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Equestria Apocalyptica

Part 3 - Rest and Relaxation

In the time between the second and third rituals, Twilight Sparkle had made many interesting discoveries... not all of them related to magic. Between the third and the fourth - in those two, short days after her and her friends had recovered from their ordeal - she learned much, much more. And indeed, everyone HAD recovered, with remarkable speed, including Rainbow Dash. They'd all been quite worried about her initially, but pegasi WERE known for being quick to heal (a necessary quality considering how often they tended to crash), and more impressively, Dash seemed to have bounced back from her torturous ordeal without any mental issues.

"It was no big deal!" she'd proclaimed the very next morning, seemingly back to her old self. "I mean, sure it hurt a bunch, but I've broken my wings more than once. It'd take a lot more than a bit of pain to knock Rainbow Dash out of the sky!" Rarity had then voiced their collective doubts. "But you acted like you were completely out of it back then! Like you were half-asleep or something!" But Dash had just shrugged. "Well, yeah. You know what a pegasus does if she gets swept up in a hurricane or a waterspout? If you try to fight against it, it'll tear your wings clean off - so you just let go and let the wind carry you until it blows over. I simply did the same thing back there - just went with the flow and waited for it to blow over. I WAS awake, y'know... and I DID notice what you did for me, Rarity. Thanks."

Then Rainbow Dash had mussed up Rarity's carefully-styled mane, the two had hugged, and everything had been all right again... though Twilight still privately had her doubt about whether Dash was as untouched by the ordeal as she seemed to. She'd always had a bad habit of trying to appear tough even when she was hurting. But that was something she'd have to worry about later - for now, more pressing issues were drawing her attention.

Namely, a driving hunger and a terrible thirst. She'd eaten and drunk her fill since returning from the ritual, but she was still getting hungrier and thirstier. It was increasingly clear to her that the twisted 'gift' that Famine had bestowed on her was quite a bit more double-edged than it had appeared at the time. Sure, she could apparently survive on nothing but sexual juices, which had made the ritual easier and would probably be even more vital for the next one... but it seemed like nothing ELSE could genuinely sate her at this point. Spike had helped her confirm this - gobbling up a load of his cum had dulled her hunger for a while.

But she wasn't seeing much of Spike anymore - Rarity had been laying claim to more and more of his time since they got back, and when he DID show up at the library, he was usually exhausted... and so was his supply of sperm. At least getting something to DRINK wasn't a problem - neither Applejack nor Rarity seemed inclined to say no when she offered to get them off with her mouth, and their sweet juices soothed her throat to no end. She was rapidly developing her oral skills, motivated by the abiding thirst, and was becoming increasingly proficient at bringing her friends to multiple orgasms. But that carried with it a problem of its own, for she hadn't told them WHY she was so eager to suck on their delicious little pussies...

She didn't want them to think that she was just using them as living drinking-fountains, after all. And it wasn't as if she wasn't happy just to bring them pleasure - their orgasmic whinnies delighted her almost as much as the satisfying drink she always got out of it. But that also meant that she couldn't ask for their help in locating a stallion to sate her hunger... she could give no reason for asking Rarity to back off on Spike, or for asking Applejack if she could borrow her older brother, Big Macintosh.

She needed an alternate source, and fortunately, it didn't take her long to realize that the solution to that problem was quite close at hand... one of the first spells she'd ever developed: The Want-It-Need-It spell. It was a simplistic, dangerously unstable variant of the love-reinforcing spell that was her old foalsitter Cadance's specialty. Considering that it was already prone to causing dangerous levels of obsession, it took very little adjustment to transform it from a spell of greed to a spell of lust. Now all she needed was a target... someone who wouldn't tell tales or tar her reputation around Ponyville. And fortunately, there was an ample supply nearby.

Wearing a simple, somewhat shabby cloak and hood to conceal her Alicorn features, she thus found herself wandering casually into the large shanty-town that had grown organically west of Ponyville. The ponies there were fugitives from various neighboring - and further-away - kingdoms, who'd poured over Equestria's borders trying to escape whatever doom had laid siege to their homelands. Thousands of ponies and donkeys - and even a few griffons - had found their way into Equestria before the borders were sealed, and several hundred of them had wound up setting up camp near Ponyville.

The refugee-camp was a dirty affair, having grown out of the bare fields using whatever materials were handy. Simple canvas tents were interspersed with shacks made from plywood and rusty sheet-metal. Some of Ponyville's more generous citizens provided the refugees with food, blankets, and other necessities, but there were fewer of these good samaritans these days than there used to be - Rarity wasn't the only one who had noticed a sudden spike in crime, and the popularity of the refugees had been dropping rapidly for a while now.

That, however, suited Twilight just fine - less chance that anyone from Ponyville would be there to recognize her. With her shabby hood pulled low over her head, she blended in with the refugees, trying to ignore the smell of the many unwashed bodies and back-alley toilets around her. She was on the prowl, looking for a likely stallion to test her newly-modified spell on... but she soon realized that it was less a matter of finding one than choosing one. The majority of the refugees were either earth-ponies or donkeys, and even if she ignored the later group, that still left many fine, sturdy, muscular, probably-well-hung stallions wandering around or sitting dejectedly in front of whatever improvised cover they called home these days.

Finally, she settled on one outstanding specimen. His coat was jet-black, his body was muscular yet sleek, and he was a good hoofspan higher than any of the ponies and donkeys around him, suggesting that he probably had a bit of Saddle Arabian blood in him. The Arabian Horses were significantly taller and more spindly than ponies, but mixing that with the stout blood of an earth-pony had clearly resulted in someone who exemplified the best of both. His cutie-mark was a boulder, which probably suggested that his past career involved using his size and strength to haul rocks around - but privately, she hoped that it was indication of something else being rock-hard.

She waited in a side-alley as he passed by, the other refugees instinctively stepping out of his way, then hit him with the spell. Instantly, his head turned in her direction, lust glowing in his eyes. She gave him a coquettish smile and then retreated deeper into the alley, hearing his hoofbeats following close behind. The alley was a cul-de-sac, ending in a point where several improvised structures had been bashed up close together, walls of mud-spattered wood and repurposed roofing-tiles rising around her.

Turning around, she found the huge stallion blocking off the only exit, his shaft already hardening as it emerged from his sheath, hanging down nearly to the ground. The sight made her mouth water - it was nearly as big as those of the full-sized stallions she'd caroused with during the rituals. The spell, she knew, would have inspired him with a sudden, unquenchable lust for her... and she hadn't bothered adapting a counterspell for this new version of it. Right now, she could still escape - just a matter of spreading her wings and taking to the air. Or she could hit him with another spell to paralyze or otherwise disable him. But once she let him get close, she'd be at his mercy - and there'd be no stopping him until he'd exhausted himself completely. The thought aroused her. Her stomach rumbled.

"Well, well... what's a nice filly like you doing in a place like this?" The stallion rumbled as he walked slowly towards her, his tool swinging underneath him as it rapidly hardened and rose towards his belly. She winked at him. "Why, looking for a nice stallion like you, of course... I've been hungry for a big fellow like you who can show me a good time." The seductive words flowed surprisingly easy from her mouth, however unnecessary. She could've probably just turned around and presented her rear, and he would've mounted her without a second thought. But maybe this was better - making it seem like a normal seduction so he wouldn't suspect he'd been magically manipulated.

But now, certainly, the time for words was over. Whatever restraint he had left had evaporated from his eyes when she propositioned him, and now he was advancing on her with eager snorts. She trotted to meet him, and then quickly ducked her head to slip under his chest and between his legs, her mouth already eagerly open to accept his broad cockhead. He snorted in surprise above her as he felt her lips and tongue caress the sensitive tip of his tool, but his hips didn't care for confusion - the feeling of a tight, wet, body-warm orifice around the first inches of his cock told THEM all they needed to know, and they were instinctively bucking for a deeper penetration before their owner had even finished figuring out what was going on.

She eagerly accepted his shaft into her throat - it was big, but not as much as the one that had stretched open her throat originally. It was also covered with old sweat, suggesting that he probably hadn't had a bath since he escaped from his homeland months ago... but to her, that was merely an appetizer to enjoy before the main course arrived. Her tongue danced eagerly, cleaning the shaft as it passed through her mouth to stretch open her throat, and even when the stallion stopped with his radial ring resting against her lips, her tongue crept out past it to caress the rough hide of his travel-stained sheath behind it.

With all this delightful stimulation - and the spell muddling his mind - the stallion wasted no time wondering how this young woman could so easily deep-throat his girth. He just started thrusting; face-fucking her without restraint while her well-trained throat began to milk him. A thick load of cum was already beginning to build in his large, dangling balls, eager for escape... and between the tightness of her throat and the continuous suction of her mouth, it didn't take long before it was found. His cockhead flared as his pleasure peaked, creating a tight seal just shy of the pony's stomach - and then his thick goo began to bubble out of the tip, filling her hungry stomach.

Twilight was saddened to feel the cum pour into her so deeply, she had no chance to taste it... but finally, the hunger that had been growing in her since the previous day had been stilled. An intense feeling of satisfaction filled her, and she started backing away, pulling the long shaft out of her throat as she went - licking its underside all the way, until his still-flared head entered her mouth and filled it with the salty-bitter taste of his cum.

After carefully cleaning it with her tongue, she let it out of her mouth and watched the flared head - almost as big as one of her hooves - sway hypnotically in front of her. The shaft behind it was as hard as ever, showing no signs of softening even though he'd already emptied his balls into her stomach... and was not surprised when she felt his strong legs grab her around the waist and throw her bodily into one of the walls. His eyes were completely filled with lust, showing no signs of intelligence or restraint. As he bore down on her, all she could do was to quickly turn around and lift her tail, pulling her cloak out of the way in the process. Well, it was fair, after all. You couldn't expect a colt to get you dinner without getting something out of it.

She was resting against the wall with her front legs, her body angled upwards. In this narrow alley, it seemed the most expedient way to get business taken care of. The stallion apparently agrees, and reared to the same position, pushing her body against the wall with his own as his still-flared cockhead searched her rear for an available orifice. It found one right beneath her tail - lubricated by her spit, the broad, flat head slipped past her fissured sphincter with surprising ease, and the rest of the shaft soon followed. Her well-worn ass devoured the stallion's huge cock with ease as he grunted above her, pushing her forcefully against the wall.

It didn't stop at the radial ring, either - soon the tough, leathery skin of his sheath was stimulating her sphincter, making it tingle as she eagerly took him right down to the root. She could feel his balls resting against her pussy, radiating heat as they labored to produce his next load. Then, snorting like an angry bull, he began to violently rail her, each thrust powerful enough lift her rear hooves from the ground, briefly suspending her in the air by his cock. She moaned with desire as she felt the pleasure radiate out from her vigorously-massaged intestines, the feeling of being filled by a long, hard meat-shaft by now a welcome old friend.

The sheer perverseness of the situation only seemed to sharpen her lust. She was being mashed up against a wall in a dank back-alley - which, by the smell of it, doubled as an improvised latrine - getting her ass reamed by a stallion she'd never seen before, and whose name she'd probably never know. Only a few yards away, the bustle of the refugee-camp was continuing uninterrupted, and the thin walls of the surrounding, improvised structures ensured that any number of ponies were probably getting an earful. Someone could be sitting right on the other side of the wall she was leaning against, hearing every creak, thrust, and lusty moan.

Soon, they were also hearing her whinny in pleasure as the first anal orgasm washed over her. Several more followed as the stallion proved ever hope she'd had for his stamina true. With single-minded determination, he continued fucking her for nearly an hour, cumming several times and filling her ass with his seed. Her pussy, however, was left sadly neglected - she couldn't risk using her magic to fill it, after all. So when finally he stopped moving, breathing heavily above her as his shaft began to soften and shrink, slipping back out of her stretched-out asshole, she took swift action.

Slipping down to her haunches, she turned around and chased the retreating tool with her mouth, sucking the dollops of leftover cum off his rubbery semi-stiffie. "Come on, big boy, I'm sure you've got at least one more in you..." she mumbled as she stimulated the shrinking staff with her tongue, licking the residue of the lengthy ass-fuck off of it. She hadn't bothered taking an enema before heading out - it seemed pointless, on reflection, and she wasn't sure why she'd done it before. The bitter zing of her own ass just added some flavor to the delicious cum she was licking off the head.

Under the gentle ministrations of her practiced mouth, the retreat stopped, and then reversed as the shaft slowly hardened into a full erection again. Her pussy already drooling in anticipation (not that it hadn't been dripping with juices during the entire session), she quickly slipped back into her previous position, rear legs spread wide as she guided the rising shaft into her eagerly-waiting slit. The stallion, bound by magic that would not let him stop fucking until he was physically incapable of continuing, began to thrust again as soon as he felt the wetness around his cockhead, and her labia parted easily before his unflared girth.

Once again, she was moaning in delight as pleasurable sensations shot through her. Her pussy-lips followed the contours of his cock as it slid inside, informing her of every vein and rough patch... and eventually, conveying to her the rough, leathery texture of his sheath, as his radial ring slipped inside as well. The stallion above her snorted in disbelief as he felt himself sink balls-deep inside the much smaller pony, and his amazement only became greater when a whole new tightness closed around his cockhead. Bottomed-out inside her, his unflared tip had slipped through her still-loose cervix to peek into her womb.

Had he been fully aware, the fact that she was not only capable of something like that, but was actually shuddering in pleasure as he stretched her deepest, most private place open, would have set off alarm-bells in his head. But in his spell-addled mind, all it did was add yet another incentive to fuck her long and hard. And while the 'hard' bit was hanging by a string, that automatically guaranteed the 'long' bit - his exhausted testes took their time working up one last load of cum, giving him a chance to pound her up against the wall for more than 20 minutes, sending her moaning through several more orgasms. With his sheath stimulating her labia and clit, his shaft slipping smoothly through her birth-canal, and the flat, slanted head poking into her cervix at every thrust, she was climaxing every few minutes.

But when he was finally ready to shoot his last load, things suddenly got a bit hectic. Feeling his balls begin to boil, he instinctively thrust as deep into her as he could manage - normally, on a mare his own size, that would've seated his cockhead neatly outside her cervix, corking the area outside as he filled her womb with his fertile cum. But on the much smaller Twilight Sparkle, that last deep thrust put him INSIDE the cervix, and nearly through it. So when his head began to flare, those tight confines squeezed it towards the nearest place that would have space for it - the womb. Both of them could feel the sudden, suction-like pressure as her pussy tried to pull him deeper inside - even though her rump was already pushing against his groin.

Fortunately, Twilight was a smart pony - one of the smartest - and it didn't take her more than a split second to realize what was happening, and react. Abandoning her grip on the wall, she slid her upper body down it, kneeling down in the mud as the scent of old urine wafted from the ground. This changed the angle of her groin, practically pushing her pussy out against her partner - and thus enabling the last couple of inches worth of his sheath to be pulled inside. His flare could now bloom inside her womb, stretching open the upper inch and a half of the cervix and locking itself in place while she redefined the meaning of 'balls-deep penetration'.

Kneeling in the stinking mud, she came repeatedly as his cum flooded her womb, filling and expanding it. Their bodies were practically fused at the hip, neither capable of moving even a millimeter. It would take some time yet for his flare to go down, thus releasing them from their intimate connection - but already, the stallion's body was calling the quits, stepping him down from 'sexually active' mode. During the long, strenuous activity, he'd worked up quite a sweat - and quite a straining bladder. Now that his cock was finally reporting that it was done serving as a conduit for his seed, he lost control of it almost immediately.

The term 'pissing like a racehorse' came to mind, though in this case, it was closer to a draft horse - but the effect was much the same. A thick, high-pressure jet of the hot, yellow fluid emerged from his urethra, and found no place to go. It could only fill Twilight's womb, mixing with the cum already there, stirring it into a thick, frothy mass as her uterus expanded further to contain it all. But it did not occur to her that her sacred womb, which might one day have borne new foals into the world, was being used as a toilet by a nameless stallion. Instead, she merely felt a sense of spreading warmth, and the stimulation of womb-expansion - and came again, moaning and whinnying in pleasure.

Several minutes later - well after the stallion had finished emptying his bladder into her - his flare finally deflated, allowing her to slide limply off his cock. Then, still breathing hard, the stallion left on slightly unsteady legs without another word - leaving her lying on her belly in a back-alley toilet, trying to catch her breath while a frothy mix of cum and piss slowly drained from her well-used pussy. The afterglow of several orgasms filled her mind, and the loads of cum he'd packed into her digestive track from both ends had filled her stomach and sated her hunger. She could hardly remember feeling more content in her life.

When she finally started walking home, she found that she blended into the crowd much easier now, half-covered in stinking mud, while her coat and mane were soaked with sweat from the vigorous physical activity she'd undertaken. It had, she decided, been a thoroughly successful test-run of her newly-modified spell. Of course, she'd probably have to do something like this every day or so to stave off the hunger... but right now, that seemed like a fine thing indeed. Actually, even before the ritual, she'd been thinking that she needed to do something for the refugees - and now, she'd found something. Other ponies could help them deal with hunger and cold - SHE'D deal with their pent-up sexual desires.

At the same time as Twilight Sparkle was seeking sexual satisfaction in the refugee-camp, Rarity was dealing with a hunger of her own - and from the same source, even, though she did not know it. All she knew was that her ass was achingly empty and needed filling. Spikey-Wikey had proven quite adept at this, and had spent nearly half the day - with breaks - mashing his scaly, reptilian hips into her delicate rump. Every time, she'd cum copiously... but she'd also come to dread the feeling of his cock softening inside her, signifying another period spent without something long and hard ramming into her ass.

After all, Spike was only mortal, and though the spirit was ready, the flesh had a way of going soft after the third or fourth time. Initially, she'd been careful to clean his ridged tool off with a moist towel between each session, just to be proper and hygienic - but when the towel got lost during a particularly enthusiastic session, and she found herself desperate to 'fluff' him for another round, she'd resorted to using her mouth... and found him hardening faster than ever as a result. It was disgusting and dirty and terrible, of course - but ultimately, that paled against the necessity of keeping her ass supplied with hard cock. Since then, she'd stuck to using her own spit both for initial lubrication and post-coital cleansing - providing a definite upswing in draconic vigor, but even that had its limitations.

Right now, Spike was snoring in the backroom, exhausted after their latest session... and already, she could feel her sphincter vibrate as if it was trying to squeeze down on something that wasn't there. Well, some of it was due to the injuries she'd sustained there, she was sure. Fluttershy's supply of healing salve had cleaned the deep wounds she'd sustained on her sphincter, and the pain was entirely gone... but it couldn't change the fact that her body had started healing on its own while her sphincter was stretched out. So now, thanks to the growth of scar-tissue, her previously dainty little tailhole had become a rather noticeable, dark-colored ring that stood a good half inch out from her rump whenever it wasn't stretched around a nice, hard cock. Which was entirely too often for her tastes.

Pacing around her store, she let her thoughts roam in search of a solution as she struggled with the rising compulsion to just gallop out the door and beg the first and the best stallion she saw to ass-fuck her... well, most would probably agree, if she offered to do whatever they wanted in return... or maybe she could pay them off with a few gems... no! She had to think straight. What about Twilight Sparkle? She had that delightful spell that gave her a perfectly serviceable cock, didn't she? And she certainly hadn't been shy about using it on her before...

But no, that wouldn't do either... she'd sensed that Twilight already resented the way she'd poached her assistant. If she started making demands on Twilight herself too... the last thing she wanted was for her best friend to start seeing her as GREEDY! Oh, if only she could make phallic constructs of pure magic appear at a whim, the way Twilight could... but she didn't have that sort of talent for magic.

The thought bounced around her head for a while, picking up bits and pieces. Twilight's special talent was magic. HER special talent was fashion - particularly using gems. Hmm. She couldn't weave items out of pure magic the way her friend did with such ease, but she COULD weave things the old-fashioned way. Well, she obviously couldn't weave a dick... not with cloth, anyway. But why should she restrict her creative talents to just a single medium, anyway?

Humming slightly, she cantered into her 'creative room', horn already glowing. She had other materials... the plaster she used for mannequins, glass for beads and accents, gems for decoration, metal for shoes... a dressmaker needed many strings on her bow. And maybe one of those strings could be repurposed. She leafed through the various materials, taking stock of her current supply, considering possible shapes... and then, finally, setting to work, her neglected asshole forgotten for a short while at least.

After an hour's work, her newest creation emerged from its plaster cast. It was shaped like a stylized stallion's tool, mainly made from glass, but banded with iron - both for rigidity and because she figured the difference in texture and temperature conductivity might be interesting. Shimmering gemstones covered the shaft, each a smooth bump with all rough edges sanded off. At the bottom, it then widened significantly, creating a sort of bulb, before tapering down to its normal girth again, and finally ending in a broad base. Just looking at it was making her ass itch.

Quickly, she slathered it with lubricating oil and levitated it with her unicorn magic, moving it behind her to aim its broad head at her hungry sphincter. Now that she was looking at it, though, it seemed... perhaps a bit TOO large. Particularly that broad bulb near the base - she'd made it as a measure to prevent it from sliding out too easily, but she might have overdone it. Just as quickly, however, she realized that she didn't really have a choice. In the grip of her creative process, she'd been able to ignore her urges. Now they were back in full force and then some. She couldn't last long enough to make a smaller model. Heck, she couldn't last long enough to go downstairs and check if Spike was up for another round. She needed it, NOW!

Resolutely, she placed the base of the dildo against the wall, and the other end against her sphincter. She knew she wouldn't be able to maintain control of her magic once she felt it inside her. This way, she could simply... keep backing up. And sure enough, no sooner had the smooth head squeezed its way past her sphincter, than her horn began to flicker. The sensation of being stretched open and filled was intensely satisfying by itself, but the hard, unyielding nature of this penetration made it even more so. As she took the first step back, and felt the bumpy gemstones ripple across the sensitive tissue, she lost her concentration completely, and her magic failed... but the dildo remained, suspended between the wall and her ass.

Breathing heavily, she kept pushing herself backwards, absorbing inch after inch of the bumpy, iron-banded shaft. As more and more of it entered her, her desire and arousal grew towards a fevered pitch, sweatdrops already rolling down her pure, white flanks. By the time she reached the thick part near the base, rationality had fled altogether. Stopping was not an option, even though the thickest part of the bulb was greater in girth than anything she'd ever taken up her ass before. Even if it tore her apart, she needed it inside her.

The bulb was the size of a melon, and two days ago, attempting to fit any such thing inside her ass would have resulted in severe injury. Now, however, being stretched around the thick cock of a fully-grown stallion was the 'baseline' state of her sphincter. Opening further yet to accommodate this new, larger intrusion was entirely within its reach - though that did not mean it did not complain about it. The pain that shot through her body reminded her of when Death had taken her anal virginity... which, of course, only served to further arouse her.

A long, drawn-out moan escaped from between her lips as her ass expanded to a seemingly-impossible degree, and the thickest part of the bulb slipped inside. Then, the pressure of her tautly-stretched sphincter combined with the tapering, well-lubricated ball, pulling the rest inside in a split second as she stumbled backwards. She could feel the simple, blunt head deep inside her, being squeezed against the bend in her intestines by the pressure, and found to her satisfaction that she'd sized it just PERFECTLY - it filled her completely, the entire length of her ass wrapped tightly around its bumpy, unyielding girth.

With the knot inside, it was in no danger of slipping out - and to make it even better, it was decorative too! She'd made it with a broad, round base, which now laid tightly against her buttocks, and insert it with the biggest gemstone she'd had on hand - a nice, light-blue diamond that matched her cutie-mark beautifully. Eager to see how it looked, she cantered towards the nearest floor-length mirror, but found herself getting weak in the knees along the way. Whenever she moved, the huge dildo shifted inside her, the varied textures of the iron bands, jewel knobs and smooth glass surface playing across her insides delightfully.

By the time she reached the mirror, she was outright panting with desire. Looking at her rear end's reflection, she admired the way the huge gem drew the eye towards her shapely buttocks while hiding her unsightly, red-brown sphincter. Of course, it also drew quite a bit of attention to the fact that her pussy lips, right below it, were fully engorged and drooling clear juices - and when she wriggled her bum (drawing fresh moans of pleasure from her as she felt the dildo shift inside her in response), the way the jewel moved made it rather clear that it was attached to the end of something long and hard. Certainly, it was a... daring fashion-statement.

It was, perhaps, a bit TOO risqué to wear in public, she thought, giving the gemstone a little spin with her telekinesis to give it a slightly better angle. The sensation nearly made her collapse - the ridges and bumps moving across the internal surface of her ass, spinning smoothly with the help of the lubricating oil. Almost on instinct, she spun it some more - and this time, she DID collapse, her legs giving out under her as the pleasure washed over her. It was a simple movement, though - one she could maintain even in the throes of pleasure.

The gemstone sealing her anus glowed with the blue aura of her magic as it spun, faster and faster, kicking off pre-orgasmic tremors throughout her body as the bumpy shaft inside her stimulated every square inch of her ass simultaneously. Soon, she was writhing on the floor as the first orgasm washed over her, staining the stylish carpet with her pussy-juices. Focused by the pleasure, her mind adapted to the driving need to keep the magic flowing even through the climax, and after her second climax had come and gone, she started adding a pistoning motion to the still-spinning shaft.

With the spinning dildo working as a drill, her sphincter parted more easily around the large knot, stretching to accommodate it as she pulled the first couple of inches out - not quite to the thickest point. Then, she pushed inside again, faster and harder, aided by her own body as it sought to keep the huge toy inside. Soon, she was cumming again, her body flopping around freely on the floor as the source of the pleasure followed her every movement. She lost track of time as she rolled on the floor, the huge dildo constantly rotating and piston-fucking her, a heavenly feeling of fullness and satisfaction radiating from the ever-hard tool.

She did not stop until her magic ran out, her exhausted horn fizzling and sparking, unable to produce the torque to keep it going. She lay still for a while after that, catching her breath while black spots danced in front of her eyes. The orgasms had been coming so hard and fast, she'd lost count of them almost immediately. Her pussy, untouched through it all, was gaping open between her engorged labia, the clit peeking out from under its hood below it - the whole thing begging silently for someone, ANYONE, to fuck it.

It was, however, a feeling she could manage. Oh, if some stallion - or donkey, or mule, or dragon or... well, anything with a nice, hard cock really - were to suddenly grab her rear and pound her pussy without so much as a how-do-you-do, she would have eagerly egged him on and begged him to go faster. She definitely WANTED to get her pussy fucked properly. Well, that much stood to reason, seeing as the poor thing hadn't been touched since she got back from the ritual yesterday. But - she could handle it! She could still think and act normally. It wasn't like the way her ass cried out for attention when it was empty, blanking her mind and robbing her of the ability to think of anything else.

Somewhat shakily, she got to her hooves again and took another glance in the mirror. Several lines of oily lubricant could be seen running down from the gemstone that crowned her ass, and the spinning action had speckled her entire backside with the same fluid. Beneath it, her pussy gaped open, obscenely inviting and impossible to miss. So what if it was a tad risqué? She WAS known as the most fashion-forwards pony in Ponyville, so if she didn't blaze a trail towards a new kind of fashion, who would? And besides, she could no longer imagine parting with the huge, intestine-filling tool for longer than she absolutely had to.

Well, she'd have to take it out occasionally, of course, to... do her business, she thought as she walked carefully down the stairs to her shop. And if she had a chance to replace it temporarily with something comparably-sized but alive, well, that would be okay too. But wearing it to bed was a must - she'd slept terribly the night before. Only Spike's nighttime vigil in her store, and willingness to bend her over the counter and vigorously ass-fuck her to sleep, had enabled her to get ANY shut-eye.

She'd probably get some odd looks when she wore it to go shopping and such, but the thought didn't particularly bother her. Maybe the sight would attract a few horny stallions who might volunteer to help fill her empty pussy. The thought made her pause as she was passing through the main store, on her way to see if Spike had recovered enough to give her aching slit some attention. Nobody had been in to shop while she'd been rolling around in orgasmic bliss upstairs. Nobody had come by yesterday, either, while she was busy recovering from the ordeal at the ruined castle.

Her store had enjoyed a brief period of attention when the situation first began to deteriorate, and all the Canterlot nobility had busies themselves with parties and balls to distract themselves from the impending disaster. But that stage had passed, and now they seemed to be spending their money elsewhere - probably on hoarding supplies at their personal estates so that they might survive the impending collapse of society. The profits from the initial boom would keep her afloat for a while, but not forever, and nobody BUT foolish, willfully-blind nobles were interested in buying pretty dresses these days.

However, ever since she'd lost her virginity, nearly a week ago now, she'd started noticing things she hadn't before. Like how much quick-and-dirty, no-strings-attached sex was going on around Ponyville these days. Lots of ponies were seemingly reacting to the impending Apocalypse with an attitude of "Might as well enjoy what time is left." So a lot of colts and fillies had been sneaking off for semi-illicit liaisons, seeking comfort in the embrace of sexual hormones and endorphins. Something she had no trouble relating to...

But what was important was that she'd just realized that there was an unexploited market there. Clothing designed not to decorate, but to entice. Not to conceal, but to draw attention to the right spots. And, of course, reliable 'toys' for when you couldn't find a suitable stallion. She already had all the materials she needed, and her first creation had - in her own, humble opinion - been an unqualified success. Grinning, she cantered towards the back-room again - once she'd gotten her immediate needs taken care of, she'd get straight to work crafting a new set of inventory. Maybe she'd take a nice, close look at Spike's draconic shaft while she was at it - there could be a market for non-equine toys, after all, and she knew from experience that he had several interesting little bumps and ridges that accentuated the pleasure nicely. Hopefully, he wouldn't take it the wrong way if she scaled it up a bit, though...

The next day, Twilight Sparkle got a visit that made her glad that she'd discarded the option of trying to 'borrow' Big Macintosh. Applejack knocked on her door, asking to talk to her, looking confused and uncertain... and just a bit aroused. "It's Big Macintosh..." said the normally self-assured farm-pony. "Ever since we got back from that ritual or whatever, I... can't stop seeing him different-like than I used to. I mean, he's always been my big brother, and I've always loved him, but... it's like... I keep noticing him. How big he is. How strong he looks. The way the sweat runs down his flanks when he's working."

She looked almost mesmerized as she talked, seemingly caught in the memories. "Last night, when I was takin' a bath after a hard day o' work - catching up on all the chores I'd missed out on while recovering as Fluttershy's cottage, ya know - he came into the bathroom to pee. That's nothing new - we're family, we're used to sharing space. But this time, I couldn't help looking. Couldn't take my eyes off of it. He's so... big..." She was actually salivating, and Twilight found herself growing aroused at the story.

But suddenly, her friend burst into tears. "What's wrong with me, Twilight? I can't be having these kinds of thoughts about him - he's my brother! But I can't stop, and you know how terrible I am at hiding things, so he's sure to notice soon, and then he'll probably hate me..." Twilight quickly moved in with a comforting hug, shushing her friends crying. "You're worrying too much, Applejack... there's no way Big Mac could ever hate you. You're his little sister - he LOVES you, you know that!"

She held her friend close, talking in a calm, authoritative manner. "There's nothing wrong with you, either. You said it yourself - you've always loved him. What you're feeling is just another sort of love. There's no need to beat yourself up about it - no need to hold it all in, either." Applejack's big, green eyes were looking up at her now, suddenly filled with hope as her tears began to dry. "Listen, Applejack... you're all about honesty. You know that telling the truth always gets the best results in the end. So just be honest with him - take him aside, and tell him how you feel. Tell him what you want. He'll understand - I'm sure of it."

The surge of desire in Applejack's eyes was palpable, her imagination seemingly filling in the blanks. "You... really think so, sugarcube? But what about inbreeding and whatnot? That's bad, isn't it?" Uncertainty warred with eagerness in her voice, but Twilight Sparkle just laughed and shook her head. "Come on, Applejack - after that night we spent together, you ought to know that there's lots of ways for two ponies to show their love for one another WITHOUT any risk of foals." Applejack nodded, seeming dazed again as she ran through the options in her head, and Twilight's nostrils vibrated slightly as she smelled the sweet scent of her friend's rising arousal.

Then, AJ nodded. "You're right - I'm gonna go tell him! You're the smartest pony I know - if you say it'll be fine, I'm sure it will be!" Twilight was tempted to suggest to her friend that she help her 'relax' a bit first - she wouldn't mind the drink - but she restrained herself and just nodded. But as soon as Applejack had left, Twilight followed behind her. She WAS certain that Big Mac would respond well to her friend's confession... because she wasn't going to leave it to chance.

She used her wings to scout out the situation, hiding in the broad, concealing branches of Sweet Apple Acre's numerous apple-trees. She watched Applejack approach Big Macintosh where he was working in the field, and then lead him towards the barn. She followed on silent hooves, sneaking around the side of the barn to one of the windows. Inside, she spotted AJ standing in the center of it, her back turned to Big Mac, who'd apparently lingered near the entrance. She'd missed the beginning of the confession, but caught the end.

"...maybe it's just 'cuz I'm growing up or something, but I can't help feeling this way. You're my big brother, and I love you and... I want you." The way she curled up her tail as she spoke, showing off her engorged labia, dripping with juice, left no room for alternate interpretations of that sentence. Big Mac was already stumbling back, opening his mouth to respond... when Twilight Sparkle hit him with her tried-and-tested 'Want-It-Need-It' spell. Only this time, the target of the untamable desire wasn't herself, but her friend Applejack.

AJ turned to look over her shoulder, and was delighted to see her brother's huge shaft beginning to emerge from its sheath, dangling between his thick, sturdy legs. "You... feel the same way, big bro?" His eyes were fixed on her hindquarters as he replied. "Ayup." She licked her lips, desire surging as she spread her hind legs further, stabilizing herself while offering him unfettered access to her dripping-wet privates. "Then come and get it, Big Mac! Don't keep your li'l sis waiting..." The apple-red stallion surged forwards, all restraint overridden by the spell, and mounted her in one smooth movement.

His muscular draft-horse physique weighted down on her, but she'd carried much heavier loads in her time, and this one she wouldn't have minded if it was ten times as great. She felt his engorged shaft parting her labia, spearing into her eager pussy, releasing the desire that had been building up there since yesterday. Her brother was mounting her, riding her, mating her... whinnies of pleasure flowed from her lips as she instinctively pushed back against him. Her body, like the rest of her, was honest. And it was begging him to use it, to claim it, to find his own pleasure within it.

She bucked underneath him, her first orgasm already building before he had fully penetrated her. This was what she'd been searching for. Not the empty, purely sensual sex of the ritual. An emotional dimension. An abiding love, expressed through their joined bodies. She loved Big Mac, and he loved her - it was just as Twilight Sparkle had said: There was no reason for them not to show it in a different way. No reason not to indulge one another - pleasure one another.

As he reached full penetration, she marveled at how well they fit together. The stallions during the ritual - they'd been oversized. Punishing in their girth and length. But Big Mac fit inside her perfectly, like they were made for each other. His radial ring was resting against her labia as his abdomen bumped against her buttocks, the natural curvatures of their bodies stopping him exactly when they were supposed to. Inside, she could feel his cockhead resting against her cervix, not quite touching it - but she could feel his pulse right before it, feel the heat radiating from the head. When he flared, it would lock him in just the right place to spray his seed directly into her womb...

Suddenly, she felt him shudder to a halt, shivering slightly above her. His voice sounded strained. "This ain't right... you're my sister! What if you get pregnant? I... I can't..." Applejack felt her face fall, his words striking her like sharpened knives. She should've known not to let it go like this - should've guided him to a different position. Twilight Sparkle had even mentioned it. She'd known that was the one thing she couldn't justify. So why was she suddenly so desperate to feel his cum in her womb? To feel his sperm-cells tingling inside her as they chased her egg... to feel his foal grow beneath her heart.

The thought sent a shock of pleasure through her, nearly pushing her over the edge into an orgasm, even as her lover stood unmoving inside her. But she forced it down. This wasn't what Big Mac wanted, and SHE wanted to make him happy more than anything - so she pushed a badly-faked jollity into her voice. "Well, if THAT'S all you're worrying about, just pick a different hole - not much chance of puttin' a foal in me that way, is there?"

She ducked forwards, under his forelegs that had been wrapped around her shoulders before, pulling his still-hard cock out of her cunny along the way... hating it every inch of the way. But she kept going, and when his wet cockhead finally flopped out from between her labia, she spread her legs even wider than before, lowering her rear end and aligning it with her small, puckered, no-longer-virgin anus. He groaned, legs shaking as she pushed back against him, her sphincter already beginning to open around the unflared head. "Are ya sure that's all right, li'l sis? I don't wanna hurt you..."

Applejack smiled gently up at him and flexed her hips backwards, absorbing his cockehead into her ass as he gasped. "No worries, big bro... I'm all yours. Any part of me... anytime you want it." This apparently robbed him of whatever restraint he had left. His forelegs locked around her shoulders again, holding her in place as he pushed his groin forwards. Her intestines easily expanded to accommodate him, stretching tautly around his shaft, letting her feel every vein on his long, hard shaft. There was barely any pain - after all, her ass had been extensively trained to accommodate dicks larger than this.

She felt his radial ring caress her sphincter as he reached full penetration... and then gasped as he snorted above her and thrust forwards again, pushing it inside her along with several inches of his rough-skinned sheath. Their bodies, which had fit together so perfectly when he explored her pussy, had rather more leeway between them now that he was positioned higher. Her rump was no longer pushing up against his abdomen, which meant that he could keep pushing forwards until his balls were resting against her pussylips. And that was exactly what he did.

She winced as a burning pain radiated from her anus. All in all, he wasn't penetrating any deeper than the apocalyptic stallions had done WITHOUT going past their radial rings - but she'd never experienced a sheath penetration before. And while the rest of his shaft had been lubricated by her copiously-flowing pussy-juices earlier - as well as the steady flow of precum he'd been leaking - his sheath hadn't received such a covering. All it had to ease its way was whatever slimy residue had accumulated on her sphincter. The friction was murderous - it felt like she was being fucked by someone wearing a sandpaper condom.

But above her, she heard Big Mac snort in pleasure, his breathing getting deeper and harder as he felt her ass contract around his shaft. She did not know that he'd burned through all of his willpower putting up his earlier resistance, or that Twilight's spell was completely dominating his thoughts by now, denying him any ability to hold back or restrain himself. She only knew that he was seemingly enjoying himself - and that she'd meant every word she said earlier. If this was what he wanted... then he would have it.

So she pushed the pain from her voice as she chortled up at him. "Yee-haw, big bro! That's the way - lemme feel that big cock o' yours in me! Ride me like a buckin' bronco, brother! Ride me hard!" The encouragement was hardly needed - the sturdy draft-pony had already started to move, fucking her ass with all his enormous strength, caught up in the throes of passion... and the irresistible force of a certain spell. The violent thrusts were pouring into Applejack's rear, each ending with a sandpaper-rough sheath grinding across her sphincter and his powerful hips smashing into her muscular buttocks.

Meanwhile, outside the window, Twilight Sparkle was feeling increasingly horny as she watched the two siblings get it on. Based on what she was seeing, it seemed like she'd done a good thing, bringing the two together. Big Macintosh was mating his sister without any further doubts, and underneath him, AJ was moving sensually, her widely-spread legs welcoming him into her body. An arousing sight, to say the least. Twilight had just started weaving one of her magical dildos out of the aether to help deal with that when she heard a familiar voice whispering to her left.

"Wow... those two, huh? Guess it's true what they say about country-ponies..." Twilight's eyes instantly snapped from the erotic display in front of her to the source of the voice. Crouching next to her, eyes still fixed on the passionately-engaged siblings, was Rainbow Dash. "Dash! What are you_doing_here?" She whispered harshly. The blue pegasus just grinned up at her. "Saw you snooping around. Thought I'd follow you. Worked out interestingly last time, after all."

Dash's eyes swiveled back to the mating ponies again, and Twilight noticed that a wetness seemed to be spreading between her friend's rear legs. A smile spread across her lips as she started spotting other signs on the young pegasus; the vibrating wings, the dilated pupils, the shifty stance... and, of course, the way she kept staring at Big Mac and Applejack while licking her lips. Seemed like she wasn't the only one getting turned on by the show.

Subtly altering the half-made telekinetic spell she'd been weaving, she turned it into something like a vibrating, nerve-teasing tongue, and ran it down Dash's slit. A shiver instantly went through her. "Do you want some help with that, Dashie?" She whispered. The pegasus seemed to swallow something, then nodded. "Sure. I mean... if you don't mind. S'not like I can do those tricks you do with your magic, after all."

Twilight just grinned, dispelling the tactile construct and instead focusing her magic into a different spell - one that was becoming increasingly familiar - as she walked around to Rainbow Dash's rear. Her wet pussy disappeared, and was instead replaced by a pair of aching balls and a rock-hard cock. In one smooth jump, she mounted her sporty, tomboyish friend, the magically-created shaft easily finding her eager, sopping-wet slit. As Dash felt her friend's weight on her back, and the hard girth of a cockhead parting her labia, she momentarily stiffened - then her body seemed to relax, and her rear legs parted to allow Twilight easier access.

Then, a lot of things seemed to happen at the same time, so quickly that there was no way for Twilight Sparkle to sort the process into discreet steps. One moment, her friend was naked underneath her - the next, she was wrapped in chains. Twilight craned her neck to get a better look at what had happened. Thick chains now encircled the pegasus' legs, staking them to the ground - in particular, her hind legs were being pulled far apart by them. Her head, meanwhile, had been surrounded by something resembling a bridle, complete with a bit-gag and blinders. The reins were between Twilight's teeth, though she had no idea how they'd gotten there.

At the same time, though Twilight couldn't see it from her position, several rings had manifested in Dash's labia, and were now being pulled to the sides by chains looping around her upper thighs - peeling her pussy open for easier access. And beneath her, three hexagonal blocks of metal were swaying, attached to both of her nipples as well as her clit. But rather than cry out in sudden pain and surprise, she moaned into her bit and pushed her rear back against Twilight's cock, wordlessly begging her to go deeper. Her eyes were still fixed on the obscene display in front of them, now framed by the blinders, and she was clearly feeling hornier than ever.

Twilight couldn't help but grin, feeling the weight of her own 'gift' from War dangling from the sensitive point where her shaft met her ballsack. She'd suspected, when she saw the rings left behind in Rainbow Dash's flesh after her ordeal, that they'd have similar effects - showing their true form when exposed to sexual stimuli. This was more than she'd expected, though... metal bonds springing out of nowhere to restrain and gag her! But Dash didn't seem to mind - if anything, she seemed even more eager now. And Twilight was too horny herself to ignore the invitation.

Pulling back on the reins, she felt Dash's pliable body buck and writhe underneath her as the magically-created cock penetrated her deeply. She took her, forcefully and without restraint, as they watched Big Mac and Applejack's continued mating through the window. Twilight soon found herself trying to match the large draft-pony's powerful thrusts, but just as quickly realized that she didn't have the physique for it. Try as she might, she couldn't make Dash's buttocks jiggle from the impact the way Applejack's did. She could, however, compensate somewhat by using the reins to make Dash push back against her, adding her own, significant strength to the violence of their mating...

The two couples, one watching the other, continued their obscene displays for some time. Big Macintosh, driven by Twilight's spell, didn't stop or even slow down when he came, - he just kept fucking, scraping his flared head across his sister's sensitive insides while he sprayed his seed deep into her ass. Twilight was less driven, and paused when she felt her pleasure peak - her flared cock locking neatly into place in Dash's pussy, pressing up against her cervix as the cum filled her womb. The pegasus moaned into her bit as she felt it, her body shivering slightly.

This made Twilight wonder. Her cum couldn't make anyone pregnant - it was artificial, magically-created. But she'd never discussed that with Rainbow Dash. She would've expected if not a protest, then at least a question or two. But she was showing no such concern - only eagerness for the mating to continue, and even that was only by way of the eager movement of her hindquarters. Granted, her tongue-stud was probably connected to her bit-gag, making it an effective way of preventing any kind of clear speech despite not exactly filling her mouth completely - but there were obviously other ways she could've voiced her concerns.

She let the question bounce around her head as she resumed the intercourse, their interlocked genitals making somewhat wetter and slimier sounds now. She could, of course, just ASK Rainbow Dash why she wasn't concerned about the possibility of getting pregnant - but somehow, it felt like that would ruin the atmosphere. And besides, she'd always been fond of mental exercise. It made for a nice supplement for all the PHYSICAL exercise she was getting, once again trying to keep up with the stout draft-pony's powerful thrusting as he ceaselessly drove his sizeable shaft into Applejack's ass.

In the end, Big Macintosh lasted for a solid hour, cumming several more times but never slowing. For the last ten minutes of that, Twilight Sparkle was just resting on top of Rainbow Dash, exhausted, feeling her cock occasionally twitch inside the tight confines of her athletic friend's pussy. Despite the rather harsh 'training' she'd been putting her body through in the last 3 rituals, she clearly still didn't have quite the same degree of hard-earned endurance as Big Mac. Even now, it was his virility rather than his stamina that was letting out, and he hardly seemed more than slightly winded as he climbed off Applejack's back, his cum-stained cock rapidly shrinking back into its sheath.

Twilight, too, had climaxed several times, filling Dash's womb to overflowing. Already, as her shaft had softened, the cum had begun dripping out around the edges of the pegasus' well-fucked pussy. Through it all, Rainbow Dash had made no noises but moans of pleasure, reaching several climaxes of her own, and even now she was mutely supporting her exhausted friend on her back, her pose unchanged. Vaguely, Twilight could feel that the dangling weight at the root of her shaft had disappeared, the magical adornment having returned to being a simple ring a few minutes after she'd stopped fucking Rainbow Dash. But Dash's chains and bridle were still there, including the reins lodged between Twilight's teeth. Curiouser and curiouser...

The drama in front of them, however, was drawing most of her attention. Big Mac had stumbled back, his cock still dripping cum, and was looking at the crater he'd left behind with something approaching horror in his eyes. Applejack's asshole was gaping wide open after the long ride, the edges raw and red from the rough friction of his sheath. Globs of cum were dripping out of it as the deeper parts of her intestine contracted automatically, but the sphincter didn't seem to be in any hurry to try and follow suit.

AJ's legs were somewhat shaky, and her voice a bit slurred, as she turned around to face him again. "Aww, I've gone and made your cock all dirty, big bro... here, lemme get that all cleaned up for you." She started walking towards him, licking her lips, but Big Mac averted his eyes. "Nope." She stopped, a hurt look on her face. He seemed to swallow something, then cleared his throat. "I... need to go think. About this. About us. I'm sorry, li'l sis." Spinning around, he quickly trotted out of the barn, leaving her standing forlorn in the middle of it.

As Twilight Sparkle watched this, something occurred to her. She could cum from nothing but anal sex these days, but during her first ritual, she couldn't. Rarity had been the same way right at first, too. Whether it was a natural talent that just needed to be awakened, or some sort of learned skill, she wasn't sure - but she WAS quite sure that Applejack still couldn't. Which meant that, lacking the capacity for magical masturbation, the honest little pony had suffered through that hour-long session without a single pleasure-releasing climax. She couldn't let that stand.

She glanced down at Rainbow Dash, who was still standing beneath her, unmoving. It was time to run a little experiment. Spitting out the reins, she lowered her mouth to Dash's ear. "Her ass looks really sore, doesn't it? You should go give it a little massage - make it feel better. Find out if Big Mac's cum tastes like applesauce while you're at it." She then pushed herself back off the pegasus' strong back, pulling her shrinking cock out of her at the same time. Due to the way it was constructed, it wasn't actually capable of retreating into its sheath, or it already would have - but seeing as she obviously wouldn't be getting any more use out of it for a while, she dispelled it instead. She needed to have her wits about her to observe what happened next, anyway.

Before her eyes, the chains around Rainbow Dash's legs and head shifted. The stakes rooting her to the ground disappeared, turning into high-heeled steel horseshoes. The chains wound their way further up her body, locking down her wings and tail - the later if which was now attached to her back so it couldn't swing down and cover her wide-open, freshly-fucked pussy. The bridle remained - but the bit between her teeth faded away, reverting to being just a tongue-stud. This left her free to reply to Twilight's outrageous suggestion - but instead of asking her what the heck she was thinking, the pegasus just bounded through the window and galloped towards Applejack.

Now, Twilight herself had spent a fair amount of time licking another pony's asshole during the previous ritual. The thought of doing so again didn't bother her. But unless she'd missed it completely, Dash HADN'T been put through something like that during HER participation in the ritual. She'd essentially just suggested to Dash that she do something she'd never tried before, that most would consider disgusting and perverted, on a friend who hadn't invited such a thing herself. And in all appearances, she was fully intent on going through with that. Twilight knew that she should be concerned about this seemingly sudden shift in her friend's personality, but right now she was too aroused to care.

Applejack had been standing with her back to the window, looking at the door her brother had disappeared out of with a morose look on her face. Rainbow Dash's speedy approach took her by surprise - by the time she noticed the clopping sound behind her, the fleet-hoofed pegasus was already right behind her, her head lowered as her tongue reached for the earth-pony's cum-dripping asshole. And the moment Dash's tongue touched the sensitive rim of the gaping orifice, the chains making up her bridle and reins shifted and moved, lashing out to attach themselves to Applejack's thighs and the base of her tail. Her head was now locked in place, her mouth pulled against the other pony's asshole with irresistible force.

Applejack jumped as she felt the chains attach themselves to her and the gentle touch of Dash's tongue on her anus, her head swiveling to find out what was going on. "Rainbow Dash? Wha'cha... ooohh... wha'cha doin' back there?" The breath caught in her throat as she felt the soft tongue caress the sore edges of her sphincter. Then Twilight Sparkle was trotting up in front of her, having followed Dash through the window. "Hey, Applejack... I thought I'd drop by to see how it went with Big Macintosh. Ran into Rainbow Dash on the way. You don't mind if we come right in, do you?"

Appejack blinked, her mind unfocused by the fresh torrents of pleasure streaming from her overstimulated ass. "Uhh... 'course I don't mind... but what's Dash doing back there? Ahhh... not that I mind, or anythin'." Twilight grinned, sidling up next to AJ close enough for their necks to rub against each other. "Oh, she just thought you looked a bit sore back there... so she's giving you a tongue-massage. Feels good, doesn't it? She'd tell you herself but, well, her mouth is busy..." Twilight continued walking slowly forwards as she talked, rubbing her flanks up against Applejack as she moved in for a better look at what was going on behind her.

Rainbow Dash really WAS quite busy with her mouth. For someone who'd never done something like that before, she was really leaping into it, her tongue and lips sucking, kissing and licking everywhere around the edge of Applejack's gaping rectum. Her long tongue made frequent forays into the hole itself, scooping up the layer of cum covering most of the visible intestine. Well, it was to be expected that someone with Dash's competitive spirit would put her all into it, but she seemed almost SUSPICIOUSLY good at it. The technique she was displaying, Twilight realized, would be quite well-suited for licking pussy, too. In a flash of insight, she saw that while her tomboyish friend had lost her physical virginity during the previous ritual, she hadn't quite been an innocent beforehand...

Stashing that fact away for future use, she lowered her head a bit to peer under Applejack's flanks, observing her engorged labia, fully-erect clit, and the steady drip of pussy-juices from the partially-open hole between them. Lifting her head again, she winked at AJ with a grin. "Looks like you could use a bit of help down there, too... but don't worry, Twilight Sparkle is on the job!" The normally-honest earth-pony looked away, refusing to meet her eyes. "Aw shucks, y'all don't need to do that, sugarcube... Big Macintosh already took real good care of me, so there's really no need..."

But Twilight just clucked her tongue, and began pulling together one of her patented magical dildos underneath the two chained-together ponies. "Come on, Applejack, I know better than that. Judging by the condition of your asshole, he barely TOUCHED your pussy, and I know you can't cum from just anal. You must be terribly backed-up." Applejack didn't answer, but her stance widened subtly, as if telling Twilight that she wouldn't REALLY mind feeling something long and hard between her legs. And she had just the thing for that...

She called it 'The Whirligig', and it was by far the most complex magical construct she'd ever woven. A broad, conical head covered in spiraling grooves like a drill topped it, and below was a shaft considering of 4 independently-rotating bands, each covered by a different texture - knobs, ridges, soft bristles and blunted spikes, with each rotating in the opposite direction of the one above it. From the stationary base, a small tentacle arched up, designed to attach itself to the clit and cover it completely - the inside of the suction-cup at the end was covered by tiny, constantly-moving hairs. It was, in fact, entirely TOO complex - whenever she tried to use it on herself, she'd lose the necessary focus for maintaining it within one or two orgasms, and it would inevitably degenerate into a far simple (and usually somewhat larger) shape.

But using it on somebody else, well, that solved that problem. Already the complex device was spinning in midair as she steered it towards Applejack's deplorably unstimulated pussy. The spinning, drill-like head parted the engorged labia easily, sending droplets of pussy-juice flying in all directions. Then, the shaft drove into her, each segment teasing her clit and labia as it passed. The pony was cumming before the first segment of the shaft was fully inside, her legs and body shaking in long-denied ecstasy, and as Twilight continued to push it deeper, the climax was prolonged for several minutes.

By the time The Whirligig was fully inserted - its base attaching itself to the wet pussy-lips - Applejack's front legs had given out, leaving her kneeling on the barn's floor. Her hind legs were still holding out, probably mostly because of how wide they were spread. The orange pony was moaning and whinnying as the non-stop surge of pleasure washed over her, consumed by an orgasm that had been building unreleased for the better part of an hour. With the arcane construct's clit-stimulating tentacle now in place, and the wavy-ridged lower segment of the shaft causing the whole thing to move in and out of her pussy as it rotated, the sensation was simply mind-blowing. She could not string together a coherent thought, much less a sentence.

Of course, Rainbow Dash's contribution helped too. With the magical dildo filling her pussy and a powerful orgasm sending her entire body into spasms, Applejack's lower intestine was flexing significantly as well, squeezing out the copious loads of sperm that Big Mac had deposited there earlier - directly into Dash's wide-open mouth. She licked up and swallowed every ounce of it, her tongue never still as she continued to stimulate the raw, sensitive sphincter. And while Applejack couldn't cum from purely anal stimulation, it most certainly COULD contribute to the frequency and intensity of the climaxes that the elaborate dildo in her pussy was now kicking up.

Despite having cum in Dash's pussy several times earlier, Twilight Sparkle still found the sight of Applejack writhing and moaning as she was assailed by non-stop orgasms to be intensely arousing. Her pussy was growing wet, but with all her magical concentration bent on maintaining The Whirligig, she had nothing to spare to pleasure herself. Well, there WERE other approaches to that problem. She remembered that, during the previous ritual, when Death had ordered her to kiss Applejack, the earth-pony had seemed rather... into it. She'd actually looked hurt when she'd broken off their makeout-session at Death's command. Perhaps it was time to pick up where they'd left off...

Moving around to Applejack's front again, she put a hoof under the kneeling pony's chin and lifted her Stetson-clad head up to a better angle. The big, green eyes were hazy, staring up at her with hugely dilated pupils, not really seeing anything. Leaning down, Twilight kissed her forcefully, head tilted to the side as their lips touched - AJ's labored breathing filling her mouth. And to her delight, despite her seemingly absentminded state, the overstimulated pony responded - within seconds, their tongues were wrestling, their spit mixing.

The powerful, passionate kiss was the last straw, pushing Applejack over the edge into a full-on orgasmic trance. It delivered the last, missing piece - the emotional dimension. As her tongue danced inside Twilight's mouth, she became less a pony, and more a bundle of overstimulated nerves slaved to an unresponsive brain. Her body moved and responded on its own as it simply absorbed the flood of pleasure washing over it.

And so, when Twilight pulled back from the kiss - a string of drool briefly connecting the two - and then sat back on her haunches, spreading her legs as she gently directed Applejack's head down between her thighs... no thoughts passed through her mind. No decisions were made, no options were gauged. She simply resumed the interrupted kiss on a new set of lips, parting Twilight's moist folds with her tongue, probing deep inside her while her lips closed around the pussy-mount itself. Her hot breath tickled the sensitive clit above it while she sucked noisily at the abundant pussy-juices that were flowing from the smooth slit.

Twilight grinned broadly as she watched Applejack go to work between her thighs. What the stout earth-pony might lack in skill and experience, she made up for in enthusiasm - teasing Twilight's sensitive privates enough to keep her from going crazy with unreleased lust, but not hitting her with the kind of mind-blowing sensation that would rob her of the ability to maintain the complex dildo currently reaming out Applejack's pussy. She leaned her head back and moaned as the first orgasm rolled in - a slow, easygoing sort of climax that she could savor fully without feeling like she was losing her mind to the pleasure.

The impact was, in fact, so gentle that Twilight failed to notice the effect it was having. As it had before, the orgasmic energy washing over her mind helped to charge her magic further, but where a stronger climax would have had an obvious effect, this one was more subtle. The size of the constantly-moving magical dildo in Applejack's pussy increased, by just a couple of millimeters in every direction. Stretching her open just a tiny bit more, pushing the spinning head just a tiny bit deeper. Of course, Twilight had scaled it to fit a pony's pussy with little room to spare to begin with...

Thus, as Applejack's mouth continued to gently push Twilight to further orgasms, the tiny increases in the dildo's size soon took it to the girth of a full-grown stallion's cock - the biggest thing any of them had ever taken. The pony's pussy was stretched tautly around it, making the spinning, textured bands of the shaft even more stimulating, driving her pleasure high enough to drown out the small sparks of pain that were beginning to emerge from there. At the same time, the drill-like head was being pushed forwards, approaching her cervix - and now, the spiral-ridged design was coming into its own, pushing open the narrow corridor bit by bit.

With Rainbow Dash too busy tonguing Applejack's asshole to pay any attention to what was happening below it, Applejack herself too mesmerized by the non-stop orgasms to notice the increasingly cramped conditions of her pussy, and Twilight Sparkle entirely oblivious to the fact that her magically-constructed dildo was noticeably larger by now than it had been when she created it, the situation could easily have ended messily. But fortunately, Twilight was starting to feel the onset of spell-fatigue - The Whirligig was the most complex magical construct she'd ever created, and due to the effect it tended to have when she used it on herself, she'd never tried to maintain it for this long. Thus, regretfully, she realized that she couldn't keep it up much longer without overexerting herself dangerously.

With a last, shuddering thrust, the magically-created dildo disappeared into thin air, leaving Applejack's reamed-out cunt to gape around a column of empty air as she coasted on post-orgasmic bliss for several minutes - assisted by Dash's seemingly tireless tongue as it continued to caress her asshole. It had, by now, managed to pull itself back to its old rosebud shape, but that was merely enabling Dash to cover it completely with her mouth as she eagerly sucked on it, her tongue deeply inserted into the hole and rotating around the sensitive lower intestine as the cold metal of her tongue-stud sent shivers of pleasure up the earth-pony's spine.

Applejack didn't slack off with her mouth either, continuing to lick and tongue-fuck Twilight's pussy to yet another orgasm before she'd finally managed to recover enough of her mental capacity to string a few thoughts - and words - together. At that point, she - somewhat hesitantly - lifted her head from between Twilight's thighs, and glanced back across her shoulder. "Umm... you can stop now, Dash - my hiney's feeling a-OK! So, uhh, thanks!" Rainbow Dash froze in place, her eyes suddenly focusing to meet Applejack's across her flanks. Then, the chains going from her bridle to the other pony's rear vanished - along with the bridle itself, and the rest of the chains that had criss-crossed her body since Twilight first mounted her outside the barn. This detail was not lost on Twilight, who added another mental note to her collection while Dash somewhat shamefacedly pulled her head back and her tongue back in her mouth.

"Uhh... yeah, no problem. Glad to help." The pegasus seemed to be going to some length to look casual as she absentmindedly wiped some leaked cum off her chin with one hoof. Twilight giggled, then jumped up and grabbed both of them, pulling them close to her in a swift hug. "Aww, stop being so awkward, you two! It's like I told Applejack earlier - it's just another kind of love! We're friends - and we love each other. So there's no reason not to MAKE love to each other if we want to, right?" Directing their heads with a hoof on each, she gave them both a deep kiss, one after the other - tasting Applejack's ass and Big Macintosh's cum on Rainbow Dash's tongue, and her own pussy on Applejack's. They seemed stunned for a second, then they laughed with her and nodded, agreeing that it was perfectly fine to enjoy sex together - as friends. With that in mind, they parted.

Twilight Sparkle, however, did not head home for long. All that activity had left her feeling rather hungry, and so she only dropped by the Golden Oak Library to pick up her wing-concealing cloak and horn-concealing hood, before heading for the refugee-camp once again. Apparently, she needed to 'feed' at least once per day in order to keep the hunger at bay. However, even as she spellbound a sturdy, ash-grey earth-pony stallion and led him into a smelly back-alley, her mind was elsewhere. While she sucked him off to fill her belly, and then let him fuck her 'till exhausted against yet another dirty, poorly-insulated wall, she kept running through her observations of Rainbow Dash's magically-appearing chains in her head.

By the time her anonymous lover had staggered off, leaving her with cum streaking her inner thighs as it leaked out of her well-fucked pussy, she'd come to a conclusion. And so, after a quick trip home for a shower, she took to the skies and flew over to Rainbow Dash's cloud-mansion. Before becoming an Alicorn, she would've needed to cast a pretty advanced spell to even be able to walk on the floors there, but as it was, she could fly right into Dash's bedroom - where she found the pegasus herself pacing the floor, looking worried.

Rainbow Dash jumped slightly as Twilight landed in her bedroom. "Oh, hey, Twilight... what brings you here? Something up?" There was a curiously stilted, awkward quality to her speech, but Twilight pretended not to notice as she flashed her a bright smile. "Well, after what happened at the barn, I've been speculating about the properties of those rings that War left in you - I've got one too, after all, though it's obviously not charged with as potent magic as yours." Dash nodded in recognition, her head automatically turning to look down the side of her flanks - eyes seeking the rings that even now dangled from her nipples and clit, even though she knew they'd be concealed from this angle.

"Yeah, those things sure do act weird, springing into chains and whatever... heh heh... you think you can figure out how to stop them doing that? 'cuz that would be great!" The oddly awkward quality was still very much in appearance as Dash replied, but Twilight forged on regardless. "I dunno about stopping them, but figuring out exactly how and why they trigger would certainly help - we're both stuck with them for now, anyway, so we may as well learn what we can! You don't mind helping me with a couple of experiments, do you?" Twilight smiled brightly again, and Dash shrugged. "Well, you're the egghead. Experiment away!"

Twilight's smile took on a slightly naughty tilt. "All right then! Well, it seems obvious for a start that their activation ties into sexual arousal somehow... so, would it be okay if I licked your pussy for a bit? That way I can observe the activation up close." Rainbow Dash froze for just a split second, then nodded and walked towards her bed. "Uhh... sure! I mean, we just talked about this, right? It's fine to have fun together like that, as friends, right? Heh-heh... nothing weird about that..." The pegasus' patently transparent worries weren't lost on Twilight, who mentally added the observation to her notes.

Rainbow Dash's cloud-bed was large enough for the both of them, and as Dash lay back with her head on the pillow, Twilight could easily fit herself between her friend's thighs. With a gentle hoof on each hind-leg, she leaned forwards and made note of the current state of Dash's pussy - barely moist, labia lying flat, clit withdrawn inside the hood - before leaning the last bit of the way in and letting her skilful tongue go to work. She'd gotten a lot of practice in the past week or so, with the last couple of days giving her additional motivation to master the art of cunnilingus since she needed the resulting juices to slake her thirst. She knew just how to use her strong tongue, her soft lips, and the suction created by her mouth to the greatest possible effect. And she never failed to make her partner squirm.

Rainbow Dash was no exception. Within a couple of minutes, light moans were emerging from the direction of the pillow, and the thighs under Twilight's hooves were vibrating slightly in reflexive jolts of muscular contraction. Under the gentle ministrations of her tongue, the previously dry slit was getting juicier by the second, the labia coming to life and spreading like a flower opening to the sunlight - and the tiny clit, crowned by the just as tiny ring, emerged from its hood. Twilight kept an eye on the ring as she continued the treatment, effortlessly lifting Dash towards an orgasmic peak while she drank down the by now free-flowing juices.

However, even as Rainbow Dash's body twisted and contorted in a pleasurable climax, the ring remained just a ring. No magic was triggered, no chains appeared. So far, her theory was looking solid. Now, with her thirst quenched by the delicious, tangy-sweet juices, it was time to move the experiment to its next stage. Lifting her head from between the other pony's thighs, she licked her lips and moved one of her hooves to the slightly-gaping orifice, where she started working it into the hole. Rainbow Dash's moans of pleasure were suddenly replaced by a whinny of surprise as she felt her pussy begin to stretch around the hard-edged invader.

"Uhh... Twilight, that hurts a bit... don't you think that's too big? I mean, there are other ways to..." But Twilight Sparkle interrupted her mid-sentence, loading her voice with as much imperious authority as she could manage - which was quite a bit, seeing as she'd once ruled all of Equestria, if only for a day. She knew how to give an order that carried with it the expectation of immediate obedience. "Be silent, and spread your legs wider! I'm not stopping 'till I'm inside you to the elbow, so you'd best get used to it!"

Before she'd even finished the sentence, the rattling of metallic chains could be heard. By the time she closed her mouth, they were fully in appearance. Thick chains now lashed Dash's limbs to the bedposts, leaving her spread-eagled on the bed, while the rings in her labia had reappeared as well - along with the smaller chains attached to her thighs, pulling them apart to make Twilight's entry easier. At the same time, Dash's face had been enclosed in a metallic muzzle, sealing her jaws shut and preventing any attempt at speech or communication beyond mumbled groans.

Twilight licked her lips. The sight of her friend, spread open, vulnerable, helpless before her... was undeniably arousing. And while her theorem had pretty much been proven already, a good scientist didn't stop an experiment halfway through. She flexed her foreleg, pushing her hard-edged hoof harder against Dash's pussy. Between the chains now holding her labia apart and the suddenly-gushing pussy-juice, it slipped inside easily. She could see the inner labia, stretched tautly around it - it was no thicker than the big stallion-cock that had torn her open just a couple of days ago, but it was much, much harder. Even the most 'rock-hard' shaft couldn't measure up to a tough, unyielding hoof. Or even the slender foreleg that followed.

With a slurping sound, her hoof disappeared deeper into Rainbow Dash's pussy, and up front Twilight could hear her moan through the muzzle as the rough, short-haired coat of her leg passed across the sensitive tissue of her labia. The lubrication was marginal at best, for such a large, rough-textured penetration - but the fact that Twilight herself had stretched her open with a more conventional tool just a couple of hours earlier helped. Inch by inch of the thick, light-purple foreleg was absorbed as she went deeper.

Finally, as she had originally promised, she was buried up to the elbow - she could feel Dash's pussy contract powerfully around the entire lower half of her leg. As she began to pull back again, the pegasus' entire body shook, and the contractions got suddenly more intense. The rough hairs that covered her leg had been slicked back by the initial entry and the abundantly-flowing pussy-juice, but now that she was reversing direction, they acted as tiny, soft barbs, stimulating the entire length of the birth-canal.

Grinning broadly, Twilight Sparkle began to roughly hoof her friend, pushing inside only to pull back again immediately. It was hard work for the bookish pony, but the way Dash was twisting on the bed, pulling against the chains as she came repeatedly, spurred her on. In fact, it made her want to push even harder, to apply even more brutal stimulation to the trussed-up pony's fully-exposed pussy. As she watched, however, the chains themselves took things to the next level - the rings set into her clit and nipples suddenly sprouted fresh chains, going straight up to attach themselves to the ceiling, pulling taut enough that the pony's orgasmic writhing would pull each sensitive little nub in various interesting directions.

Twilight's smile broadened as she absorbed the fresh data, further supporting her conclusion. Then she refocused on her work, flexing her foreleg in and out until she felt confident she'd brought Rainbow Dash to at least three or four orgasms - and thoroughly coated her forelimb in her juices. She could just end it there, she thought... but the way the chains worked was fascinating, especially now that she was able to keep a wholly clear head while observing them. She wanted to see more.

She pulled her hoof out, dripping with juices as the reamed-out orifice gaped in front of it. Then, once again layering her voice with absolute authority, she gave another order. "Give me your ass." The response was virtually immediate. The chains had held Rainbow Dash down on her back on the bed unfurled, releasing their previous holds on the bedposts, and instead lashing out like tentacles to seek new holds - lifting the pegasus' lightweight body into the air and spinning it around. New chains materialized, wrapped around her wings and the base of her tail, seeking anchoring-points of their own. The thin chains that had attached her most sensitive spots to the ceiling spooled back down, turning into dangling weights even as her body spun in the air.

She came to a stop in a new position - suspended horizontally above the bed by her wings and tail, with her limbs once again attached to a bedpost each. But this time, her hind legs were pulled forwards, under her body, to attach to the head of the bed, while her forelegs were pulled back along her flanks to anchor to the posts at the foot of it. This effectively left her dangling in midair with her tail conveniently pulled out of the way, and her rear end thrust straight into Twilight's face. The muzzle was still in place, covering most of her face, while the weights suspended from her nipples and clit dangled freely below her. A most impressive display.

As was the sight now suspended directly in front of her eyes. Rainbow Dash's asshole had healed up nicely after the rough treatment it had received just a few days earlier - between the naturally fast recovery of pegasi and Zakora's healing salves, all the wounds had closed and healed entirely. However, the marks left by War remained - the muscles of the sphincter itself were torn in nearly a dozen places, fragmenting the once-tight ring and leaving it unable to close properly. Twilight hadn't even touched it yet, but already it was pulsating, opening like a shy flower as the muscles inside palpitated in expectation.

She could not make a lie of such eager anticipation. Lifting her juice-soaked hoof, she pushed it carefully against the damaged sphincter, watching as the different segments of it slid apart to accommodate the girth of it. There was no recent penetration to ease her way here - Dash's ass had been left untouched as it recovered from its ordeal, and certainly hadn't endured any fresh assaults since the day before yesterday. Under such circumstances, an ordinary asshole would've been severely strained if it attempted to accommodate a whole hoof without any kind of preparation or warm-up, with nothing but a thin layer of pussy-juice for lubrication.

But Dash's asshole, remodeled by the efforts of War, took it like a champ. The segmented sphincter parted, opening like a blooming flower to accept her inside. The intestinal tissue beyond, having been tenderized both by War and - unwillingly - by Twilight herself, also offered little resistance. The scar-tissue that covered it had prevented it from ever really pulling itself back to its old shape, and now it easily stretched to accommodate Twilight's hoof and foreleg. She could feel the roughness against her coat, but all of the wounds had fully healed - and despite the stretching, there was no indication that any of them were in any danger of reopening.

And, of course, Rainbow Dash was still moaning slightly in pleasure, the sound whistling out from between her forcibly-closed lips. Feeling confident that she wasn't really hurting her friend, she kept pushing, testing the limits of Dash's remade rear entrance. And, once again, she found herself capable of sinking her foreleg inside right to the elbow. She jiggled her arm around a bit, feeling the hog-tied pegasus shake around it as the coarse hairs teased the sensitive scar-tissue inside her. Both herself and Rarity had become capable of having purely anal orgasms, but as she'd confirmed earlier that day, Applejack hadn't. So what about Rainbow Dash? Well, this was hardly a fair test of that - what with the weights dangling from her nipples and clit, she was getting other kinds of stimulation too. But still - even questionable data had its uses.

And so, despite her increasingly fatigued foreleg, Twilight started hoof-fucking her friend's ruined anus with gusto, making her sway in the chains as she repeatedly punched into the depths of the filly's lower intestine. Rainbow Dash moaned and shook in her restraints, seemingly enjoying the violent assault - but by the time Twilight finally felt her friend's well-worn ass contract orgasmically around her hoof and forelimb, her entire leg had gone practically numb from the exertion, and her shoulder was aching. She hadn't bothered counting the minutes, but her final conclusion was that if Dash WAS capable of cumming from the anal sex alone, and hadn't just climaxed due to the weight dangling from her clit, it was a 'just barely' kind of deal.

With an exhausted sigh, she pulled her hoof back out of Dash's asshole. It made a slurping sound as it left, by now covered with more ass-slime than pussy-juice, looking a mess and a half. Of course, the same could be said for the recently-vacated orifice - the ruined sphincter was making no move to close, and seemed content to gape like a landed fish as the muscles behind it made the segments vibrate separately. The way it was moving was oddly inviting, a grasping sort of motion, like it was looking for something else to suck in and envelop. Twilight was briefly tempted to answer the invitation by casting her dick-summoning spell - but between the fun in Applejack's barn earlier, and the back-alley encounter right before coming here, she didn't really feel like she could work up the energy.

And so, she limped out to Dash's bathroom with a rather slow, three-legged gait as she tried not to use her rather slimy right front hoof. After washing her leg off carefully in the sink, she then decided to avail herself to the toilet - something she'd just remembered forgetting about - taking her time. Rainbow Dash's bathroom was, after all, a very pleasant place to spend some time - made up entirely of fluffy white clouds. When she finally emerged from the bathroom again, she was not surprised to find Dash herself still hanging exactly where she'd left her - both of her rear holes gaping open, as if inviting her to use them in whatever way she wanted.

Several lurid thoughts occurred to her, but with a sigh, she restrained herself. Instead, she just gave one of Dash's exposed buttocks a quick slap to get her attention and raised her voice. "Okay, enough of this... the 'experiment' is over. You can calm down now." For a second or two, nothing happened. Then, all of the chains disappeared simultaneously, along with the dangling weights and the muzzle, leaving Rainbow Dash to hover in midair for a brief moment before dropping down onto her bed with a thud - and a splash where her groin hit the pool of juices that had accumulated underneath it during the preceding sexual acrobatics.

With a groan, she pulled herself upright again, her eyes - which had been unfocused up to that point - suddenly becoming sharp again as she looked around the room with a panicky expression on her face. It took several seconds before she met Twilight's eyes, and the nervous smile she wore was entirely unconvincing. "Oh. Uhm. Good! So, did you learn anything from the experiment? Like, how to stop those chains from popping up and... y'know, making me act like that?"

Twilight sparkle sighed again and shook her head. She'd predicted this reaction. "Dash... those rings can't make you do anything. They're loaded with some very potent magic, sure, but you can't give a dead piece of metal the ability to reason, observe, or make decisions. Those chains act as an extension of you. They respond to your subconscious. Basically, they do what you WANT them to do." She shrugged. "But to answer your question, yeah, I HAVE figured something out - the rings don't respond to pleasure, but to AROUSAL."

Rainbow Dash started laughing insincerely. "That's silly, Twilight... I mean, why would I WANT to get tied down all the time? And isn't pleasure and arousal the same thing anyway? For an egghead, you're really not making a lot of sense..." Twilight just shook her head again, and sat down on the bed next to her friend. "There IS a difference between pleasure and arousal, Rainbow Dash. Pleasure's a predictable thing. The correct stimulation of the body's erogenous zones results in a reproducible response, which will be practically identical on everypony. We've all got the same nerves in the same places. Sure, some are more sensitive in one way or another, but it can all be boiled down to a science. When I was licking your pussy, I used that - the right oscillation of the tongue, the right level of suction applied to the right areas, and the result is guaranteed. You were definitely feeling pleasure - and it made you cum. But the rings remained dormant."

She pointed at the rings still dangling from Dash's nipples - most of the time, they were nearly invisible inside her coat, but her breasts were still puffy from the stimulation they'd endured, leaving their decorations to swing free in the air. "However, AROUSAL is a different thing. The things that turn you on, that make you hot... your personal kinks and the things you get off on. That's completely individual, and doesn't even necessarily involve direct pleasure. You saw Applejack earlier today, didn't you? Having sex with her brother aroused her - so much that she enjoyed having him ass-fuck her for nearly an hour, even though she couldn't cum from it. Even though it was downright unpleasant for her, she still somehow enjoyed it. THAT'S arousal. And for you..."

She reached out her hoof to flick one of the rings. It jingled, and for a moment seemed to hum and grow thicker, heavier. Dash didn't pull away, but merely moaned slightly. "...you're aroused by being restrained. By being dominated. When I asked if I could lick your pussy, it didn't hit your buttons. When I ordered you around and took you by force, now, THAT had an impact. It's not really that unusual a kink, you know."

This, at last, made Rainbow Dash flinch away from her, jumping up from the bed. "That's all very egghead-y of you, Twilight, but you're completely wrong!" The pegasus suddenly took to the air, humming around like an angry wasp as she threw jabs into the empty air in an impressive display of aggressiveness, a fierce expression on her face. "I'm RAINBOW DASH! Pure awesome! Always in charge! Always the BEST! Heck, just being SECOND-best is intolerable! There's no way I'd enjoy being dominated like some wimp..."

Rolling her eyes, Twilight fired up her magic, grabbing the flighty pegasus with a paralytic field, forcibly pulling her back down to the bed. "Do we really have to go through this again, Dash? You're so obsessed with your image... it's the same as when you refused to admit that you enjoyed reading just 'cuz you thought that made you an 'egghead', as you like to put it. Remember how that turned out?" Dash glanced automatically over at her bookcase at the mention of that incident - it wasn't a particularly BIG bookcase, at least by the standards of someone who lived in a library, but it was absolutely groaning under the weight of Daring Do books. The entire series. In several different editions. Including a huge 'Collector's Edition' tome signed by Daring Do herself.

She looked away again, carefully avoiding another meeting with Twilight's eyes as she instead stared down at her hooves, looking morose. "It's... not the same." Twilight gave an exasperated sigh, thinking to herself that she'd been doing entirely too much sighing lately. "No, it isn't. Reading's something everyone can enjoy. Getting aroused by sexual submission, on the other hand, it typical to a particular kind of personality... namely, the highly dominant, alpha-mare, always-in-charge type."

Rainbow Dash finally looked up, an incredulous look in her eyes, but Twilight just smiled at her. "I've read all about it in a book. It's really quite common. Being in charge, being the best, being looked up to and idealized... it's really quite stressful, isn't it? Hard work. Exhausting. A lot of ponies in such positions enjoy unwinding by going in the opposite direction - unloading all those responsibilities and then some, by playing submissive games with someone they trust. Being able to just surrender yourself completely, not needing to think of anything but to obey, can be very relaxing apparently..."

Dash put one hoof under her chin. "Huh. I've... never thought of it that way. I guess when you put it like that, it... kind of makes sense. So, it's basically just a way to cope with the pressure of always being Number 1, huh?" Her expression was brightening by the second, and Twilight eagerly nodded. "That's it exactly. There's no reason to be ashamed of it or trying to hide it. And... you've been hiding it for a while, haven't you?" She couldn't resist throwing out that last question. She didn't really have any solid basis for it, but she had a sneaking feeling that Dash had tried these sorts of things - to some degree or another - well before she got tied up in the rituals.

The tough-as-nails pegasus looked away again, somewhat shamefacedly. "Welllll... I suppose you could say that." Twilight, sensing an opening, quickly sidled up to her and put one foreleg around her shoulders. "C'mon, tell me all about it! You'll feel better if you get it out in the open." Rainbow Dash looked sideways at her, then ran a hoof through her mane and nodded. "Maybe you're right. Well, I've told you the story of my first Sonic Rainboom before, right? My first year at Flight-Camp, and how I kicked everypony's asses at flying?" A smile crept unto her lips at the memory, despite her otherwise morose expression, and Twilight nodded. That story had first come up when the Cutie-Mark Crusaders had asked everypony about how they'd gotten THEIR Cutie-Marks, and it had turned out that all 6 of them could trace their respective Cutie-Marks back to Rainbow Dash's first Sonic Rainboom...

"Well, that was my first flight-camp, but it wasn't the last - and the next year, they put me in at 'advanced' class because I was so awesome. So I got to hang out with a lot of older ponies. And there was this one filly... Flash Fire. She was a couple of years older than me, and she was the SECOND-best flier at the camp. After me, of course. And also, my roommate." Rainbow Dash's eyes grew distant as she looked up to the ceiling, recalling the events of many years ago...

It was the evening of the second day of flight-camp. During the day's race, she'd outrun everyone - again. Including her arrogant roomie, Flash Fire, who'd warned her the previous day that she shouldn't be so 'stuck up', and claimed she was still just a filly. Hah! She'd showed HER! Still, she felt a bit ill at ease as she walked into the room they shared. She knew she could outrun the older pony, on the ground or in the air, but... Flash WAS a couple of years older than her, and at this age, that showed. She was noticeably bigger and more muscular, and Dash REALLY didn't want to get in an actual fight with her. Flash Fire's reddish-orange coat and swirling flame cutie-mark were excellent indicators of her temper, it seemed...

Fortunately, as she stuck her head in the door, it looked like she had the room to herself. Flash was nowhere to be seen. Well, that might not AVERT any kind of confrontation, but it at least delayed it, and that was good enough for now. With a relieved sigh, she walked in the door... only to find it slamming shut behind her as Flash Fire suddenly blocked her only avenue of escape. Her roomie had been lurking behind the door, just waiting for her to arrive!

"Time to get your comeuppance, you arrogant little twerp!" The older pony said nastily, grabbing her by the wings and throwing her halfway across the room to the lower bunk-bed (which, of course, was Flash's - Dash had been relegated to the upper bunk), then jumping on top of her before she could get her bearings and escape. Despite being badly outmatched, Dash continued to struggle, punching at Flash's chest with her hooves as her wings were squeezed between the hard mattress and her muscular back.

But as Flash Fire literally climbed on top of her, trying to pin down her forelegs, one of her rear hooves hit a sensitive spot - landing right between Dash's legs. The rough surface of Flash's unshoed hoof ground across her still-undeveloped pussy and clit, sending shocks of unfamiliar sensation through her body. She didn't understand what was happening, only that there were warning-signals going off in her brain. Suddenly uncertain, she froze - allowing Flash Fire to pin down her forelegs without further struggles. The older pony, however, did not fail to notice where her hoof had landed - or the fact that Dash's hind legs remained widely spread.

She chuckled, licking her lips. "Oooo... maybe you aren't such an innocent little filly after all, hmm? Maybe you're really a NAUGHTY filly? You like this, huh? You like this?" Flash twisted her hoof, forcing Dash's tight labia apart with sheer friction, grinding across the sensitive, underdeveloped clit above them. The young pony didn't know how to respond - she'd never masturbated, never felt anything like the sensations now assailing her young mind. She could only fall back on her primal instincts. Which was why her reply was to lean her head back and moan at the unfamiliar pleasure.

Flash Fire laughed, suddenly seeing her youthful victim in a new light. She leaned down, covering the young pegasus' gangly body with her own, pushing her down into the mattress while keeping her rear hoof in place between her thighs. Then she covered Rainbow Dash's half-open mouth with her own, trapping her head against the mattress as she forcibly kissed her. It was Dash's first kiss - all the colts back at school were too intimidated by her attitude and tomboyish ways to approach her. The feeling of those soft lips against hers, the strong tongue pushing past her teeth to explore her mouth, combined with the continued stimulation of her groin was waking up desires in her that she wasn't really ready to handle.

She writhed under Flash's heavy body, no longer certain if she was actually trying to get loose. The unfamiliar sensation in her groin was building towards a crescendo, and the realization that there was nothing she could do to dislodge the older pony was bouncing around her confused brain while she moaned into Flash's mouth. Finally, she came; the first orgasm in her young life rippling through her body, making her strain against the mattress with every fiber in her being - and then go completely still. Her struggle a thing of the past, she was now content to lie there, letting Flash Fire kiss her while she spread her legs for the rough-surfaced hoof.

Finally lifting her face from Dash's, breaking the long kiss, Flash Fire laughed. "You really are a naughty little filly, aren't you? Getting off on my hoof... dirty, dirty little filly..." The last part came out as a purr, and with one final twist of her rear hoof, she pushed herself higher up Dash's gangly body. The confused pegasus barely had time to draw a few deep breaths before Flash squatted on her face, blocking her field of view and nearly her air as well. Flash's by then sopping-wet pussy was pushed against her open mouth, and the older pony growled from above. "Get licking, twerp - and get used to the taste!"

Her lips still tingling after the kiss, she obeyed, not really knowing what she was doing. The wet snatch filled her open mouth with a strong taste of sweat, and the scent was much the same - clearly, Flash Fire hadn't bothered to hit the showers after that last race. Nonetheless, Dash's tongue lashed out, parting the moist folds and cleaning out the unwashed orifice beyond. She was lost and confused, with no idea about what was going on - she only knew that what Flash had done to her had felt good, and that she wanted to feel good again. Flash's firm, mature voice was her only anchor in this sea of unfamiliar sensations - so all she could think of was to obey.

Rainbow Dash's inexperienced tongue explored the wet slit, hitting sensitive spots more by accident than by any plan - but to Flash Fire, just having a submissive young pony working between her legs was arousing enough that she didn't care about any lack of skill. She threw her head around, the fire-red mane flying as she whinnied in pleasure. Dash, looking up along her body from between her thighs, felt a strange sense of satisfaction as she saw the obvious effect her tongue was having. It spurred her on to lick and suck even harder, relishing the strong taste of the older pony's arousal.

Finally, Flash Fire came, filling Dash's mouth with her juices. She gulped them down without a second thought as she watched the orange-red pony writhe on top of her with wide eyes. Her tongue never stopped, however, and she continued licking the sensitive folds of Flash's pussy until the other pegasus had recovered enough to reach down and grab her head with her front hooves, pulling it away from the meal. "That's enough, twerp... I think you've learned your lesson." Flash's voice was a husky purr, and Dash realized that she really wanted the older pony to keep giving her orders. But she was still too confused, too uncertain to say anything - so she just lay there, gaping up at her.

Flash Fire got up from her comfortable seat on top of Dash's face, and lightly jumped off the bunk. "Tell you what... you can take the bottom bunk from now on. I don't like sleeping on the wet spot." She laughed nastily, and spread her wings for the jump to the upper bunk - then paused to catch Dash's eye. "Just don't forget, twerp... if you keep acting arrogant on the field tomorrow, I'll have to punish you again." Then she jumped to the upper bunk, leaving Dash to 'sleep on the wet patch', as she'd put it. Dash didn't mind. The mattress had been soaked with the other pony's juices as well as her own, and the scent of it filled her nose - and, when she finally fell asleep, her mind as well. She had strange, lurid dreams that night.

The next day, she beat everyone on the practice-field again, crowing and strutting as she declared her awesomeness before all the other ponies. That night, Flash Fire was waiting for her in their room with a length of sturdy rope and an improvised cloth gag. She was gagged and tied up on her bunk-bed, on her stomach, with her hind legs attached to the bedposts to keep them spread painfully far apart. Then Flash set about spanking her until the shape of her hoof was imprinted on both of her slender butt-cheeks, before complimenting Dash on taking her punishment like a mare, and teasing her fully-exposed and dripping-wet pussy with her strong wingfeathers until she came.

The flight-camp lasted for two weeks - and every day, Rainbow Dash pushed herself to the limit to stay ahead of the older ponies, strutting around like the queen of the track. And every night, Flash Fire would punish her for her arrogance. Not that she stuck to just the nights, either. From the third day onwards, every time they'd finished a practice-session or a race, Flash would drag Dash to a secluded corner behind the showers and push her sweaty muff into the younger pony's face, ordering her to clean it off. And of course she did, without fail, her nostrils vibrating as she breathed in the thick scent of it.

After a particularly strenuous race that marked the end of the first week of the camp, Flash Fire wound up losing control of her bladder while cumming on Rainbow Dash's increasingly practiced tongue. The hot piss splashed down her throat, strong and acrid - but she was caught up in the moment, and had become used to swallowing Flash's cum-juices, so she gulped it down without a second thought, drinking until the thick, yellow stream finally stopped. Flash Fire giggled and called her a dirty little perverted filly again, tussling her rainbow-colored mane while roughly humping her face to yet another orgasm. From then on, Flash would frequently use Dash as a portable toilet, and she'd become too accustomed to obeying the older pony's every whim to protest.

However, it was during the nights that things really got going. Flash Fire was endlessly creative, particularly with her use of rope - tying down Dash in various uncomfortable and humiliating positions, and then teasing, tickling or tormenting her for hours. When she finally felt that the filly had been suitably 'punished', she'd mount her head, allowing Dash to taste her sweet juices as she licked and sucked her to several orgasms. Finally - IF she'd accepted her punishment without protest, and done a good job of bringing off Flash with her mouth - the older pony would turn her attention to HER pussy, roughly stimulating her with hooves or wing-feathers until she came.

If the position Dash had been tied into left them exposed, Flash would usually also give some attention to her nipples - sucking on them to make them stand erect and exposed, then chewing and biting roughly to make the young pony squirm helplessly against her bonds. She found no pleasure in the pain, but the feeling of being defenseless and restrained as the older pony molested her body was becoming an increasingly potent turn-on - so the rough treatment of her nipples nonetheless always ensured that she came even harder and faster than normal.

Needless to say, Rainbow Dash never told anyone about any of it. Her speed her won her both admiration and jealousy, and she felt certain that if they knew how she'd allowed Flash Fire to turn her body into a plaything, all that respect would be lost. And, though she found it difficult to admit it even to herself, she was afraid that if she talked to anyone, Flash would STOP... and she'd lose access to that perplexingly pleasant feeling of being dominated and used. Of course, that was going to happen soon enough anyway. When you're young, two weeks up summer can be an eternity, but time will still take its inevitable toll.

The last day of camp arrived, even though she fiercely wished it wouldn't. The day was filled by activities - a tournament of various aerobatic challenges, testing the speed, agility and endurance of the eager young pegasi. Seized by the competitive spirit, Rainbow Dash pulled out all the stops - and won every competition she was in, being declared the overall winner by a landslide. Flash Fire, meanwhile, came in second in several of those competitions - and won a few that Dash hadn't participated in - earning her an overall second-place.

When they stood together at the podium at the end, Flash took advantage of her greater height to whisper up into Dash's ear. "Still haven't learned your lesson, eh? Guess tonight's my last chance to teach you some proper humility, then..." Fortunately, the semi-orgasmic tremor that immediately ran through Rainbow Dash was mistaken by the audience for a spot of embarrassment as she stood in front of the applauding crowds.

The next day, they'd all be heading home. It would be her last night with Flash Fire as her roommate. And that night, it was Flash's turn to pull out all the stops. When Dash walked into the their shared room, after having spent most of the evening surrounded by festivities and congratulations as all the pegasi celebrated the last day of flight-camp, Flash was waiting for her - and it seemed like she'd only just arrived. Her coat was unkempt and soaked with sweat, indicating that she'd done some swift flying even after the contests ended.

Dash closed the door behind her, approaching Flash Fire with eagerness despite the predatory, almost sadistic look in the older pony's eyes. "Good timing, twerp..." Flash purred. "I just got back from a little trip, and I really need a bath and a piss... but the bathroom and the showers are just way too far away. So you'll have to suffice, eh?" She sat back on the bunk-bed that had already soaked up so much of their mixed sexual juices, spreading her legs, and Rainbow Dash approached her with a rapidly-beating heart. She could already tell that this night would be something special - for better or for worse.

As soon as she got within hoof's reach, Flash reached out to grab her head, and roughly pushed it down between her thighs. The familiar scent of sweaty pussy assailed her nostrils, even stronger than usual - Flash Fire clearly hadn't bothered showering during the day-long athletic competition. As soon as Dash's lips had closed around the fragrant mound, a powerful stream of piss jetted down her throat, swamping her tongue. Its strong taste and sheer quantity made her wonder if perhaps Flash had been keeping it in all day - through all the exertions and the many bottles of water they'd all consumed to get through them. She found the thought of the older pony straining her bladder just to force-feed it all to her oddly flattering.

She'd grown accustomed to the strong, acidic taste of it over the past week, though, and didn't hesitate to swallow every hot, yellow mouthful of it. Her lips formed a tight seal around Flash's pussy-mound, letting not one drop escape as the bright-orange pegasus' rock-hard bladder gradually emptied. When finally the powerful stream slowed to a trickle, it left her with enough leeway to begin her cleaning-work between swallows, and her tongue began to dance around the swollen labia, occasionally darting between them to taste the juices that had begun to percolate from the depths of the hole. The taste of acrid piss, stale sweat and fresh pussy-juice mixed together in her mouth, creating a heady cocktail that was already making her own juices flow steadily.

Finally, the stream stilled altogether, leaving the last few drops of urine to tingle on her tongue as it caressed the slightly-open urethra, cleaning off the last remnants more thoroughly than any toilet-paper could. Her role as a living toilet thus completed, she could focus entirely on her cleaning-duties. Her tongue dug into every fold and crevice of Flash Fire's pussy, replacing the day's sweat with her own spit. She paid particular attention to the tiny, sensitive clit, her tongue drilling into its hood to cleanse any bitter impurities that might hide there. Under the salty taste of the sweat, she sensed the slightly sweet tang of old, dried pussy-juices, and kept licking until she could only taste the other pony's flesh.

By the time Dash was satisfied that she'd done a proper cleaning-job, Flash Fire had climaxed twice, filling the younger filly's mouth with her hot mare-cum both times. But when she finally lifted her head from the dripping-wet pussy - a string of drool connecting her mouth to it still - Flash just grinned down at her. "A nice start, twerp... but you've still got a lot of ground to cover. I'm sweaty allll over... you'd best get to work, or we're gonna be here all night!"

Rainbow Dash hesitated for only a moment. Then, her tongue began to rove, tracing up Flash Fire's slim belly, tasting the sweat soaked into the short, red-orange coat, and feeling the skin shiver beneath her touch. Inch by inch, she worked her way around, with Flash frequently shifting around to let her reach a new spot. First the firm, flat belly, then the muscular chest with its sensitive little nipples, then the slender neck... but before she could go higher, Flash turned halfway, lifting her legs to let her lick her pits, tasting the sweat even more strongly there. Then down the flanks, towards the rump, paying particular attention to the bright-red cutie-mark - the swirling, all-devouring flame that seemed to symbolize so well the passion she'd awakened in Rainbow Dash.

Now, her tongue was working its way across the buttocks themselves, the coat becoming thinner and softer while its hues shifted towards lighter shades. Between them, a small patch of naked skin around her tiny, puckered asshole beckoned. Dash didn't hesitate, letting her tongue carefully circle the small ring, dipping briefly into the middle. A lot of sweat had gathered there, she found - and the slight bitterness she could taste underneath the saltiness just made her pussy twitch as she indulged herself fully in the self-abasement.

Having cleaned the small hole thoroughly, she continued up, caressing the tailbone as she reached for the base of Flash's colorful tail, resembling a tongue of flame in its mixture of yellow and red hues. Her tongue briefly circled the point where the tail joined the body, before she headed further down again, licking the length of Flash's shapely thighs, following the arch of her powerful hind legs down towards the hooves. Those, too, were cleaned - the hard surface soon gleaming with spit. As she licked the underside of them, she could faintly taste grass and dirt - hinting that Flash had been groundside recently. The thought flashed through her mind only briefly before she busied herself giving the same treatment to the other leg.

She didn't know how long it took for her to finish tongue-bathing the older pony. Licking up her arched spine, then along the powerful wings, feeling the hard feathers tickle her increasingly numb tongue. Dipping into the pits at the base of each of her four legs to find deep reservoirs of musky sweat. Then finally coming back to that long, slender neck, and following it up to bury her nose in Flash's fragrant, flame-colored mane, her tongue caressing her ears as they twitched under the treatment. The taste and smell of Flash Fire's sweat, her unique body-odor, had soaked into Dash's increasingly dry tongue, seemingly replacing her spit. The other pegasus had absorbed all her senses - the texture of her coat, the smell of her sweat, the taste of her body, the sight of her heaving flanks, the sound of her moans and sighs... right now, that was Rainbow Dash's entire world.

Finally, as she licked along the lines of Flash's muzzle, the older pony took action again - grabbing her head between two hooves, she pulled her into a tight, intense kiss, mashing their lips together. Dash immediately surrendered to the kiss, letting Flash's tongue explore her mouth as it willed, her own, well-worn tongue rising to greet it. She was on top right now, having gradually crawled up Flash's body as she licked it, but the older, stronger pony quickly rectified that - wrapping her legs and wings around Dash and then quickly rolling over, putting herself on top as she should be. Her spit-slicked body was heavy on top of Dash, pushing her into the mattress and making it difficult to breathe. She relished the sensation until Flash Fire broke the kiss and pulled away.

"Nicely done, twerp... you make a serviceable toilet and shower. But you better not think that's going to get you out of your punishment..." In a flash, the weight on Dash's chest disappeared, as she jumped off and reached under the bunk-bed for the coil of rope that had been hiding there for the past couple of weeks. With swift, practiced motions, Flash Fire tied Dash down to the bed, spread-eagled with her hind legs attached to the upper bunk to keep them both spread and raised. This lifted her rump slightly off the lower bunk, and ensured that all of her most sensitive spots - her pussy, her ass and her nipples - were fully-exposed and in Flash Fire's reach.

Then, despite Dash having made no sounds other than the occasional moan since entering the room, Flash forced a large gag of balled-up cloth into her mouth. It was different from the mostly-symbolic gag Flash had used on a few of their earliest nights - big enough to push her jaws painfully apart, filling her mouth completely, and safely attached behind her head so it wouldn't fall out. Flash Fire looked down at her with a faux-apologetic expression. "I know you're pretty good at keeping quiet at night, even when I'm really going at you - probably mostly 'cuz you're such a dirty, perverted little filly - but I don't think you'll be able to keep from screaming this time. So let's make sure we don't wake up all the other little ponies, hmm?"

Dash's heart was beating rapidly in her chest - even faster than it usually did when Flash tied her up. She'd already weathered several painful experiences under her roomie's rough hoof - simple spankings had been merely the beginning. Both a leather strap and a thin cane had caressed her sensitive rump and helpless, exposed pussy during the previous week. And through it all, she'd kept her mouth tightly closed, riding out the pain like a violent air-current, just to hear Flash Fire's purring voice compliment her for it at the end of the session. What did the brutal pony have in store now, to make her so sure that Dash wouldn't be able to weather it?

The answer came when Flash pulled a small leather bag out of her closet. "I took a little trip groundside earlier, after the medals were awarded..." the pony grinned, pulling open the bag while she continued conversationally. "I've spent a lot more time down there than you prob'ly have, being a Cloudsdale-girl and all. MY parents, however, are earth-pony farmers. They taught me how to use a rope, as you've no doubt noticed. And they also taught me about all the interesting plants that grow in the fields and the forests... particularly problematic weeds like this one." Using her teeth, she pulled a strange, fuzzy-looking green leaf out of the bag, being careful to keep her lips away from it.

"Stinging Nettle." She talked through clenched teeth, approaching the trussed-up Rainbow Dash. "My father taught me to be careful with it. You're about to find out why." Sticking her head between Dash's spread-out legs, she leaned down and let the leaf lightly caress the helpless pony's flat stomach. A burning, stinging pain shot out from the point of contact, rocketing through her young body and making her groan into the gag. Flash Fire giggled through her tightly-shut teeth, then raised her head. The sensation lightened, but didn't disappear - a smarting burn continued to radiate from the spot she'd touched with the leaf.

"The leaf's covered in tiny barbs..." she explained, still talking through clenched teeth. "They get in your skin when you touch the leaf and get stuck there, continuously injecting you with their juices. It's not really harmful - just, y'know, painful. Itchy, too. Causes nasty swellings. Takes days to wear off. But of course, your coat protects you from the worst of it... keeps most of the barbs from reaching your skin. But what do you suppose happens if it touches somewhere really sensitive that isn't covered by hairs?" She pushed her head further up Dash's body, the hot breath from her nostrils tickling her chest and making her nipples harden as they emerged from her coat.

Beads of sweat emerged on Rainbow Dash's forehead as she felt the ghost-pain on her stomach continue to pulse. For the first time since it all started, she was genuinely struggling against her ropes, fearing the impending pain. But Flash Fire hadn't slacked off on the knots - the robes held firm, and her struggles were in vain. She could only watch helplessly as Flash lowered the innocuous-seeming green leaf to brush it lightly across one of her nipples.

The pain was like a bright flash in front of her eyes, drawing a sound somewhere between a whinny and a scream from her throat, only for it to drown in the cloth gag filling her mouth. Her nipple felt like someone had pointed a blowtorch at it - a continuous, pulsating, fiery pain that barely abated as Flash Fire moved on to the other nipple for another brush of the leaf. Even with Dash thrashing her torso around as much as the roped would allow, Flash's aim was unerring, and another bright point of pain exploded on Dash's chest.

Merciless, she switched back to the first, lighting the fire of agony on Dash's chest as she let the leaf brush over the puffy, sensitive tissue around the nub itself. Bit by bit, however, the pain seemed to lessen, and for a moment, Dash through she'd gotten used to it. Then Flash backed off and spat out the leaf on the floor. "Guess there aren't a whole lot of barbs left on that one by now... ah well, more where that come from. How'd you like that taste of the stinging nettle's bite, eh? Bet it hurts. But those cute little nips of yours are hardly the most sensitive part of your body, hmm?" Her head dipped into the leather pouch again, and came up with a small branch between her teeth - crowned by 3 green leaves.

Tears ran from Rainbow Dash's eyes as she struggled with the roped in panic. Waves of agony were still rolling through her, centered on her nipples, and the pain on her belly had given way to a dull, aching itch that she couldn't scratch. The idea that it was merely a small taste of what was to come horrified her. But Flash Fire ignored her groans and tears, approaching her exposed rear with the leaves. "Frankly, I can't even IMAGINE how much this is gonna hurt..." she mumbled through her clenched teeth as she leaned in to swat the leaves across the sensitive, exposed skin.

It was every bit as painful as she'd feared. Her crotch was on fire, flames licking around her most sensitive spots as Flash ran the leaves across them. Her tiny, puckered anus, her outer labia, her buttocks... and then, the ruthless pegasus reached out to pull open her pussy with her front hooves, letting the leaves run across her inner labia as well. An explosion of pain filled the young filly's mind as the tiny barbs dug in and stimulated the countless nerves in the area into open rebellion. The edges of the explosion seemed to glow as Flash switched her target to slightly less sensitive areas, whipping the branch across her buttocks and inner thighs, where her coat was thin and provided little protection.

Apparently satisfied with the wide coverage, Flash Fire again focused on the most sensitive region - Rainbow Dash's increasingly swollen pussy. Her inner labia, swelling under the influence of the plant's juices, had pushed her pussy open - and Flash took advantage of that, biting off a leaf and carefully rolling it between her hooves into a small tube with the barbed bits on the outside. Daintily gripping it between her teeth, she pushed it into the opening, exposing the first inch or so of Dash's virgin pussy to the agonizing barbs.

Her pain reaching new heights, Dash flopped on the bunk like a landed fish, her mind overwhelmed. She was losing control of her body - starting with her bladder. A spray of uncontrolled piss arched through the air, covering Flash Fire's freshly-cleaned face. The fire-maned pegasus' eyes narrowed dangerously as the stinking fluid filled her nostrils and dribbled down her lips. "I think you've forgotten which one of us is the living toilet here..." She was still speaking through clenched teeth, but this time, there seemed to be more than one reason for that. "Perhaps this will remind you."

With a quick movement, she broke off a thin piece of the plant's stem, and with careful aim, rammed it home - directly into Rainbow Dash's still-spurting urethra. The stem, as it turned out, was covered by the same tiny spikes as the leaves, and they easily gripped the tight urethral tissue as Flash forced it deeper. Even as a whole new world of pain invaded Dash's battered mind, the plant's juices caused her urethra to swell shut around the spike-covered stem, effectively blocking it and putting an end to her uncontrolled urination.

With a huff, Flash Fire pulled her head back, watching the tiny bit of nettle-stem sticking out of the just as tiny hole. She spat to clear the taste of piss from her mouth. "Y'know, I wasn't really gonna do this, but since you so obviously need more discipline... I guess I might as well take it all the way." She broke off another leaf and, with her hooves and teeth, bent it into a tight curve with the barbs downwards. Then, grabbing it by the base, she waited for a brief break in Dash's thrashing and pushed it forwards.

Her target, this time, was Dash's clitoral hood. The small tunnel of flesh had protected her ultra-sensitive clit since the torment began, taking several swats across its surface, but remaining firm in its purpose. Now, however, Flash was bypassing its defenses, ramming the arched leaf straight up it, putting the barbed surface directly into contact with her clit. The tightest, most concentrated nub of nerves in her body was now assailed by a substance designed specifically to turn those nerves against their owner.

The pain was indescribable, and nearly made her black out. In fact, it WOULD have, if the continued jabs of renewed pain didn't keep pushing her back to consciousness. The leaf had been left lodged inside her clitoral hood, just like the rolled-up leaf was still inside her pussy, and the equally-agonizing stem remained stuck in her urethra. Every involuntary movement of her groin made the three pieces of vegetative agony shift against her battered nerves, lighting new fires of pain inside her.

She had no idea how long she spent like that, hovering on the edge of consciousness, her body a bonfire of pain. Time seemed a distant and unreal concept. But finally, after a subjective eternity, the two leaves and the stem were pulled out of her. They left a trail of liquid fire behind, particularly the stem, whose tiny, deeply-set spikes were almost universally left lodged inside her urinary tract. Her bladder immediately emptied itself through the newly-vacated hole, splattering down into what sounded like a bowl. It burned as it passed through the urethra, but as the yellow liquid washed away some of the nerve-irritating fluids, it actually served to somewhat reduce her pain.

After this, she was left - still tied up - for some time. Gradually, the pain receded, and her mind began to reassemble itself. Then it stumbled halfway to full consciousness as the disappearing agony revealed an intense itching that had been hidden beneath it. As the pain rolled away from her sensitive pussy, the new sensation took over. She DESPERATELY needed to scratch it - her nipples, her pussy, her clit, her urethra, her asshole, all were itching maddeningly. Once again, she struggled against the ropes, feeling them bite into her coat and not caring.

Once again, time seemed to drag on as she laid there, tied up and overwhelmed by the itching. Then, she felt Flash Fire's presence next to her on the mattress. The usually ruthless pony dipped her head and let her tongue play across Dash's cheek, licking up the tears that had run freely during the long torture. Her voice - which was usually either rough and commanding, or smooth and seductive, was strangely thick as she whispered into Dash's twitching ears. "We'll probably never see each other again after tonight... I figure this way, you'll at least remember me. Heh. Well, for the next couple of days, at least." She licked around the gag next, cleaning off the lines of drool that had emerged there as Dash chewed helplessly at the thick ball of cloth. Then, finally, she jumped off the mattress and approached the young pegasus' exposed and tormented groin again.

Always before, Flash Fire had brought off dash with her hooves or wingtips, deftly manipulating the sensitive folds of her pussy - which was inevitably sopping wet with arousal at that point - to grant her release. But this time, she leaned in her head, sighed heavily, and let her tongue play across the exposed, hypersensitive surface. The smooth, gentle touch of the young mare's tongue was like a cooling balsam, turned almost miraculous by sheer contrast to the last thing that had touched it. As her saliva washed away the pain-inducing fluids and unseated the tiny, invisible barbs, the effect became even more pronounced.

Amidst all the pain and itching, ecstasy the likes of which she had never imagined flowed through her. Flash's tongue was everywhere, caressing all of the places she'd previously tortured. She even licked around the tiny, swollen ring of the urethra, and the somewhat larger, even-more-swollen ring of the sphincter, spreading a sensation of lightness and pleasure wherever her tongue roamed. Rainbow Dash's thrashing stopped, the continued itching in much of her body no longer important. Unmoving, she laid against the ropes as she felt an inexplicable, unparalleled orgasm build inside of her like a ball of fire.

As Flash Fire's agile tongue reached inside her clitoral hood to spread its relief to her most pained place, the ball exploded like fireworks behind her eyes. It made all the other climaxes she'd reached under Flash's hooves seem like wet squibs by comparison. Her muscles vibrated with energy, but still she remained unmoving, refusing to thrash around again - afraid that any motion might break the spell. Whether it worked or not, Flash Fire continued, seemingly tireless as she stimulated Dash's entire groin - not shying away from making frequent forays down to the still-swollen asshole as she built her up towards another mind-bending orgasm.

And even after that had passed, she kept right on going - licking, sucking, and sometimes just breathing on the sensitive, saliva-wet surfaces. The hyperstimulated tissue was highly receptive to her treatment, unable to go numb from the continued assault as it normally would have. Only after pushing Rainbow Dash to a third, mind-numbing orgasm did she pull back, working her tired jaw as she looked down at the result of her labors. Between the arousal, the oral stimulation and the plant-juices, Dash's pussy was swollen to enormous proportions, standing out in a large bulge of overstimulated, nerve-rich flesh.

Then, with a sigh, she turned around and walked away, turning off the lights before wing-jumping to the upper bunk and diving under the covers... leaving Dash still gagged, tied up, spread-eagled and fully exposed as the last eddies of pleasure began to clear away - and the itching returned to the forefront of her mind. In the darkness, there were no sights or sounds to distract her from the sensations running through her body. The itching seemed to redouble, and she writhed silently in the dark, overtaken by the unreleased urge to scratch them.

Hours passed like that, but in the end - somehow - she fell into an exhausted asleep. It had been an indescribably tiring day, with the lengthy athletic competition being perhaps the least of her trials. She didn't wake up when Flash Fire rose with first light, planted a last kiss on her swollen, exposed pussy-mound, and then cut her loose from the ropes. Nor did she stir as the older pony pulled the covers over her worn-out body - and then packed her bags and left their shared room.

Rainbow Dash leaned back, looking up at her cloudy ceiling and sighing while one of her hooves absently massaged her pussy. "She wasn't kidding, either. I never saw her again. It was her last year at flight-camp, after all. When I came back next year, my new roomie was downright intimidated by my awesomeness. But I never forgot 'bout her, either. Heh... certainly not for a while. The itching and the swelling took days to go away. Got me started on masturbation rather naturally." She lifted the hoof that had been rubbing her pussy-mount to her lips and casually licked it, while arcing one of her wings around her flanks instead. "It's actually pretty good wing-training - small, precise movements, y'know? Helps sharpen your precision."

The feathers at the tip of her wing moved smoothly up and down the wet slit, caressing her clit at the top of every move. She shuddered slightly. "Guess you gotta feel sorry for earth-ponies, huh? They don't have magic OR wings to use for this. I'm glad I could help Applejack out earlier." Twilight Sparkle nodded absently, her own hooves straying southwards as she gradually pulled herself back to reality. Dash's story had been... captivating. And arousing.

"I guess I made some wrong assumptions about you, Rainbow Dash..." she admitted. "I hadn't realized you were so... experienced." The pegasus flashed her one of her customary, cocky smiles, a slightly bitter twist to it. "Yeah, well... 's not like I've gotten much experience SINCE. Colts are either intimidated by me, or treat me as 'one of the guys'. Girls either think I'm a weird tomboy, or make moony eyes at me." She sighed, and glanced over at Twilight. "What 'bout you? I've shared my first experience, so 's only fair..."

Twilight blushed, looking away. "Well... you know me. I've always been bookish. An egghead, as you like to put it. Always caught up in my research and so on. Before coming to Ponyville, I didn't even make any friends - let alone lovers." Dash raised an eyebrow. "Wait, so... when you first started doing those 'rituals' to save Equestria... you were completely inexperienced? Not just a 'technical' virgin?" Twilight nodded, looking embarrassed - but then raised her head and grinned at her friend. "But hey - I've learned a lot since, and you know how much I like to study. And you gotta admit, I've gotten pretty good at lickin' pussy. But... maybe you COULD teach me a thing or two, huh?"

Rainbow Dash returned her grin and slid off the bed, stepping around where Twilight sat on its edge and shouldering her way in between the slender, lavender-colored thighs. "Oh, I think I can. Enough to make your oral skills 20% more awesome, at least. Try to pay attention..." Twilight moaned and leaned back as she felt Dash's lips and tongues begin to caress her wet pussy. Her arousal had been rising steadily while she listened to the story, and she was definitely ready for some release again. Even as she tried to focus on the techniques Dash was using, though, a thought penetrated her mind, and she giggled.

"Y'know, Dash... something just occurred to me." The sky-blue pegasus glanced up from between her thighs with an inquisitive expression, never stopping the delightful treatment she was giving her pussy. "You've basically pulled one over on an ancient, nigh-immortal manifestation of conflict and destruction! Based on what he told Rarity, War thinks he's 'breaking' you with all the pain and humiliation he's been piling on you. Planning to finish the job during the next ritual, no doubt. He's got no idea that you're just riding out the pain like it's no big thing, and obeying orders because you ENJOY a bit of submission and restraint." Dash's replying laughter rippled across Twilight's clit, sending her soaring towards her next climax.

Later that evening, the six friends all gathered at Twilight's home, the Golden Oak Library, to prepare for the trip to the ruined castle and the last ritual. Ample supplies of food and drink were being prepared - with six of them to four of the stallions, it seemed likely that sneaking off for a quick snack and a drink of water now and again would be easier than before. They also made sure to bring along a better supply of Zakora's healing salve than before - several jars, hopefully enough to ensure that they wouldn't run out this time, no matter how roughly the sadistic War intended to treat them.

Pinkie Pie was bouncing up and down in misplaced excitement, asking numerous questions that ranged from the inane to the dangerously insightful. "You guys are all rested up for this, right? Full of energy after DAYS of taking it easy, so you're ready to tackle the RITUAL, right? Well, I know you are, 'cuz if you'd been doing anything FUN, you would've invited ME, right?" Twilight, Rainbow Dash and Applejack all looked around awkwardly, making non-comitial agreeing noises. Twilight couldn't help but notice that Rarity was doing the same thing, though, and turned her sharp eyes on the dainty white unicorn.

She seemed... oddly eager to get going, though she hid it well. Twilight could relate - she felt much the same way, arousal already rising in her at the thought of what perverse pleasures she might be exposed to tonight. But from a rear vantage-point, she could tell that wasn't all. Rarity's asshole was swollen and sticking slightly out from her rear, mostly hidden behind her well-styled tail - that much was to be expected, considering the battering it took during the previous ritual. But the skin around it had an odd, strained look to it. Like cloth that had been stretched too wide and then been allowed to flop back to its previous shape. Twilight's perceptive mind immediately deduced that Rarity's ass had spent very little time holding its current shape during the past two days. Indeed, the strained skin told her that the small, puckered sphincter was eager to open wide for anything that might poke at it - it was the mark of a true anal aficionado.

With a sigh, she busied herself preparing the last of the saddlebags. It seemed increasingly clear that none of the ponies who'd been at the last ritual had spent the intervening days resting and recuperating like they'd been supposed to. Hopefully, they'd be able to weather the challenges ahead anyway. Pinkie Pie and Fluttershy should at least have full reserves of energy. She glanced over at her gentle, pastel-yellow pegasus friend at the thought, and cleared her throat. "Are you sure about this, Fluttershy? I can't help feeling like it's gonna be rather rough on you..." it was a last-ditch attempt with no real hope of success, and sure enough, Fluttershy just nodded. "I'm not going to run away this time. If I can help stop those terrible stallions from rampaging through Equestria by surrendering my body to them, then I will!"

She glanced around the room, taking in the sight of her friends - equal parts nervous and excited. "I used to run away from things that scared me, which was mostly everything. But I've got friends now, and I'll stand by their side even if I have to walk into something horrifying." The gentle pegasus hefted her saddlebags unto her back, and smiled shyly up at Twilight, who could only reply in kind. Then, the six friends filed out of the library, into the deepening darkness, to make their way through the Everfree Forest towards the crumbling Castle of the Royal Pony Sisters - and the last ritual, the completion of which would safeguard all of Equestria.

The End of Part 3