>>LAST TIME
>You made words with Nightmare Moon.
>She brought along Trixie as her Emissary.
>After dueling with her in mortal conversation, you were able to cast down her mask to reveal Moonbutt
>Thereafter, The White Mare Who Must Not Be Named, appeared with Cadence, closely followed by Shining and Slutbra
>THE PLOT IS REVEALED!
>Argument starts, inflamed by Sodium and Rose attempting a coup in Luna's honour.
>CRYSTAL POWERS ACTIVATE!
>The Whole is an AssWhole
>Now you must think on your sins, M.
 
>IT IS exactly where we left off.
>Your head is throbbing, your ears ringing, and you're light headed from once again disturbing that part of your mind that isn't yours, that enables you god-like power, that is a signal of your losing grip on humanity!
>But fuck that, Cadence!
>You smile down at your loveable Cadence, discomforted by her new additions, but basking in the warm glowy glow of Shining's, Slutbra's and your love.
>Her FEELs are a mixture of relief and happiness, as well as slight arousal and contentedness with her parted parts.
>And a small amount at annoyance at the last thing.
>Fucking Whole.
>Cadence sighs, a new FEELing of unhappiness edging in.
>Partly because she's enjoying her privates being subtly tortured, spread and exposed.
>And partially because...
>"I can't believe Lulu DID that!" she FEELs as you, your chest cooling with Cadence's sadness.
>You narrow your eyes in thought, and slight pain.
"I'm honestly surprised she didn't simply drop the moon on us, honestly," you say.
>"She was most likely unable to, if the sun is in the sky," Cadence thought-explains, "She draws her power from the night - without it, she's powerless. Just like how when you left you lost your powers, and...well, I still can't believe she DID that!"
>You roll your eyes.
"Well, it was all thanks to the god-damned Cake Budget," you say, "Celestia and Luna are so, so devoted to it..."
>You narrow your eyes at Cadence.
"Why is it THAT important, anyway?" you ask
>Cadence is Poker-Facing, but you can FEEL her anxiety and trepidation rapidly rising.
>She FEELs several "err"s and "ahh"s and "Well, you see"s
"I mean, I get the whole 'Exempt from crimes against non-nobles' thing," you explain, "But, why is that so important?"
>She's sweating, her heart is a-beating.
>"It has to do with the fact that it's not just an exemption, but also an actual budget,"explains Slutbra.
>Cadence turns and glares at Slutbra.
>Slutbra miles and nuzzles her.
>"Said budget is usually, maybe even EXPECTED to be, spent on the alicorns darkest fantasies," continues Slutbra, "My one was the palace with handsome stallions, if you'll recall."
>Something within you stirs.
>[DESIRE TO KNOW MORE INTENSIFIES]
"...so..." you drawl, eyeing Cadence, "What was your..."
>You lean in
"Deepest,"
>You smile
"Darkest,"
>You grin, broadly
"Fantasy?" you whisper.
>Shining also leans into her view, eyebrows raised.
>Slutbra goes cheek to cheek with you, suspicious.
>Cadence is stock still, but her inside FEELs are all over the place.
>She's trying to de-FEEL from you, but the crystal inside her isn't letting her.
>She's panicking, her eyes darting around for a way out.
>You gently grab both sides of her body and hug her.
"Come on - I've got a semi-hardon becasue my favourite princess currently has a clamp on her clit," you say, "And you know Slutbra loves being a sex slave, and that Shining likes cruel, dominant Changelings pretending to be you. It's only fair if you told us what you like."
>Cadence can't move her eyes from yours.
>She starts to FEEL confused, panic thoughts, something in the negative, to turn the conversation around, to distract you-
>And a certain ring exposing her tender clit suddenly tightens.
>She inhales sharply through her nose, in a mixture of pain and enforced pleasure.
>"It's..." she FEELs, "It's..."
>You lean forward, expectant.
>"It's...toys..." she FEELs quietly.
>You blink at her.
"Toys?" you say, eyebrow raised.
>"Toys?" says Slutbra, her head turning to you, startled.
>"Toys!" says Shining, as if he finally worked out something, "Of Course!"
>"Toys," she feels, "I just like, you know...dolls and teddy bears..."
>You blink.
"So not sex toys, just toy toys, right?" you seek to clarify.
>She simply blushes beat read at you, the pressure on her clit easing.
>She looks down and presses into you, shamed.
>"I...have... a room full of magically animated toys with ...attachments..." she sheepishly FEELs, "And I'd like to go there and...enjoy myself."
>You narrow your eyes.
"And this is deep and dark because..."
>She suddenly looks up at you.
>Jeeze, nearly got you with the horn that time!
>"Because they're, they're TOYS!" she FEELs at you, exhaling raggedly, moisture tickling the edges of her eyes, "They shouldn't be sexualized! If anyone knew then, then they'd think I was a foalfiddler or, or - a pervert! They'd think that I was some creepy mare, who fiddles with herself using toys, and...and..."
>She sniffles.
>"They'd hate me for it," she FEELs, quietly, with cold sadness and prickling shame.
>You gently stroke her mane.
>IT IS YOUR TIME TO SHINE, HEART!
>Thanks for putting me in this position, DICK.
"Cadence, Slutbra has quite literally fucked, licked and sucked-off possibly everyone in the palace, and I don't care." you state, "I don't care what she's done or what she enjoys - I love her for who she is; a caring, loyal, hardworking mare with a beautfiul, gorgeous mane."
>Slutbra grins and nuzzles you.
"And Shining is a stallion, with a very lickable cock. Even doing any of that alone was a big step for me, and while he's kind of an idiot-"
>"Hey!" interjects Shining.
"-he's still that friendliest, funniest, strongest stallion I know. And I still love him."
>You lift her chin and look at her.
"And I don't care that you like toys in that way, you're still that loving, kind, sassy, annoying pony princess I love."
>She looks deep into you.
>Something builds inside her.
>Suddenly her hron glows and the ball gag melts pout of her mouth.
>She explodes with emotion as she swiftly puts her hooves around your shoulder and kisses you, deeply.
>You fall on your ass from the sudden weight.
>"OH THANK CELESTIA," she FEELs deep into you, your chest feels like all warm and gooey.
>You hug back.
"I'm surprised THIS got to you, and not the whole 'walking around Empire like a slut' thing," you sigh.
>She hugs tighter, FEELing relieved and content and still faintly annoyed at the delicious torture her pussy's experiencing.
>You look over her shoulder.
>Shining is looking proud, while Slutbra is rolling her eyes.
>They stand on either side of Cadence, nuzzling and hugging her awkwardly.
>"Y'know, Shiny," says Slutbra, "Some ponies might not be proud that they inadvertently guessed their wives' deepest fantasy while shopping for a baby shower."
>"Don't care," says Shining, a smug smile on his face, "I was RIGHT!"
>Cadence looks up at you, and smiles.
>"I don't care what the Whole says," she sighs, happily, "you're an ass who deserved to get smacked on the head,"
"Perhaps, but she deserved it as well," you grin.
>She rolls her eyes.
>Shining becomes thoughtful.
>"Why do you hate Rarity, Anon?" asks Shining, taking a moment from rubbing his face into Cadence's neck.
"Because she's annoying, pratty little snob who treats people like animals," you pout, frowning and crossing your arms, "You know, like nobles!"
>"We're nobles," says Shining, defiant.
"DON'T YOU SAY THAT!" you hiss. Shining recoils as Cadence starts.
"You have been absolved of your noble sins! For you are my Cocksluts, and forgiven of your past, heinous, noble deeds!" you gesture theatrically.
>Cadence and Shining stare at you, like if Kenneth Branagh himself had just said in an urban accent "'kay my hoes and biznatches, who needs dat pooty punted?".
>"Being a noble is a crime?" Shining smirks.
"Well it should be," you grumble, "If 'being a noble' means 'being complete arrogant dicks'."
>"Don't let Precious hear that, Master" says Slutbra, lowly, "His job's hard enough."
>You frown.
"Poor guy," you say, "Nearly shat himself when "Nightmare Moon"-" you finger quote judiciously here around Cadence's hugging form, "-was spooking him. Stacked on top of that he's dealing with nobles and diplomats."
>"Not a very good guy if he couldn't stop Sodium and Salty from attempting your overthrow," states Shining, "Then again, Sodium was the last Minister of Noble Affairs so maybe things worked out better?"
>"And he's just taken over Sodium's duties, as well as dealing with the Crystal Empire succeeding from Equestria, the Exclusion, and everything," weighs in Cadence through FEELs, "He's going to be under a lot of pressure as is."
"I wonder how his meeting with the diplomats is going?" you voice.
>You turn to seek his song and-
>-Ow your fucking head-
>Oh.
>You hurl Cadence from you and turn to Shining.
"Fly you fools!" you hiss, pointing out to the edge of the balcony, "He's right outside in the main hall with a bunch of dignitaries!"
>Shining looks confused.
>Cadence's eye widen, and she quickly siezes Shining, throws him bodily off the balcony.
>You watch as Shining, stock still, eyes wide, dissappears from view.
>Cadence quickly spreads those wings and zips after him.
>You don't hear a scream and a crunch, so you assume that Cadence caught him.
>"...and here is the Royal Balcony," you hear the muffled voice of Precious Ore, your Minister for Noble Affairs, "with a wide, expansive view of Crystal Empire, capital city of the Crystal Empire, but there's nothing happening in there at the mome-"
>You hear a door suddenly bang open.
>"Is he in here?" you hear a gruff voice.
>You espy a Griffon, all grey with black spotches on his wings.
>She wears an aged-green copper-looking breastplate, and a cape on her back.
>Following her is a chubby female minotaur, a full head taller than you rather sizable assets and covered with a draping toga.
>Her look is fierce and stern.
>Alongside the minotaur is a zebra, with a tightly shorn mane, draped in gold bangles.
>Her grey and black body is covered with white body paint in various designs, which glow slightly.
>And finally is a doe, a deer, a female deer!
>She trots in with a dress somewhere between a ghillie suit and a doily, and trots with an elegance and grace that is almost etheral.
>The griffon walks up to you.
>"I have some WORDS for you-"
>"Ladies," says Precious, quickly placing himself between you and the griffon, smoothly, "My I introduce you to his Royal Highness and Sacred Holiness, Crystal King Anonymous, Shard Incarnate."
>You blink.
>Alright Anonymous, these are IMPORTANT dignitaries from other countries.
>Do Not Fuck This Up.
"Salutations, honoured guests," you say, giving a little bow.
>Fan-fucking-tast...
>Holy shit.
>HOLY FUCKING SHIT.
>ANON, YOU DIDN'T FUCK UP.
>Good job!
>Here's a gold star sticker for your trouble!
>Hopefully THAT will ease your headache.
>...well, it's no aspirin Anon, but Good Job!
>Precious turns to you.
>His face is inscrutible.
>His ragged song becomes quirky and surprised.
>"Your Grace," says Precious, still outwardly cool and calm, "This is Autumn's Embrace, Emissary from the Deerlands and Representative of the Nodens Court."
>Autumn's Embace bows delicately.
>"Your Grace," she says, before rising again.
>"And this is Jarl Blitzregn Barn, representitive of the Griffon Kingdom of Saxony," continues Precious, gesturing to the griffon.
>The griffon gives a slight nod, eyes narrowed.
>"And this is Leda Aphrodite, representitive of the Aietolian League, the Aechean League, the Epirote Confederation, et cetera,"
>The minotaur crosses her arms, grumbles something under her breath and frowns at you.
>"And finally this is Shimo Kirefu, Witch-colt of the Lower Zebra Lands, Favoured of the Pool, and representative of the Saharan Nations," finishes Precious.
>Shimo has his eyes closed, but you can feel him looking at you, and somehow through you.
>You feel something very cold trickle down your spine, as you feel immensely uncomfortable.
>"Now that's out of the way-"
>The griffon Blitzregn Barn quickly gets into your face.
>"-care to tell me where my three missing citizens are!?" she yells,
>You do yourself justice by only flinching slightly.
>Alright a lot.
>But your headache, that throbbing, gnawing pain weakened you to this horrible, overwhelming assault.
>It's your excuse and your sticking to it!
>"Because if something bad has happened to them, Ooooo there will be consequences!" she continues to bellow in fury.
>Precious's face becomes slightly taut.
>Autumn looks on impassively, Leda is smirking slightly, and Shimo continues to look through you.
>Quick Anon, use your Word Magic to banish the Demons of Suspicion!
"Well, due to their widespread contributions to the Crystal Empire, and a convoluted series of events involving an ancient evil and eldritch abominations," you explain, "your citizens are now One with the Whole."
>Blitzregn continues to hover in front of you, eyes narrowed.
>"And this means WHAT, King Anonymous?" she growls, dangerously.
"Well...I think I better show you," you say, warily.
>Alright, it's clear this is going to hurt, after what happened with Moonbutt, Wandbutt and The Pallid Horse.
>But your country NEEDs you!
>You look down into the crystal, and the pain rises.
>You fight through the pain, and focus.
>Song after song passes you, much more difficult to do so, thoughts getting harder.
>Eventually you find the song you were after.
>A gesture of your hand and the ground bubbles and roils before you, your brain along with it.
>Blitzregn backs off to watch.
>Out of the bubbling pools and dancing shadows rises a crystalline griffon.
>With cracks, cricklings and the tinkle of hard crystal moving, grinding, breathing, it is breathed into life, its eyes glowing.
>It speaks.
>"Dammit, Anon!" it cries, turning around, it's legs glued to the floor, yet moving as if on air to glare at you, "You have to interrupt me JUST as I'm about to get into hot tub. Filled with mares. And gin. Please tell me there's a reason for this!?"
>You point at Blitzregn, your other hand rubbing your temple.
>Fuck that hurt.
>Blitzregn looks stunned.
>"Blitz?" states the griffon, startled.
>"R-Red Tooth!?" she gasps, "What HAPPENED to you?"
>"I got sucked into a singing crystal," says Red Tooth, cocking his head, "had my soul join with the crystal-pony version of Valhalla, lots of spirit-sex, it's amazing." he adopts a dreamy, far away exression.
>Blitzregn does a goldfish impression for a couple of moments.
>"But, are you okay?" asks Blitzregn, "And what about the others?"
>"I'm fine," scoffs Red Tooth, "Green Claw is having a ball helping things grow out at Pomegranite's Distillery, and Freyja is sun bathing, as she does. How's things?"
>Blitzregn clacks her beak, annoyed.
>"Well for one, Equestria is in disorder," grunts Blitzregn, "and the Crystal Empire is declaring its independance, not to mention everyone currently five minutes from midnight right now."
>Red Tooth simply smiles in response.
>"You just missed me, didn't you?" he grins.
>Blitzregn frowns.
>"Not really. You're the reason I'm pissed every other day. But now-" she grins "-now you're someone else's problem."
>"You're pissed at me?" pouts Red Tooth.
>Blitzregn glares at him.
>"You know very WELL why I'm pissed! I've had to deal with one of our best, but most malconent surgeons continually trying to tick me off by smuggling and operating without a license and, and," she throws her claws up, "EVEYRHTING!"
>"So... you don't miss my charm even a little, Blitz?" Red Tooth pouts harder.
>"Not even a single smidgeon, Red," says Blitzregn, sternly, "We may have lost an amazing surgeon, but by Odin you're too much of a pain in the rear."
>Red Tooth grins.
>"You think I'm an amazing surgeon?" he replies, smoothly.
>"Yes. That is it. No more!" says Blitzregn, clearly furious, "Don't go pushing your luck, mister!"
>She pokes the crystal griffon in the chest.
>Red Tooth smiles mischeviously.
>"Anon?" he asks.
>With a gesture he dissappears back into the ground, bubbling all the way.
>Your eyeballs are dry and everything's way to fucking bright, and now your neck is killing you in addition to your head.
>Blitzregn turns to you.
>"Well, that accounts for that," says Blitzregn, relaxing, "I thank you for dealing with one of our more .... infuriating citizens. Further," she bows slightly "I would apologise for my own behaviour, your Grace, but you didn't tell us this happened."
"It's difficult to explain second hand," you shrug.
>Leda grumbles something again under her breath, seeming to sneer briefly at you.
>Autumn's Embrace gracefully flows over to the spot Red Tooth disappeared to, and intensely looks at it.
>"Fascinating," she says, dispassionately.
>Precious is taking a break from being out of the limelight, and his taking a quick breather surreptiously at the table.
>And Shimo...
>The glowy zebra is standing in front of you.
>His eyes are deep, dark black wells of blackness.
>Seriously it's like, darker than black somehow in there.
>"The choir sings uproariously, the drummer beats his drum, but who leads the song?" says Shimo, cryptically.
"Um...what?" you reply, startled.
>"In my land, the pool lies silent, the land quiet but for those who can drink," says Shimo, enigmatical and serious, "Many things are known." he gestures to the ground, his blind eyes never leaving yours, "This pool is not quiet, it lives and grows. But does it sing for you, or you for it?"
>You... have no fucking clue what this guy is talking about.
>So you decide to once again, voice your confusion.
"I...don't understand," you say.
>"He refers to Another," booms the crystal about you, like a sudden crack of thunder, "Like Us, but different. She, too, was an inscurtible, annoying thing."
"Sounds like you were made for each other," you state, flatly.
>"Anonymous, do not stick your dick in this one. It shalln't come out." blasts the Whole, warningly
"I wasn't going to!" you whine, exasperated and insulted.
>"We learn this from experience. It also applies to EVERYTHING ELSE. Do not stick anything into him." continues on the voices of the many.
>You groan.
>You don't need this shit right now.
>"Also, do not push yourself too hard, Anonymous," continues the Whole, "We sense you have harmed yourself by using your powers too often. Tone that down a bit."
>You glare at the ceiling.
>Shimo nods, coming to some sort of conclusion.
>"The song merely is, both drummer and choir together, in discordant harmony." he summarizes, before closing his eyes and smiling. "Well met, Anonymous."
"L-likewise," you reply.
>He extends a hoof, and you bump it courteously.
>"From where the Pools of Liel live, with greatest honour I readily give," he bows slightly and briefly, "But for those untouched, it is a bit too much." he gestures around the room.
>Leda is on the table, holding a chair defensively, eyeing the floor.
>Blitzregn is hovering in the air, looking this way and that in fear.
>Autumn's Grace is standing atop Slutbra, eyeing the floor inquisitively.
>Slutbra is watching her with slight confusion.
>And Precious is groaning imperceptibly.
>"Fear not, representatives!" he calls out, "This is merely how the Whole communicates, please calm down."
>"What in the name of Odin WAS that!" yells Blitzregn.
>"That was the Whole," soothes Precious, "It is how it speaks to King Anonymous and Grand Master Framework. It's words are far too much for normal mortals to understand."
>Leda looks rather angrily at you.
>"King Anonymous, PLEASE exert some of your authority to stop that from happening again!" she yells at you.
>You roll your eyes.
>Ow that hurt.
>Fuck you need some godamn panadol or some shit.
"Trust me, if I had authority, I wouldn't have done the exclusion, or sucked Red Tooth and the rest into the crystal," you reply.
>Leda narrows her eyes at you.
>"Then why did YOU do it?" she asks.
"It wasn't me, the Whole hijacked my body," you groan.
>"Then why did IT do it!?" she exasperates.
>You look at her, flatly.
>This cow be most upset for no discernable reason.
>She's been a little pissy from the beginning, actually.
>Heck, Blitzregn has tentatively settled on the ground, Shimo apparenlty dun give a fuck, and Autumn's Embrace is lounging on Slutbra, her head perched atop Slutbra's, looking at you like a sunning lizard.
"The Whole decided to kick everyone out because it couldn't hack having little things nibble and soil themselves inside it" you explain, "So the Whole removed everything that disgusted it."
>"That seems typical," sneers Leda, dumping the chair and getting on the floor, "A super-powerful entity disregarding everything and caring only for itself. Like THAT can end well."
>"The Whole with many voices sings, it is not one, but many different things," says Shimo.
>Leda turns to Shimo, and just glares at him.
>"I'm not going to play this game, Shimo," she says, low and serious, "Not this time, not now, not ever again."
>"It is not cryptic," says Autumn, rubs her face into Slutbra's mane like a cat, "He is saying that the Whole isn't a single entity, but many."
>This doe likes your Slutbra's hair.
>You see her smile in pleasure as Slutbra tries to not have a reaction.
"Yeah, it's made up of all the crystal ponies that have died on crystal soil," you explain, tearing your attention away from the sight.
>Leda grumbles in Shimo's general direction.
>"So it literally IS like Valhalla?" exclaims a stunned Blitzregn.
>"Yessss," hisses Precious, trying to keep his smile while desperately trying to salvage SOMETHING from this completely ruinous meeting.
>"That makes sense," Blitzregn taps her beak, thoughtfully.
>"So, if I may be so bold," continues Precious, "Now that we have shown both King Anonymous' stance on the exclusion, the state of the missing griffons and ponies, and the fact that the Whole is an actual god-level being, may we pelase continue this conversation elsewhere?" he turns to you, "I'm sure King Anonymous is FAIRLY BUSY." he stresses.
>You blink.
"Well, I do need to talk to the-"
>"Excellent, now please, ladies," Precious begins to usher, "We can have a nice afternoon tea in the Rhondonite Gardens."
>Autumn moves like a snake off Slutbra, slithering through Slutbra's mane before gracefully dancing inside.
>"Farewell, your Highness," she bows, before gracefully departing.
>She longingly glances at Slutbra, before departing.
>This bitch be coveting the Royal Cockslut Hairdo.
>Blitzregn rollers her eyes.
>"Prissy twat," she sneers, "Well, until next time, your Grace."
>She moves to the interior, Leda in tow.
>Leda eyes you rather angrily as she departs.
>Bitch.
>Shimo gives you a low bow.
>"Until once again we meet, may you succeed in every feat," he states, before rising and trotting out.
>Precious takes a ragged inhale, then calmly exhales.
>His song is in poor shape, missing notes and travelling at absurd speed.
>"Well, Anon, until later," he bows.
>You swear you can see  bags begin to form under his eyes.
>...yeah.
>Nope.
>This pone is in no state to do diplomacy.
>He has also done so, so much for you today.
>You quickly walk over and pick him up.
>Precious squeeks at you, his song rising in broken crescendo.
>You smile, ignore the pain in your brain, and Sing at him.
>Within seconds he sings back, compelled to reply.
>You Sing of relief, relaxation, thankfulness, happiness, to counter the growing stresses in Precious Ore's song.
>His song replies, matching yours, slowly at first but improving gradually, until your Songs intertwine.
>+1 happy Noble's Guy.
>This can only be good for the country.
>And it sounded like he needed it.
>You hug the stuffing out of him, then propmtly drop him.
>He lands, and gives you a big ol' grin.
"Now, go and have fun. And,' you quickly add, "we need the cabinet together to discuss some very important matters in about 'whenever you're ready' hours."
>Precious nods, turns, then literally bounces out of the room.
>That was nice.
>And it eased the pain in your head a bit.
>Already the room isn't overly bright, your neck isn't killing you, and you can contemplate moving quickly without getting nasueous.
>Huzzah!
>"So, what do you think?" you ask Slutbra as you turn 360 degrees and moonwalk over to the table.
>"That Precious has his work cut out for him at the moment," replies Slutbra, trying to fix her mane.
>You grab a chair and plop your arse down, sighing loudly in relief.
>Your lap is quickly occupied by a grey slutty mare.
>You roll her over and rub her belly.
>She coos happily.
"So..." you begin, "What did you and Shining get up to?"
>She smiles sheepishly at you.
>"There was sucking, and rutting, and a lot of 'yes mistress', and Shining did several things to his own body," explains Slutbra, vaguely,"I'm afraid it was a bit too confusing, Master."
>You go from rubbing her belly to scratching her neck and chest.
>She pushes her chest out, sighing.
"Sounds like fun," you say, relaxing.
>"Well, it wasn't without you, Master," she groans, stretching a leg so you can scratch in the crook of her arm, "Shining is alright, but...he's not you."
>Dawwww
>You grab her head and kiss you deeply.
>She kisses back, happily letting in her Master's tongue.
>You Sing at her, of affection and love and caring, your soul soaring.
>She Sings back with contentedness, unease, and no amount of arousal.
>After all, that doe was snuggling into her, and with all the things happening with Cadence and Shining, and her duties as the Civil Arbiter, she hasn't gotten any relief yet.
>And...she feels like she can, now.
>Thanks to the Cockslut spell, her confidence and esteem has taken a hit.
>She wants that security and gratification that pleasing you gives her.
>Fucking Twilight Sparkle.
>Well, who are you to not fill your loyal cockslut with your cock?
>It's in the job description: Will Gobble master's cock.
>It'd be against union rules to not do so.
>And HR will NEVER shut up about it.
>You gently lift Slutbra by under the arms until she's sitting on your lap.
>Once again your pants are gone.
>Seems you spend more time with them off rather than on these days.
>Hopefully this isn't a prelude to Cadence grabbing you and soaring off to Adventur!
>Both you and Slutbra smirk, your songs dancing with each other.
>Slutbra grinds her hips in your lap.
>Your dick engorges as Slutbra's lips rub against you.
>You lift her up, and she comes back down, your dick hilting inside her glorious, wet, warm insides.
>She moans loudly as you enter, and you feel your Master's glorious length inside you.
>You gently milk him as his lips find yours again, his long ape-arms hugging you.
>Your hands travel down Slutbra's back, finding her flanks.
>You grab them.
>You feel your Master's fingers dig into you, and you can only groan in pleasure as he gropes his rightful property.
>You feel a twinge of sadness - if only you had met like this back when you were a stallion.
>You would've LOVED this, those hands, that dick.
>He'd be at the TOP of your harem.
>He narrows his eyes at you.
>Oh, yeah, you're kind of merged right now.
>He grabs your hips and lifts you up, then slams you back down along his stallionhood.
>You begin to see stars as he really begins to rut you.
>You feel your dick plundering her, and she groans in pleasure.
>She deserves it.
>She's a good, loyal cockslut, and by golly you're going to give her want she wants.
>Which is actually what you want.
>She bounces up and down, gasping as you fuck her, her hooves hooked over your shoulders.
>She sings her submission, begging you to cum, to fill her unworthy hole.
>You sing back that you're going to fill your rightful, worthy cumslut's cunt.
>She sings back that she's a dirty whorse.
>You sing back she's YOUR whorse, and not even a little dirty and she's going to cum as you take your rightful slave.
>She tries to sing back, but it drops to indefinite 'oh Master!' as she writhes in orgasm.
>You blink, as the orgasm ebbs, your songs flowing into each other.
>You sing that she's going to cum.
>She writhes and tenses again as she bucks on your cock, her marehood trying to milk you dry, her pleasure ebbing into your body.
>You smile, singing that she's your lovely slut, your slave, your property, and that what happened in Canterlot changes nothing.
>She sings feebly back, trying to disagree.
>You feel your physical body begin to tense, Slutbra's cockwarmer still slicking up and down your meatpole.
>You drop her onto your dick, hilting her one final time, then grab the side of her face and kiss her deeply.
>You sing that you love her.
>You both grunt as your dick throbs, shooting yourself inside her again and again.
>You empty her balls for what seems to be half a minute into her demanding insides, as she moans and begs and pleads for more.
>She obediently milks you, singing her happiness and relief, her tongue letting you dominate her mouth.
>Soon you come up for air, your cock sore, her juices all over your lap, the seat and the floor, and a very happy cockslut in your arms.
>She hugs you, her marehood still gently twitching around your slackening manhood.
>Jeeze, did you just have like a singing duet, except with your souls?
>This is like some sort of horrible amalgamation of porn and The Voice.
>...you'd watch that, actually.
>"Thank you Master," Slutbra whispers from your chest.
>You calm down your ragged breathing and hug her.
"You're welcome, Slutbra," you reply, nuzzling her, "And remember - you're worth it."
>She gives a non-commital grunt, but you can FEEL her smiling.
"So," you say, "What was that about me being in your harem?"
>She looks up at you, seriously.
>"Your hands are amazing, and your cock tastes amazing," she states, "Not to mention the fact that we're relatively alike. I would've gotten along with you quite well, Master."
"At the top of your harem?" you ask, pouting, "Not even worth marrying?"
>"Pffft, nah," she scoffs, "That would be for political gain, like marrying one of Chrysalis' relatives or something. But I'd like you, Master. A lot."
"It makes me feel so good that you'd consider me to be harem material," you smile.
>"Well, I don't just select ANY old stallion to be my consort!" she declares, "I'm not some lowly slut!"
"Damn straight!" you agree, "You're MY slut, and we're going to work together to get you the bestest stallions to fuck, so I can..."
>...yep, we'll stop there.
>Tactful!
>Slutbra smirks.
>"So you can drink them out of me later?" she finishes, teasingly.
>You Poker Face at her.
>"I can FEEL you, Master," she FEELs at you, grinning.
>You frown.
>She knowsss....
>Shut up dick.
>She's going to get us the best stallionsss...
>DICK.
>NO ANON, YOU PROMISED!
>You grumble indeterminately as Slutbra grins at you, smugly.
>This slight upon your majesty can not go unavenged!
>You hands remove themselves from Slutbra's back, and quickly begin to dancing into her sides.
>Her eyes widen as she squeels.
>"Ah, No! Please!" she gasps between laughter as you mercilessly tickle her, "I'll, ha ha, stop EEE, Master!"
>Her marehood spasms around your cock, her body undulating pleasantly as she struggles.
>Unbidden, your cock begins to harden again.
>You relent, grinning smugly back at Slutbra as she regains her breath, and collapses into your chest.
>You stroke her neck affectionately, and lean back, in contemplation.
>TIME FOR MATTERS OF STATE.
>You can strike Precious off your to-do list, but you fear you've made things worse in that department.
>You still need to go around with Lawful and look at all the new crystal things, but given how taxed you feel emotionally and mentally, you dn't think you'll be up for it at the moment.
>But most importantly, you're going to have to summon the Cabinet, and figure all this crap with Luna, Trixie, Rarity, Sodium and Rose.
>What ARE you going to do Anon?
>...get some pants on?
>You look down at Slutbra, who's eyeing you mischeviously.
>You feel her warm marehood squeeze your throbbing cock gently.
>Maybe later.