, come what may, am I right?"
>She takes a couple steps back.
>"So, I'm gonna do just that. Whatever decision you make—I'll stand by you one-hundred percent."
>Turning to the side, Luster makes sure to keep you, Flurry, and Cozy in her peripheral.
>"And I guess that means we'll be hearing Flurry out."
>Flurry's ears attentively swivel Luster's way, and the rest of her head soon follows suit.
>You address your Soulmate with a smile on your face.
"Alright, we're all ears, Flurry."
>Flurry nods, pleased that her herdmate's discontent has been peaceably defused.
>"Now that we've gotten all of the bad blood out of our system—"
>"Dunno about that…" Luster mumbles under her breath.
>"—I propose that Master collars Glowie and welcomes her into his herd as one of his mares."
>You cup your chin.
"Collar her, huh…?"
>"Mm-hmm," Flurry hummingly replies. "That way, you can ensure Glowie's unwavering loyalty to your cause…"
>Flurry turns her head to look down at Cozy.
>"…while Glowie gets to be with the stallion she holds near and dear to her heart, right?"
>"Choke on a crystal."

>Luster chuckles at Cozy's crass remark, and then addresses the pegasus in turn:
>"Aw, come on, 'Glowie.' That's no way to speak to your future herdmates, y'know~? If Master's gonna be collaring you, then that means we're gonna need a collar to do the deed, and *that* means…"
>Turning up her snout, Luster flashes Cozy a knowing grin.
>"We've gotta get you nice and obedient beforehoof—sprinkle some magic into your mind to make you our compliant collar maker~"
>Her knowing grin twists into a sinister smirk.
>"Think I'll have you cut those red crystals up into the shapes of happy little pig snouts~"
>Cozy silently snarls at Luster.
>"That won't be necessary, Lustie," Flurry chips in. "As it so happens, we already have a collar for Glowie to put on."
>Luster's head snaps to Flurry.
>"Huh? We do? Where?"
>Flurry looks to you.
>"Master, if I may…?"
>She trails off, leaving half of her question unsaid, while her sharp blue eyes dart down to focus on your vulnerable jugular.
>If she were any other pony, you'd be deeply unsettled by her piercing stare.
>However, this is your Soulmate, and you can feel her heart peaceably beat to you her general intentions:
>Her magic. Your neck. Collar.
>You reply as thus:
"Sure thing."
>She smiles at you and steps forward.
>Thankfully, she has a friendly pony smile, not the toothy grin of a predator—so you're pretty sure she isn't going to rip out your throat.
>Still, you feel as if you'd best prepare yourself for whatever she has planned.
>While your Soulmate moves closer to you, you address your Sow with a calm tone:
"Luster, keep an eye on Cozy for us."
>You angle your chin upwards, exposing your neck to your Queen.
"And, uh, don't freak out, okay?"
>Luster arches an eyebrow.
>"Um, sure…?"
>Luster turns her head towards Cozy, yet cautiously side-eyes you all the same.

>Meanwhile, Flurry's horn steadily engulfs itself within light-blue magic.
>"Please hold still, Master," she addresses you.
>She bows her head, aiming her long and sharp horn straight towards your throat.
>You hold still.
>She gingerly moves forward, and you can feel her pointy poker prod at your tender neckflesh.
>You still hold still.
>She gently pierces your neck with her horn.
>You tense up.
"N-nn…"
>"Wh-whoa!" Luster gasps.
>But against all odds, you still continue to still hold still.
>This penetration carries no pain with it, yet feels invasively warm, like a buzzing bee burrowing itself into your neck.
>"F-flurry! What are you—nng…"
>Luster compels herself to calm down, recalling your earlier command.
>Thus, Flurry slowly sinks more of her magical bone through your skin and into your throat, stopping once her tip is tickling the centre of your spinal cord.
>You are unsure if this intrusion impairs your breathing in any way, yet you find yourself holding your breath nonetheless.
>The magic surrounding her horn gradually heats up.
>So does your blood.
>It heats and heats and heats.
>Until it becomes boiling.
>Bubbling.
>Screaming.
>Your system is screaming for you to stop.
>But you stay silent.
>You hold firm. You hold still.
>Something drains out of your brain, your blood, everything.
>It clings. It clings as best it can.
>But it must go.
>And so it sears you on the way out, forcibly being drawn up and down to Flurry's horn.
>It caustically burns, but then becomes cold.
>Empty.
>You are hollowed out through and through, and your entire body is wracked by a rancorous, bone-rattling chill.
>Except for one part.
>One part of your body still pulses with warm life.
>Your heart.
>It beats, and another beats back.
>Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
>Thus, warmth flows through your system once more.
>You become…unempty.
>Whole.
>Choleric canker collects around your spinal cord—specifically, around Flurry's horn.
>It wishes eternal torpor upon that which evicts it from its rightful home.
>Flurry, however, carefully pulls her horn out of your throat.
>You can feel your neck reseal itself around her entry point, fully closing up once she's made her complete retreat.
>Now that her natural stabbing implement has been safely extracted, you allow yourself to exhale out a much-needed breath of relief.
>Taking a step back, Flurry lifts her head up.
>You take this opportunity to check out the results of her spell.
>Light-blue magic still surrounds her horn, but it is now joined by a wispy crimson helix that continuously spirals around her sorcerous bone.
>That stream of red magic must have been what she extracted from you.
>It gives you chills just looking at it.

>"Hm…okay…" Flurry quietly muses to herself.
>Focusing her magic, she directs that crimson helix up to the tip of her horn, forcing it to coalesce as a solid red sphere of iniquitous intent.
>"Master," she addresses you, "please hold out your hand."
"Sure."
>You do as your Soulmate requests, presenting your right palm before her.
>She carefully levitates that crimson orb over to just above your hand.
>For a few seconds, it silently lingers there, seemingly unresponsive.
>But then, part of it cracks away and falls towards your palm.
>That falling red shard dissolves into nothingness before it can touch your skin.
>More of the sphere begins to break, and like an egg, it slowly cracks apart before your eyes.
>This "magical egg" bears a hollow inside, yet you can also spy a curious object contained within.
>As the egg steadily sheds its shell, you gradually come to recognise what that object is.
>After several seconds, enough of the egg breaks away that this object drops into your palm.
>With its purpose served, Flurry sends the egg away to crumble on its own terms.
>*Clink*
>…Actually, it sounds like she might've just dropped it in the trash can instead.
>Meanwhile, you take the chance to examine the familiar object held within your right hand:
>It's a black strap inlaid with red, heart-shaped gemstones.
"A collar…" you mumble to yourself.
>It's not just any collar, though.
>It's the one Cozy put on you earlier.
>Taking a deep breath, you tentatively reach up with your left hand and rub around your recently penetrated throat.
>It feels fairly smooth, all things considered—no gaping gashes or oozing fluids.
>Your neck is just as you left it—permissive and breathable.
"Flurry, that was…"
>You look up at your smiling Soulmate.
"…seriously impressive."
>"Hm-hm-hm~!" she cheerily titters at your praise.
>You can feel other eyes upon you.
>Turning your head over to the right, you peeringly peruse the expressions of those two proximate pink ponies:
>Luster is staring at your smooth neck, totally struck by awe.
>Cozy is staring at your held collar, looking absolutely mortified.
>The latter's reaction amuses you greatly, but it is the former's face that prompts you to speak up:
"How does it look, Luster?" You accentuate your question with a tap of your neck. "Any scars?"
>Your Sow shakes her head in mild disbelief.
>"No, none at all. It's like her horn was never there to begin with."
"Wow…" you share her awe.
>Even Luster's impressed.
>Flurry's magic really is something else.
>In fact, you'd bet good money that your Soulmate is the only pony out there to have magically gouged out an alien's throat and retrieved an evil mind-control device.

"Flurry," you address the mare herself, "where on Equestria did you learn to cast something like that?"
>She nods at you, and then blithely responds:
>"Oh, I didn't."
>You dumbly blink.
>So does Luster.
>But Flurry is quick to continue, resting her right forehoof against her chest:
>"I just followed my heart…"
>She then rests her right forehoof against your chest, thoughtfully gazing at your left pec.
>"…and listened to yours."
>She looks up at you, expression cordially confident.
>"The rest came naturally."
>You blankly nod.
"I see."
>"Uh huh," Luster also adds.
>Flurry has just given you an utterly esoteric explanation, of course—yet it's exactly the kind of nonsense you've come to expect regarding your Soulmate's love-fuelled spellcraft.
>Honestly, you doubt even Flurry herself knows what she's truly capable of.
>Neither do you, for that matter, but it's crystal clear to you that this Queen of Love is a cut above her cohorts.
>However, this emancipatory magic of hers has brought with it a breeze of uncertainty.
>After all, if Flurry is capable of removing *your* collar, then…
"…does this mean you're able to remove your own collars as well?"
>You ask this question with honest interest and a twinge of trepidation.
>What would you do if she *could* remove them?
>Would you force your eternal Soulmate to stay perpetually brainwashed?
>Or would you…*should* you command her to be free?
>"Nope," Flurry responds, removing her hoof from your chest. "The only reason I was able to extract your collar was because of the magical ward I cast upon you, Master."
>You soberly nod.
"The magical ward, right…"
>"It stopped Glowie's innate magic from binding itself to your mind, which allowed me to pull out the collar completely."
>You briefly purse your lips.
"…But neither you nor Luster had a magical barrier protecting your minds."
>"Mm-hmm, that's right," Flurry confirms. "Which means that Glowie's essence has fully merged with ours, and there's no way we can get rid of it now—not even with my love magic."
"Oh."
>You suppose that must make your mares part Cozy Glow.
>A horrifying thought, indeed—and it's a fate that you yourself only narrowly escaped.
>You owe your steadfast selfness to Flurry's safeguarding magics, for the prophylactic potency of her magical ward was born and tempered from her blue-tinted emotions.
>Despite the traitorous blood pulsing through her veins, Flurry's heart has always beat true for you.
>Her earnest affection has both protected and purified you from Cozy's control.
>And so…
>You feel a little bad that you couldn't free your Soulmate, too.

>"Besides," Flurry suddenly speaks up, "even if I *could* remove my collar—I wouldn't."
>You blink at her, eyes widening.
"Really?"
>"Mm-hmm." She nods. "Since Glowie's control has been completely nullified by my counterspell, the only influence left is yours."
>She shuffles a little closer to you, casting you a gentle smile.
>"I'm *your* mare, Master. Now and forever."
>Unfurling her right wing, she rests her wingtip against her chest, and you can feel her heart beating with honest endearment.
>"Plus, I love the warm tinglies I get whenever I act according to your will. It makes me feel like a…" She lets out a light huff. "…good girl."
>"Yeah, same here," Luster confidently chimes in.
>Flurry turns her head to the side.
>"And I want Glowie to feel those tinglies too…Glowie?"
>Glowie is gone.
>And by that, you mean that she's displaced herself by a couple of metres.
>"Nngh…! Nngh…!"
>Limbs still bound by magical blue rope, Cozy desperately wriggles away from the three of you.
>It appears that she's heading towards the curtained windows.
>Incidentally, these windows happen to be both closed and elevated off the floor—there's no way she could ever reach them from her floored position.
>Traitor or not, you have to respect this pegasus's tenacity.
>You and Flurry turn to Luster, who is placidly watching Cozy's daring escape with an amused grin upon her face.
>"Lustie," Flurry chides her herdmate, "you were supposed to be keeping an eye on her."
>Luster's gaze guiltily snaps to Flurry, looking very caught out.
>"Wha—I-I am!" she sputters out.
>Luster then throws another glance towards the pegasus who's slowly yet defiantly inching her way across the crystal floor.
>"It's just, heh, it's not like she's really *going* anywhere, am I right~?"
>Flurry deeply sighs.
>"Bring her back here," she commands.
>"Eheh, alright," your Sow awkwardly responds.
>Horn humming to life, Luster seizes Cozy's body within her amber magic—eliciting a disgruntled grunt from the pegasus:
>"Gkk…!"
>As you watch your Sow steadily drag her pig-at-hooves back to you, you feel a wing wrap itself around your back.
>Turning your head, you look at your Soulmate sitting by your left side.
>She warmly smiles back at you, yet you can also see a glint of knowing emotion within her light-blue eyes.
"You could sense it, couldn't you?"
>Reaching up with your left hand, you give your chest a quick double tap.
"The doubt I felt in my heart."
>There's no point hiding it from the mare who shares your emotions.
>She relieved you of your internal conflict as soon as it cropped up in your conscience—the timing couldn't have been a fluke.
>"Mm-hmm." Flurry nods. "I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but…"
>She thoughtfully caresses your back with her right wing.
>"…I knew it was about us."
"Mm…" you hum in pensive agreement.

>Flurry shuffles a little closer to you, letting her wrapped wing loop around your right shoulder.
>"Master, I don't regret a single second we've spent together."
"Yeah…I…"
>You shake your head, feeling some guilt creep up on your cheeks.
"I know I shouldn't be doubting you, considering everything we've gone through."
>She titters.
>"It's okay. There's no shame in feeling some doubt from time to time."
>She leans in and nuzzles your nose for a soft second.
>Letting her lips linger against yours, she speaks straight into your mouth:
>"Just know that whenever you're feeling lost, my heart shall always be there to console yours."
>Pulling away from your face, she addresses you with a faithful fondness:
>"For that is my duty as your eternal Soulmate."
>You can feel it even now.
>Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
>Her earnest, endless love.
>It's always been there.
>And it always will.
>Thus, you sincerely smile at your Soulmate.
"Yeah."
>You awkwardly rub the side of your neck with your left hand.
"And, uh, vice versa, of course."
>She removes her right wing from your back and girlishly giggles into her feathers.
>It's a cute sound.
>"UGH! Let GO of me!"
>That one, however, is not so cute.
>Turning your head back to the right, you see a pink pegasus held within an amber glow; her body is suspended in an upright position, hovering slightly above the crystal floor.
>"No can do, Cozy," Luster addresses her, "we don't wanna risk you flying the coop."
>Luster leers down at Cozy's hogtied limbs and bound wings.
>"Then again, even if you *did* escape through the window, you're more like to end up splatting the streets instead, eheh~"
>Pushing your Sow's grim sense of humour to one side, you address your powerless ex-partner with a calm yet cheeky tone:
"Well, Cozy, I gotta admit, you really gave me a run for my money back there…"
>You lift up the collar held within your right hand, dangling that black strap straight where Cozy can see it.
"…but I say it's about time we finally got back to business, don't you?"
>The moment Cozy lays eyes upon the tool of her own submission, her body seizes up and her pupils shoot to pinpricks.
"And lookie here," you jeer, giving the collar a playful wiggle in the air, "you even gave me exactly what I needed to make you my brainwashed slave."
>You flash her a smirk.
"How very thoughtful of you."
>She blinks, shaky pupils laser-focused on your collar.
>"Th-that's…"
>She repeatedly shakes her head.
>"I-it's not going to work…" she mumbles to herself.
>You arch an eyebrow.
"Come again?"
>She grits her teeth and glares at you.
>"It's NOT going to WORK, you UTTER simpleton!"
>Her stressed syllables briefly send you reeling.

>Thankfully, you quickly recover your bearings.
"Oh?" You tilt your head. "Really now?"
>Pinching the collar with both sets of fingers, you spread it out by its strap.
"You're telling me that the mind-control collar—"
>Your eyes flit between the loyal Queen on your left and the reliable Sow on your right.
"—which has enslaved the minds of two mares already—"
>Your self-assured gaze settled on the soon-to-be slave lying in front of you.
"—apparently isn't going to work on you?"
>She scoffs.
>"Obviously! Because it's made with MY blood, you complete DOLT!"
>Despite being held within a magical aura, she still manages to turn up her snout at you.
>"Do you REALLY think a collar fuelled by MY magic will work on ME?"
>Her face twists into a derisive sneer.
>"Hah! If you ACTUALLY think that, then you're even DUMBER then I thought!"
>Pursing your lips, you give her a few contemplative nods.
>You also thoughtfully stroke your collar with a finger as you deliberate on your answer.
>Turning your stroke into a tap, you answer her with that same calm tone:
"You know, you *do* have a point."
>You airily shrug your shoulders.
"And, hell, if it wasn't for the fact that you're sweating bullets right now, I might have even believed you."
>Also, if her argument was truly *that* sound—you doubt she'd be screaming it at you.
>"Grr…!"
"But here's the thing, Cozy…"
>You give the collar another thoughtful tap.
"…whether this collar actually works or not…"
>You lift up the strap to dangle it just in front of your face.
"…I've got nothing lose by putting it on you anyway."
>You let out a light chuckle.
"I mean, might as well try it out, am I right?"
>Cozy's contemptuous sneer further twists into snarling rage.
>"UGH! What part of 'it's NOT going to WORK' do you NOT understand?! Are you even LISTENING to me?! Are your ears even functioning? Is your BRAIN even functioning? If you put that collar on me, it'll be the LAST mistake you'll ever MAKE! You STUPID ape! You STUPID FU—HRRRK—!"
>Cozy's tetchy tirade is suddenly squeezed out of her as the amber aura surrounding her body contracts to a breathless degree.
>Shaking your head, you turn to the right.
"Luster," you warn.
>Your Sow jumps at your stern voice.
>"Ack—!"
>Luster's magic lightens its hold, and Cozy desperately gasps for air.
>"S-sorry about that, Master," Luster apologises to you. "It's just…hearing her insult you like that made me really…
>Her ears flop down as she frowns.
>"…it reminded me of bad times."
>It was probably the "ape" remark that pushed her over the edge, you'd wager.

>Giving her a mute nod and shifting your held collar onto your left hand, you use your right hand to soothingly rub Luster's left shoulder.
>You wholly understand your Sow's umbrage, yet you also prefer your prospective slaves to stay breathing.
>Flurry sighs, and her own horn hums to life with light-blue magic.
>"Let me take it from here, Lustie."
>"Okay…" Luster responds with a still-penitent tone.
>A smooth switchover of magical manipulation occurs as the ethereal aura holding Cozy in place swaps from amber to light blue.
>Cozy, noticing this, directs her glaring ire towards Flurry.
>But considering that her earlier impromptu rant almost got her choked out, Cozy simply opts to click her tongue in disgust:
>"Tch…"
>"Do you get it now, Glowie?" Flurry begins, "Do you see the reason you lost control over us?"
>Flurry points a forehoof towards Cozy, causing the pegasus's wary glare to squint.
>"You may have been the one to make those collars, but you only thought to use us as tools for your own personal conquest."
>Flurry gestures towards you.
>"However, Master—our *real* Master—put forward the effort to understand our personal feelings when he made us his mares."
>Flurry gestures towards herself.
>"He treats us not only as his slaves, but as—"
>"STUFF it, Flurry!" Cozy rudely interjects. "The absolute LAST thing I need to hear right now is any more of your STUPID 'true wuuuv~' GARBAGE!"
>It seems that being condescended upon by your Queen is more than enough to shatter Cozy's embittered temperance.
>"You think you can talk down to me? ME?! HAH! I'm surprised you can string enough brain cells together to form words!"
>"Glowie…"
>"You wanna know the truth, you spoiled little brat?" Cozy's voice drips with pure venom. "I never liked you. You say that I'm using you as a tool? You're exactly right. You were ALWAYS a tool for me, Flurry—ALWAYS a stepping stone for me to get ahead. You were just too STUPID to realise it before all this happened."
>Posture slouching, Flurry's ears flop down at Cozy's harsh words.
>Cozy, who is breathing quite heavily now, continues her diatribe:
>"You think you've WON just because you have a little ACCESSORY on hoof?! You think I don't have a BACKUP plan for this?! You think I don't have BACKUP plans upon BACKUP plans upon BAC—WHRGRBLBLBL—!"
>Flurry has taken this emotional outburst as an opportunity to curtly slip a magical mouth washing wisp inside of Cozy's mouth.
>The process lasts for just a few seconds, yet Cozy's scarlet eyes stay spinning for several seconds more.

>During this recuperatory period, Flurry softly speaks up:
>"I know you're scared, Glowie, but trust me, this is what's best for all of us."
>Flurry casts you and Luster a brief glance, before turning back to Cozy.
>"Once we welcome you into our herd, you'll finally be among ponies you can trust."
>Cozy shakes her head into straight-sightedness and blinks a few times; she then scoffs at Flurry.
>"Spare me your sycophancy. You don't know what's best for me."
>You decide to step in before your Soulmate gets lambasted any further.
"Oh really?"
>Cozy's piercing glare darts to you.
>You flash her a cocky grin.
"Because the way I see it…"
>You tauntingly dangle the black-and-red strap in front of her.
"…this collar might as well have your name on it."
>She lightly hisses through grit teeth.
>"That…the collar only works if the subject is relaxed, idiot."
>Her fury flares up again, and you can see a rather unflattering anger vein bulging out of her forehead.
>"Do I LOOK relaxed to you?"
>"Nah, not really," Luster casually chimes in, "but that can be arranged."
>Your Sow taps her own horn for emphasis.
>Cozy cringes in revulsion.
>"Indeed it can," Flurry adds, then turns to Luster, "but this time, we're going to be doing it *my* way, Lustie."
>"Fine by me."
>Flurry faces Cozy, expression awash with friendly forbearance.
>Cozy glares at Flurry, righteous anger marred by desperation.
>"It's…" Cozy mumbles out. "…it's not going to…"
>Flurry takes a step forward, and Cozy's desperation gives way to pure primal fear.
>"S-stay back," Cozy sputters out.
>Flurry shakes her head, and takes another step forward.
>"It's okay, Glowie, we're going to—"
>"Get away from me, you monster."
>Flurry stops dead in her tracks, one ear twitching.
>"Monster?" she repeats without a trace of emotion.
>A cold quietude suddenly takes hold of the room—and your heart.
>Cozy silently shivers within Flurry's magical aura, her shaky scarlet eyes unable to break away from your Queen's icy blues.
>Flurry slowly turns her head around to look at you.
>She regards you with the same frozen pools she gave Cozy.
>You peer deep into them without a hint of hesitation.
>For they are the eyes of your Queen and your Soulmate both.
>Thus, with no words spoken, the ice steadily thaws.
>Flurry blinks, lips curling up into a warm smile.
>She then turns back to Cozy and calmly addresses her:
>"Yes, I suppose I *am* a monster, aren't I?"
>Reaching out her left foreleg, Flurry rests her hoof against Cozy's right cheek.
>"But so are you, Glowie."
>Flurry gives Cozy's fearful face a tender stroke.
>"And you'll be in good company here."

>Leisurely letting her hoof fall from the pegasus's cheek, Flurry walks up to Cozy's right side.
>Flurry then turns around so that she now stands side by side with her bound bestie.
>"My King," Flurry addresses you, "while we get Glowie ready for you, why don't you make yourself comfortable on our bed?"
>You nod.
"Sure."
>You stand up and turn towards the bed.
>"Oh, wait—before I forget!"
>You turn back to Flurry.
"Yeah?"
>Before you know it, her light-blue magic swiftly envelops your bare crotch, revitalising you in more ways than one.
>You can't help but let out a breathy coo in response to this lively sensation:
"Ooh…"
>Flurry's magic soon leaves your body, and the mare herself softly giggles.
>"That should give you some extra pep in your step~!"
>You nod in approval.
>Luster's magic might be able to overclock your balls, but there's still a limit to your, well, limits.
>Flurry's magic, on the other hand—is basically a cheat code for infinite energy.
>Considering you've already nut three times since Cozy entered the room, you very much appreciate having access to such energy.
>Don't want to be blasting blanks at the finish line, after all.
"Thanks a bunch, Flurry."
>Feeling fully charged, you turn around and stride towards the bed.
>"So," you hear Luster speak up from behind you, "what're your plans for Cozy, Flurry? Gonna put her under the Love Cage like you did with me?"
>"No, nothing like that," Flurry replies, "but I *am* going to need your help for this. Get into position and follow my lead, okay?"
>"Gotcha," Luster answers. "Hey, Cozy, looks like you and me are about to become *real* close again, heh~"
>"Grr…!" you hear Cozy growl.
>You make your way to the bed's edge, turn around, and sit down on it, bare feet resting on the turquoise rug.
>Setting the brainwashing collar down by your right, you rest both hands on your lap.
>Indeed, you've been butt-naked ever since Cozy gave you a blowjob.
>Truth be told, you feel no shame in going commando in the presence of your herd and soon-to-be-slave.
>And currently, Flurry's bedchamber happens to be rather well-heated, too—so there's no risk of anything freezing off.
>However, that niggling bit of natural human modesty has a way of making itself known at the most mundane of times.
>And so your hands instinctually gravitate towards shielding your groinal region.
>"Aw, come on, Master," a swinishly raspy voice calls from over yonder. "At least give us something to ogle at while we work~"
>Lightly rolling your eyes, you cast your gaze over to those three pink mares.
>They all stand side by side with each other; although, in Cozy's case, she hovers slightly above the floor, held within a light-blue aura.
>They've also moved a little closer to the bed, and they now stand on the perimeter of the bedside rug.

>Cozy's magically suspended form is currently sandwiched between your mares.
>From your perspective, Flurry stands to the left of Cozy, while Luster stands to the right.
>Flurry's light-blue eyes are on Cozy, Cozy's scarlet stare is despondently directed at the rug in front of her, and Luster's amorous amber gaze is focused entirely on your covered crotch.
>With a half-smile on your face, you decide to address the lustiest mare in the room:
"You can ogle me all you like once you finish your assigned duties, understood?"
>"Heh heh~" Luster chuckles. "That's a deal, then~"
>Luster looks past Cozy's face and arches an eyebrow towards Flurry.
>"So, er, what *are* my assigned duties, anyway?"
>Flurry responds:
>"We're going to be pouring our magic directly into Glowie's heart. That way, she'll come to understand the deep love we feel towards our Master, and then she'll willingly wish to become his slave."
>Luster blinks a few times, trying her best to parse Flurry's esoteric plan.
>"Um. Magic on heart. Got it."
>"It's like I said, just follow my lead."
>"Right." Luster nods. "I can do that. I think."
>Flurry nods, and the light-blue magic around her horn shines brighter.
>Cozy's eyes widen as similarly light-blue splotches steadily obfuscate her scarlet irises.
>"Wh-wha—?!"
>Despite being thoroughly dredged in defeat, Cozy's head nonetheless snaps up to throw one last defiant glare at your Queen.
>"Flurry!" she yells. "Don't you DARE—nn…"
>Cozy is swiftly silenced, and her dotted scarlet sights are promptly converted into empty blue pools.
>All traces of animosity leave her expression as her eyes partially lid into languid placation.
>She then stares straight forward, looking at the general area where your shins are.
>Her subduction reminds you of when your Queen had used her magic to open up Luster's heart, though you suspect this spell is even more potent then that one—given that Cozy has now been completely and utterly pacified.
>"Nn…no…" Cozy mumbles, one eye lightly twitching. "Get out of…get out of my head…"
>Okay, scratch that.
>Cozy continues to surprise you with her resilience.
>"It's okay, Glowie," Flurry gently whispers into Cozy's right ear. "We're here for you, okay? Your besties are here for you… Nopony is going to hurt you here…"
>"A-ah…"
>Every word Flurry speaks sends waves of obedience throughout Cozy's capitulated mind, making the pegasus's blue irises pulse with each soft syllable spoken.

>"Think about Master, Glowie," Flurry coos. "Think about the stallion you love. The stallion you so dearly love…"
>"N-nn…"
>"Master is the stallion you cherish most in this world, isn't he? It's why you sought Master out and entrusted him with your collars. It's why you planned on having Master right by your side when you took over Equestria."
>"Mmn…"
>Flurry gives Cozy's right cheek a quick nuzzle.
>"And that is why you wish to serve him with all your heart."
>"Nng…"
>Cozy's brows briefly furrow and unfurrow.
>"N-no…" she mutters. "Master is…Anon is…trying to control me… I won't…won't let him…!"
>"You won't let him?"
>Flurry's voice is coolly calm as she addresses her winged bestie:
>"But Glowie," she continues, "you've already let Master control you."
>Cozy's expression winces in confusion.
>"U-uhn…?"
>"You see, Glowie," Flurry continues, "in giving Master the ability to command *us,* you've also let Master command a part of yourself, too."
>"Wh-wha…?"
>"And that part of you is *yearning* for you to submit yourself to Master."
>Lidding her eyes, Flurry affectionately smushes her left cheek against Cozy's right cheek.
>"Allow us to help you bring her out."
>In spite of her entranced state, Cozy forces out a shaky gasp, light-blue eyes flickering in fear.
>"N-no…!" she mutters. "S-stay back…! D-don't…!"
>With another gentle flash of Flurry's horn, Cozy's incipient struggles are promptly becalmed.
>"A-ah…" Cozy weakly sighs out, body relaxing.
>"Relax, Glowie…" Flurry coos, slowly rubbing her cheek against Cozy's. "It's gonna be okay… It's gonna be okay…"
>"Uhn…"
>After a couple seconds of slow cheek-to-cheek nuzzling, Flurry addresses her fellow herdmate:
>"Lustie, with me."
>"Gotcha."

>Mirroring Flurry's actions, Luster affectionately smushes her right cheek against Cozy's left cheek and rubs against it, trapping the utterly enthralled pegasus within a sensually supportive sandwich.
>Horn lighting up with an amber aura, Luster gratuitously pumps her amber magic into Cozy's subdued form, channelling it in the exact same direction as Flurry.
>"Think about how *wonderful* you'll feel when you finally *submit* to Master's *glorious* will~" Flurry coos.
>Body shivering, Cozy's eyes pulse blue.
>"And, heh, think about how *fulfilled* you'll feel when you're carrying Master's *legacy* in your *fertile* womb~" Luster chimes in.
>Body shuddering, Cozy's eyes pulse amber.
>"H-hah…! Hah…!" she shakily gasps out.
>Cozy is breathing quite heavily now.
>Yet your mares do not relent in the slightest.
>They ruthlessly ping-pong Cozy's manipulated mind between two distinctive blends of subjugating magic—while each and every word they utter sends her eyes shifting and her body quaking.
>"Think of waking him up each morning with a great big smile on your face~"
>Cozy's lips dumbly curl upwards as her eyes turn blue.
>"Think of worshipping his heaving nuts whenever he asks~"
>Cozy's lips hungrily salivate as her eyes turn amber.
>"Think of following his every command~"
>Cozy's ears attentively flick as her eyes turn blue.
>"Think of huffing up his sweaty taint~"
>Cozy's nostrils excitedly flare out as her eyes turn amber.
>"Think of being his good girl~"
>Cozy's tail flags sky high as her eyes turn blue.
>"Think of being his brood sow~"
>Cozy's tail twitches with swinish need as her eyes turn amber.
>"Give in to Master, Glowie… Serve him with all your heart~"
>Her eyes turn blue.
>"Offer yourself up to Master, Cozy… Devote every inch of your body to him~"
>Her eyes turn amber.
>"A-ah…!" Cozy weakly gasps out. "G-good sow…! B-brood girl…!"
>Your ex-partner's pacified psyche stands absolutely no chance against the combined coercive might of your mares.
>Their magically charged memories run rampant through her malleable mind, thoroughly imprinting their most servile sentiments upon her vulnerable brain and tender heart.
>Thus, she is forced to fully experience the very same sentiments that she once sought to so cruelly erase.
>She becomes your slave, your princess, your assistant, your Queen, your sow, your Soulmate, your Alpha Mare, your Mated Sow—all at once.
>But your mares don't stop there.
>"And…"
>"And…"
>Both mares coo into Cozy's ears at the exact same time:
>"Submit to Master and become his slave~!"
>"Submit to Master and become his slave~!"
>"H-haaah…!"
>*Squirt squirt squirt*
>Snorting and shuddering and squashing, Cozy gushes like a fountain and squirts like a firehose as she takes the term "cumming her brains out" to a whole new level.
>Her flickering eyes rapidly flash through all sorts of pervasive pigments:
>Amber.
>Blue.
>Amber.
>Blue.
>Amber.
>Blue.
>Crimson.
>…
>Scarlet.

>"Hff…! Hff…! H-hhff…!"
>Huffing and puffing and still squirting a little, Cozy's eyes return to their natural scarlet colour—and yet her irises remain emptily vacant, as if she's been subjugated by her own influence.
>"Mhm-hm-hm~" Flurry airily titters. "That should do it~! Now then…"
>Flurry finally removes the magical bindings around Cozy's hooves and wings, letting the pegasus stand up straight without assistance.
>Detaching from Cozy's sides and dissipating the magic around their horns, your slavish sandwich gives the mare in the middle some room to walk.
>And so, she walks.
>Cozy takes one step forward—
>Only to immediately stumble and faceplant into the rug, leaving her ass pointed up in the air.
>"Guheh…hehehe…" Cozy dumbly giggles to herself.
>"O-oh dear…" Flurry muses.
>"Pfft…" Luster amuses.
"Girls," you speak up, clasping your hands together, "you didn't, uh, break my slave's brain, did you?"
>Flurry's ears shoot up as her head swivels in your direction.
>"Uh…no! Of course not, Master!"
>Horn hurriedly sparking to life, Flurry uses her magic to steadily lift Cozy back into an upright position.
>As she does so, your Queen reassures you with a grin that is absolutely way too wide for the current situation:
>"D-don't worry! I'm sure she's still in there…somewhere!"
>Luster chuckles.
>"Yeah, I don't you're gonna be convincing anypony with that one, Flurry, eheh~"
>"Mgrgr…" Flurry grumbles.
>You cross your arms and narrow your eyes at Luster.
"Don't act like you're little miss innocent, Luster; last I checked—you were part of the firing squad."
>Your Sow flinches at your accusation.
>"Wh-wha—I didn't fire on anypony!"
>That's a lie on all accounts.
>Luster glances at Cozy's body, then to her rump, and then even further beyond.
>"Cozy, though…phew…"
>Both you and Luster take a few seconds to examine the goopy blast zone that extends a couple of metres out from Cozy's rear end and runs along the shiny crystal floor.
>"Wow," Luster muses out loud. "Mare was seriously squirting for Equestria back there."
>Turning back to you, your Sow shoots you a cheeky grin.
>"Think our traitorous pegapal secretly has a kink for getting her scheming little brain blasted by happy thoughts~?"
>You roll your eyes.
>"That's enough, Lustie," Flurry curtly retorts. "Glowie's fine. She just needs some time to recuperate, that's all."
>Luster keeps her next wisecrack to herself, not wishing to earn her Alpha Mare's ire.
>"And," Flurry continues, casting a soft smile over your way, "I know just the Master to help her feel at home."

>Cozy has now been fully uprighted into a four-legged stance—yet Flurry continues to magically steady her body and wraps a wing over her back just to be safe.
>"Glowie?" Flurry whispers into her right ear. "Are you there?"
>"Nngh…" Cozy groans.
>Her eyes consist of empty scarlet pools, her lips are curled up into a vacant grin, and her wobbly legs threaten to buckle at any moment.
>She's "there," alright—but only just barely.
>"Do you remember me?" Flurry asks. "It's me, Flurry, your bestie."
>"Mmn…"
>Flurry blinks a few times, then shakes her head.
>"What about Master, then? Do you remember him?"
>"A-ah…"
>Breathing out a quavering sigh, Cozy lets her mouth hang hungrily agape.
>"M-master…N-nonny…"
>Huh. Her brain may have been totally fried—but at least she still remembers her preferred nickname for you.
>Good to know she's got her priorities straight.
>"Yes…" Flurry empathically nods. "Master's here, Glowie. He's here."
>Cozy's breath hitches.
>"N-nonny…?"
>"Mm-hmm."
>Inching closer to Cozy, Flurry rests her right forehoof against Cozy's chest.
>"Do you want to become his?" Flurry asks. "Do you want to become Master's slave?"
>Breath hastening, Cozy's tail flags high yet again.
>"Hah…! Hah…! Nonny…!"
>Arching an eyebrow, Luster tentatively curves her neck around Cozy's left flank and peeks at her pegasus's presenting privates.
>Your Sow quickly jerks her head away from Cozy's rear end and awkwardly clears her throat.
>"Think that's a 'yep' from her."
>Flurry briefly side-eyes Luster, then refocuses her gentle gaze on Cozy.
>"You want to become Master's mare, don't you, Glowie? You want him to take care of you and make you feel like you belong, right?"
>Cozy sniffles at the air.
>"M-master…"
>Softly smiling, Flurry trails her hoof up the underside of Cozy's chin.
>"Look over there, Glowie…"
>Flurry carefully angles Cozy's head to gaze over in your direction.
>"…there he is. There's your Master."
>Cozy's eyes widen.
>"H-hah…!" she gasps. "N-nonny…!"
>It's somewhat hard to tell now that the hues of her pupils have become one with her irises—but you're pretty sure she's staring straight at you.
>"Master has been expecting you, Glowie," Flurry whispers into Cozy's right ear, "and he's been waiting to make you his mare for a very long time now."
>Cozy attempts to lurch forward—but Flurry's limbs and magic keep her firmly at bay.
>"Nonny…! Nonny…!"
>Flurry nods in approval.
>"Go to him, Glowie," Flurry whispers. "Go to Master and become his."
>"H-hah…! Hah…!"

>Flurry releases her magic, removes her hoof, and retrieves her wing all at once—letting Cozy go free.
>Cozy uses this newfound freedom to take one step forward—
>And immediately faceplants into the rug.
>But then she quickly picks herself back up!
>With a widely dozy smile on her face, she takes another step forward!
>A second!
>A thir—
>Nope.
>Down she goes again.
>"Wheeegh…" Cozy sadly whines into the rug. "Nonnyyy…"
>You blink quite dumbly—though definitely not as dumb as the pegasus before you.
"Uh…"
>Maybe you should help her?
>You begin to push yourself up—
>"It's okay, Master," Flurry begins, raising a forehoof up into the air. "Let her come to you."
>You decide to follow your Soulmate's suggestion, sitting back down on the bed's edge.
"Alright then."
>Luster casts a bemused glance at the snail trail Cozy is leaving in her wake and along the rug.
>"Yeah, she's 'coming' alright, sheesh."
>Lighting up her horn, Flurry harshly boops Luster on the nose with a blue wisp.
>"O-ow!" Your Sow's snout scrunches up.
>And so, you patiently wait for Cozy to totteringly make her way over to you.
>She walks like a drunk toddler, trapped in a constant cycle of zigzagging across the rug, falling over, and picking herself back up.
>Straight lines must have become an utter enigma to this mindless mare.
>In her current state, it seems like she can only focus on one thing and one thing only—and it's crystal clear to you what that is.
>"Master…Nonny…"
>In between bouts of bumbling and stumbling, she frequently mumbles out both your stage name and your pet name.
>Her body might be doing loop-de-loops, but her mind is entirely centred on you—as are her empty eyes.
>Whenever she isn't kissing the rug, her head angles upwards and her scarlet sights hone in your face, desperately seeking solace within your own eyes.
>Thinking about, that deeply yearning gaze of hers is probably the reason why she's tripping up so much.
>Mare isn't looking where she's going.

>Eventually, though, Cozy manages to make her way over to you.
>She stumbles her way into the spot between your spread thighs;
>Looks up at your face;
>Casts you a dreamy smile;
>Lowers her head;
>And then stumbles straight forward, planting her soft snout right against your sweaty scrotum.
"Um."
>Considering what you've witnessed from this pegasus's sole surviving brain cell, you're fifty-fifty on whether that was an accident or intentional.
>"Snff…snff…snff…"
>Seventy-thirty.
>Still, you're not about to start complaining any time soon.
>She rubs her sniffly snout all across your balls, snorting up your musk and planting supple kisses against your manly hangers.
>Her thoughts might be totally empty, but her head is in the right place.
>It's like she was made to worship your sack.
"Phew…"
>You breathe out a contented sigh, enjoying the feeling of having your testicles tenderly treasured by your ex-partner.
>If nothing else, you could at least get a good nut nuzzler out of this.
>You rest a hand on her messy blue mane, and you feel her snout shift lower.
>She moves down along your balls.
>Then below them.
>Gently balancing your sack on top of her snout, she plants her nostrils against your grundle and sniffs—
"Wh-whoa!"
>Slipping both hands under her chin, you carefully push her away.
"Er, easy there."
>She whines with sad need, weakly pushing back against you.
>"M-master…"
>She looks up at you, empty eyes threatening to tear up.
>The sad sight tugs at your heartstrings.
>Yep, that's right; after everything she's done to you today—and everything your herd has done to her in turn—you have officially entered "genuinely feeling bad for Cozy Glow" territory.
>You're not sure how to feel about this.
>But still…you believe there to be better places for this pegasus than snout-deep in your taint.
"Hey, uh…"
>Cautiously retrieving one of your repelling hands from Cozy's chin, you gingerly pat your lap.
"…come on up, Cozy."
>She looks at your lap and sniffles a little.
>"Nonny…"
>She stops pushing back against your other hand, and so you let go of her, allowing both of your arms to rest at your sides.
>Instead of resuming her raunchy dive into your genitalia, she places her forehooves by your outer thighs and steadily pushes herself up.
>With a few huffs here and a few grunts there, Cozy slowly clambers up onto your lap, soon sitting her muscly rump atop your now-closed thighs.
>Her hindlegs laxly dangle from your own legs, trailing off behind your back.
>Her forelegs gingerly loop over your shoulders, while her hooves lightly cling around your upper back.
>Her scarlet pools peer into your own eyes, and what she lacks in pointed pupils—she more than makes up for in wordless passion.
>Also, her winking cunt is freely drooling sticky marefluid down into the crevice between your thighs, making clear her instinctual need for her Nonny.
>"Hah…" she happily breathes out, "Nonny~"

>With her face several inches away from yours, she casts you a widely gaping smile.
"Yes, Cozy…" you coo, trailing your left hand up her back. "It's me."
>Indeed, her Nonny is here.
>But what does Nonny do?
>Now that you're face to face with a mare who had her mind utterly flooded with happy thoughts of you, you find yourself at a brief loss of what to do.
>The two of you are completely naked, pulsing genitals only inches apart.
>Through your throbbing rod, you are able to keenly *feel* the hungry heat that emanates out from her sloppily winking snatch above.
>Her head is empty, but her body wants you—badly.
>If you wanted, you could take her right here and now.
>You *could,* but…hm…
>Given her current mental state, she'd probably do anything her Nonny asks—or at least *attempt* to—without any further coercion.
>However, you still feel as if you should collar her before you officiate this "new and improved" partnership between you both.
>It only seems right.
>Thus, while steadying her body with your left hand, you reach around the duvet with your right hand.
>Where…did you…leave it…ah!
>There it is.
>Picking up your pre-owned brainwashing accessory, you hold it up in front of Cozy's face.
"Look, Cozy…"
>Twisting your right hand back and forth, you show off the collar to your soon-to-be-slave.
"…this is what I'll be using to make you mine."
>Her dreamily contented expression steadily shifts to your held tool.
>"A-ah…"
>Her smile suddenly drops, her ears flatten, and her breathing hastens.
>"N-nn…! Nn…!" she winces in clear discomfort as she stares at your collar with wide-eyed terror.
>Wait, what?
"Huh?"
>Tentatively moving the collar closer to her neck, you pose her a curious question:
"You…you don't want this?"
>"Nn…! Nn…!"
>She clamps her eyes shut, frantically shakes her head, and faces off to the side with a clenched frown.
>Despite her clear fear, however, she refuses to let go of you, instead clinging to you even tighter.
>"Nn…! N-nn…!"
"Ah…"
>Well, shit.
>Her brain might have turned to mush, but there's still a part of her that dreads the idea of being collared.
>This certainly puts a wrinkle in matters.
>After all, it's just as she said earlier: she needs to be fully relaxed—or at least in a consenting state—in order for her mind to accept the collar's controlling magic.
>This mare is many things right now—but "relaxed" is not one of them.
>You're gonna have to try a different approach if you want to get her ready and willing.

"Hey…hey…Cozy…it's okay…" you coo to her.
>You gently set your collar down by your right.
"The collar's gone now…see?"
>"N-nn…?"
>She warily opens her eyes, turning to face you once more.
"Look…"
>You tap the collar for emphasis, drawing her gaze down to where you've set it on the duvet.
>Her breath hitches upon sighting it.
"…it's down there now. It's not gonna hurt you."
>You slowly lift up your empty right hand from where the collar is, and her similarly empty eyes cagily follow your every measured movement.
"Just focus on me, alright?"
>Bringing in your open palm towards her left cheek, you carefully cup it.
>"A-ah…" she shakily sighs out, left ear flicking.
"I'm here for you. Nonny's here for you."
>"Nn…"
>Relaxedly lidding her eyes, she leans into your touch.
>"Nonny…"
>She nuzzles her cheek into your palm, calmly breathing in and out through flexing nostrils.
"Yeah…that's right."
>"Mm…"
>Truth be told, you'd much prefer for her to call you "Master" over "Nonny."
>However, given these…unique circumstances, it's best that you go with the flow to appease your infantilised ex-partner.
>Between being forced to eat out Luster's swamp ass or being "granted" the mental capacity of an overwhelmed toddler—you're not sure which punishment has debased the name of Cozy Glow worse.
>Poor mare's been through a lot today.
>…Wait, did you seriously just consider your traitorous ex-partner a "poor mare?"
>Man, you're still getting used to this whole "feeling sorry for Cozy" thing.
>That being said, it's all thanks to her and her collars that you've managed to make it this far.
>In a way, you owe her for your success.
>Perhaps it's time you finally let her know that.
>If not for your own conscience—then to at least further soothe her woes.
"Hey, Cozy…"
>Staring deep into her scarlet pools, you caress her back with your left hand and support her face with your right.
"…you've been a great help to me, you know?"
>Mouth hanging agape like usual, she placidly listens to your words while resting the left side of her head against your right palm.
>"Mm…"
"Despite everything that's happened between us, I'd be a complete and utter fool to ignore how crucial your efforts have been in my victory."
>Casting her an appreciative smile, you continue:
"You gave me everything I needed to secure my reign—"
>Slowly stroking her back up and down using your left hand, you thoughtfully list off your partner's pivotal contributions:
"—the mares, the tools, the motivation."
>You rest your left hand on her withers and give it an affectionate rub.
"You've been with me every step of the way, supporting me from the sidelines…"
>Straightening your back, you move a bit closer to her body while also slightly looking down upon her face.
>She attentively angles her head upwards so she can look at you.
"…and promoting this pawn into a King."
>"Nonny…" she breathes out.

>Calmly blinking and comfortably breathing, Cozy closes her mouth a little, narrowing the status of her piehole from "agape maw" to "parted lips."
>With this placated pegasus cozily embraced within your arms, you take the time to gaze upon her fond features:
>Her scarlet eyes are empty pools, displaying no complex thoughts within—yet peacefully observing you all the same.
>Her baby-blue mane is a totally unkempt mess, having gone through more than its fair share of punishments—some stankier than others.
>Her nostrils, by contrast, contentedly flex in and out, sedately breathing in the air between her and her Nonny—and perhaps daring you to come a little closer.
>Maybe you will.
"I offer you my sincerest and most humble thanks, Cozy Glow."
>You slip your right hand behind her head and mindfully run your fingers through her mane.
"I couldn't have done it without you."
>Holding her close, you lean in towards her and rest the tip of your nose against her snout.
"And I really couldn't have asked for a better partner."
>"Hah…" she quietly sighs. "Nonny…"
>The two of you close your eyes, and you silently share breath with one another.
>You take in her natural scent: her utmost sweetness—tinged with a hint of cinnamony spice.
>And then…well…
>You take in everything else.
>Your nose reflexively wrinkles, because truth be told—she smells God awful.
>Flurry may have washed Cozy's mouth earlier, but this pegasus's snout still has many, *many* stinky stories to tell.
>Put plainly, Cozy's face stinks like sweat, feet, cum, and ass.
>It is a cantankerously cacodorous combination.
>But you shall endure.
>For this is your message to this mare—to the pegasus who loaned you soaring wings.
>Despite her traitorous past, her sullied visage, her fractured mind…
>You accept all of it.
>You accept all of her.
>Opening your eyes, you gently pull away from your partner.
>She wordlessly opens her own eyes, looking back at you with those same empty pools.
>You have no idea what's going on in that head of hers—or if there's even anything left at all.
>However, while you may not ever come to fully understand the pink pegasus known as Cozy Glow—you still care for her.
>And she is still your partner.
>Thus, you posit to her as such:
"Become my mare, Cozy. Stand by my side as I take this land for myself."
>You tenderly stroke through her mussed mane and flash her a smile.
"For us."
>She exhales through parted lips.
>"Nonny…"
>Wiggling her hips from side to side, she shuffles closer to you, sliding up along your lap.
>Closer and closer she comes, until—
>"A-ah…"
>—she bumps up against something.
>Or rather, the two of you bump up against each other.
>You and Cozy both look down your bodies, seeing—and feeling—your throbbing tip resting against her pulsing pearl.
>They're saying hello to each other, it seems.

>Cozy lets out a snort through fully flared nostrils:
>"Hffff…Nonny…"
>You feel her hoofgrip on your shoulders tighten.
>She looks up at you, expression inscrutable.
>Her eyes are empty, while her lips lay neutrally parted.
>And yet, somehow, you still have a pretty good idea as to what she desires most right now.
>You suppose her hastened rate of heated breathing is helping quite heavily in that regard.
>Although, truth be told, you're not sure you should be giving it to her while she's in this mentally deficient state.
>But perhaps you're the wrong person to bear moral compunctions against such bawdy acts, considering you've already thoroughly brainwashed two mares into slavish obedience—one of which you made behave like a pig throughout.
>"Mmn…Nonny…"
>Eh, Cozy's the one instigating things—so it's fine, probably.
>Using your shoulders as leverage, your partner carefully pulls herself up along your body, soon positioning her sweltering vent right above your rock-hard rod.
>You feel her hindlegs wrap themselves behind your waist, pre-emptively leg-locking you before penetration's even begun.
>Even with her cognitive capabilities at an all-time low—this mare knows exactly what she wants and where she wants it.
>As her hips hover above yours, she looks to you with those same empty pools.
>It's now or never, you suppose—and you have no intention of stopping now.
"Go on, Cozy…" you breathe out.
>"Mm…"
>She steadily lowers herself down onto your mast, maintaining eye contact with you all the while.
>Your exploratory organ gently parts those pink petals, thus voyaging into lands unknown to you.
>Hell, if Luster's bluster back there held any weight, perhaps these lands have been unknown to all.
>"Mmn…mm…"
>Cozy's tunnel is grippingly tight, yet incredibly well-lubricated—welcoming you in with both warmth and need.
>However, this easy entrance belies an almost-impossible exit; you suspect that it'll take *much* in way of convincing for her muscly canal to let you go—several white loads worth.
>Thus, she slowly takes more of your meat inside her fluttering walls, becoming closer and closer to her beloved Nonny.
>But soon enough, you can feel your rod prod at something.
>It's a barrier; frail, tender, and virtuous.
"Hah…"
>"Mmg…"
>Well, what do you know; your Sow's intuition of innocence turned out to be a home run.
>For one reason or another, it seems that all three of your mares have had little in the way of luck when it comes to the unfairer sex.
>You're definitely not gonna judge, though—you've just hit the purity jackpot.

>Peering deep into your eyes and taking a deep breath, Cozy cautiously pushes her maidenly barrier against your manly battering ram.
>"N-nn…" she quietly winces as her pulpy purity is stretched to its very limit.
>You stroke her back and caress her nape while she gradually applies more and more penetrative force upon her seal…
>Until it breaks.
>"A-ah—!" she sharply gasps, eyes wincing shut.
>With her hymen pierced, she promptly buries half of your length inside of her depths before suddenly seizing up, shuddering in red pain.
>Her whole body clamps around you—both inside and outside—squeezing the air right out of you.
"H-hah…!"
>"M-mn…!"
>Seeing Cozy cling to you like this elicits a solicitous response from within you.
>She needs you.
"There, there, Cozy." you coo, continuing to caress her body from behind. "It'll be okay. I'm here for you."
>"Mm…"
>Breathing out a shaky sigh, she leans in and rest her chin atop your left shoulder, sliding her right forehoof down along your arm as she does.
>From there, you are able to feel her shudders steadily soften into shivers.
>Her hoofgrip on you lightens just a little bit, and her inner walls switch from a crush grip to a needy squeeze.
>And yet, despite her hold on you relaxing, you catch sight of her wings carefully unfurling; they soon wrap under your shoulders and behind your back.
>Her left wing hangs just above your waist, while her right wing clings to your upper back.
>With all of her limbs out and around your human form, Cozy has your body locked in a six-limb embrace.
>There really is no escaping her now.
>You give your partner as much time as she needs to recuperate, softly stroking her back with your left hand and rubbing her nape with your right.
>Perhaps following her own reciprocative instincts, she mirrors your actions with her wings, caressing your back with both sets of feathers.
>It feels nice—like being hugged by a soft and fluffy blanket.
>Her head, nestled between your own head and your left shoulder, subtly nuzzles her cheek against yours; she feels both warmly fuzzy and still a little slimy.
>Her toned torso is currently pressed against yours, allowing you to feel both her rock-hard abs and her gentle rate of breathing.
>The way your bellies push up against each other is incredibly calming, and the knowledge that you hold such a powerful pony within your arms fills you with a strange sense of pride.
>You deflowered her. You've thoroughly imprinted your Masterly presence upon both her body and her mind.
>She may not be your slave quite just yet, but this mare—this physical apex of pegasus-kind—is absolutely yours.
>Now that her maidenly pains have seemingly been placated, you address your partner:
"You feel better, Cozy?"
>"Mm-hmm…"
>Her clenching canal comfortably ripples around your rod, as if to affirm her appeasement.
>And she's perfectly positioned to take the rest of you in.

>Instead of doing so, however, she continues nuzzling your left cheek, opting for a softer expression of intimate affection.
>Her movements are as measured as her fur is fuzzy; she tenderly rubs her cheek against yours and plants her plush lips against your left earlobe.
>Parting those lips, she takes your earlobe into her mouth and tickles it with her tongue.
>Sandwiched in between her rubbery chops, you can feel the fatty flesh of your lobule be played with at your partner's leisure; she gives you a few flicks here and a few laps there, washing you with her warmly moist muscle.
>Once she's done savouring your lobe, she slowly lets go of it, plants a smooch upon it, and moves up your pinna.
>She stops herself once she reaches the halfway point of your left ear.
>Then, angling her head to the side, she warmly blows into your ear canal.
>You shiver.
>Opening her mouth, she takes a good chunk of your ear into her maw.
>Her lips close in around your auricle—
>As do her teeth.
>You freeze.
>You don't move even a single muscle.
>You simply wait with bated breath as Cozy gently runs her herbivorous chompers up and down your ear.
>She gives your tender extremity a measured nibble every so often, making sure you know exactly what she's capable of.
>The room goes dead silent.
>Your eyes focus on the curtained windows by the other end of the room, for you dare not look anywhere else.
>Your arms still hold your partner's body, though they now do little more than keep her close.
>Your belly breathes against hers, and the two of you continue to share your warmth, your passion, your heartbeat.
>…
>Cozy eventually lets go of your ear, nasally exhales against it, and pulls away.
>She positions her face right in front of yours.
>You look at her. She looks at you.
>Her scarlet pools are a haunting gate to her sanguine soul.
>And her black pupils are just as sharp as ever.
>"You're too soft."
>She regards you with a faint frown and furrowed brows.
>"You need me."
>Your lips lightly part, yet no sound comes out.
>Instead, a magical hum catches your attention.
>Your gaze shifts to something hovering by the rightmost edge of your peripheral.
>A chocolate truffle, held within a light-blue aura, is floating in the air.
>It's the last one.
>Your eyes fall back to Cozy's, and you finally find the words:
"I do."
>Removing your right hand from her nape, you carefully pinch the bottom of that levitating truffle in between a few fingers, causing the light-blue aura to dissipate.
"I do need you."
>You gingerly bring that truffle over to the space between your face and Cozy's, holding it around mouth-level.
"More than I could ever know."
>Eyes narrowing, she looks down upon the confection you've brought before her.
>Her lips steadily curl up.
>"Hmph~"

>Lowering her head and opening her mouth just enough, she gently closes her teeth around the top half of your humble truffle.
>She slowly, deliberately, chomps through your offered chocolate treat, drawing it up into her mouth.
>After that, she pulls away, leaving the bottom half of the truffle still grasped between your digits.
>Lifting her head back up to eye-level, she thoughtfully masticates on her meal.
>She is silent as she chews, maintaining lidded eye-contact with you all the while.
>You offer no noise nor movement of your own, taking the role of wordless watcher.
>Soon enough, Cozy finishes her light snack, and she gulps it down.
>"Ulp…mm…"
>Her pupils flit down to the truffle and then back to you, while her gaze glimmers with expectance.
>Following her lead, you bring the remainder of this confection up to your own face and briefly examine it:
>The goopy chocolate centre protrudes slightly upwards, ending in a little swirl.
>Parting your lips, you push the truffle into your mouth and close your teeth around it.
>Just as you're about to pull your hand away—something forces your palm up against your face.
"M-mmph—!"
>It's Cozy's right forehoof, firmly pressing itself against the back of your hand.
>Her scarlet gaze is just as firm.
>As is her tone:
>"You can't promote a pawn into a King, dummy."
>You blink at her, dumbfounded.
>But gradually, her expression softens, as does the force applied by her hoof.
>"You were always my most important piece."
>She removes her right forehoof from your face and lets her limb laxly hang on top of your left shoulder.
>You chew on both her words and your truffle.
>It tastes nice.
"Ulp…"
>Upon gulping down one, you address the other:
"I'll be needing somepony to keep my analogies in check."
>She flashes you a smirk, before trailing her eyes down along your right side.
>"Then collar me, Master…"
>Her fond gaze flits back to you.
>"…make me yours."
>You give her a silent nod.

>Retrieving your right hand from the gap between your face and hers, you feel around the area to your right, soon locating the collar.
>Picking it up, you lift it up to neck level in front of her.
>She regards it with a calm stare.
>Moving your other arm away from her back, you hold the collar's strap with both hands—one at each end.
>Bringing the collar closer, you gently loop it around her neck, and you watch as those heart-shaped crystals embedded within the black strap begin to glow crimson.
>She takes a deep breath in and out through her nostrils, shifting her scarlet sights up to yours.
>Her eyes are wavering a little, and you can feel her wing-grip around your back tighten ever so slightly.
>Further fine-tuning the collar's buckle, you soon match one end with the other and…
>*Click*
>The collar's crystals immediately turn pink, and it slowly ripples into her flesh.
>Cozy quietly gulps, pupils shaking and breath hastening.
>You return your hands to their rightful positions: rubbing her withers and caressing her nape.
>She slides her right forehoof up to your own nape and strokes you in turn.
>Neither of you need to utter a word, for your eyes and actions speak louder than anything else.
>Eventually, the collar—her collar—fully sinks into her flesh, leaving nothing behind.
>Her neck bears no scars, yet her mind has now become yours.
>After all, even though the collar was powered by her blood, it was your earnest love that helped to both shape and strengthen its influence—modifying its malleable magic from cold crimson to a warmly loyal pink.
>The two of you have always worked wonders together.
>And the two of you have always been perfect partners.
>It took you a bit longer than you would've liked to realise this immutable fact, but here you finally are, together at last—and connected as one.
>Having been freshly collared, Cozy regards you with earnest endearment.
>It's the same kind of love you've come to expect from your mares—but mixed in with her distinctive scarlet blend.
>"So," she speaks up, "what are your orders for your newest slave, Master?"
>You blink, caught off guard by her obsequious question.
"My…my orders?"
>Knitting your brows, you purse your lips.
"Hm…"
>You hum on your thoughts for a moment.
>What kind of slave do you expect Cozy Glow to be?
>Upon pondering this problem for a couple of seconds, you quickly come to a most-Masterly answer:
"That *deviously* cunning intellect of yours…"
>Trailing your right hand higher, you pet through her mane and around her scalp.
"…I order that you use it purely for my sake."
>"Mm," she hummingly responds.
"No more treacherous impulses… No more backstabbing…"
>You flash her a warmly confident smile.
"Simply become my mare, and offer yourself up to me completely."
>Flaring out her nostrils and briefly closing her eyes, she calmly breathes in and out, willingly accepting your dominion.
>Then, she nods.
>"Understood."

>Using her right forehoof, she thoughtfully rubs around the back of your head.
>"I hereby pledge to you my full undying loyalty. Never again shall I dream of betraying you for my own selfish benefit."
>She lets out a deeply contented sigh, happily breathing away the last of her mental barriers and becoming your slave for good.
>"From here on out, everything that I am…and everything that I do…"
>Opening her eyes, she casts you a warmly obedient smile.
>"…shall all be in service of you and your *glorious* reign, my beloved Master~"
>You stroke back down to her nape.
"Good girl."
>She lets out a hearty huff, slouching against your body—and in doing so, she genially takes the rest of your length inside her.
>"Mmf…"
>Her churning walls comfortably hilt you in with no resistance, having been waiting for you for a very long time.
>Honestly, you're surprised she had the self-restraint to leave half of you ungobbled for so long.
>Cozy's patience must know no bounds.
>But now that you're fully sheathed inside her, you doubt she'll ever let her precious partner go—the six limbs tightly clinging to your back are already making sure of that.
>Wholly embracing your possessive partner with both arms, you thoroughly satiate her mareish needs for solace and security.
>Your eyes lovingly gaze into hers, seeing only the most sincere endearment reflected within those scarlet pools.
>Your faces nuzzle together, sharing warm breath and smooching soft lips.
>Your limbs caress her back, just as her limbs caress yours.
>Being only one step above a deeply intimate cuddle session, the two of you take the term "slow sex" to a whole new level.
>You can feel her hips subtly wiggle against yours, but other than that—your raunchy movements are kept to the bare minimum.
>After all, with her lower lips kissing upon your base, there's not much need for either of you to move; her tight, muscular walls do *more* than enough work when it comes stimulating you both.
>It's like having your dick perfectly wedged inside of the perfect fleshlight that's on the perfect setting.
>Simply put: perfect.
>"I'm close," Cozy suddenly states.
"Right…"
>Her hotly clamping depths corroborate her carnal claims.
"Take your time."
>"Mm…"
>Gently pulling away from your face, she addresses you with pensive lips and a floppy ear:
>"Master, I…may I make a request?"
>You nod.
"Of course. What is it?"
>"I…I want you to…"
>Her eyes flit down to your neck, then back to your face.
>"I want you to mark me like you did the others."
"The others…?"
>You ponder her petition for a brief second.
>But considering both the movement of her eyes and her mention of "the others," you feel confident enough to hazard a guess:
"Your neck?"
>She silently nods.

>You happen to have quite the toothy habit of "marking" your mare's necks in the heat of the moment…and a few times afterwards.
>They've never raised any complaints towards your acts of passionate predation—and you certainly have no intention of cutting back.
>But this is the first time that you've been formally propositioned to get a little nibbly.
>Looking back, this delectable desire of hers doesn't surprise you too much.
>And after everything you and her have gone through together—you'd hate to leave your partner empty-necked.
"Very well."
>Both of her ears perk up at your affirmative response.
>You continue:
"Present yourself before me."
>She nods.
>"Of course, Master."
>Tilting her head upwards, she stares up at the underside of the bed's baldachin and—more importantly—exposes her neck to your eager eyes.
>Her tender throat is…immaculately unblemished—a pink-coated canvas for your Masterly ravishment.
>Leaning forward, you plant your lips against the left side of her neck and hungrily sniff up her vulnerable scent.
>"H-hah…" she shakily gasps out.
>You can feel every pulse coming from her throat—every gulp.
>This pegasus once had you completely at her mercy; she callously led you on at her own whimsical leisure.
>But now, she is yours—her *neck* is yours.
>You make it so with a bite.
>She shudderingly screams in submissive delight:
>"A-AAA~AAAH!"
>Her whole body clamps down on you while you claim what is yours and chew on your victory.
>Whinnying out loud, she squirts, gushes and squashes all over your throbbing member, staining you in her distinctively cinnamon-scented way.
>Alas, your Kingly stamina ensures you have little to give her in return at the moment; the only thing you can do is take, take, and take some more—and so you thoroughly sate yourself with her nubile neckflesh.
>Your canines carefully dig into her skin, giving her a mark that her body won't soon forget.
>With this light bite, you lovingly brand this pegasus as *your* prey—and your prey alone.
>It is your predatorial pledge to her—a perpetual promise to both defend her dreams and savour her flavour.
>Your Master instincts are utterly emboldened by the sweet scent of a mare who has completely capitulated herself to you.
>Thus, even as her body floods your lower half with her mareish slush, and even as her muscly thighs powerfully squeeze around your own…
>You keep your teeth trained on her neck, and your mind focused on your mare.
>She is your loyal prey, while you are her protective predator.
>You continue to fondly masticate on her malleable flesh until her throaty moans turn to quiet mewls and her squashy squeezes turn to squirty suckles.
>It is only once your beloved prey is fully tired out do you begin your lavish aftercare.
>Taking your teeth off of her throat, you affectionately lap at her pointed bite mark.
>You don't taste blood, but you *do* taste obedience.
>That's good enough for you.

>Pulling away from her nibbled neck, you address your pecked partner:
"It is done."
>"Hah…! Hah…! Hah…!"
>Breathing heavily and heartily, she stares up at the crystal canopy for a little longer.
>With Cozy's attention still set skyward, you take the time to visually savour your dominant delectations:
>The hot hickey you've left upon her neck is blisteringly red—easily seen even through the pinkness of her coat.
>It is beautiful—and is yours.
>You have given her the mark of your herd.
>"Haaah…"
>With her head still held high, Cozy uses her right forehoof to rub around her freshly bitten neck.
>Quickly locating her Masterly mark, she gives your "gift" a few thoughtful strokes—and you soon see her lips steadily curl upwards.
>Lowering her head, she looks to you, scarlet eyes welling with wholehearted warmth.
>Her smile is one of submissive satiation.
>You smile back, satisfied with her sweet taste.
"You can consider that your official introduction to the herd."
>Her lips further curl upwards.
>"Hmph~" she pridefully huffs. "Perfect~"
>Resting both forehooves on your shoulders once more, she peers down at the squashy place where your bodies meet.
>"Golly…" she breathes out. "Just look at the mess I've made…"
>You lightly chuckle, keeping your eyes straight forward.
"I don't need to look. I can already feel it."
>Indeed, your groin is absolutely gooped up right now.
>Cozy's gaze flits up to meet yours, and she flashes you a playful half-smirk.
>"Oh you~"
>She leans in and cheerfully nuzzles you for a few seconds, giggling all the while.
>It's cute—really cute—but while her fuzzy muzzle brushes up against your tender nose, you find yourself being slapped in the face by a sober realisation:
>After all the deception, betrayal, and humiliation that's gone on between you two, this is the first time you and Cozy have ever had the chance to be genuinely affectionate with each other.
>No manipulative mind games. No ulterior motives. No vindictive vendettas.
>Just two partners nakedly canoodling one another face to face.
>Sure, she might be your slave, but she is still your mare—and she is still a beloved member of your herd.
>Closing her eyes and readjusting her hoofgrip on your shoulders, Cozy arches her spine forwards, pushing her toned barrel up against your torso.
>You can feel her highly defined abdominal muscles grind against your body; they're rigidly ribbed, yet also pulse with protective warmth.
>Her powerful pectorals instil you with a strange sense of sinewy security—like the two of you are safest while you're linked together like this.
>You might have marked this mare as a potential meal earlier, but this prey animal is letting her beloved predator know that she's more than capable of defending him when needed.
>She is your prey, but you are *her* predator, and if anyone is foolish enough to get between you two—then there'll be hell to pay.

>"Mm…mm…mm~"
>Stretching her body into yours, she hums with throaty contentment as she relishes the sensation of your bare bellies rubbing against each other.
>Her strong thighs softly squeeze and unsqueeze around your own, giving you a robust reminder of her potent presence.
>Her widely flared nostrils triumphantly breathe in and out, savouring the airspace between bonded partners.
>Her muscly walls calmly churn around your clamped cock, tentatively teasing and testing your titillations.
>"…Ah."
>Opening her eyes, she suddenly tightens around you, forcing a light gasp from your lips.
>She then straightens her back and placidly gazes at you.
>"You still haven't finished, right?"
>Gulping down your gasp, you nod.
"Y-yeah…"
>You puff out a sigh, slowly accommodating to the supreme snugness of her snatch.
"I swear, you ponies must have a sixth sense for this kind of thing."
>She huskily giggles at your remark.
>Those surprisingly low tones of hers send shivers running up your spine.
>They're good shivers, though—because this who she truly is.
>After all, there's no longer reason for her to hide behind a sugary facade any more.
>She can be herself without restraint.
>"A mare has to know these things, Master."
>Slipping her right forehoof up your neck and behind your nape, she lids her eyes.
>"And just so you know…"
>Leaning in, she gently presses her snout against your nose.
>"…I have no intention of leaving a job half-finished, even as your slave."
>She thoughtfully caresses your nape.
>Using your right hand, you tenderly rub her nape in turn.
"The feeling is mutual, of course."
>"Mhm…"
>She closes her eyes, as do you.
>Your lips soon meet, and your tongues soon intertwine.
>This moist muscly hug is one that lasts several supple seconds, with the soft slurps up above only being complemented by the squeezy squelches down below.
>These sloppy sounds are saucily sincere, forming a sensual symphony between candid partners.
>"Mmph…mmph…mmph~"
>And once your tongues detach from the other, the two of you slowly explore one another's mouths.
>You lap at her gums, while she teases your canines.
>She freely moans into your mouth, while you freely moan into hers.
>And every once in a while, your tongue rejoins with hers to share what they've learned.
>Here, in the homey dynamic between Master and slave, predator and prey, partner and partner—you and Cozy can comfortably enjoy each other's bodies at a peacefully passionate pace.

>Your mouths make music together, but it is your genitals that turn it into a score.
>Cozy continues to keep you firmly hilted inside her cushy depths, refusing to let even an inch of you go free.
>Her strong hips softly squeeze and gently rock atop yours, while her slushy hole grips you with fierce resolve.
>Her mareish canal washes you with heat and massages you with love, ensuring you stay well lubricated and rock hard for your prey's plush pussy.
>Her flexible cervix snuggles right up against your leaking tip, guaranteeing you a clear shot into her waiting womb at all times.
>Your pulsing penis is the perfect fit for her fluttering fuckhole, proving once again that mares really are the most ideal mates for human men.
>Personally, you're quite fond of the pink ones.
>As your bodies serenely squish and strokingly squeeze against each other in this act of lovey-dovey tantric sex, you can feel your roiling balls churn up a virile storm for your fresh slave.
>Cozy carefully pulls away from your kiss, yet keeps her nose touching yours.
>The two of you open your eyes, and she shakily breathes against your lips:
>"Gonna…again…"
>You breathe back:
"Me too…"
>Her lips steadily curl upwards.
>"Mmph…good~"
>Closing her eyes in contentment, she leans forward and cordially rests her forehead against yours.
>To think, this mighty cranium of hers nearly concussed a poor pig not too long ago.
>But now, she uses it to express her headstrong affection towards you.
>It's a promise from prey to predator, a pledge to ensure that the two of you shall always be of one mind and one goal.
>Equestria will be yours, and this pegasus shall devote every ounce of her being towards helping you claim it.
>"Hah…" she softly sighs against your lips.
>She embraces her new role in life as readily as she embraces you.
>With all six of her limbs clinging to your bare body—plus her comfy cockpocket churning up your Masterly mast—the two of you peaceably ride up to your shared peak together.
>"M-mm…" she shudderingly hums, tightening up around you.
>Your own hands do as they always do: leftie stroking her withers and rightie rubbing her nape.
>She coos in quiet approval, feeling both safe and secure in her beloved Master's arms.
>Her walls perfectly conform to your length, while her hungry cervix eagerly parts for her partner's passage.
>"H-hah…" she shakily gasps out. "A-ah…!"
>The floodgates suddenly swing themselves wide open—and so too does the flagged ship set sail.

>You fire round after round of white-hot human spunk straight through her marely cervix, directly hosing down her fertile garden with your virile swimmers.
>Cozy readily and repeatedly whickers against your mouth as she steamily splashes your lower half with a second helping of her stinky squash—squeezing you tightly all the while.
>She happily submits to her basest of bestial instincts and becomes your neighing, snorting broodmare, gladly offering her equine womb as a fecund canvas for humanity's future.
>Her souping walls fleshily pump your pulsing penis with the fervour of a jackhammer, thoroughly making sure that you drain every last potent drop of your balls within her deepest and most precious place.
>It is a place reserved only for her partner, for it is where you and her will sire the makings of your shared lineage together—the winged beginnings of your grand empire.
>You may have claimed her on this day, but she has also claimed you in turn, securing you as her loving King who will support her at her worst and pamper her at her best.
>The two of you completely and implicitly accept one another, removing any further need for dirty little secrets and giving your partner a safe place to heartily express her darkest desires.
>With her tenebrous soul finally settled, she earnestly offers everything up to you: her heavy burdens, her pointed fears, her unbreakable trust—and, of course, her fertile womb.
>Thus, you willingly become hers, just as she has willingly become yours.
>"Hff…hff…"
>Forehead still resting against yours, she makes a deep inhale.
>"…hffff~"
>And she warmly exhales against your face, making crystal clear her breathy contentment towards the state of your continued partnership.
>As the two of come down from your shared high together, she thoughtfully caresses your back and happily whickers into your lips.
>She's whickering because she wants to, because she feels wholly comfortable in acting like a mere mare around her human partner.
>These whickers come from the heart.

>Cozy stays connected to you, keeping her humanely marinated womb firmly plugged and fully filled up with your baby batter.
>Ever affectionate, her inner walls continue to gently massage your depleted meat; these muscly ministrations are not done to goad you, however, but rather to appreciate you—to make your spent self feel right at home within your partner's snug snatch.
>She slowly and partially opens her scarlet eyes, soon regarding your own eyes with honest warmth.
>Neither of you utter a word, choosing instead to simply enjoy this rather cosy afterglow between man and mare.
>Her toned belly rises and falls with yours, reminding you of both her outer strength and her inner softness.
>Her flexing nostrils calmly take in your scent, reminding her of your Masterly presence.
>Her lovingly lidded gaze has an almost-magnetic allure to it; even as the bed's weight shifts around you, it's hard to take your eyes off hers.
>Eventually, though, you decide to take the time to praise your partner's prolificity in a most impressive way.
>Slipping your left hand down and around her body, you slip your digits into the gap between your pelvis and hers.
>Then, using your thumb, you carefully rub and fondly scritch at the area where her stuffed womb lies.
>"Hff…"
>Her eyes dreamily flicker in response to your teasy touch.
>Tilting her head back, she steamily snorts up into the air, feeling an immense sense of mareish pride at having her hard-working foal factory caressed by her beloved human husband.
>Cozy is, and always will be, a villainous little schemer—but she's still a mare at the end of the day.
>She has a mare's needs, and a mare's heart.
>And when she's alone with her precious partner, well…
>It's only natural that she'd earnestly wish to bear something of a more physical nature with him.
>You speak up, addressing your newest herdmate with a confidently husky tone:
"We've just sown the first seeds of our everlasting dynasty together."
>After huffing up into the air, Cozy lets her gaze fall back down to meet yours.
>"Hm-hm~" she titters. "We have~"
>Repositioning her upper limbs, she loops her right forehoof behind your neck and rests her left forehoof against your right cheek.
>"And what a dynasty it will be~"
>She sensually strokes your cheek.
>"Me and you~"
>"And me!"

>Cozy's brows reflexively knit.
>You and your partner then turn to your left, seeing a smiling pink alicorn sitting by your side.
>"We're part of your everlasting dynasty too, right, Master?" said alicorn asks.
>Cozy's brows knit even more, consternation clear as day.
>Lightly chuckling, you move your left hand away from Cozy's pelvis and use your free digits to scritch under your Soulmate's chin.
"Of course you are, my Queen."
>Flurry cheerily titters in response.
>Cozy, on the other hand, is less than pleased.
>"Hmph…"
>Narrowing her eyes, Cozy warily turns her head over to your right.
>Unfortunately for her, there's another pony sitting there—a unicorn.
>"Hey—"
>"Ugh."
>Snapping her head forward and towards you, Cozy promptly shuts her eyes.
>Said unicorn sees this reaction and flashes you an awkward grin.
>You cast her a cordial smile and pet through her mane with your right hand.
>Tightening her hoofgrip on you, Cozy deeply sighs against your lips, clearly wishing to be anywhere with you but here.
>Over to your left, you hear Flurry airily giggle.
>"Now, now, Glowie; you can't keep giving us the cold shoulder forever."
>Scooching closer to you, Flurry wraps both of her wings around you and Cozy, enveloping you in a feathery three-way hug.
>And with the two of you encased in a downy cocoon, you once again wrap your own arms around Cozy's body, reminding her that she's yours.
>"We're a herd now," Flurry continues, "which means that all four of us are going to become closer than ever before."
>Flurry leans in towards the side of Cozy's neck.
>"We have to learn to trust each other."
>Coincidentally, it's also the side of her neck that bears your blistering bite mark upon it.
>"We have to learn to care for each other~"
>Leaning in, Flurry gently blows on Cozy's warm hickey.
>Cozy subtly shivers and lightly hisses through grit teeth.
>"N-no…" she weakly moans. "D-don't touch it…"
>Briefly pulling away from her bestie's neck, Flurry looks up at Cozy and casts her a genial smile.
>"Don't you worry, Glowie. I would never dream of taking this away from you."
>Flurry's eyes drift back down to Cozy's glowing love bite.
>"After all, this is Master's mark. This is what brands you as his beloved mare…"
>Leaning in once more, Flurry plants her plush lips right on Cozy's reddish blemish.
>"…and my trusted herd sister~"
>*Mwah~*
>"A-ah…" Cozy lightly gasps out, eyes clenching further.
>Flurry switches from a soft kiss to a tender nuzzle, ensuring that Cozy understands the full force of your Queen's unconditional affection.
>Cozy can do little but quietly whimper in response, being both totally unable to break free and wholly unwilling to let go.

>You must admit, you do quite like seeing this vulnerable side of your partner come out; it's cute.
>It makes you want to both protect and caress her.
>And so you do; you fondly stroke at Cozy's withers while Flurry lovingly nuzzles the left side of her neck.
>Cozy lets out a shaky sigh, conflicted beyond belief.
>In the midst of this three-way snuggle, another smiling snout joins the fray.
>"Suppose that makes you *my* trusted herd sister too, eheh~"
>Luster plants her pliant lips against the unbitten side of Cozy's neck.
>*Mwah~*
>Another kiss, and another mark of honest approval upon your partner's sensitive flesh.
>With that second smooch, Your Queen and your Sow have both made their positions piquantly clear:
>Cozy Glow is more than welcome in your herd.
>Thus, Flurry and Luster move up to rub their snouts against Cozy's cheeks.
>Both horned mares happily giggle to their new herdmate, while Cozy quivers in emotional discomfort.
>"U-uugh…" Cozy wimpily groans. "Stop it…"
>"Nope~!" Flurry cheerily replies. "You're getting nuzzled~!"
>"Heh, that's right~" Luster blithely responds. "There's no escaping our snouts~"
>"Nng…"
>As this herd's "stallion," you decide to offer some intimate input of your own.
>Rubbing at her nape with your right hand, you lean in and plant a passionate peck on your partner's lips.
>*Mwah~*
>"A-ah…"
>With great hesitation, she opens her scarlet eyes to embarrassed slits, partly peeking at your smiling face.
"You're one of us now, Cozy."
>You give her nape another soft stroke.
"And that means all three of us will be here to support you, no matter what happens."
>"Mm-hmm!" Flurry adds. "One of us, Glowie! One of us!"
>"Doesn't matter what you did in the past, Cozy," Luster also adds. "We're a team now—and teams stick together."
>"M-mmnh…"

>Overcome with mareish appreciation from multiple angles, Cozy closes her eyes and sniffles.
>And in shutting herself out from the world, she squeezes out some salty liquid from the space between her eyelids.
>It trails down her face, staining her cheeks with emotion.
>Luster is first to notice this curious phenomenon, pulling away from Cozy's left cheek with an arched eyebrow.
>"Whoa, Cozy… Are you…are you crying?"
>Cozy sniffles some more.
>"N-no…" she whimpers.
>"It's only natural for Glowie to feel this way," Flurry chimes in. "She's finally found a place where she can truly belong."
>Pulling away from Cozy's right cheek, Flurry casts her bestie an understanding smile.
>"So go ahead, Glowie. Feel free to cry as much as you want. We won't judge."
>Cozy opens her reddened eyes to shoot Flurry a vexed glare.
>"I-I said I'm not crying!"
>Flurry merely maintains her smile.
>Luster chuckles.
>"Gee, guess even being our herd sister doesn't stop you from telling porkies, huh~?"
>Cozy wrinkles her nose at the raspy sound of Luster's voice, yet refuses to face her.
>"But hey," Luster continues, "why don't we have *Master* ask you whether you're crying or not?"
>Turning her head, Luster flashes you a wry grin.
>"Now that you're his slave—there's no way you can lie to him~"
>Cozy's eyes shoot open.
>"Wha—"
>Cozy jerks her head over to Luster, then over to you.
>"Please don't ask me that, Master."
>You chuckle, running your fingers through her mane.
"Don't worry, I won't."
>Mares do so love to keep their secrets, after all.

>Cozy heartily sighs in relief, blinking away her shy tears and leaving her eyes lovingly lidded.
>She then snuggles a little closer to you, pressing her toned body against yours and resting her snout against your nose.
>"Mm…mm…"
>She gives you a slow, sniffly nuzzle, courting both your breath and your scent.
>You reciprocate without restraint, matching her inhalations with your exhalations and nuzzling back.
>"Mm~"
>She closes her eyes, content to lose herself in your soothing smell.
>While it might seem strange at first glance, there's a very good reason for this sudden spurt of sensual affection:
>She's getting in the mood again.
>The two of you have been intimately connected all this time, so it's only natural that your partnered parts would follow their biological impulses.
>Surrounded by her herd sisters and deeply connected to her Master, her mareish instincts are telling her that it's okay to settle down and start making some more babies.
>Cozy might put up a guarded front around her besties, but her body can't lie.
>And so, you can feel her inner walls begin to massage your meat once more, gently coaxing you back to full hardness.
>A mare's slushily undulating canal never fails to get you going; however, as it stands now—you worry that you may end up shooting pitiful blanks into her hungry womb.
>You need a refill, stat—and thankfully, a certain Soulmate may as well as be reading your mind with how quickly she gets on the case.
>A warm magical aura soon envelops your balls, supercharging you for one more round in the sack.
>Your nuts vibrate with new life, producing leagues upon leagues of roiling swimmers at an unprecedented pace.
>And soon enough, you go from an empty tank to two full kegs that are fit to burst.
>"There," Flurry states, magic dissipating. "All done~"
>Yeah, you're definitely ready to cum inside Cozy Glow.
>Still sharing breath with your partner, your response to your Soulmate is a quiet yet appreciative:
"M-mm…"
>Flurry lets out a titter, catching your sentiment loud and clear.
>You and Cozy hitch your breaths at the exact same time, bodies totally synchronising up with one another.
>Her body recognises yours, and your body recognises hers.
>She instinctually understands that timing her churning climax with your eruptive peak will foster a stronger emotional connection between you both, ensuring that her eggs get properly fertilised by the one she loves.
>When it comes to the wonders of pastel pony physiology, it's as simple as that, really.

>On the outside, you can feel the gentle rocking of her hips, the calm respirations of her tummy, the loving rubs of her limbs, and the tender nuzzles of her nose.
>In the inside, you can feel her snug snatch leisurely ripple around your throbbing rod as she calmly rides you up to the finish line.
>Despite your overripe fruit, neither of you are in any particular rush to finish things off.
>Cozy feels completely at ease while in the comforting presence of her herd.
>Thus, this slow, nose-to-nose tantric sex is just ideal for her.
>It's a chance for her to finally relax and simply enjoy being with her Master.
>As for those pesky mental barriers she put up to distance herself from others—they're all steadily slipping away.
>Because she has no need of them any more.
>She's found a place where she can truly be herself.
>A home within a herd.
>Her herd sisters gaze upon their new member with smiles both soft and sly.
>They each inch ever closer towards their treasured initiate, soon positioning their lips by both of her ears.
>"Glooowiiieee~" Flurry whispers into Cozy's right ear.
>"Heh~" Luster lightly chuckles into the other.
>Cozy tenses up a bit upon realising how close her herd sisters are, but soon lets herself relax so she can continue quietly enjoying you.
>Flurry and Luster aren't finished quite just yet, though.
>"Hey, Glowie…"
>Flurry's smile widens.
>"…get pregnant~"
>"Yeah~" Luster adds with a toothy grin. "Get pregnant with Master's kids~"
>Cozy lets out a hitched gasp:
>"A-ah…!"
>She leaves her lips parted but her eyes closed.
>Your partner's vulnerable reaction coaxes out giggles and chuckles aplenty from your two bystanders.
>Of course, it isn't over till the fit pony cums, and so Cozy's herd sisters heartily resume their fruitful encouragement:
>"Get pregnant~" Flurry sweetly chants, "get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~"
>"Get pregnant~" Luster raspily chants, "get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~"
>"H-hah…!
>Cozy's breathing hastens, and her muscly marehole moistly massages your Masterly mast with greater fervour.
>She's raring to race towards the finish line with you in tow.
>"Get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~"
>"Get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~ get pregnant~"
>"N-nn…!"
>Her twitching thighs tighten around your own, and her powerful pussy churns up your pulsing penis like you're directly plugged in to a milking machine.
>She's about to hit her high—and so are you.
>"Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~!"
>"Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~! Get pregnant~!"
>"O-oh~!"
>Her whole body suddenly clamps down around you as you fire off your second helping of human seed.

>Nose to nose with your partner, you blast thick ropes of virile gunk straight into her half-filled foal factory.
>She heartily accepts everything you have to give her, basking in the deep sense of mareish contentment that comes with having her fertile baby maker be put to work by her alien stallion.
>The two of you freely gasp and moan against each other's lips as you ride out your shared orgasm together.
>Her squashing snatch douses your groin with her distinctively smelly scent, further marking her Master as her mate.
>Her nuzzling muzzle continues to rub against your face, sniffling and snuffling the masculine aroma of her big strong predator.
>Her mareish tunnel has already perfectly moulded itself to the unique shape of your alien meat, never forgetting the one who claimed her virtue and stole her heart.
>Letting her equine instincts take hold once more, Cozy warmly whickers against your lips.
>You breathily coo right back.
>Not wishing to be left out, both Flurry and Luster join in on this interspecies intimacy, adding their own whickers to the mix while tenderly nuzzling Cozy's face.
>Flurry is more than happy to make Cozy feel welcome—while Luster, oink-inclined as she is, temporarily sets aside her hoggish behaviour for the sake of the herd.
>Upon hearing the horsey sounds of her herdmates, Cozy pauses for moment, reluctant to continue her own neighing noises.
>But soon enough, she wholly overcomes those fragile reservations, whickering together with her herd sisters.
>She has already accepted her role as your perfect partner—but now, she accepts it within the solace and security of her tight-knit herd.
>Cozy isn't alone any more.

>She has you, obviously, but she also has access to two herd sisters who will readily share her burdens should she so ask.
>Her herded instincts drive her to implicitly trust these mares, for these are the mares she shall snuggle up with alongside her Master.
>Much like you, they will both support her at her worst and pamper her at her best—provided she lets them into her heart.
>Thus, she does just that; she warmly welcomes these mares into her heart, accepting everything that they are and will be to her.
>…But only so she can reap the benefits of this partnership, of course.
>Her beloved Master is the only partner she needs, and yet…it would be a waste to not take advantage of her herd sisters whenever possible.
>That's all.
>And so your three mares whicker in unison together, with each pink pony adding their own ebullient emotions into the mix:
>Flurry's whicker is melodiously merry, pleased beyond belief to see her beloved bestie and her mated Master getting along so intimately.
>Luster's whicker is sonorously snorty, heartily chuffed to be both a part of your herd and your life.
>Cozy's whicker is reservedly rhapsodic, simply singing out the contentment she feels whilst being connected to you.
>Through these wholly distinct yet perfectly complementary sounds, your mares praise their Master while solidifying their social bond, forming a herded harmony all their own.

>Soon enough, you finish draining your balls inside of your partner's well-filled womb for a second time, and you let out a satisfied sigh.
>Closing your eyes in silent recuperation, you tune in to the horsey sounds and steamy smells of your similarly satisfied herd.
>Through your accustomed senses, you are able to sniff out the soupy scents of cinnamon, mangos, hay, urine, and musk—lots and lots of mareish musk.
>It is utterly intoxicating; this potent cocktail of pony pheromones threatens to send your poor human brain completely reeling.
>Truth be told, despite their high status—your smelly, neighing mares make this royal bedchamber seem more like a barnyard stable.
>However, this is a stable you feel right at home in—for you are its cherished groom.
>These three mares live to serve you—and you love to see them happy.
>Your herdmates continue whickering together for several more resonant seconds, before finally settling down.
>They then spend a few extra moments to heavily yet heartily catch their breath; Cozy, in particular, keeps her nose nuzzled up to yours to quietly convalesce with you.
>"Eheh…eheh heh heh~" Luster chuckles, then eventually speaks up. "That was fun. We should do stuff like that more often~"
>"Hehehe~!" Flurry giggles back. "We should~!"
>Cozy remains silent, choosing instead to wordlessly share breath with you.
>"What about you, Cozy?" Luster addresses her herdmate more directly. "Think we should start organising some neigh-offs in the future~?"
>Cozy vexedly sighs at having her partner-to-partner recuperation so-rudely disturbed.
>"I think…"
>Cozy pulls away from you and glares at Luster.
>"…you should shut up and leave us be."
>Cozy pointedly boops Luster's nose with her left forehoof.
>"Master and I are *quite* busy. And we would *both* appreciate it if you stopped bothering us whenever a stray thought enters that empty head of yours."
>Luster recoils at both her herdmate's words and jabbing hoof.
>"Sheesh, talk about rude…"
>Meanwhile, you arch an eyebrow at Cozy.
"We 'both' would appreciate it?"
>Eyes widening, Cozy looks back to you.
>"Ah, that was…"
>She flashes you an sweet smile and innocently flutters her eyelids.
>"…a slip of the tongue~?"
>You narrow your eyes, unconvinced.
"Hm."
>She might have become your slave, but Cozy Glow's still gonna Cozy Glow.
>You'd best keep a close eye on this mare—else she's liable to start speaking for the two of you.

>Flurry lets out a awkward titter, and she finally unwraps her comfy wings from both you and Cozy's bodies.
>"Now, now, girls. There's no need for us to fight amongst ourselves."
>Flurry wingedly gestures to herself.
>"Now that Glowie's joined the herd, we should be celebrating!"
>She casts you a warm smile.
>"After all, with the four of us finally together—nopony in Equestria can stop us now!"
>She turns that warm smile towards Cozy.
>"Isn't that right, Glowie?"
>Cozy aloofly blinks at her bestie.
>"You're a complete idiot, Flurry."
>Flurry winces, taking great emotional damage.
>"Owie…"
>"Honestly," Cozy continues, "you might just be the stupidest pony I've ever met—and I've studied with ponies who don't even know the basics of making friends."
>"Studies which you totally flunked…" Luster idly remarks.
>Cozy shoots Luster a glare.
>"Shut up."
>Letting out a sigh, Cozy turns back to Flurry.
>"But that's exactly why you need somepony like me to look after you."
>Looping her left foreleg over your shoulder and around your back, Cozy extends out her right forehoof towards Flurry.
>"Not only that, but Master *deserves* a capable ruler by his side. Somepony he can *depend* on to steer his reign right."
>Cozy rests her hoof under Flurry's chin, partly propping it up.
>"A *proper* Alpha Mare."
>Cozy flashes Flurry a furtive smirk.
>"Wouldn't you agree, Flurry?"
>Flurry's ears flop down, caught off guard by her friend's sudden assertion.
>"U-um…"
>Using your left hand, you clasp Cozy's extended foreleg by the knee.
"Cozy," you address your partner with a stern tone, "stop gaslighting Flurry."
>Her eyes flit back to you, and her collected gaze bears only the calmest confidence.
>"I'm only looking out for you, Master—as I always have."
>You narrow your eyes in wordless disapproval.
>Even now, your partner is attempting to make power plays within the herd's hierarchy.
>You've *really* got to keep a close eye on her.

>"Master's right, though," Luster speaks up. "If you wanna mess with other ponies, fine—but you really shouldn't be trying to manipulate your own herdmates, y'know?"
>Luster looks past Cozy and over to Flurry.
>"And Flurry, don't let Cozy talk circles around you. You're the Alpha Mare of this herd—have a little self-respect for yourself."
>Cozy's face falls into a frown, and she turns her head to look at her unicorn herdmate.
>Her brows furrow.
>Her mouth opens—
>And you lightly boop her on the nose with your right index, cutting her rebuttal short.
>Her eyes and mouth both quietly close in response, while her lips slyly curl upwards.
>She's testing your patience—and enjoying every second of it.
"And no starting any petty squabbles with Luster, either."
>Flaring out her nostrils, Cozy lets out a huskily nasal titter.
>She then opens her eyes to look at you.
>"Golly, Master. You're really gonna make me work for the position of Alpha Mare, aren't you~?"
>Using her left forehoof, she gives the right side of your face a soft stroke.
>"But that's okay; I can tell it'll be worth it…"
>Lidding her gaze, she dreamily sighs against your lips.
>"You always are~"
>This mare…
>"I-I, um, I agree with you, Glowie."
>Both you and Cozy turn to face Flurry.
>With a pensive expression on her face, your Soulmate continues:
>"Master deserves somepony he can rely on at all times, so it's only right that the most capable mare amongst us co-leads his herd."
>Lips further curling upwards, Cozy gives Flurry a knowing nod.
>"Mm-hmm~" she hums with satisfaction, retrieving her hoof from Flurry's chin. "Glad to see we're on the same page, Flurry-wurry~"
>Turning back to you and closing her eyes, Cozy leans in and leisurely nuzzles your face, slowly savouring her—
>"However," Flurry continues, steely tone rising with determination, "Master has already chosen me as his Alpha Mare. His heart decreed it so."
>Opening her eyes and partly pulling away from your nose, Cozy lifts a curious eyebrow Flurry's way.
>"…Mm?"
>"Master is my Soulmate—my other half. And it's only right that I'm the one to lead this herd alongside him."
>Flurry casts you a tender smile.
>"He trusts me, and I trust him."
>She steadily leans in towards you.
>"And…and even though I might mess up sometimes, I know that my Soulmate will be there to catch me if I fall."
>Her face lingers inches away from yours, and her eyes shimmer with adoration.
>"Right?"
>Turning to face her, you warmly smile back.
"Right."
>Her lips soon meet yours, and you share a brief yet eternally passionate kiss.
>*Mwah~*
>Flurry pulls away from you, adoration tempered into lifelong loyalty.
>The two of you glance back at Cozy, who looks none too impressed by Flurry's display of steadfast leadership.
>Also, out from the right of your vision, you can see Luster wearing the smuggest smirk.

>"But Glowie," Flurry addresses her bestie, "make no mistake, our herd will definitely have need of you and your wise counsel if we want to succeed in taking Equestria."
>Flurry's smile becomes a bit more bashful.
>"And, if I'm being completely honest, I, um, think that we're all liable to end up in Tartarus without your help."
>That's certainly one way for your Queen to admit her feckless recklessness.
>Cozy lets out a huff tinged with wry pride.
>Flurry continues:
>"So, I…"
>Pulling away and straightening her back, Flurry clears her throat.
>"…I'd like to officially appoint you as our Royal Advisor, Glowie. That way, you'll still play a big part in making important decisions within the herd—and all throughout our reign, of course."
>Flurry regards her bestie with hopeful eyes.
>"How does that sound?"
>Cozy's haughty expression softens.
>"Royal Advisor…"
>She turns to you and gazes down at your chest.
>"…hm…"
>Using her right forehoof, she contemplatively trails a circle around your left pec.
>After a few seconds, she lifts up her head, takes a deep breath, and casts Flurry a calm smile.
>"Very well. I guess I can live with that."
>Flurry's ears perk up.
>"Great!" she chirps.
>In contrast to Flurry's sweet smile, Cozy casts you a sultry one.
>"After all," your newly appointed Advisor begins, "I suspect Master will be requiring a lot of one-on-one consultations in the coming days."
>Cozy sensually strokes the underside of your chin.
>"We're going to need a lot of time to…iron out our new dynasty together~"
>"Yup!" Flurry suddenly and cheerily nuzzles Cozy's cheek with her own. "That's right, our new dynasty! Me, Master, Lustie, and you~!"
>Assaulted by affection, Cozy sighs and rolls her eyes.
>"…Right."
>With a reluctant smile on her face, Cozy returns Flurry's nuzzle.

>You hear a faint chuckle come over from your right.
>"The more things change, the more they stay the same, huh?"
>Luster gives your right cheek a brief nuzzle of her own.
>"Don't worry, Master. I'll be sure to help you keep an eye on these two."
>Turning to face your ever-stout Sow, you rub her withers with your right hand.
"Thanks, Luster."
>She heartily hums at your touch.
>However, a troubling thought springs to mind, and you soon stop your strokes.
"But wait—who's gonna keep an eye on you?"
>She grins.
>"Heh, my Boar, of course~"
>"And me!" Flurry chimes in. "And Glowie, too!"
>Pulling away from Cozy's cheek, Flurry proudly addresses her herdmates.
>"We can all look after each other, because we're all stronger together!"
"Mhm." You nod in agreement. "That sounds fair."
>"Yup." Luster also nods.
>"I guess…" Cozy mumbles.
>Your Soulmate has been in a really good mood since you collared Cozy.
>You must admit, it's quite the curious change of comportment from her, considering her usual jealous streak.
>Hell, back when Flurry's only fellow herdmare was Luster, you basically had to move Heaven and Earth to get them to stand each other.
>But now that your Royal Advisor has been added to the mix, Flurry has become a lot more amiable; not just towards Cozy—but Luster as well.
>Despite your partner's duplicitous nature, it appears that Cozy's added presence is working wonders to stabilise your herd's hierarchy.
>These three mares serve to both complement and keep each other in check.
>With her competitive instincts currently split between two potential rivals, Luster is less inclined to start petty squabbles with her herdmates; instead, she recognises that the best way to earn her Boar's favour is to support him directly.
>As for Flurry herself—well, she couldn't be happier.
>Seeing you and Cozy come to a mutually intimate understanding together seems to be satisfying an intrinsic itch within your Soulmate's heart.
>Whatever this "itch" is, you're pretty sure it's *not* some depraved desire to have her Master stolen from her—otherwise, Flurry would've let Luster have her way with you ages ago.
>Instead, perhaps she's simply following her instincts as a Princess of Love—deriving deep satisfaction from connecting two partners together and getting them to wholly trust each other.
>That's your theory, anyway; your Soulmate's ecstatic heart is telling you many things, but in lieu of spoken words, all you can do is interpret her general intentions.
>One thing's for sure, though—forming a tight-knit herd with both her besties and her bonded Soulmate is a dream come true for Princess Flurry Heart.
>Sure, she had to become your slave to achieve this—but you don't think she minds that.
>In fact, you don't think any of them do.

*** 36 ***

>"So," Luster speaks up, "what's the plan now?"
>Sidling up against your right side, Luster wraps her left foreleg around your back and rests her forehoof upon your left shoulder.
>"Since the gang's all here, should we start brainstorming some plans to take the throne?"
>Laxly lifting up her right forehoof, Cozy pushes Luster's limb off your shoulder.
>"We can worry about that later."
>Turning her sultry sights over to you, Cozy subtly rocks her hips on top of yours, making sure you know *exactly* where your sword is sheathed.
>"For the time being," she huskily breathes out, "it is…mmf…absolutely *imperative* that I make up for lost time with my Master."
>"Mm-hmm!" Flurry nods in blind agreement. "Imperative!"
>Luster blinks, lifting a bemused eyebrow.
>"Impera…?"
>She swiftly shakes her head.
>"Hey, don't you think you've 'made enough time' with Master as it is?"
>Luster throws a brief glance down to your meatpole, which is currently enjoying quite the Cozy fit.
>"You're totally hogging Master's hog." Luster narrows her eyes at Cozy. "Save some for the rest of us, will ya?"
>Cozy turns up her snout and smirks.
>"What, are you jealous~?"
>Luster scoffs.
>"Well, obviously."
>She takes a deep breath, and then shuffles a bit to the right.
>"But, more 'imperatively'…"
>Cozy rolls her eyes at Luster's choice of wording.
>Luster looks between you and Cozy to address the alicorn in the room:
>"…what about you, Flurry? Don't you wanna have some fun with Master, too?"
>Flurry blinks in surprise, clearly taken off guard by being the sudden centre of attention.
>"M-me? Um…"
>"I mean," Luster continues, "both me and Cozy have already had our wombs filled up by Master."
>Slipping a forehoof in between your bodies, Luster casually pets Cozy's lower abdominal region.
>"H-hey!" Cozy yelps.
>Luster quickly moves her hoof away and continues:
>"Heck, Cozy's even been lucky enough to get a double cream-filling, and if we keep letting her pig out like this—she's well on her way to trough for thirds."
>Cozy's countenance twists in clear disgust at her herdmate's vulgar use of language.
>Luster pays this disgust no mind and addresses you:
>"I think it's only fair that our herd's Alpha Mare gets a piece of the pie too, yeah?"
>You give her a silent nod.
>Truth be told, you'd prefer to see how your mares resolve these intra-herd disputes of theirs, so you've taken to playing the role of mute meat-dildo for the time being.
>But if they need you, then you'll gladly step in.

>"How about you, Flurry?" Luster addresses her Alpha Mare. "You wanna feel connected to your Soulmate, right?"
>"W-well…"
>Flurry pensively nods.
>"I…I do. I really do…"
>Cozy's irritable expression softens somewhat.
>Flurry continues:
>"B-but…"
>Flurry takes a moment to look up and down Cozy's body.
>She notes how Cozy's forehooves idly stroke at your cheek and chest;
>How her wings wrap around your back and gently caress you;
>How her thighs squeeze and rub against yours;
>And, of course, how her greedy snatch has totally hilted your spear inside her.
>Flurry sighs with deep yearning.
>"I-I'd feel bad separating Glowie from her partner like this, so…um…"
>Luster rolls her eyes—as do you.
>"Pssh, bet if it were *me* on there," your Sow sarcastically addresses her Alpha Mare, "you'd yank me off Master without a second thought."
>Luster has a point; your Soulmate's earnest desire to see you and your partner find happiness together is beginning to sound more like a complex of some kind.
>Given her earlier opposition against your partner's power play, you know that Flurry isn't *completely* willing to fold to Cozy's tune.
>But still, it's clear that your Soulmate is gonna require some additional lessons in how to not get walked all over by her Royal Advisor.
>As for Luster herself, you'd wager that your Sow is just trying to make sure Cozy doesn't have a monopoly on Masterly meat.

>Cozy lets out a heavy sigh and addresses Flurry:
>"Don't say I don't do anything for you."
>Cozy rests both forehooves on your shoulders to steady herself.
>And with a deeply mareish huff, she slowly pulls her body up off yours.
>"N-nng…"
>Her thermal internals are way clingier than expected, so you decide to offer some assistance of your own; wrapping your hands around her midsection, you attempt to yank her off your wanker.
>"H-hah…!"
"Ph-phew…"
>Her possessively clamping walls furiously fight you every inch of the way, but eventually—and with a *lot* of joint physical effort—Cozy detaches herself from your fleshy union with a squelchy *SCHLORP.*
>Seriously, it sounds like removing a wax strip from a water bed—ludicrously liquid.
>The resultant force of prying a pegasus off your pecker sends the two of you tumbling backwards onto the bed.
>Cozy's sweatily toned body lies atop your own, while her lightly panting face hovers inches above yours.
>Her scarlet eyes regard you with an unfilled fondness.
>She leans in and plants a soft peck on your lips.
>*Chu~*
>Pulling away, she regards you with a similarly soft smile and tone:
>"Have fun with Flurry, Master."
"H-hah…" you sigh. "Thanks…"
>Folding up her wings and stepping off your body, Cozy sits on her haunches, positioning herself behind Luster.
>She then takes a moment to idly examine one of her forehooves, feigning aloofness.
>Sitting up and shuffling forward, you soon rejoin your other two mares by the bed's edge.
>Luster chuckles.
>"Gee, *mine* isn't that clingy."
>You shoot her a wry grin.
"Your ass is, though."
>"P-pfft—!"
>Luster promptly busts a gut, while Cozy nearly loses her lunch.
>"Okay, okay~" Luster cheerily responds. "Y'got me there~"

>Using your right hand, you give your Sow a few friendly ruffles through her flamey mane, eliciting a few more snorty chuckles from her.
>After that, you push yourself up off the bed and stand up on the bedside rug.
>You then turn yourself around, facing the bed itself.
>Within your peripheral, you can see all three of your mares calmly sitting on the bed—but right now, there is one among them who most demands your attention:
>Your Alpha Mare.
"Flurry."
>Kneeling down in front of her, you take up her right forehoof in your left hand and politely kiss her bare keratin.
"My Queen."
>She titters; it's a nervous titter, but they're good nerves—excited and trepidant.
>"My King~" She warmly smiles at you.
>Letting go of her hoof and standing straight up, you smile down at her.
"Shall we?"
>She nods at you, stands up, and turns to face the pillows—
"Ah, wait a moment."
>Stopping in place, she turns her head to look at you.
>"What is it, Master?"
>You twirl your right wrist about in the air.
"Roll onto your back for me."
>"Oh, okay."
>She does as you ask, going belly up, and in doing so, she gives you a sidelong view of her lying body.
>Her forelegs laxly curl up to her fluffy chest, giving her quite the demure allure.
>Her hindlegs leisurely lie along the bed, with her gaskins pointing upwards and her hocks bending downwards; the ungulate anatomy before your eyes reminds you just how horsey your Soulmate really is.
>Her exposed belly serenely rises and falls, while her light-blue eyes regard you with a placid patience.
>Even in this vulnerable state, your Queen looks absolutely majestic.
>And that's because she *is* majestic; she's a proud royal, a devoted lover, and a noble steed all in one.
>…Although, you must admit, she still has a fair bit of room to grow in that last area.
>Her slender alicorn physique marks her as being the tallest among her peers—yet she remains a far cry from that horse-sized alicorn you remember seeing in your magical dream.
>Simply put, you aren't going to be riding her into battle any time soon.
>That's okay with you, though; you have all eternity to wait for her growth spurt.
>And as for now, well…
>It just means you can be the one doing the carrying.
>Crouching down in front of the bed's edge, you slip both arms beneath your Soulmate's body and carefully lift her up—right arm around her back and left arm under her hocks.
>"H-hah—!" she gasps.
>It takes some effort—though markedly less than what you used to pull Cozy off your cock—but soon enough, you have Flurry held close to your chest in a bridal carry.
>Then again, considering the courtly status of your cargo, perhaps it'd be more apt to call it a princess carry.
>Maybe a Queen carry?
>Hm.

"How are you feeling?" you ask her.
>Her eyes and ears are currently blinking and flicking up a storm.
>"I-it's…"
>Slowly settling into your warm arms, Flurry lets out a softly contented snort.
>"I-I like."
>Letting slip a smile, you chuckle.
"'You like,' huh?"
>Countenance brimming with confidence, you nod to yourself.
"I'll take it."
>Your eyes drift towards your other two mares—which are woefully bedbound in comparison.
>Cozy is cautiously curious, while Luster is openly grinning.
>The latter speaks with a playful fan of the hoof:
>"Goes without saying that I'm jealous~"
>The former quips with a dry tone:
>"Then why'd you say it?"
>Luster blankly blinks, clearly not expecting the sudden sass.
>"E-er…"
>"Um, M-master," Flurry addresses you from within your arms, "I-I'm not too heavy for you, am I?"
>You shake your head.
"Of course not. I've…"
>—held heavier, *way* heavier.
>However, you decide against slighting a certain mare's weight in front of her peers.
>Even if said mare happens to be a total pig.
"…had experience in this sort of thing. Don't worry."
>"Oh."
>Flurry sighs out in relief:
>"Phew…"
>Leaving your other two mares behind, you carry Flurry along the right side of her heart-shaped bed, shimmying through the space between the pink mattress and the baldachin's translucent curtains.
>"One day," she speaks up, "I'll be the one carrying *you* like this, Master."
>You lightly knit your brows.
"Um, on your back, right?"
>She blinks.
>"Y-yes. Right. On my back. That's what I meant."
>An amusing mental image threatens to creep in on your mind's eye, but you reach your destination before it can fully form.
>You now stand adjacent to the bed's rightmost pillow.
>Just like the bed itself, the pillow is pink and heart-shaped—though obviously much smaller in comparison.
>You gently lay your Queen down on the bed so that the back of her head rests right in the middle of this pillow.
>"Hah…"
>When her back touches down upon that plush duvet, she lets out a breathy sigh.
>She's happy to feel her back against the finest fibres that royalty can offer, yet she also wishes to continue being held by her King.
>Truly, a conflictive wistfulness is at play here.
>Unfortunately, your arms are not built to port ponies for an extended period of time, so your Queen must content herself with her former comforts.
>What you *can* do for her, however, is crawl onto bed with her.
>So you do just that, soon positioning your body right above Flurry's.
>Your hands carefully grip the sheets by her shoulders, while your hips are perfectly aligned with hers.
>Her lidded light-blue eyes lovingly gaze into yours.
>And her forehooves—
>"Mm~"
>—firmly pull you in for a kiss.

>She's passionately forward in her approach, yet demurely receptive in your reciprocation; once she locks lips with you, she's all too happy to let her King take the lead.
>Thus, you smooch her supple snout at your leisure and plunder her moist maw at your pleasure.
>Even her long, slithery tongue—which is both far stronger and more dextrous than yours—wholly surrenders to your human lapper.
>You lick and lap at her mighty muscle, thoroughly relishing the sweet taste of your Queen's complete and total capitulation.
>She rewards your oral efforts by way of horsey breath and mouthy moans, making clear her delighted deference to your decadent delectations.
>"Mmph…hfff~"
>You savour her submission as much as you can, for it isn't often that you can deliciously dominate your Queen's palate like this.
>After all, despite technically your slave, Flurry has been known to enjoy taking the reins when it comes to tongue-to-tongue contact.
>Depending on her mood, she would correctively coil her lithe muscle around your wriggling buds, leaving you helplessly humbled to her mareish superiority.
>But other times—like now, for instance—she lets you do as you please, choosing to accept her natural mouthy place within this Master-slave relationship and offering no resistance to your lavish ravishing.
>Truth be told, there's a certain…thrill that comes with how variable your Queen's kisses can be.
>Sure, you deeply enjoy the dominion you hold over this magical mare—yet you just as much enjoy it whenever she takes the chance to remind you just how powerful she really is.
>These contrasting experiences serve to directly complement one another, granting you an even deeper appreciation of the awe-inspiring alicorn that you've been soulbound to.

>However, you also find yourself wondering what triggers this latent desire to so-utterly subjugate her own Master in such a marely manner.
>Is she following her heart? Or could she perhaps be listening to yours?
>Regarding the case of her own heart, you recall the circumstances regarding her previous acts of oral aggression.
>When the two of you were breaking in Luster together, Flurry felt threatened by a new potential rival in love; thus, she subdued your tongue and asserted her claim over your loins.
>When she brought you up to that dreamy crystal spire, Flurry was desperate to bond her heart with yours; thus, she ravaged your throat and ensured you'd be hers forevermore.
>When you, her, and Luster all got together in your Queen's dreamy simulacrum of a bedchamber, Flurry was running off a deliriously dominant high from having just become the herd's Alpha Mare; thus, she conquered your mouth, stuffed your face into her mind-meltingly musky chest tuft—and had your ass licked into mewling submission.
>You'd be the first to admit that wasn't your proudest moment.
>Here, though, your Soulmate is simply content.
>She knows that her Master is there for *her*—and that there's no longer any need for her to act territorially possessive now that she's the Alpha Mare of a stable herd.
>With her heart peaceably placated, her Queenly instincts naturally compel her to submit and defer to her human King.
>Her emotions are wholly under control, while her bonded heart is busy making sure you know exactly how comfortable she feels whenever she's with you.
>Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
>This is the heart of a Queen who has been thoroughly tamed and tempered by her King's constant and calming love.
>She is a Queen of Love, one who has pledged her full undying loyalty towards her beloved King.
>She will wholeheartedly offer you this Empire's throne—and she will happily stand by your side as you conquer the rest of this land.
>Truly, you couldn't have asked for a better Soulmate.

>After lovingly suckling on her lithe muscle for a little longer, you slowly pull away from Flurry's mouth while still keeping the tip of her taste buds sucked in between your lips.
>Thus, even once your face hovers a good few inches above hers, her slimy tongue continues to keep your mouths connected—serving as a interspecies bridge between King and Queen.
>You watch as the lathery length of her long lapper idly sways in the air between you both.
>Then, you gently lap at her tongue's tender tip, causing her eyes to hazily flicker and her nostrils to shakily snort.
>The submissive sight of a sensitive Queen does wonders to sate your Kingly appetite—and so you finally release your hold on her captured organ, letting it drop onto the lower half of her face with a subtly wet *splat.*
>She lets her tongue hang freely out of her mouth, with its tip extending a bit below her chin, as she liddedly gazes into your eyes.
>One thing's for sure, your Queen's tongue is definitely a lot longer than her cohorts'.
>Perhaps it's due to her unique alicorn biology.
>Or maybe…
>…
>You're not entirely sure.
>There's still so much you don't know about this land and its inhabitants.
>But right now, you know that your Queen feels wholly at ease around her King.
>And that's good enough for you.
"To think," you address her, taking on a more Kingly tone, "this harmonious land shall soon see its former rulers dethroned, its bounteous riches exploited, and its peaceful inhabitants completely conquered…"
>Using your right hand, you slip your digits under her extended tongue and fondly run your thumb along the end of its moist sulcus; she lightly shivers in response.
"…and it'll all be thanks to a princess who just couldn't get enough of an alien's exotic charms," you finish with a grin.

>She steadily slurps her tongue out of your fingers and back into her mouth.
>"Are you trying to guilt me, my King?"
>She asks this question with a airily coy tone, for she instinctively knows you don't mean to disparage her.
"Not quite."
>You take your right hand up to her face and caress her left cheek.
"I just wanted to hear what your honest thoughts were on the matter."
>Briefly closing her eyes, she calmly breathes in and out of her nostrils.
>"Hm…"
>Soon enough, though, she reopens her eyes, and she regards you with a thoughtful neutrality.
>"Well, if it hadn't been for you making me your slave, I most likely would've stayed the same sheltered princess I was before."
>Her sights drift to the side, and you can feel her left forehoof affectionately stroke at your nape.
>"I'd have lived my life with no other hopes or aspirations beyond my royal responsibilities. And when it'd have come time for me to naturally succeed the throne, I would've taken up the crown without a second thought, dutifully following my mother's hoofsteps in presiding over both the Crystal Empire and its radiant populace."
>After taking a moment to wispily sigh to the side—her eyes suddenly dart back to you, and a wide smile quickly adorns her face.
>"Oh! But maybe I would've found a cute extradimensional alien and made him my prince!"
>You blink at her, but you soon find yourself flashing her a sly grin.
"Is that so? Would you have enslaved him and made him your personal manservant first?"
>She giggles.
>"Definitely~! One way or another—I'd have made *extra* sure that he was a part of the royal bloodline~!"
"Ahah…" you awkwardly chuckle.
>When she puts it like *that,* she makes your union sound more like an inevitability than a chance encounter.
>Flurry might be a pompous brat and a racist royal—but you get the feeling your husbandly fate was sealed from the very moment she laid eyes upon you.
>All that changed was who dominated who.

>"It's all thanks to your influence that I'm now plotting to overthrow my own kingdom like this."
>She leans back into the pillow, gazing up at you with dreamily lidded eyes.
>"You…you've *changed* me, my King."
>She strokes your nape.
>"You've awakened something inside me—a deep hunger that can only be satisfied by my dear Soulmate."
>You stroke her cheek.
"Do you regret those changes?"
>She gently shakes her head, smile softening.
>"No, I don't."
>You can feel both of her forehooves thoughtfully caress your body.
>"Because I changed for *you,* my King."
>Left forehoof against your nape.
>"I've become a Queen most suited to your needs."
>Right forehoof against your upper back.
>"And even now, I can feel your heart warmly accepting mine."
>She closes her eyes and briefly tilts her head up.
>"It makes me feel…"
>She deeply inhales through her nostrils, then lets it out as a throatily contented sigh.
>"…natural~"
>Opening her eyes, she gazes up at you with light-blue love.
>She looks as noble as ever—though you note that her black pupils seem to be more pointed than usual.
>You sense her honest heart beating to you her utmost tranquillity.
>"I am proud to be your Queen, Master."
>You grant her a kind smile.
"And I'm proud to be your King, Flurry."
>Still caressing her left cheek with your right hand, you extend out your thumb and use it to scritch the underside of her chin.
>"Mmmm~"
>She buzzes with delight, eyes glossing over and happily flickering shut.
>"My King~"
>Overcome with Kingly affection, Flurry opens her mouth and lets her slimy tongue sloppily loll out onto the plush pillow, staining its rich fabrics with her Queenly spit.
>What a messy mare; you swear, she can be just as bad as Luster sometimes.
>You suppose you only have yourself to blame for her bad habits; she's your Queen, after all.
>Her mind might have been enthralled under Cozy's collar, but Flurry's heart has been doing its absolute damndest to adapt to your needs.
>When you wanted revenge: she atoned with her will.
>When you desired respect: she lavished you with adoration and obedience.
>When you demanded power: she offered you the throne—and the only thing she asked for in return was eternal co-ownership of your soul.
>Not a bad deal, honestly.

>There's just one other thing. A niggling feeling that you just can't shake.
>Throughout your time together as Soulmates, you've been able to sense an incredibly subtle yet ever gradual shift in Flurry's heart as it placidly beats alongside yours.
>It's so subtle that you didn't even notice it at first, but you suspect that this "gradual shift" has been there ever since your heart was linked with hers—and perhaps even before that.
>Indeed, your Queen is changing, slowly but surely.
>But how?
>Her eyes, maybe?
>Currently, her peepers are closed, but you recall them having a certain "snake-like" allure to them.
>Hm…where else can you check…
>What about her open mouth?
>Peering inside, you can see that her teeth are undoubtedly that of a herbivore's, yet there's also a particular…sharpness to her chompers that you can't quite pin down through sight alone.
>Incidentally, her breath smells.
>It smells nice, though—sugary sweet with a hint of sourness.
>As for her lolled-out tongue—it's lithe and long, ending in a singular pointed tip.
>You see the exposed length of this limber muscle idly drool and writhe about on the pillow right by her head in response to your continuous chin scritches.
>It's a cute sight—if a little unbecoming of a royal.
>You take a look at her nose.
>Her nostrils are normal, as far you can tell—although her alicorn snout happens to be a bit more elongated than most ponies.
>Still, you decide to plant a light peck on the tip of her snoofer all the same.
>*Mwah*
>She sucks her tongue in, closes her mouth, and hummingly titters in approval:
>"Mhm-hm-hm-hm~"
>Trailing your eyes down her body, you soon catch sight of her magnificent chest tuft.
>It's incredibly fluffy—yet also ludicrously dangerous.
>The pheromones packed within that thing could slay a man—in fact, they almost did.
>Back in that magical dream, she utterly subjugated your mind with her Queenly floof and turned you into her pliant breeding stud.
>Terrifying.
>And maybe somewhat enticing.
>…
>You're still curious.
>Very curious.
>Like a moth to a musky flame.
>You haven't taken a hit of her royal pheromones ever since that tuft nearly turned your brain into malleable goop.
>Call it a sense of self-preservation.
>But times have changed. The situation has changed.
>In that dream, you were dealing with a much bigger mare with a much fluffier tuft.
>Logically, that should've meant her natural pheromones were far more mind-meltingly potent as a result.
>Thus, now that you're back in the real world, her fluff musk should be totally safe to sniff up with absolutely no repercussions on your part.
>Right?
>…
>Enough thinking.
>You're going in.

>Shifting your whole body downwards to get an optimal angle of attack, you gaze down upon your scented prize.
>Then, you take a moment to breathily brace yourself.
>…
>And you promptly plunge your face straight into that pink shrub.
>"O-oh!" the owner of said shrubbery gasps.
>Practically burying your nose inside her protruding mass of sweaty chest fur, you take an indulgently deep whiff of her Queenly pheromones.
"Snffffff…"
>"H-hah…"
>God damn.
>It smells good. Really good.
>Like sweaty sweets.
>Like imprinted obedience.
>Like your Queen.
>It truly makes you feel like a King—*her* King.
>And just like that, your cravings for your Queen's natural chest musk quickly flare up again.
>The more you breathe it in, the mushier your mind becomes—and the more you want to continue breathing it in.
>Alas, as it so happens, your earlier intuition was right on the money—Flurry's pheromones are nowhere near as powerful as they were back in that dream.
>You are only slightly disappointed by that revelation.
>Still, that's not gonna stop you from sniffing and nuzzling her musky floof—not at all.
>"Mmf…"
>Your vision might have gone pure pink, but you can tell that your Queen is gazing at you with unspoken approval.
>Since your face is currently planted into her supple chest fluff, Flurry's forehooves have shifted their position to accommodate yours.
>Her left foreleg lies draped over your shoulder and along your back—while her right forehoof rests atop your head, idly stroking your crown.
>It feels nice being pet like this. Like you're doing a good job. Like you're being a good boy.
>Flurry would never admit it outright, but she's enjoying every second of this—she loves being worshipped by her King.
>Her enamoured heart earnestly beats its utmost praise towards yours, letting you know there's no shame in a Master serving his slave—and that you should keep doing it.
>So you do; you venerate her divine tuft as best as you are able—working in some soft smooches and lavish licks where you can.
>You also massage her shoulders with both hands, using your wriggling digits to both grope and knead at her tender muscle.
>"Haaaah…"
>She lets out a deeply contented sigh, happy to be doted on by her Master—and delighted to be served by her King.
>"Masssssster~"
>She hisses out the syllable in such a curious way as to give your mind brief pause—not your body, though.
>As you continue to treasure her tuft, you ponder the rest of her.
>Slit eyes, slithery tongue, sharpish teeth, strange sibilations…
>Could your Queen be part snake?
>Perhaps.
>Does this mean you'll have to start buying mice for her to eat?
>Maybe.
>Is she still your cherished, soulbound Queen that you shall love forevermore?
>Definitely.

>Flurry is not without her quirks; that's for sure.
>In fact, you're pretty sure she has more than a few screws loose up there.
>But she is your eternal Soulmate, the mare you shall be with until death do you part—and death has long since left the building.
>These oddities of hers only serve to make your shared life more interesting.
>This imperishable bond is also why you relish worshipping her Queenly form.
>With your hearts connected together forever like this, your dominant desires and her submissive inclinations intermingle in such a manner that they threaten to become indistinguishable.
>And so you gleefully sniff up her potent fluff, letting wave after wave of royal pheromones wash over your human brain.
>Her pheromones are nymphal in nature, yet the more they cloud your mind, the more poignant their presence becomes—and the greater a foothold they gain on your brain.
>Thus, with each passing second, your beloved and trusted Queen comes to hold more and more sway over your pliant psyche—allowing her to steadily subjugate your will and mould you as she pleases.
>Even the magical ward guarding your mind appears to have no effect here—for it seems her innermost emotions deeply desire that you fall completely under her control.
>This realisation should terrify your Masterly mind—and in some ways, it very much does—yet it also titillates you in a most forbidden fashion.
>After all, there is a certain unforgettable pleasure to be felt in utterly submitting to the one you love.
>"H-haah…"
>Another sigh from your Soulmate, this one shakily satiated.
>Using her forehooves, she pets your head and strokes your back, making clear her continued approval and appreciation.
>Her heart powerfully pumps right alongside yours, sending your senses absolutely ringing with every single throbbing beat.
>Your brain is completely abuzz with chemical messages from your Queen—messages meant only for her King.
>She tells you that you're safe with her, that it's a Queen's duty to protect her King, that you and her are simply made for each other, that your human seed is best spent inside her royal womb, that her fertile body will bear you countless offspring, that every single one of her children will be apex predators deserving of your noble lineage, that she'll convert this crystal castle into a thriving hive, that your spawn will spread to all corners of this earth and inherit this land, that you should breed her RIGHT NOW—
>"A-ah!" she suddenly gasps out.
>Her forehooves shift to your temples, carefully resting against them.
>"M-master, we should…"
>She gently pushes you up and away from her tuft.
>You look up at her, seeing that her expression now drips with diffidence.
>"…w-we should stop."

>Sliding your hands down to the sides of her barrel, you steady yourself on the bedsheets and arch an eyebrow her way.
"Stop?"
>You give your head a slight tilt.
"Why?"
>Her ears flop down.
>"I'm…afraid I might lose control like before."
>She lets her forehooves fall from your temples.
>"If I do…I-I might end up hurting you again."
>Her hooves drop onto her fluffy chest, crossing over each other and covering up her tuft.
>"I don't want that. I don't want to hurt my King."
>Your eyes flit down to her hesitant hooves, and then back to her frowning face.
"Flurry…"
>Even now, she still feels immense guilt over what she did back then.
>You are blessed to have such a caring Queen.
>But…
>"Don't you worry about that, Flurry," a raspy voice speaks up. "If you go too far, one of your herd sisters will be around to smack some sense into you."
"Hm?"
>You look to the right.
>Just off the pillow where your Queen resides, Luster now lies next to Flurry's left.
>Your Sow rests on her right side; her right forehoof props up her own head by the cheek, while her left forehoof lies on top of her upturned cutie mark.
>"'Course…"
>Looking up at you, Luster flashes you a sassy grin.
>"…if you wanna get your face smushed in a *real* mare's tuft, heh…"
>She proudly puffs out her cerise-pink chest, drawing your eyes down to her veritable forest of untamed floof.
>"…my fluff's always open for you, Master~"
>Your eyes briefly bug out.
>Because…God damn.
>It's way bigger than Flurry's.
>And it probably smells so fucking good.
>…
>Okay, there's no denying it—you really are a slut for musky mare tufts.
>If Luster had forced your face into her floof instead of her asshole back at your parlour, it would have been all over for you—you'd be hers, no questions asked.
>However, such a fluffy fate was not in the cards for either of you—thus, she is merely your Sow, not your Alpha Mare.
>…Although you'll definitely remember to partake on a later date.

>Anyway, you clear your throat and ask:
"How long have you been there?"
>"A while."
>Luster throws a glance over Flurry's body, gazing at your Soulmate's other side.
>"Cozy didn't wanna speak with me," Luster continues, looking back to you, "so I thought I'd check in to see how you two were getting along."
"Ah."
>Curiosity piqued, you look over to the left.
>Perhaps unsurprisingly, Cozy is here, too.
>Mirroring Luster's position, Cozy lies next to Flurry's right, resting on her left side; her left forehoof idly rubs her own chin, while her right forehoof hangs over her chest, partially concealing her meagre fluff from prying eyes.
>Her inquisitive scarlet gaze is currently focused on Flurry's face, silently pondering her features.
>Incidentally, Flurry herself is presently glaring daggers at Luster—likely for that "real" remark earlier.
>But before your Queen decides to turn your Sow into pork chops, you decide to speak up:
"Flurry and I have been getting along just fine."
>You cast Flurry a gentle smile, and her eyes flit back to you.
"Isn't that right?"
>Her expression is still tinged with reticence, yet she nonetheless softly smiles back at you.
>"Mhm," she hums in affirmation.
>"Heh, you've been 'getting along' alright." Luster jovially speaks up. "Seriously, the two of you take the term 'pillow talk' to a whole new level."
>You chuckle.
"What can I say, I like to make sure my mares feel as comfortable as possible."
>You glance down at Flurry's covered chest.
"However, I fear I may have overstepped my bounds this time."
>Her forehooves shuffle a bit.
>"N-no. It's not your fault, Master," Flurry reassures you. "Not in the slightest."
>She nervously rubs one forehoof with the other.
>"I-it's just…"
>Lifting up your left hand, you carefully cup Flurry's right cheek.
"I know. You're worried."
>You stroke her cheek.
"But Flurry…"
>You look deep into those wavering light-blue eyes of hers.
>Her pupils look more pointed than usual, resembling that of a predator's rather than a pony's.
>Yet she is still your beloved Queen.
"…I know you won't hurt me."
>Another stroke, and your smile sharpens with confidence.
"After all, I trust my Queen."

>Flurry certainly wouldn't hurt you intentionally, at any rate.
>But even if she were to "lose control," you feel quite confident that her Queenly instincts would never seek to harm her King—for she simply wishes to protect you and sire your young.
>As her Master, King, and Soulmate, you soothe her soul in a manner that no-one else possibly can.
>You are her anchor, her light in the hive.
"So," you continue, "go ahead and let loose, Flurry. There's no need to be afraid of your inner self."
>Flurry blinks, ears flicking and forehooves shuffling.
>"Are…are you certain?"
>You nod.
"Absolutely. Like Luster said, your fellow herd sisters are here to support you."
>You cast a brief glance at the herd sisters in question, before looking back to your Alpha Mare.
"And I shall always be around to catch you should you fall."
>Leaning in, you place a quiet yet powerful peck on her pursed lips.
>*Mwah*
>Her lips part as you pull away.
"My Queen."
>You've placated her before, you can do it again.
>…Should it actually come to that, of course.
>However, you like to believe your Soulmate has steadily been getting a better handle on her own emotions as her heart remains linked to yours.
>Call it a positive influence.
>"I…"
>She takes a deep breath.
>Then, she nods.
>"…okay."
>She nestles the back of her head deeper in the pillow, keeping her sharp eyes trained on you.
>"My King…"
>She spreads her forehooves apart, revealing her fluffy chest once more.
>Her lips curl upwards.
>"…I want your face back in my tuft right now."
>The grin she casts you is one of Queenly pride, yet you note it also quivers a little.
>She's testing the waters.
>So are you, to be fair.
>You give her a courteous bow of your head.
"Of course, my Queen."
>You lower yourself so as to rebury your senses in your Queen's majestic fluff.
>And soon enough, you find yourself obediently nuzzling and snuffling her natural scent yet again.
>"Hah…"
>It is a familiar musk—sweaty yet sweet—and it lovingly muddles the mind.
>Now that they've finally secured a firm foothold, her commanding pheromones flood into your pliant psyche—thoroughly shaping your thoughts to your Queen's wants and needs.
>You are immersively informed of all your numerous royal responsibilities—everything that a King must uphold in solemn service to his Queen.
>One duty in particular stands out to you—as it is something your Queen demands of you at this very moment.
>Being her beloved King, it is a role that only you can fulfil—for your Queen would never accept anypony else.
>So relax.
>Focus only on your Queen.
>Submit to her will.
>Obey her desires, her needs.
>And become her personal breeding stud.

>Arching her neck back and directing her gaze sky high, Flurry sighs up into the air with Queenly pride:
>"Haaaah~"
>Unlike before, now *both* of her forehooves have found their way to the back of your head; her left forehoof carefully strokes around your nape, while her right forehoof affectionately pets your crown.
>Naturally, each hoof ensures that your face is firmly planted where she needs you.
>"*My* human~" she proudly states aloud. *My* King~"
>She turns her head to her right.
>"You would do well to remember that, Advisor."
>Cozy offers not a peep in response; you are unable to gauge her reaction from this pink vista, so you assume that it's one of mute deference.
>You can feel Flurry's adoring eyes once again upon you.
>"My King is…"
>She lets out a husky giggle.
>"…mine~"
>"Eheh," Luster raspily chuckles. "I'll say, you—"
>"Silence, Sow," Flurry tersely interrupts her. "Do not disturb my King's royal duties."
>"…Ngh."
>With a meek grumble, your Sow is indeed silenced.
>It's amazing just how quickly Flurry is able to seize control of the herd if she so pleases.
>She really is your Alpha Mare.
>"My King and I…" Flurry muses out loud as she continues caressing your head, "…desire to propagate. To procreate and to dominate. We shall spread our superior genes all throughout Equestria, claiming this *fertile* land as our own~"
>She lovingly sighs down in your direction.
>"Our boundless brood shall be both the mark I leave upon this planet, and the symbol of my undying devotion towards my King~"
>She lifts her sights up to the crystalline underside of the royal baldachin.
>"And once we've taken all there is to take—we shall take to the very stars to continue our conquest~"
>Pulling her eyes back to earth, she tilts her head to the left and the right.
>"Now, as for you two…"
>Letting out a marely huff, she continues to address her herdmates:
>"…so long as you remember your proper place and behave yourselves, you too may avail yourselves of both your King's love and our sovereignty."
>Your other mares do not verbally respond, but it's obvious that they're totally fine with Flurry's terms.
>After all, who wouldn't be? Your Queen is both majestic *and* magnanimous.
>Anypony would be honoured to serve under her.
>And you—you're proud to have her as your glorious wife.

>"Ah, my dear King…"
>Flurry both puffs out her chest and gently pushes down on your head, further inundating your sensitive senses in her royal pheromones.
>"…while you ready your mind with my tuft, I will ready your body with our magic~"
>You hear her horn light up.
>Soon enough, you feel something warm and ethereal caressing your balls.
>It moves like fondling fingers, alternating between trailing tender circles around your sack, and softly stroking it from top to bottom.
>And…it feels really, really nice.
"Mhmmhm…" you hummingly mumble into her floof.
>"Kehehe~"
>Her magical aura shifts to encompass your whole scrotum.
>It now feels like a hand is gently holding your nuts.
>And so she gives you a light squeeze.
"Mm…" you throatily hum, delighting in having your testicular tensions magically massaged away.
>She continues to grope and squish your balls with utmost care, coaxing you into contentment.
>It feels really good.
>You could get used to this.
>Suddenly, however, she gives your sack a tighter squeeze.
"M-mhm…" you nervously hum, clasping and kneading at her shoulders with your hands.
>It…it doesn't hurt at all, surprisingly.
>But it does feel strangely spongy.
>She fondles your nuts a few more times like this, making you quiver with every clench.
>Then, she gives you another squeeze—this one even tighter than the last.
"M-mhm—!" you squeakily hum in surprise.
>The gripping force alone makes your heart leap into your throat.
>Yet it still doesn't hurt.
>In fact, it feels even spongier than before.
>Like something warm and wet is squeezing itself into your balls.
>It enters, but it does not leave—collecting and coagulating.
>Thus she continually squashes your testicles like so, steadily draining more and more of her engorging essence into your sensitive system.
>And as more of her magic seeps in into your sack, you can feel your nuts gradually expand beyond their normal limits, while the skin of your scrotum stretches and grows along with them.
"N-nng…"
>Your cumtanks swell and slosh, teeming with virile life.
>It is *your* life, *your* virility—and it is meant only for your Queen.
>As her spellcraft squeezingly stuffs your seed sack, you can also feel something else within you grow in turn.
>You think it might be your prostate, augmenting itself so as to accommodate your new "enhancements."
>This sensation within your core feels very…filling, providing some constant stimulation all its own—like a button that's lightly being pressed upon.
>Your hangers sag downwards and bulge outwards, grazing up against your inner thighs and making the act of closing your legs no longer an option.
>Your knees wobble under the priapic pleasure of having your reproductive capabilities stretched to their very apex, yet you nonetheless hold your ground and continue sniffing up her floof.
>You obediently huff up her calming pheromones, accepting your rightful place as your Queen's beloved breeding stud.

>Eventually, her magic stops.
>"Hm-hm~"
>Your balls now feel much heftier and heavier—so much so that you can feel them physically weighing you down; it's a surreal sensation.
>"My King, sit up," your Queen commands you. "I wish to gaze upon the results of our great work~"
"Mmg…"
>You, of course, comply, pushing yourself away from her scented tuft—much to your mental anguish—and sitting up on your knees.
>Your Queen's eyes immediately dart down to her favoured jewels.
>A widely satiated smirk quickly adorns her face.
>"Oooh~" she chirps. "My King~"
>Feeling your own swelled saggers obey gravity's sway, you look down towards your enhanced genitalia.
>Even from your vertical vantage point, you can see your own sack proudly protrude outwards from under your rigid sceptre.
>Your nuts are not large enough so as to touch down on the duvet, but they must have at least tripled—no, quadrupled—their natural size.
>They completely fill up the space between your thighs, squishing up against your fatty flesh and pulsing with virility.
>There is no pain or discomfort to be felt with this bulging scrotum, for it has both been fortified and made more malleable to match its superior size.
>The weighty sensation of being *engorged* in such a manner sends waves of masculine pride surging throughout your system.
>You feel like a man among men—a prime piece of breedmeat for your Queen.
>Only…
>There's just one thing.
>Your balls have ballooned up to a delightfully sensual degree, that is true.
>Yet your rod—fully engorged though it may be—has remained wholly unchanged.
>It makes you feel more tanuki than man.
>You look up at your Queen, who is currently licking her lips at the height of masculinity before her eyes.
"The…the…"
>You find yourself struggling to gasp out the words.
>Your brain has been entirely subjugated according to your Queen's will, and speech does not come easy to you—for all the blood that is up "here" is rushing down *there.*
>Where it belongs.
"…dick…same?"
>Her sharp blue eyes flit up to yours, and she lets out a husky chuckle.
>"You can't improve upon perfection, my King~"
>Horn lighting up, she encircles your cock within her light-blue aura.
"H-hah…" you shakily sigh out.
>It feels good. Her magic always does.
>"Your penis is already the ideal shape and size for me~"
>She sensually strokes up and down your shaft with her warm magic.
"M-mhm…"
>"It's built to both satisfy a Queen's *deep* cravings and fill up her womb with countless *swarming* young~"
>She lets out a deep, dreamy sigh.
>"It's as if you and your *Kingly* sceptre were made for me and me alone~"

>She continues to magically rub up and down the base of your bone, making you throb with delight and leak with anticipation.
>And yet despite the sublime stimulation of your shaft and the hefty fullness of your nuts, you are still nowhere near close to cumming.
>After all, to spill your swimmers anywhere other than the deepest depths of your fecund Queen would be a total travesty.
>This thought alone is enough to stem the tide—for it is all part of your duties as a proper breeding stud.
>"There is but one thing I desire from you, my King…"
>Your Queen trails her magic down to your heavy kegs.
>Slightly lifting up your left nut, she gives it a good *squeeze*—bending your rubbery ballmeat as she pleases.
"N-nnf…"
>"…and that is even *more* of your magnificent seed~"
>It seems that your turgid testes have grown not just in size, but in suppleness, too; your pressured plum pliably squashes and squishes at your Queen's squeezy leisure, behaving more like a stress ball than a tender egg.
>Thus, her gripping gropes inflict no discomfort on you, only a pleasantly soft sensation of your flexible fruit being fondly fondled.
>"With your *virile* assistance, I shall birth clutch after clutch of *sprawling* younglings~"
>While squeezing and stretching your left testicle with some of her magic, she gives your right testicle a few thoughtful strokes.
>"I want you to leave me utterly *gravid* with your love, for that is your lifelong *duty* to me, my King~"
>She slowly lifts up your right sagger much like she did the left.
>"We owe it to each other to *strengthen* our bloodlines…"
>Lessening her hold on your left nut, she gleefully squeezes your right nut with her magic, drawing out the very limits of your amplified plasticity.
"H-hoh…!"
>"…by *merging* them as one~"
>With a lecherous smirk on her face, she rhythmically alternates the force used to grope and squish at your elastic testicles, honking them one after the other like two clown noses.
"H-hah…"
>It's humiliating. It makes you feel like an object—her personal plaything.
>And you love it. You love submitting to your Queen.
>"Your Kingly *humanity,* and my…"
>Pausing briefly, she lets out a husky, warbling giggle.
>"…Queenliness~"
>She tightly squeezes both of your balls, spilling out your flexible nutflesh all around her magical "tendrils."
"A-ah…!"
>"Shall come together to make the most *perfect* offspring—the *true* inheritors of this land~"
>Releasing her magic, she finally lets go of your fat nuts—which pliably spring right back to their naturally spherical shape.
"Ph-phew…"
>Your poor and abused balls ache in an extremely fulfilling way.
>Yet their job is far from finished—for they still swarm with virile swimmers meant solely for your Queen's royal womb.
>Your better half already knows this, and so she addresses you as thus:
>"So come to me, my *stud* of a King."
>Lifting up a forehoof, she coyly beckons you forth.
>"Come breed your Queen~"

>Your knees move forward on their own, shuffling you closer to where you belong—and aligning your hips with hers.
>Your back arches over her supine body, steadily positioning yourself so that you can breed your Queen as God intended.
>*THWAP THWAP THWAP*
>The loud sound of a tail boisterously batting the bed covers cuts your movements short.
>Your Queen, calm and collected as she is, cannot be the one making this noise.
>But if not her, then who?
>…
>There are two more sets of eyes upon you—or rather, your bulging virility.
>At either side of your Queen, a mare lies ready and waiting.
>Cozy by the left and Luster by the right, you remember now.
>Between the two, Luster's amorous amber gaze is by far the most apparent, as it is further bolstered by the way her tail excitedly thwaps against the duvet—the source of that incessant sound.
>Her swinish passion is plain to see, and hear…and smell.
>Cozy's expression is more subdued by comparison, keeping her ears folded back and her lips lightly parted.
>You could easily mistake her reaction to your expanded sack as a purely analytical one—yet the desire held within her scarlet eyes is still very much there.
>Luster steamily snorts, the extended sight of your fat nuts causing her to lose her already coarse composure.
>Noticing both your waning attention and utter hoggishness of her herdmate, Flurry lets out a discontented huff, light-blue eyes lidding in annoyance.
>"Hmph."
>Flurry side-eyes Luster and Cozy.
>"Craven, the both of you."
>Cozy's gaze darts off to the side in deference, while Luster blinks in surprise.
>"C-craven…?" your Sow mutters to herself.
>Magically pinching your chin, Flurry gently tilts your head her way.
>She keeps your gaze trained on hers, which lightly reprimands your remissness through sharp sight alone.
>"My King, your eyes belong up here…"
>Still holding your chin, she guides your gaze down to her belly.
>Conjuring up a light-blue wisp, she slowly trails a glowing circle around her lower abdomen—just below her navel.
>"…and your *seed* belongs in here."
>She quickly brings your servile vision back up to her face.
>Using that same wisp from before, she lovingly strokes your left cheek yet addresses you with a firm tone:
>"Understood?"
>Unable to nod within her magical hold, you simply squeak out a:
"Y-yes."
>She softly smiles in satisfaction, dissipating her magic.
>"Good boy."
>Her praise and forgiveness sends warm tingles running up your spine.
>You are her good boy.
>You are her royal breeding stud.

>And so you move even closer to her.
>Your face hovers above hers, while your hands rest by her shoulders.
>Your tip is lined right at her entrance, and your balls are big enough that you can feel them resting on top of her lush tail; naturally, your seed sack completely eclipses her puckered anus.
>She takes a deeply contented breath through flared nostrils, wrapping both of her forehooves over your shoulders and around your upper back.
>The two of you are ready for each other.
>Thus, you steadily plunge your sceptre into your Queen's winking garden.
>"M-mmph~"
>Her eyes close and her smile grows wider while you inch yourself deeper and deeper into her wet, welcoming depths.
>You can feel your heavy scrotum slide along her tail and rub up against her royal rump as you continue to fit more of your spear inside her.
>The fullness of your balls remind you that you have a job to do—thoroughly filling your Queen.
>And soon enough, you hilt your breedstick all the way up to the base, making sure that your tip snuggles against her Queenly cervix.
>"Haaah~"
>She opens her eyes, gazing at you with unbound adoration.
>"My Kiiing~"
>She accentuates her affectionate tones with a curious yet cordial chittering noise.
>You don't know how she's making it, but it soothes your soul and warms your heart.
>Using one of her forehooves, she gently strokes at your back.
>"All miiine~"
>Leaning towards each other, you share a soft nuzzly kiss with your Queen—sucking on lips and sniffing up breath.
>Her scent blends eye-watering sweetness with subtle sour undertones, revitalising your resolve to forever serve your revered Queen.
>Her lips are plush and pliant, easily bending to your clumsily slavish movements.
>Her belly rises and falls with yours, granting you some measure of serenity within this sensual storm.
>She is perfection incarnate. She is your Queen.
>Pulling away, you gaze deep into her light-blue eyes, which radiate with rapturous regality.
>You are hers. You belong to your Queen.
>"You mean ours, right?"
>A raspy voice comes in from the right.
>And it is a voice your Queen does not like.
>Thus, her once-calm countenance swiftly shifts into a snarl, and she begins to emit a sharp clicking noise.
>"'Cause," the voice continues, tone somewhat tetchy, "you said that we'd *all* have him. That we'd 'avail ourselves of his love' or whatever."
>Your Queen's clicking increases in volume—as does her heart territorially thump next to yours.
>Sensing her disquiet, you quickly make to caress her left cheek with your right hand.
>Though it is just a few strokes from you, she immediately softens at your attentive touch, leaning into your palm and lidding her eyes.
>"Hff…"
>She peers deep into your own soul, finding a placative anchor in her caring King.
>Her expression soon morphs into one of contented neutrality, while her clicking abates in intensity.

>However, that incipient voice resumes its remonstration, still mildly incensed in its own right—and wholly unaware of the royal rage that it just sidestepped:
>"Just wanna make sure you don't plan on hogging him to yourself, yeah?"
>Your Queen lets out a disgruntled sigh, and then looks over to her left.
>"Yes. I know what I said. And I *may* grant those of common blood a chance to worship my King."
>She narrows her eyes.
>"But that is *only* if you remember to keep your mouth *shut,* Sow. Are we clear?"
>A brief, wincing pause from the right.
>"…Nng."
>Your Queen lets out a proud huff.
>"Good."
>She turns back to you, expectance glinting in her eyes.
>Her hoofgrip around your back tightens.
>You need no further input from your Queen.
>Moving your fingers away from her face, you once again steady yourself by resting both hands at her sides.
>Gently yet dutifully rocking your hips against hers, you slowly but powerfully pump yourself in and out of your Queen's divine depths.
>"Aaah~" she happily sighs out.
>You lovingly look each other in the eyes as you devotedly fulfil your duties to your Queen.
>Her slender yet strong hindlegs instinctively wrap themselves around your waist, keeping you lightly locked but still giving you ample room to move.
>Her whole body sensually shudders and carnally clenches around you with every deep thrust.
>Her perfectly adapted canal churningly massages your meat, softly squishing you within her wet spongy walls.
>This hole was made for you, and you were made for it.
>You can feel your heftily sagging sack function not only as your stored payload, but also as your cornerstone from which you comfily and passionately plap your Queen.
>Your fat nuts slide up against her plump buttocks and slosh with virile life, ever reminding you of your all-important purpose to inseminate the royal babymaker.
>The air around you is a hotly potent cocktail of mareish arousal and spilled seed—yet everything pales in comparison to the commanding scent of your Queen, for it constantly compels you to keep going and going and going.
>And so, each measured thrust is met with a complementary squelch of fleshy proportions, regularly rewarding your sensitive earbuds for the hard work of your hips and horn.
>Your ragged breaths match your Queen's, as do your shared heartbeats, supporting and strengthening one another.
>Her heart beats to you her utmost satisfaction, telling you that you're doing an amazing job, telling you that she's getting close, telling you that she wishes to stay connected like this forever, telling you that she love love LOVE—
>"A-ahn~!"
>Your Queen suddenly lets out a loud warbling whinny, and her chittering tones dominate the bedchamber's breathy ambience.
>Legs tightening and canal clamping, she maregasms all over your groin, while her inner walls piston your penis like a plunger on max power.

>Like flipping a biological switch, your own loins surge in response to your Queen's orgasmic release—and so too do you rocket off.
>White lightning surging up your rod, you bury yourself up to the base as you blast ropes upon ropes of sticky, gloopy seed straight into your Queen's royal womb.
>You can feel your roiling balls buzz about with swarming swimmers—like your sack has been overcome by a searing sense of pins and needles—but you can also *keenly* feel each throbbing cumshot bulge out your urethra as your thick splooge rushes up your spear and hoses down the fertile garden before you.
>There's no doubt about it—these are the fiercest, frothiest nuts that you've ever shot in your life.
>And it's all thanks to your heavy cumtanks.
>Of course, each and every drop belongs solely to your Queen.
>"Hah…! Hah…!" she heartily breathes out. "My King~! *My* King~!"
>She affectionately strokes and possessively clasps at you as you carry out your sworn seeded purpose.
>Your bodies pleasurably undulate against each other, while your faces aggressively yet amorously nuzzle together, further solidifying this heart-pounding exchange of deeply filling love.
>This orgasmic release is as enduring as it is explosive, stretching on past the minute mark, past the two minute mark, past a few—past several.
>It simply ceases to end, for your aching kegs draw from a seemingly bottomless well of semen.
>Your Queen tirelessly keeps pace with your endless ejaculations, drawing from a bottomless reservoir of her very own to squashily drench you in her sustained delight.
>Her body perfectly matches yours, even in the throbbing throes of constant climax—and so you share in a perpetual peak of pumping passion together.
>Your lower half functions like a well-oiled breeding machine, relentlessly unloading stream after stream after stream of steamily gloopy seed straight into your fecund Queen.
>Your chunky nuts churn out countless chunky nuts, persistent in their production and unmatched in their mass.
>Your potently pulsing fuckmeat keeps her greedily fertile womb permanently plugged up, ensuring that what comes in does not come out.
>Thus, much like how your Queen had magically ballooned out your balls, you *physically* bulge out her slender belly with limitless loads of studly gunk.
>And as you pump more and more of your viscous cream inside her hungry core, you can feel her gut gradually grow and distend underneath your own, turning from slender, to chubby, to chunky—to downright corpulent.
>Her now-paunchy stomach sloshes with virile life—impregnated through volume alone.
>Squishy and sweaty, her turgid tummy functions as a warm fleshy pillow between you and your cum-encumbered Queen, providing some slippery comfort for your skin you continue shooting white ropey rounds right into her swollen sanctum.
>"Mm…my King…mine…mine…mine~"

>Noses nuzzling together and bodies undulating as one, you and your Queen reduce yourselves to mere mewling mates as her soupy canal continuously churns out bubbly loads from your throbbing manmeat.
>She quite literally buzzes with bliss at the innumerable excess of liquid love shot straight into her system, quivering and chittering in deep appreciation of your Kingly duty.
>Horn coming ablaze with heated desire, she takes firm magical hold of your heavy cumtanks; she then squeezes them rhythmically—one after the other—so as to milk out even more surplus seed from your stout sack.
"Nng…!"
>"Haah~!"
>Each greedy squeeze correlates with a highly pressurised shot of slushy sperm blasted through her gates and into her bloated womb.
>Your large and lively loads impact her filled core with such a furious force that you can feel her bulging belly kick back against yours, giving you a potent reminder of your own potency.
>The squashy sensation of being thoroughly milked like this riddles your mind with rapturous ripples and reverts your body to a wholly beastlike state.
>Eyelids rapidly flickering, you grunt like a boar and snort like a stallion, happy to be used as mere breeding stock for your Queen.
>After all, she is just as happy to use you as she pleases—for she does it with love in her heart.
>"King…kehehe~" she dreamily cackles to herself. "Mine…my King…mine…mine…all mine~"
>Your Queen has also been reduced to a similarly delirious state of mind; clicking and chittering, she mutters sweet nothings into your lips while staring directly into your eyes—focusing on the one thing that matters most to her.
>There's a manic glint in her light-blue gaze, one that desires—no, *demands* a constant connection with her King.
>Her palpitating heart beats both powerfully and possessively, pumping you full of volatile emotions just as you pump her full of virile cum.
>She incessantly and intimately reminds you of how important you are to her.
>For you are her eternally cherished Soulmate, her beloved breeding stud, her font of endless power, her rock of emotional support, her one and only, the future father of her broodlings—
>You are her everything.
>And she refuses to be parted from you for even a single second. She—
>"U-um, Flurry," the voice from the right returns, "you and Master have been—"
>"SHUT UP!" your Queen suddenly snaps back. "He's MY King! MY KING!"
>Her wings fully flare out, blindsiding any bystanders with billowed barbs.
>"Wh-whoa!" the rightward bystander gasps.
>"Mine mine mine mine MINE!"
>Your Queen quickly and defensively encases you within her wings, desperate to cocoon you and her inside a world made for two.
>Her feathered appendages move and bend in unnatural ways, steadily sealing the two of you together from the bottom up.

>"O-okay!" the rightward voice speaks up. "That's enough!"
>A cerise-pink hoof reaches out and touches your Queen's left cheek.
>"Flurry, I think you—"
>"HSSS!"
>Pupils contracting to snake-eyed slits, your Queen aggressively hisses at Luster Dawn, flicking her tongue and spraying spittle everywhere.
>"A-agh!"
>Luster recoils in response, reflexively closing her eyes.
>"Wh-what's wrong with—"
>Your Queen makes a brief hocking noise through her throat—and then spits a large glob of blue slime right in Luster's wincing visage; it splatters against the top half of her face, gluing her eyes shut, gunking up her horn, and staining her mane.
>The sudden slimy impact causes Luster to sharply squeal, stumble backwards while desperately pawing at her gooped-over eyes—and promptly tumble off of the bed.
>"Gah!" she shrieks.
>You hear a soft thud where she lands.
>Your surroundings are wholly obscured by pink plumage as your Queen frantically finishes cocooning your body within her fluffy wings.
>"King…King…my King…"
>This feathery fold seems to distort reality as you know it, removing all other entities in the room that aren't you or your Queen.
>From the duvet you were gripping to the pillow underneath your Queen's head, everything and anything is replaced by a soft sea of plushy pinkness.
>With nothing else to look at, your gaze defaults down to your cohabitant of this winged world.
>Your Queen stares up at you with gaping need in her quivering eyes.
>"King…mine…mine…mine…"
>She chitters rapidly and buzzes anxiously, while her heart beats multiple miles a minute.
>You are your Queen's personal breeding stud, yes—but that's not all you are to her.
>For you are also her cherished King and trusted Soulmate.
>And in this moment, she demands relief in manners more than physical.
>She needs her King.
"My Queen…" you breathe out.
>With your head feeling slightly clearer, you lean in and brush your lips up against hers.
>"King…my…mine…"
"Yes…" you coo to her. "I'm yours… I'm yours…"
>"Mine…belong to…belong to me…"
>You support her and you soothe her; you remind your beloved Queen that you will always be there for her.
>Her cricking legs remain tightly locked around your back, while her hooves clingily scuttle against your skin.
>Her plumed cocoon carefully caresses you at all sides; her fluffy feathers wriggle like worms, writhing across your skin in a strangely pleasant fashion.
>Her dissonant tone drips with distinctive disquietude—yet another sign that your Queen deeply desires her other half.
>"Mine…my King…all mine…"
"Mhm…" You give her a light peck on the mouth. "I'm all yours…"
>"Mhm…mine…mine…"
>Thankfully, your constant reassurance serves to stem the scurrying storm within her heart, if only a bit.

>Rubbing nose to nose, you gently share breath with your frazzled Queen as you continue to offer her all that you are.
>Your throbbing rod remains firmly buried inside her clamping snatch, while your hard-working balls still dutifully churn up fat loads to pump inside of her royal womb.
>However, your pulsing plums feel noticeably smaller than before.
>Each and every cumshot bumpily bloats out your Queen's sloshing belly, yet they also make you feel a little lighter in turn—as if your engorged testicles are steadily shrinking back to their normal size.
>Incidentally, the milking magic of your grabby Queen can no longer be felt upon your heaving sack—neither can you hear the buzzing hum of her horn.
>Your momentary role as her breeding stud will soon be coming to an end—but your duty as her King shall last forever.
>Thus, as the two of you ride out the waning waves of your shared climax, you amiably share breath with your Queen, taking in her natural scent.
>She smells just as sweet as ever, but those sour undertones have grown somewhat stronger than last time.
>Sourness or not, though, this is undoubtedly the breath of your Queen—so you calmly take it in all the same.
>"My King…mine…mine…"
>Her voice is breathier than before, a sure sign that she's being further soothed.
"Yes…that's right…"
>With your hands now merely grabbing at feathers, you take the opportunity to wrap both of your arms around her back.
>You use your left hand to rub at her withers, and your right hand to stroke through her silky mane.
"I'm yours…all yours…"
>"Mhm…all mine…"
>The frenzied fire within her eyes abates at your assiduous assurance.
>She lets out a hearty sigh against your lips, gazing at you with tempered tenderness.
>"Yours…" she whispers.
>You don't respond at first, choosing to continue sharing breath with your Queen instead.
>She presses her supple snout right up against your nose and nuzzles you with a fierce fondness.
>"Yours…" she repeats.
>You quickly realise that she isn't simply parroting what you uttered.
>So you respond in turn:
"Yes…"
>Using your right set of fingers to scritch at her nape, you nuzzle her face back, relaying a Kingly affection all your own.
"You're mine…you're my Queen."
>Her lips curl upwards, wholly satisfied with your reply.
>"Mhm~"
>You can feel the tightly clinging limbs around your back switch to a smooth caress.
>"Your Queen~" she coos. "Belong to you~"
>She plants a plushy peck upon your lips.
>"Yours~"
"Right…"

>The two of you continue to partake in this breathy back and forth as you ride out your ebbing orgasm together.
>You and your Queen repeatedly and intimately affirm your all-important roles to one another, further fortifying the bond that connects you both.
>The King may belong to his Queen, but the Queen also belongs to her King.
>Your royal relationship is one of mutual subjugation.
>You utterly dominate each other, and in doing so, you also wholly submit to each other, abstracting the Master-slave dynamic into an earnest exchange of pure unconditional love.
>In breaking any and all barriers that lie between the both of you, King and Queen become closer than ever before—while the eternal link between Soulmates burrows itself deeper into your hearts.
>…
>Eventually, you *finally* finish draining your balls inside of your Queen's churning snatch.
>As your creamy hose switches off, so too does her squashing faucet stem its tide, leaving you and your Queen both sore and spent.
"Hah…hah…"
>"Hah…hah…"
>The two of you leisurely catch your breath in front of each other's faces, granting you the opportunity to further enjoy one another's presence in addition to this pleasant afterglow.
>Well, "pleasant" might be a bit of an overstatement; after all, there are certain aches and pains that come with cumming nonstop for several minutes.
>Put plainly, your pulsing urethra now feels like it's on fire, while your shrivelled balls feel like they've run a marathon.
>Ejaculation is the absolute last thing on your mind right now.
>You are *far* too tired to move—yet *entirely* unwilling to abandon your Queen—so you instead stay close to her, comforting her as you always have.
>Thus, you both lovingly gaze into one another's eyes as you engage in a slow and sniffly nuzzle, limbs idly caressing each other's backs.
>Her snout is soft, but her belly is even softer; the aftermath of your deep breeding session has left your Queen gravid through the excess of chunky nut butter alone.
>Your spine naturally arches upwards as you lie atop her squishy, cumflated stomach; it sloshes with warm life, and you can feel yourself rising and falling with every laboured breath she takes.
>When you behold your fully filled Queen like this, you can't help but be overcome by a strong sense of studly pride.
>She's *your* Queen, and *you* made her like this.
>You might be your Queen's royal breeding stud, but she is your loyal broodmare.
>Her chittering womb exists solely to carry on your human lineage, to meld your genes together with hers and birth an endless swarm of apex broodlings.
>She is the future mother of your children, and so you must cherish her.

>"Mm~"
>Pulling away from your face, your Queen playfully laps at your left cheek with her long, slimy tongue.
>"My King~"
>She clicks happily at you.
>"My one and only King~"
>Tightening her grip around your back, she proudly rubs her bounteous belly against your bare body, squishing her slosh up to your stomach.
>"Hm-hm-hm~" she chitteringly titters. "Can you feel that, my King~?"
>It's as if a fuzzy water balloon is pressing itself against your flesh.
>Needless to say, her fullness fulfils you.
"Hah…" you sigh in satisfaction.
>"Kehehe~" she cracklingly cackles. "It's almost like we have a fertilised clutch already~"
"Mhm…" you breathily hum in affirmation. "Our clutch…"
>"Yesssss~" she hisses out the word. "*Our* clutch—the first of many~"
>Her eyelids briefly flicker, and you feel her canal tightly clamp down on your worn-out meat.
"N-nng…!"
>You still happen to be very tender down there, so you can't help but wince at the sudden stimulation.
>Your Queen's eyes slightly widen in surprise.
>"Oh, my King…"
>She leans in and softly nuzzles your face, gently whispering to you as she does:
>"Please forgive this careless Queen. In my haste, I neglected your needs."
>She solemnly sighs against your lips, while her heart beats her utmost compassion towards yours.
>"Allow me to rectify this."
>Pulling away from you, you hear her horn quietly hum to life.
>Her warm magic fully envelops your genitals, travelling inside her own tang to wrap up your rod.
>It feels…nice. Really nice. Invigorating.
"Ah…" you sigh in relief.
>Those aching pains and searing throbs soon dissipate into the ether.
>Your balls feel as good as new, while your dick surges to life within her walls.
>Just like that, the fraught fatigue felt from pushing your body way beyond its natural limits comes to vanish completely.
>Your Queen's magic really is amazing.
>"And it's all because of you, my King."
>You blankly blink at her, and she cordially smiles back.
>How did she…?
>Ah, it doesn't matter.
>"Your love is what powers me."
>Lifting her right forehoof up to the back of your head, she thoughtfully strokes you from your crown down to your nape.
>"It is what will fuel our reign and feed our hive."
>Her eyes pulse with adoration, yet you also catch her smile faltering slightly.
>"However…"
>She heaves out a heady sigh, causing her sweetly sour breath to wash across your face.
>"…I am still incomplete."

>Your brows dare to furrow.
"Incomplete…?"
>"Mhm." She nods. "That's right."
>She gives you another brief nuzzle, imparting on you passion so potent that you find yourself following her fuzzy face as she leaves.
>Your yearning reaction elicits a clicky giggle from her, before she continues:
>"This is why I need some alone time with my King."
>She gently blows some more of her warm mare breath across your lips.
>It reminds you that you are wanted—depended upon by your soulbound Queen.
>"I need to feel safe within your arms. And I need to feel your love course through me."
>You note that her magic has long since left your genitals, yet her horn remains passionately aglow.
>"So please, stay within my wings, my King."
>Said wings continue to cling tightly around the two of you.
>Her fluffy feathers still feel like wriggling worms, tickling your bare body and giving you warm shivers.
>Your Queen coos to you with a wide smile:
>"Complete me~"
>You can feel this winged world suddenly palpitate with vitality, almost like it's a heart—almost like it's alive.
>"Complete your Queen~"
>With her plea put forward, your Queen calmly closes her eyes and steadies her breathing.
>The sanguine smile upon her face remains ever present, as does the light-blue magic that continues to envelop her horn.
>But the pink plumage surrounding the both of you begins to change.
>It is a very subtle shift, but you are able to see the pink hues of her feathers gradually bluing out.
>They're slowly losing their original colour and shape, and in turn—they're becoming something else.
>You're not sure what.
>Because you…
>…
>Even though she had just reenergised you moments ago, you're starting to feel kind of sleepy.
>Maybe it's her magic.
>Again, you're not sure.
>Thinking is hard when you're tired.
>Maybe you should just…sleep?
>Rest with your Queen.
>Complete her.
>Like she said.
>Yeah.
>Just gotta…
>Wait.
>Something's peeking out of the blue.
>Thin.
>Cylindrical.
>A thin, cylindrical object.
>It's cream coloured, too.
>And it's aimed at…
>You?
>No.
>Your Queen.
>Her glowing horn.
>The object zaps. Jolts her horn directly.
>"Ah—!" she sharply gasps.
>Her horn shorts out, her eyes wince shut—her wings lifelessly flop to her sides, promptly releasing you from her plumed cocoon.

>With your surroundings abruptly defeathered, you find yourself blearily greeting the brightly lit world of the royal bedchamber once more.
>Your cumgravid Queen still lies underneath your bare body, facing you belly to belly.
>Your breeding rod is still hilted inside of her snug snatch, keeping her swollen core plugged up and sloshing with life.
>Your arms are both still wrapped around her body, but they're now comfily wedged in between her slender back and the plush duvet.
>The two of you are on her heart-shaped bed, and it doesn't seem like either of you have moved from your previous position.
>Her splayed wings have gone back to their usual bubbly pinkness, making their bluish hue a pigment of the past.
>Her slender legs remain firmly locked around your back, clingily possessive—or perhaps fiercely protective.
>Her frantic heart beats to you its complete bewilderment, utterly unsure as to what just happened.
>Considering that your clouded mind is currently being riddled by both onset torpor and lingering royal pheromones—you're not doing much better on that front.
>Her body suddenly tightens around you, and her big blue eyes shoot right open—swiftly focusing on yours.
>"Master!" she yelps. "W-we're under attack! Stay close to me! I'll—"
>A hoof comes in from the left and gently presses itself against the base of your Queen's inert horn.
>"Flurry," a voice calmly states.
>"A-ack—!"
>"Relax," the voice calmly continues. "Everything's fine."
>Both you and your Queen look towards the left.
>Cozy Glow is there, sitting down on her haunches.
>Her left forehoof is currently extended towards your Queen's horn, while her right forehoof holds a curious object:
>Thin. Cylindrical. Cream coloured.
>Hyperventilating, your Queen hurriedly looks around the room, sees no-one else here, looks back to you, looks at Cozy, looks back to you again, and then finally settles her eyes back on Cozy.
>Your Queen's breathing slowly steadies itself, and she lightens her hold on your body.
>"U-um, o-okay."
>Cozy nods, retrieves her hoof, and then looks to you.
>She quickly notices how your addled attention is presently enraptured by the item she's got in her right forehoof, and thus answers your unspoken question:
>"It's a magic jammer, Master."
>She casually tosses her held object up in the air, catching it with the flexible feathers of her right wing as it lands.
>"A direct jolt from this thing will put anypony's magic out of commission for a few minutes."
>She casts you a confident smile.
>"Never leave home without one."
>She gives her jammer a deliberate flick in the air, causing a small blade to jut out from the end.
>"Also doubles as a knife~" she finishes with a coy wink.
"Uh…"

>A magic jammer?
>Where did she even get her hooves on something like this?
>Hold on, Cozy looks a little different than she usually does.
>She's no longer wearing her signature bow atop her head.
>Glancing at her side, you can see a loose strip of cream-coloured ribbon lying atop the pink duvet.
"Huh…"
>She must have been hiding it in there.
>"W-wait, magic jammer?" your Queen sputters out. "G-glowie, did you…did you use that on me? D-did I…oh…oh no…"
>Ears folding down in shame, she guiltily looks up at you.
>"…did I embarrass myself in front of Master again?"
>You're not sure how to respond to that.
>After all, your Queen exudes excellence at every angle, so there's simply no chance she could ever "embarrass" herself in your eyes.
>Cozy, however, deblades her magic jammer with another feathered flick.
>She then and regards your Queen with a sympathetic smile and a gentle tone:
>"Don't worry about it, Flurry."
>Using her left forehoof, Cozy pets through your Queen's swirly mane.
>"All's well that ends well, right?"
>Your Queen blinks at Cozy, and her guilty expression gradually softens into a somewhat puzzled one.
>"U-um, I guess?"
>Your Queen looks up at you, clear concern glinting in her eyes and beating in her heart.
>"Wh-what about you, Master? Are you okay? I-I hope I didn't hurt you or anything…"
>Though your mind may still be hazy under her pheromonal influence, sycophantic words come easy to you at your Queen's earnest inquiry:
"I am wholly unharmed, my Queen."
>Snaking your right hand around her body, you gently stroke her left cheek.
"But you need not worry on my account, for each moment I spend with you is as a soothing salve upon my aching soul."
>You lean in and lay a loving peck upon her soft lips.
>*Mwah*
>Your honest affection leaves her lips parted and her nostrils flared.
"I live to serve you, my Queen. And I am entirely yours to use however you please."
>She slowly drinks in your slavish statement, and lets out a shaky sigh in response:
>"H-hah…"
>Her heart, which had steadily regressed itself into a more passive state, begins to thump with both royal pride and deeply protective instincts.
>"Master…"
>Her light-blue eyes sharpen and lid, yet her tone remains just as tender:
>"My King…"
>"AH-EM," Cozy loudly clears her throat.
>Your Queen's eyes shoot open to rounded saucepans.
>"A-ah."
>Your Queen's gaze nervously flits to Cozy, and then back to you.
>"U-um, I mean…"
>Your Queen yearningly rubs her left cheek into your right palm.
>You can feel your Queen's heart forcing itself to calm down.
>"We should probably, um, stop for now. Neither of us are in the best state of mind, s-so…"
>Your Queen takes a deep breath to steel herself.
>"Could you, um, please get off me, please?"

>You blink at her, but quickly nod in affirmation.
"At once, my Queen."
>Placing both of your hands by her shoulders, you push yourself up—
>Or at least, you *would* push yourself up—if it wasn't for your Queen's four-limbed leglock.
"My Queen, your legs…"
>"O-oh, right. Sorry."
>She reluctantly releases the bottom half of her leglock around your body, spreading her haunches far and wide.
>Her hindlegs now anxiously jitter about in the air, woefully bereft of a human King to lovingly entrap.
>Her wings, which had been gradually rising up into the air and furtively curling towards you, flop down to the duvet, looking totally defeated.
>Her forelegs remain wrapped around your upper back, still unwilling to let go.
>There's also one other part of your Queen that grips at you both fiercely and fondly.
>She breathes against your lips, positing her plan to you:
>"Lower half, first…"
>You silently nod to her.
>She nods back in solidarity with you.
>"Okay, on the count of three…"
>You feel her horsey heart beat with mustered determination.
>"One…"
>You feel her cumflated tummy softly squish against your stomach.
>"Two…"
>You feel her clenching canal loosen up around your rod.
>"Three!"
>You jut your hips backwards and attempt to exit her flower.
>As expected, you meet plenty of possessively clamping resistance.
"Nngh…!"
>"H-hah…!
>With several grunts and copious amounts of combined effort, however, you succeed in prying yourself out of her squeezing snatch.
"Hoh…!"
>Shifting your whole body forwards, your throbbing dick lands in the fertile canyon between her modest mareteats.
>Your exit from her entrance is the prelude to a virile storm.
>With your rod no longer keeping your Queen plugged tight, her body must naturally expel that which has ballooned her up to a gravid degree.
>And so, like a dam being burst, it comes.
>"Ahn—!"
>*Splurt splurt splurt*
>Body violently convulsing, torrents of yellowish goop shoot straight out of your Queen's squelchy pussy, rocketing across the mattress and slimily staining everything that lies in front of her spurting snatch.
>Thankfully, you and your groin are safely positioned above her line of fire.
>The lower half of her bed is not so fortunate.
>"Golly…" you hear Cozy quietly muse to herself.
>*Splurt splurt splurt*
>Your ears are relentlessly assaulted by the luridly sloppy sounds of a proud and noble Queen ejaculating your own cum out from her overflowing orifice.

>Mouth moaning and marehood splurting, her brain quickly comes to be wholly overwhelmed by this unconventional relief, causing her to act in quite the undignified way.
>Her nostrils stormily snort in and out like a horse in heat.
>Her tongue dumbly lolls out onto the pillow, mindlessly lapping at the pink fabric beside her head.
>Her eyelids rapidly flicker, while her eyes fully roll over to stare directly at the stars in her brain.
>*Splurt splurt splurt*
>Lying on top of her cumflated belly, you can feel her sloshing gut steadily lose its excess mass as your Queen messily squirts it out.
>"Nyooo…" she weakly moans. "My Kingsh sheed…itsh all coming out…"
>*Splurt splurt splurt*
>You can feel her forehooves needily paw at your back.
>"Needsh my Kingsh…come backsh to me…pleash…"
>You lean in and nuzzle her nose.
"I'm here for you, my Queen."
>Her hoofgrip around your back tightens as she horsily snorts and whinnies against your face, shooting heated mare air straight down your nostrils.
>It makes your eyes water and your lungs burn.
>But you hold your ground, for she is your Queen—and it is a King's duty to placate her tender heart.
>And so, you share snorty breath with your Queen, gently calming her down as you've done many times before.
>*Splurt splurt splurt*
>"Kingsh shtill here…"
>*Splurt splurt…splurt*
>"Shtill here for me…"
>*Splurt…splurt…splurt*
>"Mhm…"
>Her throbbing convulsions gradually abate, and her Queenly splurts decrease in both intensity and volume.
>Her mareish snorts and whinnies steadily soften into soothed sniffles as she reanchors herself around your breathy presence.
>Her light-blue eyes slowly roll back down to earth, soon sighting you.
>And she regards you with the serene expression of a pacified Queen—utterly and completely tamed by her King.
>"H-hah…" she shakily sighs out, lips curling up into a contented smile. "Master…"
>*Splurt…s-splurt…*
>With one last shuddering squirt, her flooded dam clamps shut its pulpy gates, having expelled all it needs to expel.
>Her belly has lost about half its mass—though you note that it still retains a good deal of sloshy squishiness.
>Given her nature, there's no doubt in your mind that your Queen's greedy womb is trying store as much of your human seed as ponily possible.
>The rest of her body, however, has become far less possessive; her heart and mind have been thoroughly retamed by her beloved King, putting her in a more peaceable state.
>Taking a hearty breath and folding up her wings, she slides her forehooves up your back and around your shoulders, soon positioning them against your pecs.
>She then gives your body a very light push, one that would happily accept any amount of resistance from you.
>"Okay, um, please get off me, Master."
>You nod.
"Understood."
>She slightly deflates at your affirmative response—as if secretly hoping for your denial—but nonetheless nods back.

>You roll off of her body and over to the right—her left side.
>Lying down on your back, you take the opportunity to gaze upon your Queen's…blast zone.
>Yep. That sure is a lot of cum. Your cum, even.
>It fans out from her fanny and coats a shockingly large portion of the duvet in off-white ooze.
>Considering everything that's happened this afternoon, you're pretty sure that this poor bed can now legally be considered more cum than cushion.
>Resting the back of your head upon the same heart-shaped pillow as your Queen, you puff out a weighty sigh up into the air.
"Phew…"
>Turning your whole body onto its right side, you glance at your Queen; then, you glance at the pegasus sitting by your Queen's right.
>With one forehoof partially covering her smirking mouth, Cozy looks more than a little amused at this recent turn of events—and maybe somewhat envious, too.
>Your Queen, however, bears a pensively shameful expression.
>She peers down at her sweaty, pheromone-laden tuft—which is still slick with your spit—and then looks up to you.
>"Master," she begins, "I-I'm so—"
>You firmly press your left index against her snout, silencing her with a tender boop.
"Don't say it."
>Her eyes widen in surprise.
>Your mind is still abuzz with potent pheromones, of course, but you've reclaimed enough coherence to say your piece when needed.
>And you're experienced enough to know when your Queen is about to be unapologetically apologetic.
"I'm the one who asked for this, remember?"
>Pulling your finger back, you playfully waggle it in front of her.
"So don't sweat it, Flurry. You have nothing to be sorry for."
>Her eyes drift away from you, still full of shame.
>But you don't let that deter your smile.
"Hey, you liked it too, right? Be honest."
>Letting out a sigh, she looks down at her cumswollen tummy and gives it a thoughtful hoofstroke.
>"I-I did…"
>Her gaze flits back to you.
>"B-but still, I…"
>Wincing her eyes shut, she shakes her head.
>"…I've caused you so much trouble recently, and you've had to waste so much time dealing with my emotional outbursts."
>You blink.
"Waste? Trouble?"
>You lightly tilt your head.
"Is that how you see things?"
>Her ears flinch.
>"W-well, I-I mean…"
>Her eyes slowly open—and then quickly dart to the side in continued guilt.
>"…don't you get tired of having to calm me down all the time?"
>She lowers her head.
>"Really, I must be…"
>She gulps.
>"…I-I must be such an utter hoofful to you."
>Your lips part, but you hold your response, instead choosing to silently ruminate on her words.

>In a way, she's right.
>After all, you gave Flurry free reign to take the reins of this sexual encounter, and in return, she:
>Pressed your face into her sweaty mare tuft;
>Subjugated your mind with her royal pheromones;
>Modified your body without your express consent;
>Forced you to relentlessly breed her womb for several minutes straight;
>Grew aggressively defensive when interrupted by a fellow herdmate;
>Spat a glob of slime in said herdmate's face;
>Wrapped you up in her wings to prevent any further interruptions;
>Needed you to calm her down;
>Tried to get you to "complete her"—whatever that entailed;
>Failed to do so, and then needed you to calm her down again as your cum was furiously blasting out of her.
>Indeed, that is a very long list of princessly problems.
>And that's not even getting into the other complications and conundrums she's caused whilst under the tenure of your dominion.
>Flurry is a mare who requires a tremendous amount of constant care and attention, that's for damn certain.
>A hoofful, she most certainly is.
>…
>However…
>This hoofful is also your Soulmate.
>You love her in spite of her foibles—or perhaps even because of them.
>And as for this dominant, Queenly side of hers…
>You love that, too.
>Thus, you address her:
"Maybe you are a hoofful."
>Gently cupping her chin with your left hand, you tilt her head your way.
>You then cast her a kind smile.
"But you're *my* hoofful, Flurry."
>You lean in and plant a soft peck upon the spot on her snout where you had booped her.
"Don't ever forget that."

>Flurry slowly blinks, steadily taking in your words as well as the feelings intoned within them.
>Being literally connected to you at the heart, she can intuit how you feel about her at all times.
>However, that doesn't mean she's entirely free from the throes of self-doubt.
>When a mare frequently loses composure in front of her beloved Master, there are certain insecurities that start to build up in her tender heart:
>"Am I letting him down?'
>'Am I good enough for him?'
>'Does he hate me?'
>Sure, she might instinctually *know* that you love her no matter what, but…
>A little verbal confirmation can go a long way.
>And so, with your spoken sentiments now laid out in the open air, you can see her gloomy countenance grow into genial confidence.
>Her frown rises up into a smile, and her worry is replaced with warmth.
>She gives you a gentle nod.
>"I won't forget."
>You nod back.
"Good."
>Her chin lightly yet yearningly pushes back against your left hand.
>You offer no resistance to her advance, letting her rest her snout against your nose.
>Schnozzer to sniffly snoofer, the two of you enjoy another nuzzly Eskimo kiss together, calmly sharing both sweet breath and satiated heartbeats.
>"You're my King…"
>Flurry's smile widens, taking on a cheekier edge.
>"…and I'm…I'm your total hoofful of a Queen, ehehe~"
>You chuckle.
"That you are."
>You note that the sourness hiding within her sugary scent has become far subtler to your senses.
>Earlier, you would've considered the sour-versus-sweet ratio of her breath to be a forty-sixty; now, it's more of a twenty-eighty.
>It's still there, but it's as if her sourness has taken to contented slumber.
>"Golly…"
>Hearing her trademark catchphrase, you shift your gaze over Flurry's body and to her left.
>Naturally, Cozy is there, looming in quite close to your nuzzle session.
>She's smiling, but you note that it's a somewhat wistful smile.
>"…I really should have snapped you up as soon as I had the chance, huh?"
>She leans back, giving you and your Soulmate some room.
>"If I acted earlier, maybe *I'd* be the one in Flurry's position right now."
>Lightly pulling away from Flurry's face, you glance down at your Queen's still-paunchy belly.
>You then cast Cozy a wry smile.
"Are you saying you want to be ballooned up by my cum?"
>"Hm-hm-hm~" she titters into her right forehoof. "Maybe~"
>You blink, completely caught off guard by her casual response.
>It seems that even sweet little pegasi have the potential to be brazenly lascivious.
>Then again, you hesitate to call this particular pegasus "sweet"—given her true nature.

>"Glowie, I—nngh…"
>With a grunt, Flurry props up the upper half of her body using both of her forelegs.
>"…I want you to know that you'll be considered a valued member of our herd."
>Unfurling her right wing, Flurry gently wraps her feathers around Cozy's back.
>"Between the four of us, you're the only one with any real experience as a villain, so we need you; we need our herd sister, and we need our Royal Advisor."
>Flurry casts you a brief glance, and then looks back to Cozy.
>"And Master needs his partner."
>You find yourself nodding in affirmation.
>Cozy, on the other hand, looks between the two of you, and then blithely shrugs at Flurry.
>"Oh, I already know that."
>Cozy throws Flurry a half-smirk.
>"Unlike you, I don't need cheering up every ten seconds."
>Flurry awkwardly chuckles in response.
>It's true, you and your Soulmate *do* spend a lot of time consoling one another—and you doubt that this'll be the last time you lift each other's spirits.
>However, you find yourself earnestly enjoying these moments—for they serve as a way to connect with Flurry on an even deeper level.
>"But still," Cozy continues, smirk slightly softening, "I appreciate the thought."
>She gently sets her magic jammer down at her side.
>"And I suppose I might as well let you know something—from one trusted herd sister to another…"
>Slowly leaning in towards her herdmate, Cozy quietly yet decisively whispers into Flurry's right ear:
>"…I have no intention of letting you remain as this herd's Alpha Mare."
>Cozy carefully pulls away to examine her herd sister's expression.
>With a warm smile on her face, Flurry merely nods back, completely unperturbed by her bestie's effective declaration of war.
>"I know."
>If there's one thing your mares all share in common—it's their fierce competitive streak.
>You foresee many jealousy fuelled disputes in the future.
>And make no mistake, it's gonna be a hell of a job to keep these three mares together without your herd imploding in on itself.
>But you'll find a way to make it work, somehow—that's your duty as their Master.
>…Speaking of these "three," where is—
>"HAH!"
>Luster pops up from the bed's edge, having finally recovered from her royalty induced ring out.
>Her mane and horn are still messily gunked up, but it seems that she's managed to tear away the blue slime that had sealed her eyes shut.
>"That's enough out of you, Flurry!" she shouts. "You're acting like a…uh…"
>Luster casts her eyes across the bed.
>She looks at you, and you blankly blink back.
>She looks at Cozy, who appears to be checking an invisible watch on her fetlock.
>She looks at your Queen, then trails her gaze down her body, across her pudgy paunch, and along the thick swathes of yellowish goop that still stain the bed covers.
>"Wh-whoa."
>Luster looks back at your Queen.
>"Nice belly."

*** 37 ***

>…
>Magic really is amazing.
>When a godly alicorn and a prodigious unicorn put their magical noggins together, anything is possible.
>Such as cleaning your brain;
>Cleaning your mares;
>Cleaning your bed;
>And so much more!
>…Basically, though—a *lot* of cleaning.
>About thirty minutes have passed since Luster rejoined the fray, and your mares have mostly spent that time on clean-up duty.
>After all, an extensive amount of magical TLC is required to wash off the sexual stinks and sensual stains that have contaminated Flurry's bedchamber.
>On the bright side, you haven't had to do much of anything in the meantime.
>You are a magicless Master, which means that there's no point in straining yourself when you can simply get your enslaved spellcasters to do it for you.
>So for now, you can just relax.
>And as a fellow magicless being, Cozy can relax, too.
>Thus, you and your Royal Advisor lazily cuddle in bed while Flurry and Luster work together to get the cumstains out of the bed covers.
>After Flurry's Queenly episode, you took the opportunity to relocate yourself over to the other pillow; from your perspective, it's the one on the rightmost side of the bed.
>This pillow happens to feel just as soft against the back of your head—but far less covered in mare drool.
>Cozy is currently snuggled up to your left side; her head rests on top of your chest, her left foreleg is draped over your stomach, and her tail is laxly coiled around the lower part of your left leg.
>She also wears a cream-coloured sleeping mask over her face that covers her eyes, and you're pretty sure she procured it from one of Flurry's drawers.
>The two of you are mostly tucked under the cleaner half of the pink duvet, with only your upper torso and her head exposed to the open air.
>Your left arm is comfily wrapped around her toned yet tender body, while your hand rests upon her calmly breathing belly, idly caressing it.
>She smells really nice, and for good reason, too—she's had to spritz a lot of perfume all over her body in order to fully mask the stench of Luster's ass.
>The results sniff for themselves, though; your Advisor's scent now brings to mind sugary sweets amidst a bright flowery field.
>Unfortunately, her baby-blue mane is still kind of a mussed mess, looking more like a graveyard for ravaged ringlets than anything else.
>From what she told you earlier, it takes a lot of time to get her curls in working order—and right now, she'd rather spend that time convalescing with you.
>She did, however, remember to put her cream-coloured bow back on—concealed magic jammer included.
>Cozy is a mare with many tricks up her sleeve—and in her bow too, it seems.
>You, on the other hand, are about as naked as they come.
>Well, except for one thing—you've now put on a fresh pair on boxers.
>You've fucked a fuckton of mare pussy today.
>Little Anon has rightfully earned his rest.
>And so has the rest of you, honestly.

>Other than the aforementioned elucidation of her mane curling habits, you and Cozy have barely uttered a word to each other since you cuddled up together—and that's because you don't need to.
>The two of you are more than content enough to silently drink in each other's soothing presence.
>In the background, you can hear faint magical hums, rigorous scrubbing sounds, and idle chatter between Flurry and Luster.
>You can only make out the tiniest snippets of their small talk—something about them now being "belly besties."
>Honestly, you don't really care about staying privy to their corpulent conversation.
>Because at the moment, your attention is fully on Cozy Glow.
>You take in her pleasantly perfumed scent, listen to the gentle sounds of her breathing, and feel the comforting warmth of her body heat being shared with your own.
>Using your left hand, you give the upturned side of Cozy's tummy a few slow strokes, feeling the silky smoothness of her soft coat.
>She leisurely yawns across your chest, slothfully sniffles a few times, and nestles herself even deeper into your left side.
>"Mm~" she happily hums to herself.
>Her marely serenity is as soothing to see as it is amusing to think about.
>To think, not too long ago, this treacherous pegasus once sought to bend you and the rest of your herd to her self-serving will.
>But thanks to the efforts of your ever-loyal herd, you were able to turn the tables on her and thus bend her to *your* will instead.
>However, despite your conclusive victory, it seems that this situation has worked out to be a win-win for the both of you.
>Cozy might not have successfully usurped your herd, but she now has her Nonny, and for that—she is gratified.
>And as for you, you can't help but feel an immense surge of Masterly pride at managing to bringing this silver-tongued supervillain under your heel and into your herd.
>No doubt she will serve you well in the times to come.
>For now, though?
>She is simply your mare.
>She has a mare's wants and a mare's needs—and cuddling up to her Master like this satisfies both, filling her up with an intrinsic sense of solace and security.
>To her, you are her doting predator—and she is your cherished prey.
>You and her find instinctual symbiosis in one another, and in that symbiosis—deep love.
>She implicitly trusts you, and she is entirely comfortable in letting her protective predator run his strong alien hands all over her body.
>Thus, you do just that.

>First off, you continue to rub her belly with your left hand; this elicits a few contented murmurs from her lips.
>Cozy's toned tummy is a honed marvel of marely might.
>You can feel her rock-solid abdominal muscles practically pulse with power through your fingertips, giving you an ever-present reminder of just how fit your partner really is.
>It's quite the change of pace from Luster's pudgy paunch or Flurry's slender stomach, you must admit.
>But at the same time, Cozy's athletic body happens to carry a charm all its own—and you're certainly not gonna complain about the variety of tummies to fondle, at any rate.
>Trailing your hand upwards and forwards, you leave her belly behind and move over to her upturned flank.
>With most of your bodies concealed under the duvet, it's difficult to know exactly where it is you're groping—but you believe you've located the area where her rook-shaped cutie mark is.
>You lightly press your palm upon it, feeling her thigh jitter a little in response.
>Cozy's nostrils flare in and out as she takes a slow, nasally breath…
>Inhale…
>Exhale…
>She pauses.
>And then snuggles into your side some more.
>Taking that cuddly act as her express approval to keep going, you contract your hand into a claw position and gently scritch at her cutie mark.
>"Mmf~"
>She lightly lifts her hindleg up into your touch, unconsciously wanting more of your affectionate fingers.
>Naturally, you gleefully give her more of said affectionate fingers.
>"Mm~"
>You scritch and scratch at her short flankfur, feeling up her robust haunch as you do.
>Her supple coat feels just as silkily soft here as it is everywhere else on her body.
>Her smooth skin is utterly unblemished, possessing no scars or cuts of any kind.
>Her robust muscle potently ripples underneath your flexing fingertips, reminding you of just how physically powerful your precious prey really is.

>You can't help but feel a little humbled at her perfect physique.
>It took no small amount of effort from you and your mares to bring this pegasus under your dominion.
>But at the very end, Cozy was the one who held the final advantage.
>She could've chosen to have the last laugh.
>Instead, she chose to take the first step.
>She willingly gave herself over to you and begged to become your mare.
>You could chalk this turnaround to the potent influence of Flurry's heart magic influencing Cozy's actions.
>But still…you wonder…
>Said wondering is sharply cut short—as Cozy suddenly lets out a snorty whicker against your bare chest, making clear her mareish approval to your continued butt scratching.
>She smacks her pony chops a few times, hums a little, and then leisurely nuzzles into your left pec.
>Despite her admittedly base behaviour, her posture is completely relaxed, showing you that she is wholly untroubled when it comes to displaying her more horsier side around you.
>The presence of her sleeping mask means that you are unable to see her eyes, but you note that she has a widely dumb smile upon her face.
>Unlike before, though, this isn't a smile forced upon her by Luster's mind-bending magic.
>This is a natural smile, one born from deep mareish contentment.
>She's happy to be with you.
>You elect to keep scritching and rubbing at her chess-based cutie mark, knowing that you're handily satisfying her horsey instincts by doing so.
>"Mm…mm~"
>She approves.

>Your right hand has been slackly resting upon the bedsheets, so you decide to put your second set of scritchers to work.
>Crossing your right arm over the foreleg that she has outstretched over your stomach, you rest your hand upon her barrel—her folded up wing, specifically.
>Her feathers feel so soft and fluffy; she definitely takes good care of them, much like she does with the rest of her body.
>You imagine that pegasi must go through great lengths to keep their wings in top form—both aesthetically and physically.
>Cozy is clearly no exception to this; with her curled mane, toned physique, and immaculate wings, she must take great pains to ensure that she looks her very best whenever possible.
>Flurry, on the other hand, is the kind of mare who can fall out of bed after pulling an all-nighter and still look incredibly photogenic.
>Chalk it up to her alicorn genetics, you suppose.
>…But enough about Flurry—back to Cozy.
>You slowly trail your fingers along her plumed muscle, soon reaching the bony joint where her wing meets her barrel.
>This area must house the equivalent of a wing's armpit.
>It must be so sensitive.
>…
>Gently slipping your fingers underneath her folded wing and her strong barrel, you give her tender wingpit a soft scritch.
>"G-gah!" she gasps in shock, head shooting up.
>In hindsight, you probably should've expected that to happen.
>Shifting onto her belly, Cozy turns to face you.
>She pulls up her sleeping mask so you can see her full expression.
>Yep, she's glaring at you.
>It's a light, pouty glare, but a glare nonetheless.
"A-ahah," you nervously chuckle, "maybe I—"
>She suddenly and sternly boops you on the nose with her left forehoof.
"O-ow." You reflexively pull your right hand out of the danger zone.
>"Tease."
>The trauma? Blunt but brief.
>The sting to your pride from having been scolded by your slave? Soul piercing.
>Cozy holds her condemnatory expression for a couple more seconds, before letting her pout soften.
>Leaning in, she plants an affectionate peck upon your booped nose.
>*Chu*
>Pulling away, she uses her left forehoof to thoughtfully stroke along your right cheek.
>"Warn me next time, okay?"
"U-um," you sputter out, "y-yeah, sorry."
>"Mhm," she gently hums in acceptance.
>Gee, look at you, Anonymous—apologising to the slave who once tried to mindbreak you.
>How far you've come.
>Or is it how low you've sunk?
>Eh, whatever.

"Pegasi are quite sensitive down there, aren't they?"
>This question is one born from curiosity, yet tempered by experience.
>You are a practised masseur, of course, but your few winged clients have always been very jumpy when it comes to anything involving their feathered appendages.
>"Obviously." Cozy nods. "It's where my wing meets my body. Nopony with even an ounce of self-preservation would want to leave this area unguarded."
>Moving her hoof away from your face, she lifts up the top portion of the duvet and idly stretches her left wing about in the air, showing herself off to you.
>"Our wings are something we only leave in the care of our loved ones—as I'm sure Flurry has told you already."
"Yeah." You nod. "She has."
>While you're here, you find yourself plagued by a pinioned curiosity, so you decide to address it:
"Hey, Cozy, have you ever let someone else handle your wings?"
>She shakes her head.
>"No. You're the first one other than me to touch my wings like this."
"I see."
>She takes a brief pause, gazing to the side.
>"Sometimes, your parents will help preen your wings for you, but…"
>She trails off.
>"Actually, Flurry tried to preen my wings, once."
"Oh?"
>"She used her magic."
"Oh."
>"Nearly defeathered me."
>"It was an accident!" a voice calls out from across the bed.
>Cozy rolls her eyes.
"Ahah…"
>Whether it be their pastel plumage or the sleek musculature itself, a pony's wings are their pride and joy.
>They're all too happy to show them off, but incredibly touchy when it comes to someone else touching them.
>It's only with those they truly trust that they're comfortable letting their wings be handled.
>Cozy is a very enigmatic mare—even when she's been enslaved—but you like to think you know who it is that she trusts most in this world.
>Thus, lifting up your left arm, you carefully rest your hand upon the delt of her left wing.
>You cast her a cautious glance, ready to warn her like she asked:
"May I?"
>She gives you a courteous nod and a soft smile.
>"Of course, Master."

>Using both of your hands, you gingerly feel up her wing, starting with the muscly portion.
>"Mm…"
>With a low, throaty hum, Cozy allows herself to relax at your exploratory touch; lying down on her right side, she rests her head on your left bicep as she calmly watches you fondle her feathered limb.
>This wing is strong enough to keep her whole body afloat with its powerful flaps, yet you also note that the "arm" itself is quite thin—having only about half the girth of a foreleg or hindleg.
>The sleekness of this limb serves to aid her aerodynamic exploits, but the lack of bulk also makes it a more vulnerable part of her body than most.
>Small wonder most pegasi are wholly uncomfortable with having their wings handled; one wrong move—or one malicious act—and even the beefiest of feathered equines could find themselves grounded permanently.
>Cozy, however, fully trusts you; she feels entirely at ease in letting you manipulate her fragile appendage in such a manner—provided you inform her of your intent beforehand, of course.
>Much like the rest of her body, your partner's pink wing is in immaculate shape; it has been perfectly preened by her own meticulous efforts, and so her fluffy feathers flow like fine silk.
>These are the pinions of an angel; no doubt about it.
>However, even the most pulchritudinous angel pales in comparison to a bonafide goddess.
>Even as you feel up Cozy's pleasant plumage, you can't help but be reminded Flurry's wings are roughly twice the size of hers.
>That's not a failing on your partner's part, though.
>After all, if you're being directly compared to an alicorn—there isn't much anypony can do.
>Still, you can't help but wonder if this natural disparity may have given rise to resentment.
>You've been there.
>…Moving on, you decide to feel up Cozy's wing in a different way.
>With your left hand attentively rubbing at her right wing's arm, you gingerly rest your right index just below her wingpit.
>Her eyes laser focus on your encroaching finger, and you can feel her tense up in trepidation.
>She already knows what you plan to do, but you figure that there's no harm in being extra courteous about it, so you address her as such:
"I'm going in."
>She lightly gulps.
>"O-okay."
>This nervous side of her is so cute.
>Not wishing to keep her waiting any longer, you slip a few fingers into her sensitive wingpit and give it some gentle scritches.
>"A-ah—!" she sharply inhales.
>Her upturned wing fully flares out, pointing straight up towards the bed's crystal canopy.
>You pause.
"Too much?"
>She holds her breath for a moment, and then shakily exhales.
>"K-keep going…"
>You nod.

>Acquiescing to the winged whims of your trusted Advisor, you continue fingering her wingpity.
>"Nnm…! Mmg…!"
>She adorably squirms and sweetly moans at your tickly touch.
>You can also feel her muscly thighs excitedly clamp themselves around your left leg; thankfully, she's lucid enough to avoid break your bones—but she does "bumpily" assault your hip a little.
>Her wingpit is warm, fluffy—and a little sweaty.
>Speaking of warm wetness, you're starting to feel something trickle down your thigh.
>…She's enjoying this *far* more than you thought she would.
>You should probably quit while you're ahead, though—this bed doesn't need any more stains.
>Thus, you pull your right hand out of her sweaty wingpit, leaving your partner gasping for placidity.
>"Hah…! Hah…! Hah…!"
>A grin creeps up on your face.
"You liked that, I'm guessing?"
>After blinking a few times, she shoots you a blushing pout.
>"Hmph. Maybe."
>You chuckle.
"Good enough for me."
>Lifting your sweat-slickened digits up to your nostrils, you give it a few sniffs.
>Your olfactory actions cause Cozy to rapidly blink several times, completely nonplussed.
>The musk on your fingers smells very tart—as sweat often is—but you can also whiff out her trademark cinnamony scent in the midst of it all.
>At this point, you wonder if each pastel pony has their own innate flavour that seeps into everything they are.
>If you were to take a bite out of her flesh, would she taste—
>Better hit the brakes on that line of thought.
>Cozy is currently looking at you like you just sniffed up her own B.O. right in front of her face.
>Because, well, you kind of did.
>"You're such a weirdo."
>Such scathing sincerity from your slave.
>It deserves an honest response in turn:
"Hey, I can't help it. You smell really good."
>Her expression softens.
>"Mhm…"
>She eyes your fingers for a couple more seconds, before continuing with a soft tone:
>"If you like it that much, then I won't stop you."
>It's not like she could stop you anyway; she's your slave.
>She continues with a smirk:
>"Just don't act too surprised if I suddenly stuff your whole face up against my sweaty wingpit and force you to huff it until you become hopelessly addicted to my musk, weirdo."
>You blink.
"Um."
>Now *you're* the one totally nonplussed.
>Luridly descriptive what-ifs like that don't come from nowhere.
>You know it. She knows it.
>And that's why she swiftly turns her head away to the side, furiously flushing.
>"N-never mind," she sputters out. "Forget I said anything."

>There's that cute, uncertain side of her again.
>It coaxes out another grin from your lips.
"Don't worry, my lips are sealed."
>Furtively wiping your sweaty fingers off on the top of the duvet, you cup Cozy's chin with your right hand and gently tilt her head your way.
"As for *where* they're sealed, though…"
>Slowly retrieving your hand from her chin, you shoot her a playful wink.
"…maybe I'll leave that part up to you."
>Her lips part, her eyes widen, and her ears perk up.
>You're totally relishing the cathartic sensation that comes from teasing this mare, yes—but you also mean every word.
>Perhaps you're giving her too much power over you, given what she's done.
>But at the same time, you know this mare loves feeling in control—and you know she still wishes to assert some level of control over you.
>Now that you've safely secured her as your slave, you see no harm in humouring these dominant desires of hers.
>After all, you're already indulging your Soulmate—so why not your partner?
>Cozy ponders your earnest offer for a second longer than necessary.
>She then swiftly shakes her head and clears her throat to recollect herself.
>"Let's focus on taking the throne before we start worrying about your freaky fantasies."
>You snerk.
"Sounds like a plan."
>You let your left hand fall down along her body to rest upon her cutie mark once more.
"And hey," you speak up, "once we take the throne…"
>Raising your right hand all the way up to the plumed tips of her lifted left wing, you lightly press your fingers against her primary feathers.
"…how about I finally give those wings of yours a good preening?"
>Cozy ponders your earnest offer for just the right amount of time.
>She then casts you a warm smile and an amicable nod.
>"I'd like that."
>Dextrously manoeuvring her wing into your hand, she lovingly intertwines her feathers with your fingers.
>"A lot."
>Your right hand and her left wing gracefully fall down atop your bare bodies, digits still tightly interlinked.
>With a forehoof, she pulls down her sleeping mask and rests her head atop your chest, closing her concealed eyes.
>Using your left hand, you pull up the top flap of the duvet so that it once again covers the both of you from Cozy's neck down.
>You sigh into the air; she sighs against your skin.
>And the two of you calmly enjoy one another's presence.
>As partners.

>…
>Around ten more minutes have passed.
>And two has become four.
>That is to say, your full herd has now joined you in bed.
>Honestly, the idea of having a 'full herd' is still quite surreal to you.
>If you were to travel a month back in time and tell your past self that he'd eventually form a harem with three pretty pink mares who live to serve his every need—he'd understandably call you out for being full of shit.
>However, it's true.
>You are Anonymous, and you do in fact have a harem with three pretty pink mares who live to serve your every need—although, you suppose the correct terminology here is that you have a "herd."
>These three mares all once sought to humiliate and break you in their own pettily vindictive ways.
>The light-pink alicorn was a bratty xenophobe; she initially held you in cold contempt, yet her innocent heart was also deeply curious about you—and so she quickly wished to enslave you and make you her personal pet.
>The cerise-pink unicorn was a depraved xenophiliac; she long held an unspoken flame for you, but those unrequited feelings steadily smouldered into raunchy rapaciousness—and so she eventually desired to dominate you and make you her "humie" husband.
>The salmon-pink pegasus was a manipulative chess master; she yearned to control not just her friends, but you as well—and so she played the long con to do exactly that.
>You must admit, the odds were certainly stacked against you.
>But somehow, you came out on top—you bagged all three of these mares and made them into your slaves.
>You turned the alicorn into your Soulmate.
>You turned the unicorn into your Mated Sow.
>You turned the pegasus into…
>Well, officially, she's your Royal Advisor—but she's also your partner: the mare who gave you a fighting chance to begin with.
>Despite your differences and disputes, you owe a lot to her.
>That's why you'll warmly welcome her into your herd in spite of her deceptive nature.
>And that's why you won't begrudge her goals, either.

>Anyway, where were you?
>Ah, that's right.
>You and three of your finest mares are all lying in Flurry's bed together.
>This time, it's not for sexual purposes.
>Flurry and Luster have returned from their attempts to wash the bed's duvet.
>From what they've told you: Flurry thinks you should burn it, while Luster believes that its deep-rooted stink now tells a harmonious story.
>In other words—it's probably fucked.
>A lot has happened today, and your loins need ample time to recover.
>The flesh can be made willing, but the soul is spongy and bruised.
>You haven't moved from your previous spot; thus, the back of your head still rests against the bed's rightmost pillow, while the pink duvet continues to cover up most of your body.
>However, now that you've been joined by two additional mares, the space around you has become an incredibly valuable commodity.
>Luster is now snuggled into your left side, head resting atop the left half of your pillow and facing straight up; she lies on her back, proudly pointing her pudgy paunch up into the underside of the pink duvet.
>Your left hand laxly rests on top of said pudgy paunch, giving it a few idle rubs here and there.
>Her flamey mane is an unabashed bedhead of messy follicles, free and frumpy; naturally, she has nothing tying up her horsey hair—and that's just the way you like it.
>Cozy has relocated herself to rest directly on top of your torso, head resting atop your chest; she lies on her front, extending her forelegs forwards so that both her hooves slip over your shoulders and cross below your pillow, thus gently supporting your head from underneath your plushy cushion.
>Unfortunately, her feathers and your fingers are no longer interlinked, as her wings have now been folded up to her sides, while both of your hands are otherwise occupied by other ponies.
>Her sleeping mask currently covers her eyes, sparing her sights from both the waking world and her fellow herdmates; she also has her head angled on its right side—making doubly sure that she has no reason to acknowledge the unicorn on your left.
>Last but not least, Flurry is now cuddled into your right side, head resting atop the right half of your pillow; she lies on her left side, forelegs curled up to her chest.
>Your right arm loops around her body so that your hand rests on top of her belly—which is presently not so slender.
>As is custom when it comes to sleeping with your Soulmate, she's wearing a small pink fluffy pompom atop her horn—don't wanna have your eye poked out, after all.

>Currently, Flurry is staring straight at you.
>With her face only a short distance away from yours, you can see her light-blue eyes shimmer with a Queen's concern for her King.
>She opens her mouth and speaks up, tone relaying that very same concern:
>"Are you sure you're feeling okay, Master? I can cast another remedial spell if you like."
>Lightly shaking your head, you smile at her.
"I'm good, Flurry. Pretty sure you scrubbed all of your pheromones out of my system."
>"Mhm…" she pensively hums.
>You've come to learn that Flurry's Queenly pheromones decompose on their own after enough time has passed.
>However, your Soulmate is ever the cautious one.
>"Okay," she replies, "if you're absolutely, super-duper certain that you feel perfectly fine…"
>She pauses, expecting a response.
>You chuckle.
"I am."
>She lets out a soft titter of her own.
>"Then I'll let you be for now."
>She leans in and plants a caring kiss upon your lips.
>*Mwah*
>Pulling away, she flashes you a gentle smile.
>"But please let me know if you feel even just a *little* funny, alright? Even if you have to wake me up to do it—I don't mind."
>You nod.
"Will do."
>Your Soulmate also loves to coddle you—in fact, she'd probably coddle you forever if you asked her to.
>Still, these feelings come from a place of genuine love and Queenly compassion—so you don't hold it against her.
>"Okay!" Flurry proudly addresses her herdmates. "Good night, everypony!"
>"Mm," Cozy quietly hums.
>Luster lazily responds:
>"Good nigh—"
>Luster's brows suddenly furrow as she shoots her Alpha Mare a bemused look.
>"Hey, wait a minute, it's still the afternoon! Is your clock on backwards or something?"
>Flurry blinks.
>"Oh, right!"
>She clears her throat and readdresses her herdmates.
>"Good afternoon, everypony! Have a nice…" She thoughtfully taps her chin. "…sleep?"
>Luster tilts her head, slightly befuddled.
>"And here I thought we were just having a quick cuddle sesh before our next round…" she mumbles to herself.
>Luster then addresses Flurry directly:
>"Are you sure this is the best time for the four of us to be falling asleep?"
>"Well," Flurry responds, "we *are* cuddling—and yes, it is *very* important we all get our beauty sleep in!"
>She looks to you.
>"Master needs time to recover after everything we've put him through today."
>You mutely nod to her, seeing no problem with her plan of action.
>She looks down to Cozy.
>"Glowie, too. I'm sure making our collars can't have been easy for you."
>Flurry plants a tender smooch on Cozy's forehead.
>*Chu*
>Cozy's snout reflexively scrunches up.
>"You've put in a lot of work for all four of us," Flurry continues, "so, I think you've more than earned the right to recuperate with your Master."

>Cozy's response comes in the form of an aloof "hmph," but you can also feel her tail—which is still lightly wrapped around your lower part of your left leg—tighten up just a little bit more.
>Luster, however, scoffs.
>"Seriously, Flurry. Don't forget that she made those collars specifically so *she* could enslave *us.*"
>Lusters eyes the back of Cozy's head with clear scepticism.
>"She *definitely* wasn't trying to do us any favours."
>Flurry's ear nervously flicks.
>"I-I know that. B-but…u-um…"
>She quickly changes the subject:
>"Wh-what about you, Lustie? Aren't you feeling a little tired, too? You've had to cast a lot of magic today, and I know that can be pretty draining."
>Luster's expression lightens.
>"Mm…well, you're not wrong…"
>She takes the chance to yawn up into the air, and she lazily smacking her chops a few times afterwards.
>"…Yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind catching some z's with my Boar, eheh."
>She shoots you a wide and warm grin.
>You softly pat her chubby belly a few times, eliciting a few hearty oinks from your Sow.
>She then turns onto her right side and snuggles closer to you, squishing her soft stomach into your left flank.
>After giving your left cheek an affectionate nuzzle, Luster addresses Flurry with a jovial tone:
>"So, what's *your* excuse, Flurry? 'Cause I'm sure you've already got one prepared."
>Flurry cheerily nods.
>"I do!"
>Using her right forehoof, she partially lifts up the duvet and gazes down her barrel.
>"And it's, um, this."
>You can see your right hand laxly resting upon her belly.
>As for her belly itself, it's, well…
>It's still quite cumflated, having retained a good deal of "mass" from earlier.
>Currently, it's about the same size as Luster's pudgy paunch.
>Thus, neither you nor your Sow need to question her motives any further.
>"My body needs time to properly process this…added weight. And the best way for me to do that is when I'm in hiberna—" Flurry quickly clears her throat. "—s-sleeping."
>Turning her head over to you, she casts you a cordial smile.
>"Also, my body works its absolute bestest whenever I feel safe and snuggly with you, Master, so that's why I want you close by me while I sleep."
"Hm…"
>Thinking about it, ever since you had collared Flurry, she always made sure to share her sleeping hours with you, even if it meant teleporting all the way from her castle into your house—which it usually did.
>At the time, you just assumed this to be the needy behaviour of a needy princess—because, to be fair, she *is* extremely needy.
>But now, considering how her magic appears to be directly powered by your love, you can't help but wonder if your Queen possesses a biological inclination to stay close to her King as she slumbers.
"Are you saying that I'm kind of like a powerup for you?" you ask with an intrigued eyebrow.
>She leans in and merrily nuzzles your right cheek.
>"Only the *biggest* powerup! Hehe~!"

>She cuddles a little closer to you and squishes her tubby tummy into your right side.
>With that, you now have two chubby mares happily pressing their malleable midsections into your body.
>You have Luster on the left, and Flurry on the right.
>Both bellies are equally plump and pleasantly pliant—and it feels like you've been sandwiched between two warm pillows.
>However, there is a clear difference between these two tummies:
>One gurgles with good food, while the other sloshes with your cum.
>It's…certainly an interesting dichotomy, that's for sure.
>Of course, it would be utterly remiss of you to forget about the mare in the middle—for she truly completes the set.
>Cozy's carefully chiselled body calmly rests atop your own, placidly breathing in and out.
>You can feel her rock-hard abs pulse with power—seriously, you could probably grate cheese with those things.
>Her muscular physique is as impressive as it is imposing; Flurry and Luster may have their magic—but Cozy's brawny build is a lethal weapon all its own.
>Despite this inherent danger, though—you can't help but be overcome by a strange sense of solace and security as her beefy body readily shares its warmth with yours.
>Her strong thighs straddle and encompass your own, while her sturdy forelegs steadily support your head from behind.
>Once again, you find yourself being given another firm reminder of just how physically potent your prey is in comparison to you.
>Thus, when your bodies are deeply intertwined in such an intimate manner, it almost feels as if she's shielding you from any potential rivals or threats.
>Like she's a prey animal fiercely protecting her precious predator.
>Or perhaps she's simply being possessive.
>Either explanation could work, really.
>In any case, with a toned tummy on top, and a chubby belly at each side—you're essentially trapped between a rock and two soft places.
>You don't mind, though—you don't mind one bit.
>At first, you did worry about overheating while squished in between these warm bodies—but thankfully, Luster happens to know a spell that keeps everyone's temperature safely regulated.
>Magic really *is* amazing.

>"So," Luster speaks up again, "just to be clear, I'm more than happy to get close and cuddly with the herd—but what if somepony comes into the room and sees us all together like this?"
>A most disquieting question indeed, but it appears that Luster has forgotten something:
"Isn't the door magically locked?"
>"Yeah, it is." Luster nods to you. "But if one of Flurry's parents really needed her for something—they could just teleport in."
"Oh."
>Damn.
>You never even considered that.
>It's a good thing you never had any sudden visitations while you were breaking in any of your slaves—because things would have gotten real awkward real fast.
>"I mean," Luster continues, "your folks let you get away with a lot of things, Flurry—but even you'd have trouble explaining something like this away."
>Luster then throws a brief glance down to Flurry's cum-stretched stomach.
>"And *that.*"
>Trailing her gaze back up to Flurry's face, Luster shoots her herdmate a playful grin.
>"Don't get me wrong, I still think it's a really good look for you."
>Luster's expression turns serious.
>"But if word gets around that you've been hanging out with an alien—*and* that he's been making your belly grow bigger, then…y'know."
>Luster leaves it there, for you and Flurry already fully grasp the implications.
>Through stealthy subterfuge and a pinch of dumb luck, you've managed to keep your relationship with Princess Flurry Heart under wraps from the world at large.
>However, if ponies were to discover what *really* goes on in this pristine pink bedroom…
>Well, you can only imagine the flagitious fates that lie in store for all four of you:
>Political disrepute.
>Parental discipline.
>Primate defenestration.
>Needless to say—no-one, nopony, and *nocreature* can ever know of your herd's debauched decadence.
>…At least, not until you've well and truly conquered Equestria.

>"First off, Lustie," Flurry answers with a confident air, "my parents would *never* teleport into my bedroom unannounced."
>Briefly closing her eyes, she snootily turns up her snout.
>"That'd be a total breach of my privacy."
>She speaks with such haughty self-assurance that you find yourself inclined to believe her.
>But still…you can't deny that the risk was always there—no matter how small.
>"Second," Flurry continues, opening her eyes. "Thank you."
>Flurry looks down along her barrel and gives her protruding paunch a few smug rubs.
>"I'm quite proud of my new tummy."
>Luster chuckles.
>"That's my belly bestie~"
>Flurry nods with an affirmative "Mm-hmm~! Mm-hmm~!" before continuing:
>"THIRDLY!" she excitedly booms.
>You, Luster, and Cozy all flinch at Flurry's sudden spurt of royal volume.
>"U-um, sorry," Flurry apologises.
>Clearing her throat, your Queen carefully speaks with her inside voice:
>"Thirdly, even if somepony *were* to come in here—"
>She narrows her eyes at no-one in particular.
>"—fourthly, I'd blast them for their utter lack of decorum—"
>She smiles at you and Luster.
>"—and *fifthly,* they wouldn't see any of us, because I can simply cast a spell of concealment to hide our presence."
"Oh yeah…"
>At this point, you consider yourself to be well-acquainted with concealing spells and their clandestine applications.
>However, you never thought to use one as a way of sleeping in someone else's abode undetected.
>Maybe you should have.
>To think, had you been more magically curious—you could have been stealthily napping in Flurry's cushy bed from the very moment you collared her.
>…Eh, no use dwelling on it—what's past is past.
>Not only do you now have full access to the finest royal comforts, but you also have three warm mares to serve as your cuddly cushions.
>You are no longer longing for comfort—comfort is longing for you.
>"A concealment spell, huh…"
>Luster muses on the matter for a few seconds, then nods affirmatively.
>"…you know what, that just might work—assuming nopony thinks to take a closer look, that is."
>Flurry's response is curt and candid:
>"If they do, I'll blast them."

>Luster snortily chuckles.
>"Okay, fair enough—you've officially won me over on this afternoon nap of yours, Flurry."
>She lights up her horn, but doesn't cast anything.
>"You wanna do the honours, or should I?"
>"I'll cast it," Flurry replies with a prideful tone. "As this herd's Alpha Mare, I should be the one to handle matters like this."
>"Alright," Luster agreeably responds, dissipating the magic around her horn, "sounds good."
"Yeah," you add in your own approval.
>Cozy, who had been staying silent for a good long while, takes the opportunity to speak her mind:
>"Remember to mask our scents this time—otherwise, they'd smell us as soon as they walked through the door."
>Flurry nods with a hum.
>"Not to worry, Glowie; I've got it covered—and I'll make sure to suppress our sounds, too.
>"Hmph, good," Cozy responds. "I don't wanna be caught dead sleeping with you girls."
>Flurry's ears flop down a little in response to Cozy's outspoken disdain.
>Luster, however, briefly wrinkles her nose, and then lets out a wry chuckle.
>"Aw, come on Cozy. There's no need to be like that around us."
>Luster casually rests a forehoof on Cozy's right shoulder.
>"'Cause from what I remember, you *sure* weren't complaining while you were eating up my butt, eheh~"
>Cozy snaps her head over Luster's way, prompting your Sow to reflexively pull back her hoof.
>Flipping up her sleeping mask, Cozy pierces Luster with glaring ire.
>"Drop dead."
>Luster's lips curl into a smirk.
>"I can think of a *much* better place to drop."
>Cozy's pointed glare twists into a venomous snarl.
>Luster continues without a care:
>"My fat tushy on your soft fac—"
"Okay."
>You give Luster's belly a brief but stern squeeze, interrupting her.
>"—ah!"
"Girls," you adopt an authoritative tone. "There will be *no* antagonising each other within this herd, are we clear?"
>Luster's eyes flit to you, and her smug smirk is swiftly subdued by shame.
>She looks to the side, ears flattening.
>"S-sorry, Master. Got a bit carried away."
>A "bit." Right.
>She has a bad habit of doing that.
>Meanwhile, Cozy is still staring death at Luster.
>Flurry uses this chance to clear her throat and speak up:
>"Um, yeah! Master's right! There's no reason for us to be fighting each other now that we're a herd!"
>Taking a brief breath, Flurry addresses both of her herd sisters:
>"Glowie, Lustie, I know you have your differences, but we're all gonna have to learn to get along with each other, okay?"
>Tilting her head your way, Flurry casts you a soft smile.
>"If not for yourselves, then do it for Master."
>You nod, smiling back.
>Luster also nods, adding an affirmative hum.

>Cozy sighs, then turns her head over to look at Flurry.
>"Flurry, you better not do anything weird to me or Master while we're asleep."
>Your Queen blinks in surprise at Cozy's sudden change of topic, but quickly nods her head with great confidence.
>"Don't worry, Glowie, I won't. I've got my, um, urges under control."
>"Good."
>You feel Cozy's body protectively tighten around your own.
>"Because if you try anything—I'll make you wish you were just sent to Tartarus."
>Flurry's eyes anxiously flit away from Cozy's.
>"A-ahah…" she nervously giggles.
>Sensing her discomfort, you give her potbelly a few reassuring rubs and a warm smile.
"Don't mind her, Flurry. Cozy's just being cautious."
>Your Soulmate flashes you a somewhat weary smile.
>"Yeah…I know."
>"'Me or Master,' huh…" Luster bitterly mumbles to herself. "Good to know where her priorities lie…"
>The tension's so thick you could cut it with a knife.
>Not just that, but you suspect your Sow might be starting to feel a little left out, given recent events.
>You doubt that any of you will be able to get to sleep like this.
>Flurry might be your Alpha Mare, but as this herd's Master and "stallion"—you believe you should help out wherever and whenever you can.
>Thus, you decide to put your best foot forward in cheering up your three mares.
"Hey, girls," you calmly address your herd, "how about a kiss before we head to sleep?"
>Like the pointed bristles of an overly stimulated hedgehog, equine ears from every angle attentively perk up into the air.
>All eyes are now on you—intrigued amber, sharp scarlet, and longing light blue.
"Just something to show my earnest appreciation for my three most loyal mares."
>You turn to your Soulmate.
"We'll start with you, Flurry—"
>"Okay!" Flurry replies incredibly quickly.

>Letting out a quiet chuckle at her expedient eagerness, you slide your right hand up along her body and gently scritch underneath her left ear; it excitedly flicks in response.
>"Mm~" she happily hums, angling her head into your touch.
"Whenever you're ready."
>She nods.
>"Right."
>Closing her eyes and flaring out her nostrils, she quietly moves in and plants her plush lips right against yours.
>She lets them linger there for a good long while, idly sucking on your mouth while subtly rubbing her lips against yours.
>Her horsey nostrils deeply exhale into your own, and you peaceably breathe in her sweetly sour mare air—for it is the contented scent of an utterly tamed Queen.
>Through her becalmed breath, her servile lips, and her honest heartbeat—your Soulmate ensures you know that every square inch of her belongs to you and you alone.
>Her feminine equinity perfectly complements your masculine humanity on every single level; it's as if you two were born to comfort one another like this.
>Maybe you were sent to this world solely so you could become her eventual husband, or perhaps she's a divine goddess given alicorn form—a pony sculpted purely to become your ideal Soulmate and grant you the royal comforts you always deserved.
>It could be both, or it could be mere coincidence that the two of you happen to be the optimal match for each other.
>Whatever the case may be, she is yours—and you are hers.
>The two of you continue to enjoy this intimately breathy back and forth for a bit longer, before Flurry carefully pulls away from your smoochily sucked-on lips.
>*Mwah~*
>It was only a singular kiss, with no tongue involved, yet a single kiss is all you two need.
>Opening her eyes, she flashes you a wholly satisfied smile, implicitly informing you that she feels great pride in being your eternal Soulmate, and that she shall fervently serve you unto perpetuity.
>You cast her an appreciative nod, knowing that words need not be said between you both.

>Thus, you turn to the mare in the middle—your partner.
"Cozy."
>"Mm."
>Grunting a little, Cozy shimmies herself up your body, sliding her well-toned abs along your skin.
>Soon enough, her face hovers just a few inches away from yours.
>She pauses, lids her eyes, and blows a gentle breath across your parted lips.
>It both smells and tastes like cinnamon.
>Similar to Flurry, Cozy flares out her nostrils and plants her soft lips against yours.
>"Mm…mm…mm~"
>She heartily hums out loud as she sensually sucks on your mouth and shares scented breath through your nose.
>Sweet yet spicy. Pretty yet powerful. Cute yet conniving.
>Cozy is a mare of many mysteries and sharp contrasts.
>Even now, you still don't fully understand her.
>Yet you can't help but bear a curious affinity towards this pegasus—an innate desire to cherish and protect her.
>As for why that is, you can't really say.
>Perhaps you are simply resonating with the heart of your Soulmate who beats unconditional clemency for her bestie.
>Or maybe…
>…
>Again, you can't really say.
>However, you do know this:
>She is your partner.
>By her account, she has been keeping an eye on you for a good long while.
>And despite her attempted betrayal—it was ultimately through her designs that you now find yourself lying in a princess's luxury bed while surrounded by three slavishly devoted mares.
>Cozy is no goddess, but you feel as if you can confidently claim her as your angel.
>Perhaps she is your guardian angel—a guiding light who has helped you stay the course all throughout your Masterly journey.
>Although, if this is truly the case, she might end up facing harsh competition from a certain mare in the magazine…
>"Hff…"
>After breathing more of her delicate mare scent directly into your human nostrils, Cozy partially pulls away from you.
>*Mwah*
>She keeps her face hovering a few inches from yours, quietly and mouthily breathing against your lips.
>Neither of you utter a word, yet her scarlet pools tell many turbid tales.
>One of them is as clear as a cloudless day.
>For it speaks of sanguine desire.
>Cozy suddenly plants her lips against yours once more, smooching for a second helping of her precious partner.
>"Mm~"

>Her tongue prods at your lips—and it does not take no for an answer.
>You gladly grant passage to your partner and let her plunder your maw at her pleasure.
>Her moist muscle quickly locates your Masterly lapper and intertwines with it.
>Thus, the two of you swap heady spit while snorting heated breath.
>"Mmmmph~!" she wantonly moans into your mouth. "Mmmmph~!"
>Her toned body grinds against your bare chest, and you can feel her forehooves pushing the back of your head even deeper into her sloppy kiss.
>She's really getting into this.
>Between the chaste smooch from moments ago…and the carnal kiss that you're experiencing right now…
>You quickly come to realise that this is yet another curious contrast that comprises the enigmatic mare known as Cozy Glow.
>This pegasus is all too happy to play the part of pliant prey—yet she'll also make *damn* sure her personal predator knows *exactly* where his mouth belongs.
>Your lips belong on hers, while your tongue deserves to be drenched in copious amounts of her slimy spit.
>Not just that, but your pointy human teeth rightfully belong on her vulnerable pony neck.
>She might be your prey, but you are *her* predator; as such, her tender throat needs to be intimately marked by you at all times, because if it isn't—then she'll fucking force your sharp canines into her neck herself.
>…
>Thankfully, her neckflesh still bears your loving hickey from earlier, so you don't have to worry about your prey getting particularly uppity at the moment.
>The only thing you have to do is survive the rest of this snorty snog with your passionately pushy partner, feeling her huff into your lungs and hearing her moan into your mouth.
>Her horsey tongue tightly twirls around your oral organ, keeping it cordially capitulated—while her body raunchily rocks atop your own, leaving a few moist marks upon your flesh.
>She might've become your slave—but she's claiming you all the same.
>Making you hers.

>Eventually, she pulls away from her encore of a kiss with a slurpy sounding *mwaaah~*—leaving the both of you breathless and gasping.
"Hah…hah…!"
>"Hah…hah…!"
>She keeps her face close to yours, ensuring that you share breath even as you recuperate.
>A few sticky strands of warm saliva still connect your mouths—an enduring reminder of your deep love.
"I…hah…!"
>Closing your mouth and gulping down your partner's spit, you address her:
"I'm pretty sure I said *a* kiss."
>Cozy finds your mutual windedness most amusing, tittering through her nostrils:
>"Hm-hm-hm~! You did, and I stole a kiss for the both of us~"
>She leans back and briefly tilts her head downwards, snoutily gesturing towards herself.
>"One for me~"
>She then leans in and gives your nose a soft nuzzle.
>"And one for you~"
>You arch an eyebrow.
"The both of us, huh…?"
>"Mm-hmm~" she happily hums, sitting upright on your chest.
>You don't think how it works, but whatever.
"So, which one's which?"
>She lets out a husky chuckle, licking her lips.
>"I'll let you figure that one out~"
>Again, you could *command* her to elucidate further, but…you decide against it.
>Cozy is an utterly enigmatic mare, and she does so love to keep her secrets.
>However, you must admit…you find her inscrutable nature impossibly alluring.
>Thus, you address her with a wry grin on your face:
"Alright then, keep your secrets."
>She matches your wryness in equal measure, but has you soundly beat when it comes to smugness.
>"Hm-hm~"
>Cozy slowly slides down your body, maintaining eye contact with you all the while.
>Once her bare groin snugly re-establishes its position above your clothed crotch, she lightly bucks her hips into yours while softly squeezing you in between her strong thighs—giving you a *firm* and slightly moist reminder of her mareish presence.
"A-ah," you quietly gasp out.
>Cozy flashes you a coy half-smirk.
>"Hmph~"
>She then pulls down her sleeping mask and nestles the right side of her head against your chest, content once more.
>You get the feeling that she's not gonna detach her crotch from yours without a fight, so you might as well get used to this new sleeping arrangement.
>It's a good thing you remembered to put some underwear on—this mare would absolutely flatten your dick if you left it inside of her while you slept.
>Anyway, that's two mares down.
>One more to go.
>Turning to the left, you gaze deep into the amber eyes of your herd's unicorn.
>This mare has been waiting patiently for you.
>She always has.
"Luster."
>She blinks a few times, as if snapping out of an idle daydream.
>"H-hey."
>Her lips curl into a somewhat uncertain smile, while her eyes briefly flit down to your mouth and then back to you.
>"Guess I'll…uh…yeah."
>You nod with a smile, giving her tummy a few fond pats.
"Go on. Whenever you're ready."

>Her own smile becomes a bit more confident at your earnest encouragement.
>"'Kay."
>Quietly lidding her eyes, she tentatively rests her pliable lips against yours.
>"Hff…hff…"
>She starts with a sniffly nuzzle, subtly rubbing her snout from side to side while also gently snoofling at your nostrils.
>You, of course, reciprocate her breathy affections, sharing scents and smacking lips with your Mated Sow.
>"Hff…hhffff…"
>Her sniffs become deeper and her nuzzles become bolder as she steadily reclaims that porcine pep you know and love her for.
>Luster is as self-possessed as she is pleasantly plump—however, watching your rivals in love passionately make out with your Master is bound to put a damper on anyone's mood.
>Thankfully, you're here to remind your prize pig that she's just as vital a part of your herd as the other two.
>"Hhffff…hhffff…hff~!"
>Swinish spirit fully restored—she suddenly and excitedly snorts down your nostrils, filling up your lungs with her heatedly hay-ish exhalations.
>This unforeseen searing sensation makes your eyes water a little, but you nonetheless endeavour to calmly breathe in your Sow's scent as a Boar should.
>After all of the intimate breath sharing that you've been doing recently, you like to think you've gotten better at handling these snorty situations.
>From there, you continue to smooch supple lips and share huffy breath with your eager Sow, heartily relishing her piggish essence.
>Unlike Flurry and Cozy, Luster's breath isn't particularly sweet—nor is it tropically fruity, like the taste of her own fluids.
>Instead, her natural aroma is quite the earthy one, serving to both ground your brain and centre your instincts.
>You can smell grassy hay and greasy fast food within that slobbish hogsbreath of hers; it makes you slightly salivate—instilling in you a intrinsic desire to pig out with your beloved Sow.

>However, those aren't the only scents you can whiff out from within her breath—for there's also something else.
>It's a distinctive redolence that sets her even further apart from her peers, placing your Sow in a league all her own.
>Her breath, it…
>It smells like home.
>You don't know why that is—and, honestly, you doubt you'll ever be able to figure out an exact answer.
>But this mare happened to be the first face you ever met in this world.
>She tried her absolute best to help you get settled in Equestria.
>And deep down, she also yearned to settle down with you—to make you her loving husband and raise lots of foals with you.
>She's always held a candle for you, one that blazed brightly with the flames of interspecies passion.
>To that end, her body desired you so much that she ended up rebranding her very destiny to accept yours.
>So, maybe…
>Maybe your Sow *is* your home.
>Not in the literal sense, of course, but rather in the…instinctual sense.
>Her breath warms your body, settles your senses, and soothes your mind.
>The sensation is somewhat similar to Flurry's royal pheromones.
>But instead of impelling implicit subservience, Luster's homely breath fills you up with warm fuzzy feelings.
>It eloquently informs you that she's the optimal mate for you to settle down and raise a family with.
>This pig is a wife. She is absolutely a wife.
>Settle down with her. Rub her fat belly. Praise her fertility.
>Mate her breed her cherish her.
>These are just a few of the thoughts that blitz through your Boarish brain as you ponder her natural breath.
>You love every single one of them—just like you love her.

>Alas, Luster soon pulls away from your chaste smooch, taking those pleasantly piggish thoughts along with her.
>*Mwah*
>She leaves, yet she also lingers, hovering her face a few inches away from yours much like Cozy did.
>Unlike Cozy, though, she doesn't make any further move upon your person—neither does she utter a word.
>She simply stares deep into your soul, amber eyes burning with unspoken need.
>Her lips lie lightly parted, and her nostrils remain partly flared.
>Given your close proximity, you wouldn't be surprised if she could tell exactly what you're thinking right now.
>Still, you decide to air your desires out in the open nonetheless:
"Wanna go for another?"
>It takes less than a second for her supple lips to plant themselves against yours once more.
>You can feel her tongue hungrily prod at your mouth, and so you eagerly let her in.
>Her oral organ quickly meets yours—and soon enough, you find yourself splashing around in the muck together with your mate's muscle.
>"Mlom…mlom…mlom~"
>Loud and sloppy, that's your Sow's modus operandi.
>She happily submits to you in every sense of the word—but she's certainly not going to be quiet about it.
>This Sow is one who oinks with pride at being her beloved Boar's mate.
>*Oink~*
>She wants you to know it.
>*Oink~*
>She wants her herdmates to know it.
>*Oink~*
>She wants all of Equestria to know it.
>*Oink oink oink~*
>Unfortunately, that last part will have to wait until *after* you've completely subjugated this land and turned it into your personal pigpen.
>And so for the time being, you must silently satiate yourself with your Sow's sincere slavishness.
>You playfully lap at her broad tongue and have a tender taste of her herbivorous teeth.
>She gently licks at your moist muscle from underneath, lovingly tickling your sensitive senses while also freely drooling her warm pigspit around your tongue's frenulum.
>All the while, you and your huffy pig continue to hungrily snort up one another's breath, sharing in both hay-ish scents and homely comforts.
>She tastes like home. She smells like home. She *feels* like home.
>She *is* home.
>She is your Mated Sow, and one day—she shall be the proud mother of your piglets.

>Eventually, Luster pulls away from your mouth for a second time, leaving thicker trails of heady spit than her winged herdmate did.
>*Mwaaah~*
>Similar to Cozy's second kiss, you and your Sow catch breath after heavy breath in front of each other's faces.
"Hah…hah…hah…"
>"Hah…hah…" She pauses to lick her chops and smack them a couple times. "…haaah~"
>But you're not finished quite just yet.
>Before your Sow decides to completely call it quits on your snogging session—you quickly lean in and plant an additional peck upon her rubbery lips.
>*Mwah*
>"H-huh?"
>They feel nice—supple and slippery.
>Next, you plant another peck on her snout—right on its tip.
>*Mwah*
>"A-ah."
>Her nostrils fully flare out in response, totally stimulated by your extended affection.
>Finally, you tilt your head upwards and lay a soft smooch upon the very tip of her unicorn horn.
>*Mwah*
>"Wh-whoa!
>Her horn is as hard as bone, naturally.
>Also, it spurts out a few short-lived sparks up into the air as you pull away.
>Lewd.
>"U-um."
>Reclining your head back against the pillow, you notice that Luster is now blushing furiously.
>"Th-that was…"
>Her eyes nervously flit between her herdmates and then back to you.
>"…that was way more than two kisses."
>You give her a warm smile and an astute nod.
"I know."
>"O-oh."
>And now she knows that you know.
>"E-eheh…" she quietly chuckles to herself. "Cool…"
>Slowly moving away from you, she nestles the side of her head next to you on the pillow.
>"Guess we better get going to sleep then, huh?"
"Mm, I suppose."
>You're still not finished with her.
>But first, you toss a glance towards your other two mares to see how they're doing.
>Cozy still calmly rests atop your body, while her eyes are still concealed by her sleeping mask; her head is angled over in Flurry's direction and away from you—proving that your partner cares very little for the honest affection between two mated pigs.
>Flurry, on the other hand, is heartily smiling at you like always.
>Upon locking eyes with you, she casts you an understanding nod, already comprehending and consenting to your innermost sentiments.
>After returning your Soulmate's nod with one of your own, you turn back to your Sow.
"Hey, Luster," you begin, "wanna sleep nose to nose with your Boar?"

>"Wha—"
>Eyes shooting open, Luster lifts her head up off the pillow and fires an incredulous look your way.
>"—huh? S-seriously? Did I, uh, hear you right?"
>You chuckle.
"That you did."
>Her left ear silently flicks, but she otherwise seems hesitant to ask for further clarification.
>Thus, you eagerly elucidate in her stead:
"I want to feel your nose rubbing against mine as I drift off to sleep."
>Lightly rapping your fingers along her pudge, you continue:
"You feel the same way, right?"
>She slowly blinks a few times, eyes occasionally flitting between you and her fellow herdmates.
>Then, her lips curl into a sly grin.
>"Heh~" she lets out a smug chuckle. "'Course~"
>Resting her right cheek on the pillow, she shuffles closer to you so that the tip of her flexible nose grazes against yours.
>She speaks to you with her trademark raspy tone:
>"Last chance for backsies~"
>You're mine than fine with this.
>When it comes to your other mares, however…
>Flurry's heartbeat is mostly placid, as she fully understands and accepts your desire to spoil her fellow herdmates.
>So long as you don't forget who your Alpha Mare and Soulmate is—she's fine with this.
>Cozy, on the other hand, isn't making a peep, so you can't be sure what she's thinking.
>Whatever her inner sentiments are on the matter, though, she'll have to learn to get over it—she's already commandeered your crotch, after all.
>With that out of the way, you answer your Sow:
"You'll hear no complaints from me."
>Luster's grin widens.
>"Heh, good~"
>She moves even closer to you, pressing her supple snout right up your nose, making sure to line up her nostrils with yours.
>Carefully slipping both forehooves over and under your neck, she lightly presses against your head from its nape—keeping you firmly locked into this nose-to-nose contact.
>"Mhm~" she hums in approval. "That's me and you settled, then."
>She suddenly lets out a loud, utterly unmitigated yawn right into your face.
>"Aaahn~"
>Her hot swinely breath wholly drowns out your senses in its homely, hay-scented heat.
>It's…really really good.
>You might seriously be developing an addiction to stinky hogsbreath—and you're completely okay with this.

>After indulgently smacking her chops a few times, she addresses you with a widely satisfied smile on her face:
>"Just two pigs…" She softly nuzzles her nose into yours. "…snuggling up together in their pen~"
"Yeah…"
>She huskily chuckles against your lips, confidence oozing out from her countenance.
>"Make sure to get a good whiff of my breath, Master…hhhffffff~"
>She deeply and nasally exhales down your nostrils, ensuring that your lungs are totally topped up on your Sow's natural fragrance.
>"Take it all in…"
>You obediently comply, taking in her smelly breath with a hoggish hunger.
>"Take in the scent of the Sow who *belongs* to you~"
>It heats up your airway and warms the whole body.
>"Gonna make sure my smell is permanently engraved into my Boar's brain~"
>It caresses your lungs and inundates your sense of smell.
>"By the time you wake up, you're gonna be Team Luster all the way~"
>It stimulates the mind and soothes the spirit.
>"And you're gonna accept me as your *true* Alpha Mare, no questions asked~"
>Your heart indignantly thumps while your thighs get fiercely clamped.
>It goes without saying that your other mares are *not* happy about Luster's bold claims.
>"Hmph! You wish!"
>"Utter imbecile…"
>But they went ahead and said it anyway.
>Partially pulling away, Luster's ears fold as a bashful grin forms on her face.
>"E-eheh…" she awkwardly chuckles. "Tough crowd…"
>Letting out a light sigh and recomposing herself, your Sow looks at with sincere fondness in her amber eyes.
>"Seriously, though, Master…I…"
>She plants her nostrils up against yours once more, making sure the two of you are properly comfortable.
>"I-I just wanna say…"
>Tightening her hoofgrip on your nape, she quietly sniffles against your face.
>"I…snff…I love you, Master… I really…snff…really really love you…!"
>You can see affective emotions begin to roll down from her glimmering eyes; they follow gravity's call, soon staining the part of the pillow where her right cheek is.
>There's a delicate beauty to be discerned within your Sow's tender tears.
>However, there's even greater adoration to be found while cherishing her at her best.
"I know, Luster. I know."
>You plant a brief yet loving peck on her puckered lips.
>*Mwah*
>You do not pull away, for you are right where you belong.
"I love you too."

>She sniffles some more, swinely smile shining with earnest adulation.
>"You've made me the happiest pig in Equestria."
"That makes two, then."
>You nuzzle her nose and stroke her belly.
"Because you've *also* made me the happiest pig in Equestria."
>"Snff…h-heh…"
>She reciprocates your nuzzle, happily sniffling in and out of your flared nostrils.
>"We're sharing our joys…just like we're sharing our destinies…"
>Contentedly closing her eyes, she lets out a throatily relieved sigh against your lips.
>"Sow 'n' Boar…together at last…"
"Mm…"
>Luster lovingly oinks into your mouth.
>*Oink oink oink~*
>And this time, in spite of your current courtly company, you decide to oink back, matching her fervour.
>Her lips further curl upwards.
>"Mm~"
>*Oink-oink oink-oink oink-oink~*
>Thus, the two of you lazily oink in unison against one another's lips.
>You shamelessly bask in each other's piggishness, irrespective of how the equines around you feel.
>*Oink-oink oink-oink oink-oink~*
>"Heh heh~" she heartily chuckles. "That's my Boar~"
"And that's my Sow."
>"Ehehehe~"
>*Oink-oink oink-oink oink-oink~*
>As you and Luster continue to hoggishly grunt and share stinky breath, you can feel Flurry's snout plant itself against the back of your head and take a deep whiff of your hair.
>…You're not in any position to judge.
>Stopping her oinks, Luster speaks up yet keeps her eyes closed:
>"C'mon, Master, let's head to sleep already…"
>She gives you another soft snoofy nuzzle.
>"…'n' keep sniffing each other up in our dreams~"
"Right."
>And so, with one snout planted against your nose while another is buried in your hair, you close your eyes and get ready to call it a day—or at least an afternoon.
>You hear Flurry's horn hum with magic as she casts a concealment spell around all four of you.
>She pulls her snout out of your hair just enough so she can cheerily address her beloved herd:
>"Sleep tight, everypony~!"
>You and Luster affirmatively murmur to her in response, while Cozy stays dispassionately silent.
>Back into your follicles Flurry goes, choosing to content herself with the consolation prize of going snout to crown.

>To be clear, it's not like you're picking favourites here.
>You love all your mares equally—or at least, you endeavour to do so.
>However, Flurry is directly connected to your heart at all times—while Cozy has assumed total control over your crotch.
>For that reason, you think it's only fair that Luster gets to share breath with you while you sleep.
>Speaking of Flurry, you can feel your Soulmate gently drape her right wing across all your bodies.
>It's comfy—like an additional fluffy blanket for you and your herd.
>It also makes Cozy reflexively shudder a little, though she soon settles down.
>Considering Flurry's earlier actions, you can't help but ponder the semantics of her "wing dimension."
>Back when she was really getting into her Queenly persona, she called herself "incomplete," and she was all too eager to get you to "complete" her.
>You're still not sure what she meant by that.
>If she really desired her "completion" that badly, than you suppose there's nothing to stop her from having her way with you while you sleep.
>…
>No, she wouldn't do that.
>Your Soulmate might be an eager pony, yes—
>But something tells you that your Queen is more than comfortable to wait until the both of you are ready for that "next step."
>And as for Cozy Glow, well…
>Despite your initial misgivings, you consider yourself truly blessed to have her on the team.
>There's no doubt in your mind that this new and improved partnership shall be a truly fruitful one.
>…
>This has been a *really* long day.
>A lot has happened: twists and turns—ups and downs.
>But now, you've finally completed the full set.
>You've enslaved the minds of all three mares who had harassed you back at your parlour.
>You've enacted your Masterly revenge upon their maidenly virtue, thoroughly claiming their bodies as your own.
>You've enamoured their hearts—completely and utterly—and made them all into your lovingly loyal marewives.
>Admittedly, that last part isn't how most revenge plots tend to go, is it?
>For you, though—it suits you just fine.
>Mares like these shouldn't be wasted; they should be cherished.
>Sure, they might be snobbishly bratty, sadistically brutish, or straight-up pure evil—but those qualities are all part of their pink-tinted charms, you feel.
>These mares are yours, and you intend to keep caring for them as you always have.
>For you are Anonymous.
>And you are living like a King.

*** 38 ***

>An ascension of red-tongued regality stretches out before you.
>It is comprised of three splendid steps, each one as tall as a common pony—and each one carved from polygonal blue crystal.
>You've dreamt of this exact moment many, many times before—but now that you're finally here, you can't help but feel a little…trepidant.
>Excitable shivers course all throughout your body, serving to both spur you and stress you.
>Better steel your nerves and do what must be done.
>Breathing a deep breath, you take the first step.
>Like the storied steps of a grand pyramid, these stacked crystal blocks recede in both length and width as you draw higher and higher—yet their imposing height remains the same.
>The metaphysical weight of what you're aiming for threatens to crush you under its endless ramifications.
>However, you are not alone.
>Your shared heartbeat reassures you so.
>Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
>Better keep going.
>Breathing a calm breath, you take the second step.
>Like the dizzying heights of a monumental mountain, you feel yourself becoming lighter of head as you continue to climb towards its majestic peak.
>But you've come too far to stop now.
>You've touched upon the firmament and peered deep into the gutter.
>It has been a long, fantastical journey, but you've earned this—you *deserve* this.
>Better claim what's yours.
>Breathing a triumphant breath, you take the third and final step.
>Thus, you find yourself standing atop the highest point of this divine dais—and the terminus of that red tongue.
>With exerted pride worn upon your face, you stare straight into the maw of magnificence.
>A towering structure comprised of many purplish crystal pillars stands before you; it reaches several metres up into the air—yet still cannot hope to touch the impressively high ceiling of this palatial chamber.
>Taking your sights back to earth, you can see a noble throne positioned in front of this crystalline monument.
>It is quite the curious throne, for it bears no legs of any kind—and is merely a comfy looking cushion lavishly placed upon this most esteemed of steps.
>Pony sensibilities, you suppose.
>But make no mistake, this light-blue cushion is one undoubtedly befitting its high status, as it is luxuriously embroidered, richly tasselled, and opulently plumed.
>Truly, a plush cush fit for a King's tush.

>Right behind this throne's low-sitting seat, you can spy its rectangular backrest; this supportive structure is roughly twice your width while being only slightly taller than your standing height.
>Naturally, the well-bred bark of this backrest has been polished to a glossily fine degree, and its rich veneer bears two compellingly comparable yet completely complementary colours; a strong steely blue fills its inside, suggesting a sturdy core for a flourishing kingdom—while a deep abyssal blue rings its perimeter, shrouding the summation within an enticing mystery.
>You also note that the top of this backrest is shaped like a three-point crown—with the middle spike being thicker than the others.
>A small shiny crystal rests atop the very tip of this middle spike; it is coloured bright yellow, shaped like an octahedron, and you like to think its sinless presence symbolises continued prosperity for your future.
>This bright-yellow crystal happens to be a natural fixture of the throne—the light-blue heart-shaped crystal hovering above it, though, is not.
>Righteously rapturous and resplendently radiant, you can easily able recognise said heart-shaped crystal from a singular glance:
>It's the Crystal Heart.
>It floats a couple heads above you, readily shining out its refulgent light throughout this regal room—and dutifully protecting this blizzard-bordered kingdom even now.
>Standing up on your tippy toes, you are able to reach up and grab it with both hands.
>Gently bringing it down to chest level, you tilt it upwards so you can examine it thoroughly.
>Somehow, it manages to look even more brilliantly breathtaking up close.
>It bears a reflective surface, yet you can also spy magical imagery within its swirling core.
>In it, you see your beloved—
>"That doesn't belong to you!" a voice shouts at you from behind.
>You purse your lips.
>"Quiet, Mother," another voice sternly responds.
>You hear a thud.
>"Agh—!"

>After taking a deep breath, you turn around and face the outward edge of this distinguished dais—Crystal Heart still in hand.
>You slowly trail your gaze down along the considerable length of this throne's tongue—a long roll of rustic-red carpet with alabaster borders—watching how it runs straight through the middle of this sumptuously spacey chamber.
>This carpet extends all the way over towards the far end of this vast room—about fifty metres away—where an imposingly lofty set of closed double doors reside.
>Along the perimeter of this extravagant interior, you can see national banners hanging from high walls, and tall windows decorated with classy curtains.
>Given everything you've seen thus far, you suppose there's no longer any point in being coy about it:
>You are currently in the Crystal Palace's throne room.
>And indeed, it is a truly palatial place in every meaning of the word.
>However, you are not alone in here.
>Taking your eyes back to the red carpet, you gaze down at the area where it meets the first step of the dais.
>And over to the left of this intersection, you see two mares—
>Two pink alicorns.
>The one standing on the right is pristine, pretty, and proud—while the one kneeling on the left is bound and beaten.
>You decide to check out the former first, for she is a mare you recognise both well and warmly.
>She wears silver regalia over her light-pink coat, and she bears a three-point crown of solid crystal atop her head—a bold testament to her noble birthright.
>Her light-blue eyes are sharp, focused, and directed all the way down towards the hapless target of her hoofy enmity, while her right forehoof is firmly pressed down upon the side of the second alicorn's head, forcing her face against the floor and her whole body to its knees.
>Incidentally, this second alicorn happens to be a pony who is both stranger and colder to your eyes—yet her appearance is still one that would be readily recognised by any self-respecting citizen of the Crystal Empire.
>Thus, you decide to check her out:
>She wears golden regalia over her taffy-pink coat, and she bears a gilded crown atop her head, one that is whimsically adorned with purple gemstones—the same colour as her eyes.
>Unfortunately for her, her current situation is anything *but* whimsical—her bruised and battered countenance can attest to that.
>Her hooves have been ruthlessly shackled and bolted straight to the crystal floor directly underneath, while her wings have been bound against her body.
>An inhibitory ring has been tightly sealed around the base of her long horn—and a soft bauble has been affixed onto its tip for good measure.
>All of this has been done using restraints of light-blue magic.
>This magic is strong, unbreakable, and loyal.
>It is the magic of a Queen—your Queen.

>A battle between these two alicorns recently took place here.
>Admittedly, this was a battle both briskly short and soundly decisive—as the vast gulf in power between these two mares couldn't have been made any more clearer.
>This second alicorn's submissive and sorry state is a direct result of your Queen's imperious spellcraft and impressing hoof. Yet despite that, her purple-eyed ire is not directed at her captor—but rather at you.
>"Release the Crystal Heart, you abhorrent fiend!" she desperately wails. "R-release my daughter!"
>"Silence!"
>Your Queen further grinds her hoof into her captive's face, scraping her sore cheek against the cold crystal floor.
>"You will *not* besmirch my Master!"
>"A-agh—!" the alicorn grunts in pain, and then whimpers: "F-flurry…! P-please…!"
>Meanwhile, you mumble to yourself:
"Abhorrent…?"
>Blinking a self-conscious blink, you hold the Crystal Heart up to your face and examine it once more.
>This time, you check out your reflection, and…
>Oh.
>Oh my.
>You do look quite dapper today, Mister Anonymous.
>Sharp eyes, a spiffing haircut—
>And hey, you even brought out your trusty three-piece tuxedo for this occasion.
>Nicely done.
>Abhorrent, you most certainly are not.
>But you suppose there's no accounting for taste.
>Lowering the Heart back to chest level, you look down the steps and towards those two alicorns.
"You know," you begin, "I like to think I've cleaned up quite well for my…"
>Cradling the Crystal Heart's weight between your left arm and chest, you give it a singular yet solicitous stroke with your right hand.
"…ahah…"
>Resting a finger upon the Heart's surface, your lips dare to creep upwards.
"…crowning moment."
>"Grr—!" the left alicorn angrily growls at you from her lowly position.
"Meanwhile, you—Princess Mi Amore Cadenza…"
>Letting your right arm fall limp to your side, you flash that freshly deposed princess a smug smirk.
"…you look utterly unsightly."
>She grits her teeth and snaps at you:
>"You vile—"
>"Quiet!" your Queen curtly interrupts her captive by applying even more pressure with her pressing hoof.
>"U-ugh—!" she whimpers.
>Indeed, that defeated and downed alicorn on the left is one Princess Cadance: the now-former ruler of the Crystal Empire—and Princess Flurry Heart's birth mother.
>Both her long mane and swirly tail have been brutally mussed up beyond recognition, becoming a tussled mass of purples, pinks, and yellows.
>Countless magical burn marks and scraping cuts scar her bruised body all over—while her normally serene visage has been twisted into a truly spiteful snarl.
>Honestly, you're more surprised that her crown has managed to stay on her head during all of this; you wonder if those things are magnetised…
>Regardless, this mare has definitely seen better days.
>Alas, she may never see those days again.

>Cadance's vanquished disgrace is a visual delicacy in of itself; however, there are far more splendid sights to be witnessed in this world—such as that of the pretty pink pony right next to her.
>Naturally, the proud and proper alicorn on the right is Princess Flurry Heart herself—your beloved Queen and eternal Soulmate.
>Her pinkish-purple mane looks extra swirly today, while her cool blue highlights make her seem strikingly sharp at any distance.
>Outside of her silver regalia and crystal crown, she also happens to be wearing your black choker around her neck; this sleek accessory is a particular favourite of hers, as it serves to showcase that she's your personal property at all times.
>Incidentally, Princess Cadance bears no such collar around her own neck. Such a shame.
>Both mares bear a elegantly slender frame befitting their alicorn heritage—like mother, like daughter—but you note that Cadance beats out Flurry's height by a few inches.
>This comparison is only accurate if both mares are standing up, though—since Flurry currently has Cadance's face forced down on the ground, your Queen is the one who presently possesses superior stature.
>You can tell that Cadance has no shortage of choice denominations she wishes to spit at you—indeed, she's wishing you ill will with purple sights alone—but with Flurry's firm hoof dutifully defending your good name, the mother chooses to instead tearily plead with her daughter:
>"F-flurry!" Cadance gasps out. "You can't…the Crystal Heart doesn't belong up here! Please…! P-put it back…!"
>Flurry boredly blinks, slightly lessening her hoof's force on Cadance's head and allowing the former princess to gasp for breath.
>"Doesn't belong here?" Flurry asks with a dry tone.
>After a few breaths, Cadance frantically responds:
>"Y-yes! I-it belongs on the pedestal underneath the castle—where our citizenry can see it! Where it can protect this kingdom! Y-you know this!"
>"Oh."
>Flurry's lessens her hoof's pressure a little more, though still keeps it trained on her mother's head.
>"Well, you don't have to worry about that."
>She lifts up her other forehoof—her left—and laxly holds it against her chest.
>"I swapped the real Crystal Heart out with a fake, so everything will be right as roses."
>Letting her left forehoof fall back down to the floor, Flurry addresses her mother with a cold frown and an embittered tone:
>"After all, it's not like anypony in this city would ever care enough to tell the difference."

>Cadance's strained expression further furrows in futile frustration.
>"Th-that's not…"
>"And," Flurry continues without a care, "from what I can see…"
>She looks out one of the throne room's many tall windows, seeing nothing but clear blue skies.
>"…the Crystal Heart is protecting the Empire well enough, even from up here."
>She trails her gaze up towards you.
>Upon seeing the Heart carefully cradled against your chest, she casts you a soft smile.
>"So, I don't see any need to return it to where it once was."
>Blinking a few times, Cadance manages to wimpily shake her head under Flurry's forehoof.
>"N-no, Flurry, y-you don't understand, it—"
>Flurry loudly scoffs, interrupting her mother.
>"*I* don't understand?"
>Sternly shaking her head, Flurry suddenly applies more force against the side of Cadance's face.
>"U-urk!" Cadance grunts.
>"You forget your place, Mother," Flurry harshly rebuts, "for it is *you* who doesn't 'understand' the Crystal Heart."
>"F-flurry…" Cadance weakly pleads. "Flurry, please…"
>"You merely adopted the Crystal Heart's blessing," Flurry continues, "while *I* was born directly of its divine grace."
>Flurry casts Cadance a disdainful frown.
>"I have always been closer to the Crystal Heart than you ever were."
>"Uuurgh…" Cadance groans at both the powerlessness of her own position and the pressing pain from Flurry's hoof.
>Glancing towards the heart, Flurry lets out a triumphant snort.
>"To that end, I brought the Crystal Heart all the way up here so that it may bear witness to your just succession."
>"'J-just?!' Flurry…!"
>Cadance pathetically squirms under Flurry's hoof.
>"Nothing about this is just…! Nothing about this is right…!"
>"Oh, but it is, Mother." Flurry's lips dare to curl upwards. "For this is a succession decreed by the Crystal Heart itself."
>Flurry playfully yet cruelly smushes her mother's face back and forth across the floor, elucidating her ambitions as she does:
>"Long has it desired a *true* King and Queen to take the reins of this mismanaged Empire—and long has it *deserved* the prosperity that such a focused sovereignty would bring."
>"K-king…?!"
>Grunting out loud, Cadance struggles against her magical shackles—to no avail, of course.
>"Flurry, please listen to yourself!" Cadance pleads to her daughter, then turns her hateful gaze onto you. "That…that fiend is only using you for his own ends! He is no King!"
>Cadance looks up at Flurry, continuing:
>"A-and you are no Queen! You are our Crown Princess! You are my daughter! And—"
>"Tch."
>Flurry suddenly puts her whole weight into her pressing hoof, roughly clamping Cadance's tender face between harsh keratin and callous crystal.
>"A-aaagh—!" Cadance winces her eyes shut in agony.
>A disconcertingly crunchy sound rings through the air—though whether that's coming from the floor or Cadance herself, you can't really say.

>"You run your mouth too much," Flurry simply states.
>She then shakes her head, disappointed.
>"So many words, yet none of them could ever hope to fathom the real me."
>She narrows her eyes down at her mother.
>"Then again, I can't say I'm surprised. You never did try to understand how I truly felt."
>"N-no…" Cadance whimpers. "I did… I-I did…"
>"So you say."
>Flurry blithely lifts her hoof up off her mother's head.
>Face finally freed, Cadance feebly opens her eyes, yet makes no efforts to rise.
>"But if you actually *did* bother to connect with your 'precious daughter' on any level deeper than the very surface," Flurry addresses her mother with a scathing tone, "then we wouldn't be having this conversation. Maybe we'd even see eye to eye."
>Flurry walks forward and faces away from her mother.
>"As it stands now, though," Flurry continues, dismissively flicking her tail over in Cadance's direction, "the two of us may as well be living in different worlds. I could hardly consider you a fellow princess—much less family."
>At Flurry's cold declaration, Cadance's ears lose any life left within them, and the disgraced alicorn quietly sniffles at the floor.
>"Still," Flurry continues, wholly unbothered by Cadance's sorrowful state. "as somepony who once espoused the Power of Love, I'm sure you must at least be able to comprehend this:"
>Flurry slowly and deliberately trails her gaze up the royal steps.
>"My Master—my Anonymous—is my long-awaited special somepony."
>Her eyes soon settle on you, and her lips curl up into a contented smile.
>"He is the one I shall devote all eternity towards…"
>She lets out a dreamily satisfied sigh.
>"…for he is both my darling Soulmate and my glorious King~"
>Cadance blinks a few times, mumbling to herself:
>"E-eternity…?"
>Weakly lifting her head, Cadance warily queries her daughter:
>"Flurry, you…you didn't…"
>"Yes."
>Flurry swiftly pivots around to face her mother.
>"I did."
>Proudly flaring out her wide wings, Flurry addresses Cadance with a contemptuous tone:
>"A *true* Princess of Love would have done no less."
>Cadance's pupils simply shake in response, unable to properly process her daughter's disquieting actions.

>Flurry smirks.
>"And do you know something else?"
>Flurry crouches down to her knees, yet still looks down upon her mother.
>"The Crystal Heart has given our sacred union its *full* blessing."
>Quickly shooting up, Flurry proudly gestures to herself with a wing.
>"It has chosen *me* to become the rightful ruler of this Empire."
>She turns around and flashes you a toothy grin.
>"And it has chosen my magnificent Master to reign alongside me as its beloved King~"
>Using her right forehoof, she points towards you and the Crystal Heart cradled against your chest.
>"So, touch the Heart however you please, Master," she addresses you with a husky confidence, "and know that it yearns for you just as deeply as I~"
>You arch a curious eyebrow.
"Is that so…?"
>Looking down at your held Heart, you give it a tentative stroke with your right hand.
>As you do so, Flurry steadily lowers her right foreleg, briefly closes her eyes, and lets out a deep, hearty sigh.
>How curious.
>You note that Crystal Heart feels pleasantly warm against your fingers—a testament to the potent magic swirling within its stony core.
>But can magical artefacts truly "yearn?"
>One can only wonder…
>"F-fluh…Flurry…"
>Both you and your Queen look back to Cadance, who is currently gazing up at Flurry with utter despondence in her purple eyes.
>"They…they won't let you get away with this…"
>Struggling on wobbly knees, Cadance forces out every word:
>"Twilight will…the Elements of Harmony…and your dad…"
>Flurry dismissively scoffs.
>"My dad?"
>Lifting up her right forehoof again, she gives her swirly mane a casual flick, making her forelock airily bounce.
>"My dad won't be a problem."
>"Wh…wha…?"
>Cadance's eyes shakily squint.
>"Flurry, wh-what did you—"
>A resounding creak rings throughout the throne room as the towering double doors over by the far end of this chamber open all the way.
>Talk about timing.
>Still, "they" were bound to come in at some point.

>Focusing your sights forward, you can see three ponies enter this royal chamber.
>The double doors soon swing shut behind them, and they steadily make their way across the long red carpet.
>You take the opportunity to confirm their advancing identities:
>The pony on the left hovers about a metre up in the air, kept aloft by fluttering wings.
>She's a pegasus with a salmon-pink coat and a baby-blue mane.
>Her mane has been meticulously curled into charming ringlets, while her tail has been similarly curled into a swirly roll; both her mane and tail are topped off with a cute orange bow, further accentuating her adorable factor.
>Naturally, this mare is Cozy Glow—your Royal Advisor and cherished partner.
>The pony in the middle trots along the carpet, horn aglow with amber magic.
>She's a unicorn with a cerise-pink coat and a two-tone mane that combines yellow with orange.
>Her mane's forelock is styled in a wavy loop, while the rest of it—plus her tail—are as frizzily wild as an untamed flame; she bears no mane or tail accessories of any kind, proudly broadcasting her natural beauty.
>Obviously, this mare is Luster Dawn—your Mated Sow and magical enforcer.
>Both of these mares are a trusted part of your Masterly herd, and each of them wear a matching black choker around their neck to signify this.
>You can also them bantering with each other as they make their way over to your location:
>"See? What'd I tell ya, Cozy?" Luster speaks with a loud and proud tone. "One clean shot to the back of the head and—boom! Out like a light!"
>Cozy crosses her forelegs together, unimpressed.
>"Yes. I know. I saw. What, do you want a medal or something?"
>Luster chuckles.
>"Nah, nothing like that. Just letting you know that you didn't have to watch over me like this. I had things totally covered."
>Cozy rolls her eyes.
>"*This* time, maybe. But we both know you don't have the best track record when it comes to finishing the job."
>Luster lightly winces at her herdmate's words.
>"Aw, jeez, Cozy… You didn't have to put it like that…"
>"I did, so deal with it," Cozy coldly replies. "As much as I would've liked to spend more time with my Master—making sure *you* didn't mess up your part of the plan was a far greater priority."
>"Eh." Luster shrugs. "Guess so."
>Her lips slowly curl upwards as a thought crosses her mind.
>"But, heh, y'know…"
>Luster flashes Cozy a cheeky grin.
>"…I'm starting to think you're just getting soft on me. Didn't want old Luster feeling lonely while she takes out the prince, am I right~?"
>"Ugh," Cozy scoffs. "Whatever."
>She hastily flies on ahead, completely disengaging from this casual conversation.
>"Heh heh~" Luster mirthfully chuckles, "and off she goes~"
>It was quite the quaint little back and forth, you must agree.
>While you still can't claim to fully understand Cozy's innermost thoughts, you like to believe that your herd will earnestly grow closer over time.

>Anyway, the third member of this approaching trio had absolutely nothing to add to this chitchat—probably because they physically *can't* add anything.
>The pony on the right hovers about a metre up in the air, similar to Cozy—but this one happens to be held aloft within an amber aura.
>He's a unicorn with a white coat and a navy-blue mane.
>He's also completely unconscious; his eyes are closed, and his mane—styled fairly standardly for a stallion—droops down from his hanging head.
>As for who this stallion actually is, he's—
>"Shiny!" Cadance screams. "No!"
>…Well, while you're certainly no stranger to whimsical pet names, you'd wager that "Shiny" would make an apt-enough contender for most saccharine sobriquet.
>However, this stallion's full identity is actually Prince Shining Armor: Cadance's husband, Captain of the Royal Guard—and Flurry's father.
>With her body facing the steps and her head looking over her shoulder, Cadance's expression looks absolutely mortified at seeing her spouse incapacitated in such a manner.
>"N-no! This…this can't be…!"
>Cadance's eyes frantically flit between Shining, Luster, Cozy, and Flurry.
>"Th-the guards!" she worriedly sputters. "Wh-what happened to the guards?! They wouldn't—shouldn't—have let this happen…!"
>"Oh, but they did," Flurry speaks with a self-assured tone. "I made sure of it."
>Cadance blinks, dumbfounded.
>"Wh-wha…?"
>Flurry slyly circles Cadance, soon positioning herself between the deposed princess and those three advancing ponies.
>"As you must already be aware, Mother, every crystal pony here bears a direct connection to the Crystal Heart."
>Lifting up her right forehoof, she gestures towards her chest.
>"And as a Princess of Love, I am able to manipulate the Heart's magical power at my own discretion…"
>Flurry smirks down at her mother.
>"…which means that I am also able to bend the Royal Guard to my will."
>She gives her lifted hoof a blithe twirl.
>"With the right magical messages running through their minds, I can make them all utterly heedless to the world around them—pliant and servile."
>Flurry lifts her forehoof higher, partially covering up her smug snout.
>"Like obedient little drones, mhm-hm-hm~"
>"D-drones…?"
>Eyes fearfully wavering, Cadance takes a shaky breath and rapidly shakes her head.
>"B-but what about the rest of the Guard?! What about the griffons, dragons, hippogryphs—"
>"*Creatures.*"
>Forehoof falling down to the floor, Flurry lets out a deep sigh.
>"Yes, I suppose you're right. The Crystal Empire's Royal Guard has grown quite…"
>She clicks her tongue, deliberately chewing on her next word.
>"…*impure* during these recent years."
>She turns up her snout.
>"We weren't able to control these outsiders through the Heart," she explains, "and so, we had to deal with them…" She takes a brief pause. "…appropriately."

>"Wh-what…?" Cadance blinks in clear confusion. 'Appropriately?'"
>Eyes suddenly widening, she chocks out a horrified gasp.
>"Flurry, no…!"
>"Rest assured, Mother…"
>Flurry's lips curl all the way up into a sinisterly toothy grin, while her voice takes on an even more ominous tone:
>"…your 'diverse hires' won't be giving us *any* trouble for the foreseeable future~"
>Spinning around to face the red carpet, Flurry lifts her right forehoof up to her chin and lets out a cracklingly loud cackle:
>"AHAH HAH HAH HAH~!"
>Flurry's victorious jubilations soon die down, leaving only the darkest of implications to crawl across Cadance's bruised and battered countenance.
>For the next few seconds, a cold silence is all that hangs in the air, unsaid but felt.
>"Nice evil laugh, Flurry," Luster speaks up.
>Having made it to where the carpet begins climbing the royal steps, Luster now stands near the two princess with a comatose prince in tow.
>Cozy, on the other hand, has now relocated herself to a spot over by the right side of the red carpet; she's currently sat down on her haunches, idly checking out one of her fetlocks.
>"Ah-ah-ahem," Flurry rapidly clears her throat, then courteously nods to Luster. "Thank you, Lustie."
>You must agree, it *was* a pretty good cackle.
>All that practise in front of the mirror clearly paid off.
>With a playful grin on her face, Luster gives the dormant body held within her amber magic a few tentative sways and shakes about in the air, before addressing her other herdmate:
>"Hey, Cozy, catch."
>Brows furrowing, Cozy turns her head Luster's way.
>"Huh? Wha—AGH!"
>Deftly dodging out of the way, Cozy narrowly avoids being squashed under the thrown body of an unconscious Shining Armor.
>Cozy dives towards the carpet, while Shining Armor's body rolls across the crystal floor a couple of times, before slumping onto its left side.

>"Sh-shiny!" Cadance cries out, then glares at Luster. "You…! How could you?!"
>Luster blithely shrugs, horn now having gone fully inert.
>"Iunno, just aim and toss, I guess."
>Gritting her teeth, Cadance's horn reflexively sparks up—however, with Flurry's magical bindings firmly sealing every avenue of resistance, sparks are all this former princess can muster.
>Meanwhile, Cozy glares straight at Luster, wholly unimpressed by her herdmate's crushing sense of humour.
>"Tch," Cozy clicks her tongue. "I'll remember this."
>Luster awkwardly chuckles and rubs the back of her head.
>"Aw, come on, Cozy. It was just a joke. Just wanted to test your reflexes a little—that's all."
>Cozy flies up and lands on the first step that leads up to the throne.
>She then sits down on the step's edge, silently turning up her snout at her herdmate.
>"And hey," Luster continues with a wide grin, "for what it's worth—I think you're pretty spry for your age!"
>Cozy's snout wrinkles.
>"Keep digging that hole."
>Despite the pressing pranks and thorny threats, you can tell that your mares are ultimately in very good spirits.
>Cadance's quivering gaze, however, remains distrustfully trained upon Luster.
>"I…I don't understand…"
>Cadance shakes her head.
>"You…you're Twilight's star student…"
>Luster gives Cadance a jocund nod.
>"Yup. I am. Glad you remembered."
>Cadance's eyes squint, yet her tone is as uncertain as ever:
>"What would she think if she say what you're doing now…?"
>"Uh…"
>Using her right forehoof, Luster contemplatively rubs her chin for a few seconds, before answering Cadance in a all-too-casual manner:
>"She'd probably make me write a Friendship Report or something like that, eheh~"
>Cadance's eyes and ears fall away from Luster's grinning face, utterly defeated.
>You can tell that this former regent's psyche has been totally overwhelmed by everything that's happening.
>Unlike with Flurry, it seems that Cadance hasn't even considered that Luster's mind has also been placed under your control.
>Albeit, this type of control between Boar and Sow happens to be entirely consensual on both ends—but still.

>"Aaanyway," Luster breezily speaks up, turning to face the idle form of Shining Armor, "What are we gonna do about our slumbering prince here? He's gonna wake up at some point, y'know."
>"Mhm," Flurry hummingly nods. "He is."
>"So?" Luster asks. "Any plans? I didn't drag him all the way up here into the throne room so we could all just stare at him, right?"
>"Hm…"
>Luster looks at Flurry expectantly.
>Flurry looks up at Cozy expectantly.
>Luster also looks up at Cozy expectantly.
>A silent second passes.
>"Golly!" Cozy excitedly clasps her forehooves together. "I'm so glad you two asked!"
>Cozy hops off the step and gracefully lands on the red carpet.
>"N-nngh…" Cadance weakly grunts at the pegasus. "Y-you…"
>Not skipping a beat, Cozy cheerily nods to Cadance.
>"Yup! Me!"
>Casting the shackled alicorn very little attention, Cozy spins to face Shining Armor.
>"Hm… Now what's the best way to deal with troublesome ponies like you…?"
>Sitting down on her rump, Cozy spends several thoughtful seconds rubbing the side of her chin and humming to herself.
>These are very deliberate seconds, you'd wager; your Advisor just loves chewing the scenery.
>"Oh!" She suddenly shoots up. "I know!"
>She jabs a forehoof out towards Shining Armor.
>"Petrify him!"
>"No!" Cadance screams.
>Ears perking up, Cozy casts Cadance a brief over-the-withers glance.
>"Hm? No?"
>Bereft of voice, Cadance can do nothing but frantically shake her head in response.
>Looking back to Shining Armor, Cozy shrugs her shoulders.
>"Well, if you say so."
>Cozy stands up, turns around, and walks towards the throne.
>After taking a few steps, she stops in place—and then thrusts her left forehoof straight up in the air.
>"Crystallise him instead," she declares, "he'll better match the decor that way."
>"No!" Cadance screams yet again.

>"Uh…" Luster arches an eyebrow. "…'crystallise?' Is that even a real spell?"
>Flitting up to the air, Cozy quickly reclaims her previous spot, sitting down on the step's edge.
>"I dunno~" she states with a whimsical tone.
>Tilting her head slightly to the left, Cozy airily addresses her other herdmate:
>"Is it, Flurry~?"
>Flurry currently has her right forehoof lifted up to her chin, deep in thought.
>At Cozy's curious query, however, Flurry lowers her forehoof and gives Cozy a nod.
>"I think I can make it work."
>"Golly!" Cozy enthusiastically responds. "That's just swell~"
>"No! No!" Cadance pleads. "Flurry, you can't be serious! He's your father! Your father! You can't…y-you can't…!"
>Flurry completely ignores her mother, instead stepping forward onto the red carpet and calmly moving towards her father.
>"Wait, Flurry," Cozy calls out to her.
>Flurry stops, and then looks at Cozy.
>"What is it, Glowie?"
>"Make sure to get him properly posed first. It's *imperative* that we set the right tone for our new rule~"
>Unfurling both of her wings, Cozy playfully makes a camera gesture using her feathers, capturing the bulk of Shining's body within her downy "lens."
>"I'm thinking 'about to be blasted by his dear daughter's crystallisation spell' will be a *really* good look for our freshly deposed prince~"
>"Okay." Flurry nods. "I think I can do that."
>Cadance continues to desperately plead and tearfully wail at her daughter; however, you and your herd have begun to tune out her shrill voice at this point.
>"Lustie," Flurry addresses her fellow herdmate, "I'll need your help for this spell."
>Luster nods with a hum.
>"Follow your lead, right?"
>Luster lines herself up to stand side by side with Flurry.
>"Don't worry, I got it."
>"Thank you."
>Turning her head forward, Flurry gazes at Shining's fallen form.
>"So, I'll wake him up, and—"
>"Hold on," Luster interrupts Flurry. "Let me cast something first."
>Focusing her magic, Luster slowly trails a wispy circle around the base of Shining's horn.
>After completing the circle, the wisp solidifies into an amber-tinted ring that firmly affixes itself around said horn.
>"There," Luster proudly states, "that oughta stop him from throwing out one of his pesky shields."
>"Mhm." Flurry nods in approval. "Good thinking, Lustie."
>Indeed, a bit of friendly co-operation between herd sisters can never go awry.
>Where one mare may misstep and forget something important, another mare may pull her up and set her right.
>Such is the strength of the bond that both ties your herd together and serves as the cornerstone for your great rule.
>"Okay," Flurry begins, "I'm going to wake him up. Get ready, Lustie."
>"Sure."

>Channelling her light-blue magic, Flurry suddenly jolts her father right between the eyes.
>"G-ghnng…!" Shining grunts in winced pain.
>It's not the most amenable solution, you must admit—but you suppose it suits the setup for this dark deed well enough.
>"Nngh…" Shining groans. "Where…where…?"
>"SHINY!" Cadance screams at the top of her lungs. "RUN! RUN NOW! RUN—"
>Rolling her eyes, Flurry magically slaps her mother across the snout, making Cadance shriek in pain.
>"Cady…?" Shining slowly opens his eyes. "Is…is that you…?"
>"YOU HAVE TO RUN, SHINY! SAVE YOURSELF! GET TWILIGHT! RUN! PLEASE! PLEASE!"
>Cadance continues screaming; alas, Flurry does not slap her this time—as she has already begun prepping her next spell.
>"Lustie," Flurry addresses her herdmate, horn swirling with light-blue magic.
>"Yup," Luster affirmatively responds, horn swirling with amber magic.
>Shining gradually pushes himself up to his hooves, and he groggily attempts to assess his current situation through weary eyes.
>"Huh…?" he mumbles. "Run…? To Twilight…? Has Twily come to visit…?"
>"THE EMPIRE ISN'T SAFE! FLURRY IS BEING CONTROLLED! PLEASE, SHINY! LISTEN TO ME! RUN!"
>Each and every word Cadance screams is further accentuated with a desperate yet futile spark of her horn.
>Her tenacity is admirable—though ultimately useless.
>"Flurry is…what?"
>Blinking his bleary eyes, Shining is finally able to make sense of the pink shapes standing before him.
>"Flurry, is that you…?" he asks. "What's going on…?"
>Squinting his eyes, he is only barely able to make out the bound yet screaming alicorn positioned behind his daughter.
>"Cady…Cadance?" Shining's eyes widen as he looks back to Flurry. "Wait, what's—"
>"NOW!" Flurry shouts.
>Both of your magical mares tense up as they each fire a colourful laser beam towards Shining Armor.
>Shining also tenses up, and attempts to bring his own horn to life—to no avail.
>His dulled reflexes prevent him from doing anything else, and so both laser beams strike Shining Armor directly in the chest—first Flurry's, and then Luster's.
>The impact causes Shining to shudder and grit his teeth, yet he isn't sent flying.
>Instead, light-blue crystals steadily sprout around all four of his hooves—then swiftly shoot up and around his legs, making to encase his entire body in crystal.
>Lifting up his left foreleg, Shining stares at his completely crystallised limb in abject horror, then looks at his daughter with that very same horror.
>"F-flurry!" he yelps. "Wh—"
>That's all he gets.
>The laser beams fizzle out, and the stallion known as Shining Armor is no more.
>In his place, the statue of a frightened stallion stands, one carved from transparent light-blue crystal.
>The stallion appears to be in a state of shocked recoil; with his left foreleg partially lifted up off the floor, he gazes straight ahead with clear fear and hurt in his eyes.

>"NO!" Cadance screams. "NO! NO! NO!"
>The last of her strength leaves as she drops straight to the floor.
>And she wails:
>"Shiiinyyyyyy…!"
>Eyes never leaving her now-crystallised husband, Cadance openly and loudly sobs into this unfeeling throne room.
>Meanwhile, Luster wipes some sweat from her brow.
>"Phew…"
>She turns her head to wearily address her herdmate:
>"Tough spell, huh, Flurry?"
>Blinking once, Flurry looks away from the statue and casts a casual glance Luster's way.
>"Mm…"
>Flurry lifts a forehoof and idly twirls it about in the air.
>"…no. Not really. It didn't tax me in the slightest."
>Luster laxly blinks a few times, and then chuckles—shaking her head at the same time.
>"Pfft, figures. I bet you didn't even need my help back there."
>Flurry turns her whole body Luster's way and addresses her:
>"That's not true. Your magic helped stabilise mine."
>Tilting her head, Flurry briefly ponders the statue of her father.
>"This spell requires a delicate hoof, and I've never been really great at that sort of thing, so…"
>Flurry gracefully curtsies before Luster.
>"…thank you, Lustie. I couldn't have done it without you."
>A shy smile creeps up onto Luster's face as she bashfully rubs the back of her neck.
>"A-aw, shucks…" her raspy voice cracks. "You're gonna make me blush, Flurry…"
>It's a little late for that, you think; Luster is already in full flush mode.
>Still, it's nice to witness your mares earnestly bonding in the wake of a most heinous act.
>Villainy builds character, it seems.

>Speaking of villains, though—you can see Cozy hop down from her elevated step and happily trot towards Cadance.
>"Take a good long look, Princess."
>Cozy positions herself directly between Cadance and that crystal statue.
>"This is what happens to those who go against us."
>Lowering herself to her knees, Cozy smirks down at Cadance and the puddle of sorrow she now marinates in.
>"It's fitting, isn't it? A punishment worthy of all you've done."
>Cadance blinks, purple eyes slowly drifting up to meet Cozy's.
>"Y-you…"
>Narrowing her eyes, Cadance steadily and shakily picks herself up, securing the height advantage against her tormentor.
>However, Cozy does not move from her position—and neither does she break her smirk.
>Cadance glares down at Cozy and addresses her with pure contempt in her voice:
>"You…wretched monster of vilest evil."
>She strains against her shackles.
>"You corrupted my daughter."
>She strives to stretch out her wings.
>"You petrified my husband."
>She struggles to cast any magic.
>"And you enlisted that…"
>Turning her head, she casts a scornful glance up your way.
>"…that *thing* to aid in your horrid schemes."
>She turns back to Cozy, hatred gradually crumbling away to grief.
>"What a fool I've been to believe you could ever change."
>She hangs her head and stares at the floor.
>"What fools we've all been."
>She shakes her head.
>"No, we should've never freed you from that stone, and I…"
>With tears in her eyes, Cadance harshly addresses Cozy as her voice breaks:
>"…I-I should've smashed that statue as soon as I had the chance."
>Throughout all of this scathing diatribe, Cozy hasn't shown any signs of contrition—nor has she flinched even once.
>Instead, she merely titters into a hoof and flutters up into the air, rising high above Cadance.
>"Story of my life~" she cheerily states.
>Airily flapping her pink wings, Cozy turns towards the throne and leisurely floats away from Cadance—who continues to keep her pained purple eyes trained on that pernicious pegasus.

>As one pink pony leaves the scene, another makes her voice clearly heard:
>"There are a lot of things you 'should have' done, Mother…"
>Flurry slyly circles Cadance, jeering at her all the while:
>"…but you never did any of them in the end."
>Flurry stops in front of Cadance, standing between her and the throne.
>"Do you know why that is?"
>"F-flurry…" Cadance whimpers.
>"It's because you lack resolve."
>Flurry flares out her wings.
>"It's because you're weak."
>She turns up her snout.
>"It's because you're a pathetic excuse for a Princess of Love."
>Lifting up her right forehoof, she gestures towards her chest.
>"But I…" she pauses, lips curling up into a proud smirk. "…I have surpassed you, wholly and completely."
>Flurry then firmly presses her right forehoof against Cadance's chest.
>"I shall rule this Empire together with my King."
>Flurry purposefully trails her hoof up along Cadance's neck.
>"I shall continue ascending to even greater heights."
>Resting her hoof under her mother's chin, Flurry forces Cadance to look her in the eyes.
>"And I shall become something the likes of which you could never even dream of."
>Standing atop the dais and gazing down upon this scene, you can feel your Soulmate's heart beating with utmost pride.
>She revels in being your slave, your Alpha Mare, and your Queen.
>However, you can sense a subtle shift within her heart.
>Like a certain something emerging from its slumber.
>Cadance's expression also slowly shifts as she continues to stare her daughter in the eyes.
>Her eyes widen and waver, while her pupils shrink and shiver.
>Her ears fold back, her tail droops down, and her mouth hangs agape.
>Yet she doesn't speak a sound.
>Thus, a cold silence hangs in the air for several seconds.
>No words are spoken, for no words need to be spoken.
>Flurry calmly lets go of Cadance's chin.
>And Cadance simply slumps straight to the floor, utterly defeated.

>Flurry turns around, walks away—and your vision is suddenly overtaken by a smiling visage of pink and scarlet.
"A-ah."
>"Hiya, Master!" the floating face in front of you friskily speaks.
>Curtly taking a step back, you clear your throat and address the pegasus who is now hovering at eye level with you.
"Cozy."
>"Mm-hmm!" She nods, clasps her forehooves together, and tilts her head in a cutesy manner. "So, are ya enjoying the show?"
>You nod back.
"Quite."
>Your lips steadily curl up into a coy grin.
"Though, I must say…"
>Lifting up your right hand, you playfully boop her on the nose and leave your finger to linger there; Cozy briefly goes cross-eyed focusing on your outstretched digit.
"…you've got some notoriety on you, huh?"
>Pulling your finger away and waggling it in front of her face, you address her with a jovial tone:
"You 'wretched monster of vilest evil.'"
>She snortily giggles, blithely batting a forehoof your way.
>"Oh, stop it~"
>You do indeed stop your finger waggling, though you continue to cheerfully chide your partner:
"You know, I used to be considered an 'abhorrent fiend' before you entered the room."
>You gesture to the side with your right hand, holding it as an open palm that faces upwards.
"But now—" You pause to let out a light chuckle. "—not only have I been demoted to 'thing' status, but you've also somehow managed to take credit both for 'corrupting' Flurry *and* crystallising the late prince."
>You flex your right hand into a finger gun and point it at Cozy.
"And to think, all you *actually* did was just sit there and watch."
>You fire off a round from your finger gun, puncturing your partner with bullets of unseen satire, before letting your right arm slump back down to your side.
"You're really something else, Cozy."
>She titters into a forehoof and then shrugs her shoulders.
>"What can I say? I tend to have that effect on ponies~"
>She cups her chin with both forehooves.
>"I'm sweet, innocent, and oh-so adorable…"
>Lowering her forehooves down to her chest, she flashes you a pout.
>"…but guess who's *always* first to take all of the blame whenever something goes wrong, hm?"
>You snerk.
"A mystery for the ages."

>"Hm-hm~" she titters. "Oh, but enough about me…"
>She sashays through the air, leaning in towards you.
>"…what about you?"
>Her eyes flit down to the Crystal Heart cradled in between your left arm and your chest.
>"I mean, golly, Master, you've been holding and stroking that thing for so long…"
>Eyes darting back up to you, she shoots you an impish half-smirk.
>"…ponies might start thinking the two of you are an item, ya know?"
>You chuckle.
"Hey, apparently, I'm a 'thing' too—so maybe we *are* an item."
>You look down at the Crystal Heart—that gleaming core of blue resplendence.
"Plus, Flurry said that this Heart 'yearns' for me…"
>You give it a tender caress, feeling it gently pulsate with warm light underneath your fingers.
"…so I thought it only right to pay some of that affection back."
>You hear Cozy let out a wry chuckle.
>"Gee, ever the empath, aren't you?"
>She nonchalantly shrugs her forehooves.
>"Well, whatever; if you wanna stroke your stone that badly, then go ahead."
>Casting you a softly expectant smile, she holds her left forehoof out towards you.
>"Just don't forget about your living, breathing herd, okay?"
>Smiling back, you gently take up her extended hoof within your right hand.
"Wouldn't dream of it, Cozy."
>"Hm-hm-hm~"
>Satisfied with your answer, she floats over to your right side and hovers there, hoof still connected to your hand.
>From there, the two of you look down along the steps to see how those other mares are doing.

>Cadance remains hopelessly slumped against the throne room's cold crystal floor, while Flurry and Luster are currently standing on the red carpet, conversing with one another:
>"…and you're sure you don't need my help with this, Flurry?" Luster asks.
>"I'm sure." Flurry nods. "This is a spell directly connected to the Crystal Heart, and as such, only a Princess of Love such as myself can cast it."
>Flurry assuredly gestures to herself with a wing.
>"Don't worry. Everything will be fine."
>Luster warily nods.
>"Alright, if you're certain—but I'll stick around on standby, just in case."
>"Okay."
>Folding up her wing, Flurry turns around and walks over to Cadance.
>"Mother."
>Weakly lifting her head, Cadance looks up at Flurry with glossy purple eyes.
>She mouths the name of her daughter, unable to will any sound from her lips.
>Flurry speaks to her mother with practised pitilessness:
>"Your tenure as ruler over this Empire has come to an end."
>She narrows her eyes.
>"Which means that your role as a Princess of Love has also come to an end."
>Her horn steadily swirls with incandescent blue light.
>"Thus, it is time for you to go somewhere you may not impede us."
>Glowing rings grow and spin along the length of her horn, while a lustrous orb forms at its very tip.
>Cadance does nothing but watch.
>Flurry coldly continues:
>"And it is time for you to pay your dues."
>After rearing up a little, Flurry blasts Cadance with a continuous beam of pure light-blue energy.
>"Return the blessing you borrowed—and become one with the Crystal Heart!"

>This light-blue magic quickly envelops Cadance's body in a thick yet transparent casing, while the magical bindings that surround her hooves, wings, and horn steadily break away into nothing as she is slowly levitated up into the air.
>Despite the newfound freedom of her limbs, Cadance offers no reaction other than dreary despondency towards her only daughter.
>The Crystal Heart cradled against your body emits a low hum, eliciting an intrigued coo from Cozy.
>This stone artefact then moves of its own accord, floating out from between your arm and chest, hovering about a metre forward—and then rising high up into the air.
>From there, the Heart pulses out a most magnificent light, luminously resonating with the light-blue shell that encases Cadance.
>Cadance's eyes weakly flicker shut, and the mare herself begins to break away within the glittering constraints of this oppressive aura.
>Creeping light of purest white progressively envelops her body from the hooves and tail up; this light then gradually dissipates into small particles of floating luminosity as it steadily consumes more and more of her.
>These particles exit her light-blue prison and make their way up towards the floating Crystal Heart, being drawn into its core by an unseen force.
>And so, this magical process of dissolving Cadance's listless body is unhurriedly deliberate, leaving no blood and forcing no screams—only eating up her etherially transmuted form in a most-meticulous manner.
>At this point, Cadance has now lost all four of her hooves, having only been left with glowing white stumps where her knees and hocks are.
>And soon enough, this consuming light engulfs the entire length of her legs, leaving her limbless—and also tailless.
>The light then slowly crawls up her body, leaving nothing but disseminating particles in its wake.
>As her time in the physical realm draws closer and closer to its ethereal end, Mother finally finds the strength to address Daughter:
>"Flur…ry…Heart…"
>Her eyes remain closed, while her words are both strained and stilted—yet the words come out nonetheless.
>"…my…daugh…ter…"
>The light consumes her torso.
>"…will…al…"
>The light consumes her neck.
>"…ways…lo…ve…"
>The light consumes everything.

>That light-blue magical prison now lies completely empty, and it quickly dissipates into the air after having served its perishing purpose.
>The rest of the wispy particles that once made up the pony known as Princess Cadance are soon drawn up and absorbed into the Crystal Heart, becoming one with its shining core.
>And with the Crystal Empire's former regent fully consumed, the Crystal Heart's hungering light lessens in intensity, softening from a starving radiance to a glutted glow.
>Once the light-blue magic around her horn fizzles out, Flurry gazes at the Crystal Heart in all its appeased glory—before turning up her snout and narrowing her eyes.
>"Your alicorn soul shall serve as ample nourishment for the Crystal Heart. Be grateful, Mother."
>Considering what just happened, Flurry is being rather nonchalant about all of this—on the surface, at least.
>Luster's expression, however, is one of agape awe—amber eyes totally entranced by the satiated Heart up above.
>"Wh-whoa."
>And as for Cozy…
>"Golly…"
>You turn to the right, seeing Cozy looking up at the Crystal Heart while her right forehoof cautiously covers her mouth—her left forehoof, naturally, still holds your right hand.
>Turning her head your way and lowering her right forehoof, Cozy flashes you a toothy grin.
>"That sure was something else, huh, Master?"
>You nod.
"It was."
>You've lived in Equestria for over a year now, but this is the first time you've seen someone's soul get sucked into a magical artefact.
>You suspect that it may be an uncommon occurence.
>Pulling away from your held hand, Cozy excitedly rubs her forehooves together, expression darkening.
>"Almost makes me want to see what *other* bothersome ponies we can stuff in there~"
>She ends her ominous musings on a husky giggle.
>You're not at all surprised by her reaction.
>Cozy's most in her element while she's entertaining the macabre.
>And…well…
>You do happen to find that side of her pretty sexy, too.
>"Aaanyway," she speaks up, letting both of her forelegs fall limp, "now that we've taken care of our our royal problem…"
>She flies in front of you and addresses you with a coy smile, hooves on hips.
>"Don'tcha think it's about high time for the King to take his throne? Golly, you've been standing straight for so long—I'm surprised your legs haven't fallen off!"
"Ahah…" you awkwardly chuckle, rubbing your left shoulder with your right hand.
>You're no stranger to standing up for extended periods of time; such upright fortitude naturally comes with the role of being a masseur, after all.
>And in this case, you suppose your latest client was the Crystal Heart itself, given that you had it comfily cradled in your arms throughout most of this royal upheaval.
>…
>But now that your "client" has become both hearty and glowing…
>Perhaps a chance to rest your legs and relish your victory wouldn't go awry.

>As you open your mouth to agree with your Advisor, another thought springs to mind.
"Hey, wait a minute," you speak up.
>Lifting up your right hand, you gently rest your index finger against her short chest tuft.
>Cozy looks down at your extended limb with curious eyes and parted lips.
"I thought you cared very little for my game of Kings and Queens."
>She looks up at you and blinks a few times.
>"Hm…"
>Pondering your indirect question, her eyes drift to the side in thought.
>"That's right. I *did* say something along those lines, didn't I?"
>You let your right arm fall back to your side.
"Did something change?"
>"Mhm."
>Looking back to you, she nods.
>"You could say I had a…change of heart on the matter."
>She flutters closer to you, and she curtly slips her forelegs under your arms, wrapping them around your back.
>"Don't get me wrong, I'd still love to be an Empress…"
>Resting her head on your right shoulder, she oh-so-quietly whispers into your ear:
>"…but being your Queen—I wouldn't mind that either~"
>She softly pushes her strong body up against your suit, compelling you to step backwards.
>One step… Two steps… Three steps…
>You almost trip on the throne's cushion—but Cozy carefully supports your weight from behind, and she gently lowers you down into a sitting position.
>She handles your whole human weight with ease, yet you can feel her toned belly expand and contract against your body—and you can hear her snort out a horsey huff straight past your right ear, causing you to involuntarily shiver.
>This sly mare has once again coerced you into being at her full muscular mercy, it seems.
>Not that you mind, though; there's a certain comfort that comes with being held within a mare's powerful forelegs—and you're quickly growing fond of this feeling.

>Soon enough, you find yourself sitting down upon the luxurious light-blue cushion that makes up your new throne's seat.
>Your rump sinks right into its pleasant padding, while your legs stretch out across its plush surface.
>Your feet—which still sport your snazzy black dress shoes—hang off from the cushion and rest their heels atop the velvety red carpet.
>Cozy quickly settles herself down on your lap, sitting her rump right atop your groin and locking her hindlegs around your waist, making her preferred position palpable.
>"Phew…"
>Pulling her head away from your shoulder and slipping her forelegs out from under your arms, she rests both of her forehooves upon your shoulders while flashing you a sultry grin.
>"…there~"
>Before you say anything, she wiggles her hips into yours while biting her bottom lip.
>"Mmf~"
>You might be dressed to the nines right now, but you'd be lying if you didn't feel at least some measure of excitement from her self-indulgent movements.
>…Also, you worry that she might be staining your nice suit.
>"You…"
>She halts her hip movements and lets out a deep, throaty sigh.
>"…you make a really nice throne, Master~"

>You address her earnest praise with a wry grin:
"Well, I'm glad you feel so, ahem, *strongly,* but…"
>You cast a brief glance over her shoulder and out towards the throne room, gazing at those large doubles doors over by the far end.
>Then, you look back to her.
"…aren't thrones supposed to face the other way?"
>Humming in thought, she throws a brief glance of her own over her shoulder, but then quickly snaps her gaze back to you.
>"Sure, I *guess* I could look out there and gaze upon the Empire we conquered together."
>Tilting her head at an angle, she addresses you with a softer tone:
>"Or…I could spend my days looking at you…"
>Using her right forehoof, she caresses your left cheek.
>"…my partner who made everything possible."
>Her scarlet eyes regard you with a heartfelt fondness, warming up your soul.
>You find yourself responding to her affection in kind:
"I suppose I can't argue with that logic."
>Lifting your two hands up from your cosy cushion, you rest them upon Cozy's shoulders and kindly smile at her.
"After all, that means I can spend my days looking at you…"
>Lifting your hands even further, you gently cup her chin with both palms.
"And your adorable face…"
>You stroke her cheeks with your thumbs.
>She closes her eyes and lets out a happy sigh:
>"Haaah~"
>You trail your hands down from her chin, deliberately rolling your digits over her black choker as you descend to her chest.
>Her marely tuft might be on the short side, but it still feels splendidly soft against your fingers.
>"Mmf…"
>You fondle her fluff for a bit before continuing:
"As well as this rocking bod…"
>You slowly slide your digits down this pegasus's six-pack abs, making sure to savour every rigid contour and firm bump.
>Opening her eyes, she stares straight at you and lets out a proud, mareish snort.
>"Hffff~"
>You can feel her tighten her thighs around your waist and flex her forehooves around your shoulders.
>She's giving you a potent reminder of her hard-earned strength.
>There's a fire in her eyes—and it's a fire only meant for you.

>You take some time to properly venerate her strong abdominal muscles with your kneading thumbs—eliciting a few more hearty hums and prideful snorts from her.
>Then, you trail your hands even lower, making a curving detour around her innie navel as you do.
>You soon find yourself touching upon her soft furless region—and the barely protruding mounds that reside within.
>"Nn…" she tenses a little, already sensing what you're going for—yet making no move to stop you.
"Ah…" you coo.
>There's really not much to them, but that in of itself has its own charm.
>Thus, you sensually circle your digits around those flat yet fleshy bumps, teasing her sensitive flesh, watching how her flickering expression attentively follows every single one of your fingers' movements with a bitten lip…
>And when your fingers close in around those budding mosquito bites she calls her nipples—you give the both of them a light and loving pinch.
>Body tensing even more, Cozy throws her head back and lets out a throaty moan up into the air:
>"Aah~!"
>She laboriously breathes in and out through her mouth as you tenderly rub and squeeze her tiny ducts in between your fingers.
"And of course, I can't forget these cute, perky teats," you finish with a bawdy grin.
>Thighs firmly clenching and forehooves needily caressing, Cozy manages to bring her sights back down from the ceiling.
>She gazes at you with lidded eyes and a flat mouth—
>And then heatedly huffs in your face:
>"Hmph~"
>This sudden blast of mare air forces you to take your fingers off of her teats and jerk your head to the side.
"O-oof." You cough a little.
>Your reaction coaxes a husky giggle from her lips.
>"Really, Master," she softly chides you. "You just can't help yourself, can you?"
>Cupping your chin with both forehooves, she gently tilts your head back her way.
>She then regards you with a sultry smirk.
>"You're always wanting more~"

>Her words strike true, causing you to let out a breathy sigh:
"Hah…"
>But you're not about to take your slave's sassy satire lying down, so you continue:
"Perhaps, but you're the exact same way, aren't you?"
>She removes her forehooves from your chin.
>"Oh?"
>Her expression turns curious—arched eyebrow included.
>"Whaddaya mean?"
>You flash her a half-smirk.
"There's no need to play coy with me, Cozy."
>You glance at how her forelegs are now demurely curled up to her chest.
>Cute.
"All things considered, you must've had a pretty cushy life here in the castle."
>Placing both hands on her shoulders, you thoughtfully rub her strong muscle with circular motions.
"And yet you still wished to enslave your friends, conquer the Empire—and enact your own personal vendetta upon those you begrudged."
>Slowly, you trail your right hand up her neck.
"You've achieved everything you set out to do—"
>Using your thumb, you tenderly scritch around the area where her choker meets her throat; she emits a very quiet hum in response.
"—and you only had to slightly inconvenience yourself to do it."
>You move your hand even higher, resting it under her chin and idly rubbing your thumb along her soft jowl.
"Even now, I can see it in your eyes…"
>You peer deep into those scarlet eyes of hers—those sanguine suns blazing with everlasting ambition.
"You're still wanting more."
>This mare used you; she used all of you.
>She tried to wipe your slaves' memories and make you her servile pet.
>And in return, you…
>You gave her everything she ever wanted.
>You gave her a loving, doting husband. You gave her a caring, trustworthy herd. You gave her a warm, comfy throne.
>You've given her the means with which she can exact righteous retribution upon her enemies and further expand her influence all throughout Equestria.
>She beguiled you with two-faced trickery, and in return—you ended up satisfying both her needs as a mare and her desires as a villain.
>And yet, despite having played straight into her scheming hooves, you…
>"Hm-hm-hm-hm~" Cozy softly titters into her right forehoof. "Well, you're not entirely wrong."
>You arch an eyebrow of your own.
"'Entirely?'"
>"Mhm." She nods. "It's true that I'm very happy with the way things turned out."
>With a wistful smile on her face, she gazes to the side.
>"But this isn't an inconvenience for me."
"Oh?" you reply with an inquisitive tone. "You truly see no problem with becoming a 'thing''s slave?"
>Giving the underside of her chin another careful scritch, you flash her a sly grin and continue:
"Come on, be honest."
>Her eyes flit back to yours, becoming slightly more solemn.
>"Hm…"
>That's right, you've put the Masterly "tell the truth" clause into effect now; there's no escaping this one.

>"Well, as it so happens," Cozy begins with a mindful tone, "this 'thing' is somepony near and dear to me, so…"
>She lightly shakes her head.
>"…no. I consider our current arrangement to be more of a pledge than anything else."
>Her smile grows more confident as she slowly trails her right forehoof up along your neck.
>"Besides, I think it's fair to say we both benefitted heavily from this…"
>Lidding her eyes, she rests her hoof under your chin, propping up your head just like you prop up hers.
>"…isn't that right, Partner?"
>You take a moment to respond, silently holding this mirrored position you two share.
>She gave you the collars with which to make these three pink mares yours, and you've overthrown this Empire's rulers in her stead.
>Thus, you now find yourself sitting atop this Empire's plushy throne—having finally acquired the luxury, respect, and power that you've always yearned for.
>And you owe it all to the mare snugly sitting on your lap.
>She used you, yes, but she also aided you at the same time.
>This partnership has turned out to be quite the mutually fruitful one in many respects.
>You'd be a fool to cast it aside now.
>So ever shall it continue, even as Master and slave.
"Yes," you answer her, "I couldn't agree more…"
>You grant her an affectionate smile.
"…Partner."
>She returns that smile in equal measure.
>"Hm~"
>There's a certain…weight in how you two of you refer to each other in this very moment.
>It carries within it a deep, earnest acceptance of one another's flaws and vices.
>For it is a Partnership unlike any other.

>Cozy slips both forelegs behind your upper back and pulls herself towards you, soon resting her soft snout right against your nose.
>You let your arms fall down along her body, snaking them underneath her elbows and wrapping them around her back in a warm embrace.
>She closes her eyes, as do you, and the two of you quietly share breath as bonded Partners.
>That cinnamon-scented breath is as pleasant as ever, carrying within it a spicily sweet sense of resolve.
>After several seconds, she eventually speaks up, gently whispering against your lips:
>"By the way, you were right. I *do* want more."
>She gives you a light nuzzle.
>"But I want more with *you,* Partner."
>You partially open your eyes, seeing that hers currently remain closed.
>"And I'm not gonna stop…"
>However, the dark smile upon her lips makes no effort to hide her innermost self.
>"…until absolutely *everything* belongs to us~"
>Giving her a nuzzle of your own, you fondly stroke her withers.
"Then I'll be counting on you, Partner."
>Inhaling deeply, her smile falls into one of simple and honest contentment.
>She then heaves a hearty sigh against your lips:
>"Haaah~"
>She relaxes her posture and idly caresses your back, feeling wholly and utterly at ease with you.
>Her fluffy wings also unfurl and softly slip behind your midsection, wrapping you up in her trademark six-limb lock.
>…Well, technically, Flurry can do this too—but her lankier stature and larger wings make this intimate position a bit more awkward for her to pull off.
>Cozy's smaller size, on the other hand, makes her the picture perfect Partner when it comes to sitting on your lap and embracing you in a full body hug.
>While her wings may not be able to completely envelop like you like an alicorn's, they possess their own distinct downy charm, working in tandem with all four of her legs to cling onto you with both firm-fitting affection and totally unbridled warmth.
>Make no mistake, Cozy might be a "wretched monster of vilest evil"—but she also has no end of love in her heart to offer for her beloved Partner.
>And that's just the way you like her.

>Meanwhile, Flurry and Luster slowly ascend the throne's steps together.
>You are unable to see them from your position, but you are able to hear them.
>One mare gracefully clears each step with a single hup and a single hop, while the other strenuously clambers up every one.
>It isn't hard to tell who's who.
>They make conversation as they climb:
>"So, Flurry, about your…nngh…mom. Is there a reason we didn't just turn her into a statue like your dad?"
>"Mhm, Mother might be a disgrace of a princess, but she's still an alicorn, and as such, conventional sealing methods are far less reliable on her. Hup—!"
>Flurry hops up the second step.
>"—hence, the need to bind her within a prison that can properly contain her power: the Crystal Heart."
>"Alright, sure. But aren't you worried about her messing with the Crystal Heart from the inside and maybe even…mmrgh…turning it against us?"
>"Not at all. While it's true that Mother possesses an affinity with the Heart, it pales in comparison to mine. My superior affinity alone is enough to keep her safely suppressed. Hup—!"
>Flurry hops up the third step.
>"—however, the Crystal Heart itself also desires to see Mother remain locked away for her incompetence, so we truly have nothing to fear when it comes to her continued imprisonment."
>"Oh, okay then… Phew… These steps are *way* taller up close…"
"Hm…"
>Given that Flurry has now made her way up to the top of the dais, you gently pull away from Cozy's sniffy face, causing your Partner to partially open her eyes and let out a lightly discontented huff your way.
>You give Cozy a few soft strokes on the withers to placate her; then, you peek over her left shoulder to see what lies beyond.
>Over by the dais's edge, you can see Flurry sitting down on her haunches; she's looking your way, and she currently wears a solemn expression upon her regal features.
>Said solemnity quickly disperses once her light-blue eyes make contact with yours, though.
>You see her ears perk up, and her lips curl into a gentle smile.
>She then trots over to you with a spirited gait—dragging her shiny silver hoof shoes across your throne's luxury cushion as she does.
>You're very tempted to admonish her for her uncouth ways—although, thinking about it, perhaps it's simply a part of prissy pony culture to don their fancy regalia at almost all times.
>In any case, you decide to let her off for now, as you can sense her heart beating with some degree of uncertainty.
>Your Soulmate is in dire desire of consolation from her dear Master.

>Flurry soon makes her way over to your right side and sits down on the throne's cushion, facing you.
>You can see her eyes sparkle with heartfelt adoration and tender need.
>Cozy regards her herdmate with a bored side-eye, neither tightening nor loosening her hold on you.
>As for you, you decide some due praise is in order.
"Flurry…"
>Lifting your right arm from Cozy's back, you lovingly scritch under Flurry's chin, causing her butt to wiggle and her tail to wag.
"…you did extremely well today. Nice work out there."
>"Hm-hm~" she chipperly titters. "Master~"
>She leans in towards your face, and the two of you enjoy a brief but nice nosey nuzzle.
>Pulling away, she addresses you with good cheer:
>"It was all thanks to your love and support, Master!"
>Turning her head, she addresses the mare on your lap with that very same cheer:
>"And you were a big help too, Glowie! We couldn't have done this without your expert guidance!"
>A faint blush crosses Cozy's aloof expression as she glances off to the left.
>"Mm…"
>Flurry giggles at her bestie's bashfulness, before looking upwards and lighting up her horn.
>Using manipulation both magical and meticulous, Flurry levitates the Crystal Heart all the way down to where the three of you sit, soon floating it over in the free space that's in front of you and off to your right.
>Casting that radiant artefact an introspective glance, you take the opportunity to speak up:
"I suppose I ought to be thanking the Crystal Heart too, huh?"
>Reaching out with your right hand, you give its shining surface a tentative stroke, feeling its stony warmth pulse through your fingers.
>"Mhm." Flurry merrily nods to you. "It was a big help!"
>Her expression slowly turns more serious as she continues:
>"Although, now that we've finally seen our succession through, I should get ready to return the Crystal Heart back to its proper place soon."
>You arch an eyebrow her way.
"That's the pedestal under the castle, right? Why, is the replica we made not enough?"
>"I have no doubt that the replica will keep this city's populace fooled for the long term."
>She turns her head and examines her own reflection upon the Heart's light-blue veneer.
>"However, I believe it would be prudent to make sure everything stays in order, just in case."
>You nod.
"Ah, that does make sense."
>Flurry's choice to bring this artefact up here was mainly so she could flex her eminence over her own mother, but who knows if there are any long-term consequences that could come about as a result of keeping the Crystal Heart away from its pedestal.
>Also, on the off chance your Empire is visited by someone who actually *does* know how the Heart operates…
>Yeah. Better put it back where it belongs.
>It would've made a wonderfully glowing ornament for your seat of rule—but alas, it was not meant to be.

>Flurry turns to face you, and you see her eyes shimmering with an earnest plea.
>"Oh, but do make sure to visit it sometimes, won't you? The Crystal Heart shall always welcome your company, Master."
>You chuckle.
"Will do."
>Your Kingly schedule will no doubt be a tight one in the coming days, but you'll definitely find a way to make some time for a bout of artefact appreciation.
>After all, the Crystal Heart is Flurry's divine birthright; not only is it a crucial part of your Soulmate—but it's also what keeps this Empire safe from the stormy forces that lurk just outside the city borders.
>Plus, if what Flurry said earlier held any merit—and you fully believe that it did—then the Crystal Heart has wholly accepted you as this Empire's rightful ruler.
>Thus, you feel it only right to pay it the proper respect from time to time.
>Of course, as Cozy mentioned to you a few minutes ago, you can't forget about your living, breathing herd:
>Your Soulmate, your Partner, and your—
>"H-hah…!"
>Cautiously peering over Cozy's right shoulder, you can see the upper half of a unicorn slowly clambering its way onto the dais.
>The rest of the unicorn soon follows suit, and she takes a few seconds to catch her breath:
>"Hah…hah…hah…"
>Your attention is totally enamoured by the sight of this chubby mare exercising the utmost limits of her athleticism—but out from the corner of your vision, you can see Cozy rolling her eyes.
>"Hah…hah…phew…"
>Now having sufficiently recovered, Luster leisurely walks up to you with a slumped gait, fumbling onto the throne's cushion and stumbling over to your left side.
>Once there, she flops onto her belly and rolls onto her back, leaving her limbs lying outstretched and her sights set skyward.
>"Hah…hah…hah…"
>After taking a few more hearty breaths, she tilts her head your way and flashes you a lazy smile.
>"Heya…Master…"
>You smile back at her.
"Luster."
>Moving your left hand away from Cozy's back—and eliciting another huff from the pegasus in question—you give Luster's proudly protruding potbelly a few appreciative rubs.
>Like always, your Sow's tummy is pleasantly soft to the touch.
"Nice work making it all the way up here."
>Her tail languidly bats at the cushion.
>"Heh…heh…" she breathily chuckles. "Next time…carry me please…"
>You snerk.
>Cozy, meanwhile, sighs against your suit and narrows her eyes down at Luster.
>"Couldn't you have just flown up here?"
>"Nah…don't have wings…"
>"You have magic."
>Luster blinks a few times, then mumbles out:
>"…Eh…too much effort…"
>Cozy scoffs and looks away.
>"Utterly incorrigible…" she grumbles to herself.
>Flurry adds her own cheery giggles into the mix.
>"Now, now, Glowie. Lustie was busy helping me out with my spells earlier, so she needs some time to recover her magic."
>"Yeah…" Luster weakly twirls her left forehoof up in the air. "…yeah…that's exactly it…not enough magic…"

>Letting her lifted foreleg flop down across her chest, Luster steadily scrutinises your suit's tie with a slothful eye.
>"Still…thought I'd be seeing a saucier sight up here…"
>Using her right forehoof, Luster playfully nudges Cozy's outer thigh.
>"'Cause it sure sounded like you were really enjoying yourself with Master earlier…eheh~"
>Cozy turns up her snout, totally refusing to get her teats in a twist over Luster's sly remark.
>"Hmph."
>Luster decides to leave the teasing there, and she turns her jovial gaze over to you.
>"Y'know…this throne's cushion is…mmph…" She happily wiggles her back into the blue padding. "…actually really comfy."
"Yeah." You nod in agreement.
>Indeed, it's just as plush and pliant as Flurry's pink bed.
>The Royal Family truly don't cut any corners when it comes to giving your butt a good place to rest.
>"And hey," she continues, casting a cursory glance along the cushion's wide perimeter, "there's enough room for all four of us and then some."
"Mhm."
>It's about four times your width, giving ample space to move about while still remaining maximally at ease.
>You truly have no complaints about these reigning amenities—and you doubt the rest of your herd has anything bad to say, either.
>"It's kinda like this throne was built to house four rulers, eheh~"
>You cast Luster a wry grin.
"What, you mean like a quadarchy?"
>"Heh, heh," she chuckles, "maybe~"
>Lazily lifting her left forehoof up to her mouth, she loudly yawns into it.
>"Mhm…" She smacks her chops together a couple times. "Think I need some time to, uh, recover my magic…"
>Crossing both forelegs over her chest, she closes her eyes and mumbles up into the air:
>"Watch over me, my Boar…"
>Out of your three mares, Luster is easily the lowest maintenance of them all.
>That's not to say she doesn't get needy, though—she definitely does—but it's nice to know that you can expect occasional pockets of slovenly calm in between Cozy's craftiness and Flurry's hyperactivity.
>Cozy, meanwhile, shakes her head in disbelief.
>"How you managed to hold down a job, I'll never know."
>"Was easy…" Luster dozily replies. "Just had to look important…s'all…"
>Being the Princess's protege probably helped, too.
>Speaking of princesses…
>Turning your head over to the right, you can see Flurry intently listening in on this conversation with a merry smile upon her face.
>Ever the chipper one, she is.
>Until she goes into "Queen mode," of course—then she becomes the real boss of the herd.
>But even the biggest bosses can be tamed with a little Kingly affection; that's something you've learned through living with her long enough.

>Incidentally, the Crystal Heart is still floating in the same place Flurry left it: idly hovering in the space that's adjacent to your Soulmate and your Partner.
>Within its gleaming core, the spirit of a sovereign past has been securely sealed.
>But you can't help but wonder…
"Hey, Flurry."
>Both Flurry and Cozy direct their attention your way.
>"Mm?" Flurry answers.
"Your mother—is she still alive in there?"
>"She should be, I think." She tilts her head like a curious owl. "Why?"
"Just…"
>You contemplatively cup your chin with your right hand.
"…it almost seems like a waste to let her rot in there, you know?"
>She blinks.
>"A…a waste?"
>Gazing off to the side, she pensively hums, one ear flicking.
>A hoof gently prods at your chest.
>"Let me stop you right there, Master."
>You look down:
>It's Cozy's right forehoof.
>Your eyes flit up to her face, seeing that her expression is a surprisingly serious one.
>"The thing you're thinking about, I wouldn't recommend it."
"Hm?" You lift an eyebrow. "About Cadance?"
>"Yup." She nods. "Trust me, you don't wanna go there."
>Cozy throws a brief glance Flurry's way.
>"If there's one thing I learned about Princesses of Love throughout all of this, it's that the feelings they bear towards their loved ones aren't so easily erased."
>Cozy then looks back to you.
>"It's not something you can simply overwrite with any amount of mind control—" Retracting her hoof, she gestures towards her choker. "—nor one of my collars."
"Ah…"
>She rebuts your idle whimsy in such a confident manner.
>As disheartening as it may be to have your dreams of sweet oyakodon crushed, you also see no reason to disbelieve Cozy—and indeed, your personal experiences with Flurry's potent emotions only corroborate your Partner's claims.
"So there's really no chance?" you ask with your remaining sliver of hope. "Even though Cadance was far weaker than Flurry?"
>"Mm-hmm." Cozy nods with hope-crunching affirmation. "Weak though she may have been, Cadance's love for her husband is what kept her going strong, both mentally and magically. If you try to mess with feelings like those—well, there's no telling what might happen. It's incredibly risky."
"Right…" you say, solemnly accepting your mono-pink-princess reality.
>"So it's for the best that we keep those lovebirds far apart—" She holds up both forehooves at eye level. "—two separate crystal prisons for two separated souls."
>Oh, that's right; you still have that lingering crystal statue to deal with.
>It should serve as quite the princely decoration, you feel—a suitable symbol of this Empire's subjugation—the only question is where you should place it.
>The royal barracks, perhaps?
>Or maybe even a hedge maze…
>…
>Ah, whatever. You'll figure it out later.

"Phew…" you sigh out. "But I gotta say, that's quite the effort we're putting in to keep those former rulers out of our hair."
>Cozy giggles.
>"I know, right?"
>She airily twirls both of her forehooves about in the air.
>"Golly, if it were up to me—" She suddenly clasps her forehooves together. "—I would've just offed 'em."
>"A-ah," Flurry lets out a light gasp, body slightly tensing.
>"Buuut," Cozy continues, flashing Flurry a half-smile, "Flurry-wurry's the boss, and she wanted her parents dealt with in a way that didn't spill any blood…"
>Cozy taps her chin for a second, and then adds:
>"…or break any crystals."
"I see…"
>It doesn't surprise you that Flurry still holds some sentimentality towards her folks.
>She might be a villain, but she's not black-hearted.
>Although, thinking about it, one could argue that your Queen has delivered unto her parents fates worse than death.
>…
>Eh, ruminating on Equestrian morality isn't going to do you any favours.
>This world is an utterly topsy-turvy one, and there are some parts of it you doubt your human mind shall ever comprehend.
>The one thing that you know for sure is that you have your mares—and you are happy.
"Well," you speak up, turning to your Soulmate, "if that's how Flurry wanted it done…"
>You flash Flurry a warm smile.
"…then I see no problem with it."
>She casts you a warm smile back—silent yet sincere.
>Cozy, however, has a more teasy take on the situation:
>"Well, I'm glad we got the chance to set our priorities straight."
>She blithely pats you on the shoulder.
>"I really do get how you feel though, Master," she says, grin turning disconcertingly impish. "After all, without Cadance, you're not gonna be able to trade up like you wanted~"

>Both yours and Flurry's eyes shoot open and snap towards Cozy's.
"Wh-what?!" you sputter out. "T-trade up?!"
>"Glowie! How could you even *say* such a thing!" Flurry indignantly pouts at Cozy. "Master would never *ever* replace me!"
"Yeah!" you defensively raise your voice. That's right!"
>Quickly stabilising yourself, you lower your tone—but keep the pyre of passion burning ever bright.
"Flurry's my Soulmate—the mare I look forward to spending the rest of my eternal life with, and I couldn't imagine spending even a single day apart from her. She is my better half, my dependable mare, my stalwart steed, my trusted Queen—my everything."
>Turning your head, you look at Flurry—who is gazing back at you with parted lips and fully swivelled ears.
"There's simply no 'trading up' when it comes to you, Flurry; you're irreplaceable to me—" You reassuringly rest your right hand upon her withers. "—and I love you far beyond what mere words could state."
>She slowly takes in your words, shimmering eyes brimming over with mawkish emotions.
>"I-irreplaceable…"
>She lets a heavy, quavering sigh, lips shakily curling upwards.
>"M-master…!"
>Her next movement is a blur.
>So quick you can't even comprehend it.
>All you know is that your nose is currently being aggressively yet tenderly nuzzled by something soft and supple.
>"I love you too! You're super duper *mega* irreplaceable to me! And I want to be with you forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and—" She forces in a gasp. "—ever and ever and ever and eternity and I love you so much and I'll never let you go!"
"A-ah…ahah…" you awkwardly chuckle under this targetted burst of sugary affection. "S-same here…"
>You've come to realise this already, but Flurry's kind of like the emotional equivalent of a rubber band.
>Whatever love you put into this mare, it *will* slap you back in the face full force—and with added interest.
>Such is the life you've wrought from matching your soul with a Prin—no—a *Queen* of Love.
>You never—not even for a second—thought to replace Flurry with her mother.
>But…
>"Hm-hm-hm~" you hear Cozy quietly titter. "Is that so~"
>…you think you understand what your Partner was trying to go for here.
>Cozy wasn't trying to put you on blast—rather, she was addressing an unspoken insecurity in Flurry's heart before it had any opportunity to bud.
>At least, that's what you *hope* she was getting at.
>With a mare like her, it's hard to tell.

>Using both hands, you manage to pry yourself away from Flurry's schmaltzy onslaught.
>Then, you turn over to your Partner—who wears a highly amused grin on her face—and lightly boop her on the snout.
"Very funny, Cozy," you say, letting your finger linger.
>You flash her a knowing half-smile—naturally, she instantly picks up on this.
>"Oh?" She pulls away from your finger, expression totally puckish. "Was I that obvious~?"
"I like to think I'm getting better at recognising my Partner's tricks."
>"Mhm-hm-hm-hm~" Cozy titters into a hoof. "I suppose I better step up my game then~"
>You blink a few times.
"Er…"
>You pull your hand back.
"…try not to step up your game *too* hard, alright?"
>You know what this mare's capable of.
>Cozy playfully bats a hoof your way.
>"Don't you worry, Master. I'll make sure these tricks are ones that the four of us can all safely enjoy~"
>She places both forehooves on your shoulders and playfully wiggles her hips atop yours.
>"The rest of Equestria, however…" She lets out a short, husky giggle. "…maybe not so much~"
"Mm." You nod. "That's right. The four of us…"
>You cast a sweeping glance across your mares from right to left.
>Flurry is looking at you, becalmed but besotted.
>Cozy is also looking at you, sultry and smug.
>Luster is lazily lying on her back, looking maximally comfy.
>Three mares—all with their own distinct charms.
"Flurry may be my Soulmate…"
>You rub Luster's belly with your left hand and rub Cozy's withers with your right.
"…but the two of you are also equally irreplaceable. Don't ever forget that."
>"Heh~" Luster proudly snorts up into the air, eyes still closed. "Don't I know it~"
>After side-eyeing Luster for a brief second, Cozy breezily holds a forehoof up to her own chest and smiles at you.
>"Golly, if you met another pony who could match *my* adorableness—" She titters. "—we'd *all* be in trouble~"
"Ahah…"
>The idea of trying to manage more than one Cozy Glow sends shivers down your spine.
>Although, thinking about it…
>Actually, no. Better *not* think about it.
>You'll take what you've got at face value; it's much easier to comprehend your situation that way.

>And with that settled, you decide to loop back around to what started this conversation:
"You three mares all mean the world to me."
>Turning to Flurry, you flash her a wry grin.
"Cadance would've been, like, a side piece at best."
>Your Queen chipperly titters into her hoof:
>"Teehee~! Side piece…"
>Oyakodon aside, Cadance's wisdom and experience certainly could've been useful in helping you settle into a ruler's lifestyle.
>No doubt she would've made a fine slave.
>But with both Cozy's wisened wiles and Flurry's royal heritage on your side, you're confident that you'll be able to manage nonetheless.
>Oh, and Luster will be there too, of course—she'll make excellent moral support.
>As both a Master and a King, the idea of growing your slave harem even further is one extremely tantalising to you.
>However, you find it incredibly unlikely that any of your future slaves will manage to grow as close to you as your herd has.
>These three mares have imprinted upon you just as much as you have imprinted upon them.
>Thus, your core herd will always have your utmost priority—no matter how large your harem may grow.
>"Oh, and, um, Master…" Flurry speaks up, tone tinged with some uncertainty.
"Yeah?"
>"About Mother…"
>She turns her head towards the Crystal Heart.
>"…this isn't a guarantee, but it's possible that her continued imprisonment within the Crystal Heart may serve to steadily soften up her soul and leave her more susceptible to your influence."
>She looks back to you.
>"So, given enough time, you might be able to make her your slave just like you wanted."
>You cup your chin with your left hand, totally intrigued.
"Oh really…?"
>"Mm…"
>She gives you a sort of half-nod, one ear flicking.
>"…um, but this is only a maybe, though. I'm still not entirely sure how it works."
"Fair enough, we'd be treading new ground here."
>Moving your right hand up to the underside of her chin, you give your Soulmate a few appreciative scritches.
"Still, it's worth keeping in mind. Good thinking, Flurry."
>Closing her eyes, she does that thing where she happily wiggles her butt and wags her tail again.
>"Mhm-hm-hm-hm~"
>It's super cute.
"I'm a little curious," you continue, "do you have any ideas as to how long it might take?"
>Opening her eyes, Flurry hums in thought:
>"Hm…"
>She then blithely shakes her head.
>"Nope!"
"Ah, figures."
>It was worth a shot.
>Cozy, meanwhile, idly twirls a forehoof in the air.
>"These things tend to take a while…"
>She flashes you a toothy grin.
>"…so, a thousand years ought to do it~"
>You blink a few times.
"A-a thousand…?"
>You puff out a long sigh to your left side.
"That…that's gonna take some time."
>Understatement of the millennium.

>Flurry solemnly hums in agreement, but quickly and excitedly speaks up:
>"Oh! But we have time! We have endless amounts of it!"
>Looking over to Flurry, you can see her countenance utterly brimming with boundless enthusiasm.
>It's infectious.
>"You're my eternal Soulmate!" Flurry turns her head towards Cozy. "And we…um…"
>Flurry trails off, ears flopping down.
>Indeed, Flurry might be an immortal alicorn, and you might be her eternal Soulmate—but Cozy is merely a mortal.
>Cozy doesn't seem too bothered by this lapse in conversation, though—instead, she airily titters into her hoof.
>"Golly, you don't *really* think I'm gonna let the two of you rule Equestria forever without me, do you?"
>She flutters her eyelids at you, tone dripping with sultry confidence:
>"Don't you worry. I'll find a way~"
>You smile at her.
"I don't doubt it."
>"Heh," Luster chimes in from your left, "and as if I'd ever let my Boar go on without his Sow~"
>These mares are determined to be with you for the long haul—the *very* long haul.
>You wouldn't have it any other way.
>"Okay!" Flurry speaks up, carefully levitating the Crystal Heart away and over to the right side of your throne. "Let's get started on our thousand-year-plus reign!"
>Spinning in place and straightening her back, Flurry faces out towards the throne room, bearing a spirited expression upon her face.
>"Girls—look sharp!"
>Cozy wistfully sighs.
>"Oh, if I must…"
>Leaning in yet carefully retracting her wings, Cozy plants a soft smooch upon your lips:
>*Chu~*
>She pulls away and shoots you a wink.
>Releasing her tight limb-lock around your body, she turns around and faces forward—making sure to wiggle her muscly rump right into your crotch as she *properly* settles herself into her new position.
>"Mmh~" she contentedly hums to herself. "The *perfect* throne. It really doesn't get much better than this~"
>After letting out a deeply hearty huff, Cozy looks down along Luster's supine body.
>Your Sow still has her eyes closed and forelegs crossed over her chest.
>Your Partner lets out another huff—this one of light vexation.
>Using the tip of her dextrous tail, Cozy slaps Luster across the snout.
>"O-ow!" Luster covers her nose with both forehooves.
>"Get up, you lazy fool," Cozy speaks with a harsh tone. "At least *try* to look proper."
>Luster groans.
>"Aw…do I have to? It's not like we're expecting any visitors…"
>Flurry giggles, then adds in her own two cents:
>"It's about the principal of the thing, Lustie."
>You decide to add in some cents of your own—anything to get your precious piggy ready and raring:
"Would a nuzzle help you feel better, my Sow?"
>Like a cat shown a laser pointer, Luster's eyes attentively shoot open.
>"Oh!"
>She promptly lowers her hooves, and with her face now fully exposed, you can see her grin rapidly building.
>"Totally would~"

>Swiftly rolling onto her belly, Luster soon pushes herself up into a sitting position and faces you.
>No more words need to be said; the two of you lean in towards each other and enjoy a slow, sniffly nuzzle.
>Her snout is as supple as always—the perfect match for your more-rigid human nose.
>"Mm…mm…hffff~"
>She makes sure to grunt out some of her piggish appreciation your way, too:
>*Oink oink oink~*
>And after a good deal of nose-to-nose contact between Boar and Sow, Luster pulls away from your face, feeling wholly satiated.
>"Alright, I'm fully recharged, heh~"
>Spinning around, she faces forward and proudly plants her rump by your left side, looking well and truly ready to receive any audience this Empire can throw at her.
>Cozy scoffs at her herdmate's swift turnabout.
>"Is that all it took for you? One nuzzle?"
>"What, you wanna do the honours next time?"
>"Ugh, no."
>"Eheh heh~"
>You turn to the right, seeing Flurry regard her two herdmates with a familial fondness.
>Your eyes and hers soon meet.
>You blow a kiss her way.
>She nods with a smile, turning to face you.
>Leaning in, she plants her plush lips upon yours and delivers a soft smooch intoned with utmost amore.
>*Mwah~*
>Pulling back, she gives you another smiling nod and turns around, facing out towards the throne room once more.
>When it truly comes down to it, words are merely a pleasant formality between bonded Soulmates.
>The comforting metronome of her beating heart tells you how she really feels.
>Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump. Ba-Dump.
>Content. Confident. Cherished.
>She's taken a big leap today—all of you have.
>You've conquered a whole Empire in an single afternoon, yet this is only the beginning.
>Between managing your three needy mares and the Crystal Empire itself, there's no doubt that you'll have plenty of work cut out for you in the foreseeable future.
>The path of a King shall be one laid with many trials and tribulations.
>However, you have your loyally villainous herd, and they shall continue to lovingly support you, just as you've lovingly supported them.
>No matter what happens, the four of you will face it together.
>Thus, you rest your left hand upon your Mated Sow's left shoulder, and you rest your right hand upon your Soulmate's right shoulder.
>You straighten your back, and you peer over your Partner's bow-tied mane to gaze over the expansive reaches of your throne room—your Crystal Empire.
>And you let out a deeply satisfied sigh.
"Ah, it's good to be King."

*** THE END ***

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