Shimmer's School of Hard Cocks pt3

>The dull roar of the hungry crowd from down the hall rumbled in Shimmer's ears.
>It was a symphony conducted by the Devil himself. Shimmer threw her hat in the ring with a loud cackle of glee.
>Inside Room 241, however, the only sounds were the thumping of Big Mac's hips against Applejack's ass.
>Her rump was bright red from Mac's constant assaults. A puddle of their juices pooled on the ground between her suspended knees.
>A tiny bead of cum rested on Applejack's abused hole, running down to her slit.
>The area around her folds was a dull red and splattered with streaks of white.
>Her long, blonde hair frayed in every direction and her breasts swung beneath her.
>Her face was scarred with tears and Mac's essence. Her bright green eyes had dulled away, her hopes of the world dashed to pieces.
>Everytime she was used she screamed and cried, pleading for someone to save her.
>But no one could hear her. No one could come to save her. She was convinced no one even knew she was there.
>All that she knew was coming to her was the horse having its way with her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
>The door swung open, bathing the scene in light.
>Just as the first rays of the sun had fallen on Applejack's face, the shaft buried deep within her unloaded.
>Shimmer smiled as Big Mac emptied himself in the country girl's womb.
>She laughed at the sharp contrast in the pair's faces. Big Mac's face was crunched in pleasure, while Applejack's was contorted in pain, shame, and worry.
"Having fun, are we?" Shimmer giggled.
>Applejack's tears ran down to the floor as she averted Shimmer's gaze.
"Just thought I'd check up on you," she turned to Big Mac, "Good boy, Mac! Keep up the good work."
>Applejack looked up at her and fought for the words to say.
>"Go fuck yourself, Shimmer," Applejack hissed.
"Such language, Applejack!" Shimmer said, "I guess you really are an uncultured hick."
>Applejack spat at Shimmer's feet.

"Watch yourself, traitor," Shimmer snapped, "You're lucky you're still alive."
>"Ah'd rather be dead," Applejack said flatly. Shimmer howled in laughter.
"Oh don't worry. That can be arranged quite easily. But I'm not done with you yet. You've still a got good, oh, 20 years of eggs to give me? Hmm?"
>Applejack squirmed against her bonds, shouting death threats at Shimmer.
"You're so cute when you're angry," she looked up at Big Mac, "Oh! Looks like he's ready to go again."
>Applejack looked over her shoulder to see Big Mac's cock dangling underneath him.
>Her eyes flushed with panic as Shimmer headed towards the door.
"Sorry to run, AJ," Shimmer cooed, "But I've got bigger fish to fry."
>Applejack struggled in her constraints as Big Mac placed his forelegs on her shoulder and aligned his tip to her folds.
"Who should I get next, hmmm," Shimmer put a claw to her chin, "Oh! I know! How about Rarity?"
>Applejack stopped struggling as the weight of Shimmer's words struck her.
>"If you touch her, I'm gonna kick your AAAAAAAAAH!"
>Applejack was interrupted with a brutal penetration as Shimmer cackled with glee.
"I'm sure you will, AJ, I'm sure you will," she shut the door, snuffing the sounds of Applejack's pain to the world.

>It was a quick strut to get Room 101 and a quick turn of the doorknob to enter it.
>The cold tiled floor was bathed with the light of the hallway, eclipsed by Shimmer's wings.
>The four trussed women lay motionless on the floor. Shimmer had the forethought to give them food and drink.
>If only to keep them alive long enough to be punished.
>She made a beeline for the white one, her purple hair done up in its distinctive style.
>With a smirk, Shimmer flicked her wrist. The girl was enveloped in a crimson veil of magic and levitated into the air.
>Shimmer curled her fingers and the girl was magicked closer. She walked back into the hallway and the aura dutifully followed, carrying the white girl in its electric embrace.
>Minutes passed before Shimmer unlocked the doors to the auditorium.
>She descended the stairs with her prisoner in tow. She hung a left towards a blank wall.
>She closed her eyes and enclosed the pair in a second aura. With the grace of running water they slided through the wall like a pair of ghosts.
>They passed into a dark room with decayed wooden pillars along the walls.
>Webs hung from the corners and across the spools of fabric lying against the opposite wall.
>Sewing equipment lay unorganized across large workbenches. The needles were bent from years of abuse.
>Shimmer canceled the aura and Rarity fell to the floor with a dull thud.
>She groaned from the dull pain as Shimmer undid her bonds.
"Rise and shine, Rarity," she said, mocking her accent, "It's not 'ladylike' to sleep in."
>"Wh-what?" She fluttered her eyelids sleepily, taking a look around the room.
>She stood up and felt a breeze against her chest. She looked down and screamed at what she saw.

>She was staring at the tops of her above-average breasts with little pink nubs poking out from the crest of the curves.
>She hurriedly crossed her arms to her chest to shield her dignity. Shimmer responded with a smirk and looked down.
>Rarity followed her gaze and noticed her lower body was completely bare of clothing.
>Her pink slit was clearly visible against the white triangle between her thighs.
>A thin white hand shot to her groin that barely covered her vulva.
>Shimmer laughed with diabolic glee as Rarity's face flushed with blood.
"There's no use hiding your body from me, Rarity," she flashed a fanged smile, "I've stared at it for hours when you were unconscious."
>Rarity's eyelids drooped as she realized her defeat.
"Now come on," Shimmer said, "You'll never get any work down with your arms like that."
>A frown appeared on Rarity's face as she let her arms fall limp to her sides.
"Good girl," Shimmer snapped her fingers. In an arcane whirlwind, the disheveled tables and needles restored themselves.
>All the sewing equipment and fabric in the room looked as good as new, ready for someone to use them.
>Rarity's eyes went wide from the pristine materials magicked into existence before her.
"Want me to guess what 'work' I have planned for you?"
>"Is it manual labor?" Rarity said, "A lady doesn't do those sorts of things."
"Oh really?" Shimmer laughed, "So a 'lady' like you doesn't want to design an outfit for herself?"
>Rarity flinched.
"Design an outfit?" she said, "Do you really mean that?"
"Of course I do," Shimmer said, "I know how much you love making outfits for yourself. I'm quite a fan of some of your designs, actually."
>Rarity's face brightened in a smile.
>"Really?! Which design's your favorite? The haute-couture dress from last week? Or the halter top from Wednesday? Or maybe you enjoyed the---"
>Shimmer held her hand up to silence her.
"I'm a fan of all of them," she said, "I can't POSSIBLY just pick one! But we're not here to talk about your wonderful designs, Rarity. I'm here to propose something to you."

>Rarity's eyebrow rose and she shuffled her feet.
>"Proposal?" she said, "What do you mean?"
"I want you to design the most beautiful lingerie for me. It needs to be striking, something that'll catch everyone's eye. Only you could have the talent to create something that would complement my perfect body."
>Rarity thought of rolling her eyes but decided against it. She didn't want to risk pulling the hair trigger.
"And here's the kicker," Shimmer smiled, "I want YOU to model it for me!"
>Rarity's reluctant smile grew larger.
>"Me? Model?" She brought her hands to her mouth to stifle her surprise, "You really mean it?"
"Of course I do," Shimmer smirked, "Your body is just so beautiful. You're the only one who could do it justice."
>"You had me at 'model'," Rarity squeaked, "So what did you have in mind for the outfit? When did you need it? When's the show?"
"Easy there, Rarity," Shimmer laughed, "For the outfit, improvise. However, you must use this fabric."
>Shimmer magicked a large purple spool of fabric and placed it in Rarity's hands.
>It was a soft, smooth silk that was cold to the touch. Rarity smiled.
"Ooooh, I like this fabric! It feels so soft; it'll be perfect for lingerie!"
"Of course," Shimmer said, "Only the best for such a master seamstress like you."
>Rarity blushed and waited for Shimmer to give a timeframe.
"As for the time, I need it done in two days. The modelling will be a few hours after you show it to me."
>"It's a bit of a squeeze, but I think I can manage that. I'll have it ready in about---oh, 40 hours?"
"Good," Shimmer said, "I have some business to attend to. I'll check on you periodically to see how it's coming along."
>"You can count on me, Shimmer," Rarity said as she got to her bench.
>Shimmer, however, stood frozen at the door, gripping the doorjam with her talons.
"One minor little detail," she scowled, "It's Lord Shimmer now. And you WILL refer to me as such. Got it?"
>"I suppose, uh, 'Lord' Shimmer."
"Excellent. Good luck on the outfit, Rarity."
>Shimmer closed the door and Rarity turned to the fabric.
>It pulsed with a steady beat. Rarity turned to the door to ask one last question, but the door had mysteriously vanished.

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“Hey! Wake up, slave!” Shimmer rapped her knuckles on the outside of Twilight’s bubble.
>Twilight pried her eyelids open, letting the dim light of the atrium seep into her eyes.
>She sat up on her knees. The golden tag on he her collar jingled like a bell on a kitten.
>She rubbed her eyes and blinked, staring at the fiery woman on the opposite side of the bubble.
>”Yes, Lord Shimmer?” Twilight said flatly, “What do you need?”
“Nothing today, slave,” Shimmer said, “In fact, today will be a celebratory day.”
>”What do you mean, Mistress?”
“Your friend Rarity is going to model the outfit she designed for me. If you behave yourself, I might let you climax.”
>Twilight’s eyes lit up, “Really, Mistress? Do you really mean it?”
“Of course I do,” Shimmer reached through the bubble and stroked her claw under Twilight’s jaw, “A good mistress always takes care of her slaves. You’ve been somewhat obedient for the past two days, and I think you deserve a treat.”
>”Oh thank you, Mistress!” Twilight shook with glee and her collar rung, “Thank you, thank you, thank---”
“Don’t thank me yet, slave,” Shimmer hissed, “You still have to behave yourself at the fashion show.”
>”I promise I will, Mistress!” Twilight reassured her, “You won’t have to worry about me, honest!”
“We’ll see if you keep that promise,” Shimmer said in a hushed tone, “Slave, stay there while I round up the school to go to Rarity’s modeling. I want the whole school to see her work.”
>”She’s great with fashion, Mistress,” Twilight spoke, “You’re going to love it, I just know it!”
“Oh believe me,” Shimmer said, turning to the crowd, “They’re ALL going to love it.”

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>The students filed in front of the doors of the auditorium, eager to see what show they were about to be given.
>The guys were mostly apathetic. They weren’t exactly thrilled about going to see a fashion show, but it was the only entertainment they’d had in months.
>The women were more or less excited. Some of them seethed with envy, wishing that THEIR outfits could have been modeled or that they were “way hotter than Rarity”.
>Regardless, they waited outside the door, their bare skin (Shimmer had recently declared Canterlot High a nudist society) speckled with goosebumps from the cold hallway.
>Suddenly the students were flushed with heat as rays of light shone from down the hall.
>Peering into the light, the students saw a large gold chair, carried by Snips and Snails, with Shimmer planted firmly in the red velvet cushion.
>Bobbing behind the chair was a thin, purple girl wearing nothing but a tight black collar around her neck.
>Her face held  a diluted excitement in her stony eyes. It was the first time she’d been out of the atrium since she was enslaved.
>Shimmer parted the sea of students with a flick of her hand and slowly magicked the doors open.
>She floated into the auditorium and the students followed closely behind.
>Snips and Snails set her down in the back at the highest podium. She had the best seat in the house, able to see every student shuffling into their seats.
>The audience divided into gender; they still weren’t used to seeing each other in the buff.
>With the men on the left and then women on the right, Shimmer stood up to announce the event.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she howled, “Thank you so much for coming! Today will be a showing of my new outfit, designed, sewed, and modeled by your very own Rarity!”
>The crowd murmured, a mix of dissent, jealousy, and passion.
>Shimmer nodded to Snips and Snails, who descended to the stage and pulled the curtain apart.
>The stage was flooded in a dim, red light. There was no catwalk but there was a long, red carpet spanning the width of the stage.
>A powerful bass thumped the speakers, with strobes flashing to the beat.
>The first signs of the model was a tiny white foot poking out from stage left.
>Rarity strutted onto the stage, met with a moderate applause.
>She wore a massive fur coat that completely obscured her body, save for her head.
>Her hair bounced with every graceful step. She shot lustrous glances at the audience.
>She turned her back to the audience and let go of the coat. The coat billowed to the stage and gathered in a pile of fur at Rarity’s feet.
>The male reaction was immediate. Rarity let the gasps and wolf calls wash over her ears.
>It was a sound she adored. Her back was completely bare, save for a strap of purple about an inch wide stretching across her shoulder blades.
>Her lower body was hardly any more decent. A single strap stretched around her waist and a thick strip looped underneath, covering the inner half of her buttocks.
>It was skin tight, and the guys were quick to notice. They started to whoop and cheer with lust, and even some women were whistling at her.
>Rarity loved the attention, but she hadn’t even started. WIth a graceful turn she showed off the front of the outfit.

>Shimmer’s breath was stolen away from her when Rarity displayed the rest of the outfit.
>The straps on her back looped around to form a strapless bra  that came dangerously close to showing Rarity’s nipples.
>Her cleavage was proudly displayed; the strap thinned out between her breasts, hardly a centimeter in width.
>The curves of her breasts were clearly visible and didn’t leave much to the imagination.
>Her groin was sparingly covered; the lip of the panties stopped just above the pubis.
>There was a wide triangle that clung tight to her groin. At the right angle there was even a slight cameltoe.
>The males in the audience were starting to get rowdy and the women sat in stunned appreciation.
>Shimmer was quick to pick up on the crowd’s unruliness. WIth a snap of her fingers she bonded the wrists of each student to their armrests, locking them to their seats.
>Some men howled their dissent. Shimmer used her magic to see around their backs, and smiled when she saw their cocks standing vertical.
>Shimmer leaned over to Twilight and beckoned her over.
“If they’re excited now,” she whispered, “Just wait ‘til they see what happens next.”
>Twilight turned back to the stage and looked carefully at the white girl in the spotlight.
>Shimmer’s smile curled around her face as she waited for the main event.
>She didn’t have to wait very long.

>In the middle of a particularly promiscuous strut, Rarity froze when she felt something shift on her skin.
>The clothes seemed to stick tightly to her. Whenever she moved she felt a gluey substance cling to her skin.
>She started to panic as a million tiny fingers tickled her flesh. She gripped the clothes and tried to tear them off.
>No matter how hard she tugged, the clothes latched harder to her, squirting a strong adhesive onto her.
>”Help! Somebody!” she shouted as the fingers began to grow more adventurous.
>Tiny worms crept across her nipples, caressing them like hundreds of tongues.
>Rarity screamed as a deep pleasure shot up her back.
>She howled louder as two spines dug into her nipple. The combination of pain and euphoria sent her off-balance.
>She fell to the floor and landed on her back. The suction on her breasts doubled, tugging hard on her porcelain orbs.
>The fingers slid across her sensitive breasts, spreading a thin, slimy coat across her skin.
>She moaned loudly as dozens of the worms circled, licked, and sucked at her teats.
>She writhed on the ground, clenching her first and curling her toes as she fought to keep her body under control.
>She did a poor job, however, and she gasped as every man in the front row showed their interest.
>”Don’t just sit there, perverts,” she hollered, interrupted by light moans, “Get me out of this...THING!”
>Of course, nobody could help her being bound to their chairs, but no one really WANTED to make it stop.
>This was definitely quite a show, and a traitor was being dutifully punished.
>Far in the back, Twilight pounded on her bubble. All that accomplished was making Shimmer laugh.
“What’s wrong, slave?” Shimmer said, “I thought you were going to behave.”
>”I was, Mistress, but,”
“But nothing, slave,” Shimmer hissed, “I guess you don’t want to cum today.”
>”Mistress, please!” Twilight begged, “I do want to! I’ll be quiet, I promise!”
“Are you sure you want to cum, slave?” Shimmer flashed a wicked smile, “Think carefully about your next words.”
>”I will do ANYTHING, Mistress!” Twilight cusped her hands, “PLEASE let me cum today!”
“Well, I guess you’ve been a good slave in the past few days,” Shimmer snapped her fingers.

>Twilight was instantly turned around and her arms pinned to the opposite wall of the bubble with arcane bonds.
>Her knees were tied down to the bottom of the bubble and spread slightly apart, leaving her butt high in the air with her genitals in clear view.
>Seconds later, Snails dropped something into Shimmer’s arms.
>Twilight looked over her shoulder to see a small purple dog smiling at the demon cradling him.
>”Spike?” Twilight stared into his eyes, but his bright green eyes had lost their light.
“Isn’t he just the cutest thing,” Shimmer nuzzled her nose with his snout.
>With a wisp of her fingers Shimmer sprinkled a bit of dust on Spike’s snout.
>He sneezed and shook his head as the dust began to affect him. He instantly grew to many times his size, becoming about as large as a German Shepherd.
>Twilight’s eyes widened as the cute little dog she once knew ballooned into a heaving beast.
>Shimmer scratched behind his ears. She took her other hand and reached into the bubble.
>Twilight winced as Shimmer roughly shoved her fingers deep inside her folds.
>She pulled out her fingers which dripped with Twilight’s juices.
“Looks like someone’s ready to cum,” Shimmer laughed. She turned to Spike and brought her fingers to his snout.
>Twilight watched as Spike greedily lapped at Shimmer’s fingers.
“Come on boy, get a good taste,” Shimmer hissed, “There’s more where that came from.”
>Shimmer glared at Twilight, who met her with a terrified gaze.
>Spike sniffed at the air and locked on to the source of the scent. He made a beeline straight for the bound girl a few feet away from him.
>”Wait, no! Please, Mistress, don’t let him near me,” Twilight struggled against her bonds.
“You said you’d do ANYTHING to cum, isn’t that right?” Spike slipped through the bubble and pressed his snout against Twilight’s crotch.
>Twilight whimpered as Spike’s tongue lashed against her folds and explored inside her.
“Don’t worry slave,” Shimmer said as Spike aligned his hips with Twilight’s, “He’ll make you cum in no time.”
>One final scream escaped Twilight’s lips as Spike impaled her on his shaft.
>With the sounds of her slave being fucked filling her ears, she turned back to the spectacle on stage.




>Rarity’s face was a deep red and she lay in a puddle of her own lubricant.
>Her breasts moved back and forth as the creature latched to her torso sucked at her tits.
>The pleasure forced her to squirt milk into the creature, which greedily drank it.
>Still, little white streams ran down her sides and onto the floor.
>Her back arched with every forceful pull of her breasts, a moan following shortly after.
>Her panic rose as the fabric around her hips began to come to life.
>The worms wiggled about, feeling around her groin and brushing against her folds.
>She screamed and tried to pull off the panties, but just like her bra they refused to budge.
>Her pussy drenched the fingers in a fresh coat of lubricant, which they absorbed hungrily.
>But something felt different about this piece of the outfit, something more sinister.
>Rarity wailed when one of the worms pushed hard into her clitoris.
>The little worm ground into the nub and began to morph around it.
>Soon it formed a little suction cup and latched onto it. Its suction sent a sharp sting of euphoria to Rarity’s spine, which responded with a fresh spray of burning juice.
>The pleasure was unlike anything Rarity had ever known as every nerve of her body was attacked.
>She let her guard down for a split-second, and that was all the creature latched to her body needed.
>Rarity groaned as something large slithered up her tunnel.
>The long, smooth creature lashed around her walls like a massive tongue, lapping up any drop of juice it could find.
>A second tentacle jammed its way up her ass, expanding to fill her colon.
>Her legs thrashed and her hips bucked as the tongues wriggled inside her.
>The crowd was going absolutely mad. Not one man in the audience was flaccid, and the floor below the seats where the women were sitting glistened in the dim red lights.
>Shimmer smiled at her work, and looked over at Twilight.
>She was being absolutely pounded by Spike, and her buttocks were bright red.
>Tears ran down Twilight’s face as her friend had his way with her.
>Shimmer smirked, knowing that her orgasm was close, and turned back to Rarity for the grand finale.

>Rarity had completely lost control of her body. Her legs kicked wildly at the air like she was fighting an invisible opponent.
>Her screams filled the auditorium as the creature continued its work.
>It dug its teeth harder into her nipple and probed further up her body.
>Every nerve was screaming at her, trying to alert her of the impending climax.
>Rarity wailed as the “tongue” lashing in her pussy started to ascend further.
>She felt a strong pressure against her hymen and wondered what the creature was doing to her.
>The strongest pain of her life, numbed by the pleasure of the creature’s assault, racked her body as it broke her hymen with a quick jab.
>Hot, fresh blood poured onto her “panties”, bathing the creature in a crimson stain.
>It didn’t enjoy the taste of blood, so it ran straight out of her groin and down to the stage.
>The men whooped as the sign of her virginity was shattered before them.
>Rarity wept as the remnants of her womanhood ran down the length of her thighs.
>She had hardly noticed the creature probing the entrance to her womb.
>With a brutal thrust, the tongue bored its way through her cervix.
>Now the pain in Rarity’s hips was amplified, causing her to double over.
>The worm coiled and writhed inside her uterus, probing for its dimensions and size.
>Suddenly the tongue doubled its ferocity, squirming faster against Rarity's walls.
>Rarity's cries grew higher in pitch as she teetered just on the edge.
>With a final whip of the worm against her cervix, Rarity lost control.
>Her scream pierced through the roars of the crowd as she reached her climax.
>The creature got a bountiful dose of her cum as she violently sprayed onto it.
>The walls of her colon and her tunnel constricted the worms, yet they still found the strength to writhe inside her.
>Rarity felt the probe pulse, a tiny bulge moving past her cervix.
>She kicked her legs as a hot, viscous fluid splashed inside her womb.
>The torrent of liquid pooled at her cervix, slowly filling her uterus with an alien syrup.
>Rarity shut her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't want to see what was happening.
>Her stomach distended to accomodate the bursts of fluid flooding her womb.
>A few seconds after it began, the worm pumped the last drop of fluid.
>Her stomach had bulged about an inch.  Rarity winced when she heard it slosh as she  writhed on the stage.
>She started to pant, drained of energy, but the strong waves of pleasure didn't stop.
>She looked down her body to see that the worms were still sucking her nipples and vibrating against her slit.
"Very good, Rarity," a shrill voice said above her, "What a lovely design!"
>Rarity looked up to see Shimmer descending to the stage, landing softly at her feet.
>"Shimmer! What's going on? What did you---" she was cut off by a pulse of electricity from her folds.
"Oh Rarity, you always were a drama queen," Shimmer laughed, "It's just a parasite."

>"Parasite?!" Rarity cried, "What do you mean, 'parasite'?!"
"It's a curious little creature I brought from Equestria," Shimmer began, "It latches onto a mammal's body and, well, you've experienced what it can do first-hand, haven't you?"

>"What does it want with me? Why is it---nnngh---doing this to me? What did it---aaah---put inside me?"
"It won't hurt you, Rarity," Shimmer said, "It just wants to feed on your juices. It gives them quite a fair bit of nutrients. And that stuff it put inside you, you don't have to worry. It's a syrup that tricks your body into thinking its pregnant. You'll make more juice, sure, but more importantly, you'll lactate. And these parasites LOVE breast milk."
>Rarity moaned in disgust, thinking about how this vile creature was feeding on her.
"In other news, that outfit looks great," she told to deaf ears, "I think I'll wear it."

>Shimmer snapped her fingers and an identical outfit appeared on her orange body, albeit without the parasite.
"There is one little thing that I think would go PERFECTLY with that outfit," Shimmer held up a thin strip of black leather with a golden tag dangling from it.
>"No! Keep that away from me!" Rarity slapped at the air, but it did nothing to deter Shimmer.
>Shimmer effortlessly looped the leather around Rarity's neck, sealing her fate with a tiny click.
>The familiar words, emblazoned on Twilight's collar, shook Rarity like a leaf.
>She was no longer her own. She was just property. Cattle. A slave.
"Don't worry about that parasite," Shimmer smiled, "It'll take good care of you."
>Rarity started to weep, a combination of the parasite's relentless (and eternal) assault and her reduction to mere property.
"Come on, I've got a spot beside my throne with you name on it."

>Shimmer snapped her fingers and a large, blue bubble encased Rarity.
>She pressed her palms against the arcane sphere, but was too weak from her orgasm to fight it.
>She lied on the floor of the bubble, curled in a fetal position from the parasite's attack.
>As she floated to Shimmer's throne, she heard Twilight screaming.
>She looked out to see a light red bubble with Twilight inside, a large, purple dog humping her.
>Her eyes went wide as she recognized the dog's face.
>The sight of Spike pounding her friend was too much for her to bear.
>She shut her eyes and refused to open them again.
>Twilight's orgasmic scream was the last she heard of the encounter, followed by the sickening plop of Spike's load on the bubble.

>Shimmer sat back in her throne and looked over Spike's work.
"Good boy, Spike!" she patted her lap and Spike obediently came to her side.
>Twilight was limp in her bonds with a fresh white stream pouring from her slit.
"So slave," Shimmer said, "What do you say?"

>"Th-Thank you, Mistress."
" 'Thank you' what, slave?"

>"Thank you for l-letting me c-cum," her words quivered as the strength drained from her body.
"You're welcome, slave," she smiled, "Hey, don't fall asleep just yet! There's still a show to go on!"

>Shimmer looked out into the crowd and she could almost smell the hormones oozing from the audience.
>The men had been erect for nearly half an hour without any stimulation, likewise for the women.
>Hundreds of erections twitched from the simple draft, the beads of precum shaking on their tips.
>The womens' bodies didn't lie either; their nipples stood erect and their groins burned with an overwhelming heat.
>Shimmer laughed and flew back to the stage.
"Subjects, I see you've all been waiting patiently."
>The audience refused to speak, resorting to loud moans to convey their frustration.
"Well never fear, subjects! I have a gift for you. Snips! Snails! Bring out the traitors."
>Twilight and Rarity looked in horror as Snips and Snails wheeled metal carts onto the stage and place them side by side.
>One of them held a struggling pink girl lying supine with her front fully displayed.
>The other cart held a blue-haired boy in a similar pose, his member pointing skyward.
>Hanging on the front of the cart below their genitals was a sign that displayed the words:
"FREE TO USE TO ANY STUDENT LOYAL TO LORD SHIMMER. EITHER GENDER MAY USE."