Stablestock

It was Widow’s first time on a mission, but she practically felt like she was an expert already. And why wouldn’t she? Unlike the rest of the world, Widow had been raised for one purpose. To serve her mother’s agenda, and expand her Master’s power, and that was something she knew would go hand in hand. After all, the more powerful and influential their Master Spike got, the more powerful her mother would be by serving him.

And Widow was delighted to get started, after all, why wouldn’t she? Her mother had trained her extensively in manipulation, seduction, cunning, spycraft and the minds of others from a young age, just as how her sister Venom had been trained to battle. Not to mention, Widow’s own affinity for her mother’s mind control magic that she had taken like a fish to water. This was all the purpose for which she had been born, to serve her mother’s interests and to corrupt more slaves for her Master.

Of course it was a tricky task, especially for the first time. To mind control an entire festival of the most defiant, close-minded and stubborn ponies would be no simple task, but what a way it would be to make her name known to her father. The thought was making Widow feel quite improper feelings right now that she would have to take great care to hide in public.

“So, thou art thy Master’s newest daughter?” Slutprincess Luna asked, her head cocked slightly in curiosity, inspecting Widow like she was some great artist from a foreign land.

“Of course, great Slutprincess of Whores.” Widow said, bowing her head in deference.

“Such politeness.” she noticed Luna’s eyebrows raise. “We must admit, we didn’t expect such an attitude from a daughter from the evil Chrysalis.”

Widow felt her eyes narrow. “Surely you don’t still resent our mother? She is our Master’s slave as you are after all?”

“Perhaps, but we do not pretend that thine mother had the most virtuous reasons for switching sides. Her motives are just as selfish and power hungry as ever.” Luna said, her famous ass swaying and Widow could feel the frustration in her voice. “But , you should not worry yourself with that. For you are not thy mother and that is to say that you should not feel obliged to defend her. We hope Octavia has caught you up to speed?”

“Naturally.” Widow nodded. “The musicians will arrive soon, each of them bringing with them a legion of defiant, misguided fans who do not yet understand our Master’s magic.”

Widow started tracing her fingers across the equipment that Luna had provided and modified to Widow’s specifications. “Meanwhile, this equipment has been modified with magic inspired by my mother’s own mind controlling spell. In effect, it will cause our audience’s opinions and attitudes to shift in line with the music that they hear being performed by the singers present.”

“Which will mean that all is required to do is to ensure that our minstrels play to our tune and the crowd will proceed to fall in line?” Slutprincess Luna grinned sadistically.

“Quite. Of course, that will require me to have rewritten them before the concert. But thankfully, behind closed doors, that should be no issue.” Widow mused, matching Luna’s wicked smile with one of her own.

And right on time ,the first performer arrived then and there. Octavia walked in, hand in hand with her wife, Vinyl. Examining Vinyl’s attire, Widow quickly noticed her differences from both Octavia and herself. Her outfit reflected a wild, punk-like attitude that screamed defiance, energy and rudeness, according to the tricks her mother had taught her. She supposed the rebellious nature of this type of person explained why she had become such an issue.

“Oh, Vinyl, please let me introduce you to my friend, Widow. She’s come to make sure everything’s in order for Stablestock.” Octavia said, practically dragging Vinyl forwards to shake her hand.

Vinyl’s eyes seemed to widen with surprise. “Octavia, you didn’t mention anyone else would be here.”

“It was rather last moment, my lady.” Widow said, kissing Vinyl’s hand like she was a lady at a Canterlot ball.

“Oh well, you don’t need to do that. Please I’m not some snotty high and mighty lady. That’s Octavia’s job.” Vinyl said, laughing and clapping her wife on the back, who smiled.

“Of course not, alas, we must be in a rush, so much needs to be prepared and done. I assume you can assure that all the performers will be here soon?” Widow asked, walking around with a commanding stride and a sinister glint in her eyes.

“You bet, and they’ve all been advertising Stablestock. I tell you, if even half of the ponies they’ve sold tickets to show up, then we’ve got the start of a real movement going. I tell you that there’s no way Celestia and the whores will be able to ignore us today.” Vinyl said, fists clenched and a smile on her face.

“Let us hope that they all make it here. We wouldn’t want to have to chase down stragglers.” Luna said, grinning wider now, the mask of her secret identity starting to slip from her face.

“Stragglers, what exactly…” Vinyl started to look around in confusion, then looking over her shoulder, she noticed her wife locking the door. “Tavi? What are you doing?”

“Sorry Vinyl, but this…this is better.” Octavia said, letting out a breathy sigh of lust.

“Tavi?” Vinyl asked, hurt apparent in her voice, but she had little time to process what had happened before Luna’s magical disguise had disappeared. “Princess Luna? What’s-what’s going on?”

“Oh, I’m afraid there’s been a misunderstanding, my dear.” Widow said, tracing her fingers down Vinyl’s cheek. “There will be no movement to stand against the sluttification and this Stablestock festival will be the final nail in the coffin.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Vinyl demanded, struggling in her wife’s grip and finding no relief nor sympathy in the lustful eyes of either Widow, Luna or even Octavia. “Tavi…”

“I’m sorry, Vinyl.” Octavia said, but her smile betrayed her true allegiance. “But you’ll thank me later, when our Master rules everything. Together, we will help serve our Master and Mistress in his new empire rising, and we will be sex slaves to them together.”

“Tavi. Someone…someone’s done something to you.” Vinyl’s eyes widened. “To you too, Luna, and to all of Equestria!” Her eyes narrowed to Widow. “You! What have you done?”

“Me?” Widow asked, placing a hand on her breasts in a mock facsimile of innocence. “I haven’t done anything, no, this little conspiracy goes back much further than me. All the way back to the founding of Equestria itself.”

“What?” Vinyl asked, turning to Luna who simply chuckled.

“My dear sister had a lovely agenda, one she kept secret even from me. Seeds she’s sown for generations upon generations, awaiting our Master to finally arrive.” Luna explained with a chuckle. “Of course, some weeds always persist. But thankfully, today, you and most of your friends have brought them all here.”

“No! Luna, you’re under some spell! Fight it!” Vinyl begged but her words all fell on deaf ears.

“Don’t worry.” Widow said, applying lipstick the same shade as poison ivy to her lips with deliberate care. “You’ll be under the same spell soon enough.”

She forced her lips on Vinyl despite her struggles. The lipstick had been custom made, a combination of Zecora’s alchemical knowledge, Chrysalis’s skills in mind control and Widow’s own personal touch. It quickly worked its way into Vinyl’s mind and caused her eyes to roll backwards into her head as her arms went limp.

“Excellent.” Widow chirped, pulling back as Octavia’s grip slackened on her wife. “Shall we begin?”

“Oh please do, I'm getting so horny. Vinyl’s got such an amazing ass, I can’t wait for her to be twerking it for our Master!” Octavia gasped, now free from the responsibility of restraining her wife, she was now free to grope her wife’s snow-white tits.

“Excellent, now Vinyl, I want you to relax. Just let all that panic, that stress, the anxiety you have for the future of Equestria come to the forefront. I want you to gather all those feelings and put them in one place, gather them up into a single bottle in your hands and hold it tight.” Widow purred, her voice like a poisonous mist, leading Vinyl like a pet through her control.

“Yes.” Vinyl whispered, her hands moving as if she was holding an invisible bottle in her hands. A bottle filled with all the emotions that would push her to resist. It was a risky move by Widow, and for a second, the expression on Vinyl’s face threatened to break through Widow’s spell.

“Dispense it.” Widow hissed, the hiss of her voice betraying a slightest hint of panic. “Pour it all away, let it all go. Dispense with your panic, your anxiety, your fear for the future of Equestria and pour it all away. You don’t want it, without it, you can be relaxed and embrace your bliss.”

Her hands moved like Widow instructed, pouring the invisible bottle away into an invisible sink and as she did, the tension in her face disappeared, slowly being replaced with an expression of bliss and content. “It’s gone.”

“Excellent, now I want you to see a shelf filled with all your emotions. Return the empty bottle to the shelf, have you done that?” Widow purred, her smile wide and wicked.

“Yes, it’s gone.”

“Now I want you to dispense with some other useless concepts.” Widow purred before she proceeded to walk Vinyl through dispensing with her sexual inhibitions, her rebellious spirit, her morals, and all the other nasty, useless emotions that she would not need in her Master’s new future, then filling up bottles of lust, perversion, and a desire for submission.

“Now,” Widow said, as she led Vinyl into filling a bottle labelled ‘fetishes.’ “I want you to go to your photo room, it’s a room filled with all your relationships, all your enemies, all your loved ones and all your friends. Are you in that room?”

“Yes.”

“Now you see a photo with Octavia there, there'll be a label on the back. What does it say?”

“My wife, and the mare I love the most.” Vinyl said, sighing contently.

“You’re so sweet, Vinyl.” Octavia whispered, but she fell silent when Widow held up a hand. There could be no distractions.

“It’s labelled incorrectly, I want you to get a marker to edit it.” Widow whispered, and for a second, hesitation and resistance flared back up within Vinyl.

“But she-“

Oh no you don’t. “It’s not wrong, Vinyl. It’s just incomplete. There’s more to your connection to Octavia, add it now. Make it complete.”

“What…what do I add?” Vinyl asked dreamily.

“Add ‘fellow sex slave’.” Widow said, her order as sharp as it was certain. For a second, there was a hint of hesitation, one that threatened to break through the magic, but then her hand started to move, working to add the additional title. “Excellent, now, I want you to find a photo of Spike.”

“Spike?”

“Yes Spike, find an image of him. What does it say on the back?” Widow asked, confused by the confusion she heard.

“Nothing.”

Did this ignorant bitch really not know their Master was, even if she did not recognise what his true purpose should be? That it was her destiny to serve him?

No matter. She would be made to learn soon enough.

“Get a marker and add to it, write on it these words:” Widow purred, her voice as arousing as it was venomous as she nibbled her ear. “‘My lord, my Master who I exist to serve.’”

Vinyl hesitated, and Widow made sure to kiss her once again, reapplying the mind control lipstick to her once again. “My lord, my Master who I exist to serve.”

“My Lord, my Master who I exist to serve.” Vinyl repeated robotically as her hands twitched as if writing the very words onto her soul.

“Excellent, and now the real fun begins.” Widow said with a grin. Over the next half an hour Widow was extensive with rewriting all of Vinyl’s most important and treasured relationships back to what they should be, including turning Rarity into her Mistress, and the mare she lusted for more than any other, to Luna and Celestia as her superior Slutprincesses. Soon all of Vinyl’s relationships were corrected to mirror her proper place in the harem, and her philosophy also shifted to mirror the nature of her proper place.

"And now my pet, wake up. Wake up with your new purpose clear in your mind. Your purpose is to serve, to spread your legs and fulfil your purpose as a part of our Master's hoard." Widow purred, kissing Vinyl once more on the lips. A much more fun method to awaken her than a boring, cliché snap of the fingers. Blinking quickly, Vinyl started to stir, then stretched her arms.

"So I'm guessing we're getting this shindig started." She said grinning. "Can't wait for the horny orgy afterwards." Vinyl said, slapping her own ass to get herself in the mood.

"So glad to see you on the side of good and lust, Vinyl." Octavia said, the hands that had once been restraining her wife shifting to grope and caress Vinyl's tits. They'd never gone so lewd before in their sex life before, knowing it would make them both uncomfortable. But now, Vinyl giggled and leaned into Octavia's touch with relish.

"'Good' might be a term of debate." Vinyl said, flipping under Octavia's touch so that they could kiss, much more lewdly than they had ever kissed before. This time their tongues explored each other's mouths, and their hands explored each of their bodies hungrily. "You were quite the sneak, you know."

"A necessity, dear." Octavia assured her. "We have so much to do, and so many more preparations to do for Stablestock. Oh, forgive me, I mean preparations for Cumstock."

"Oh?" Vinyl giggled. "Is that what we're calling it?"

"Naturally." Widow purred, her presence cutting through the air like a poisoned knife. "And we will have to bring all the performers to heel. It will be a good opportunity to test out our other measures for mind control."

Widow brought out a large CD, one that even without playing a single note of song, Vinyl could sense magic emanating from. "Changeling magic, taught to me by my mother, combined with the use of siren magic. Creates an excellent ambience that lures targets into a suggestive state. Ripe for enslavement. Of course, perhaps some testing is in order?"

"Magic music that makes ponies enslaved to my lyrics? Why, my dear Widow, it almost sounds like you're implying something?" Vinyl said, hands on her hips with a wicked grin on her face.

"And what would I possibly be implying?" Widow asked with a playful lack of sincerity.

"That you want me to make the most famous, anti-establishment and moralistic singers in all of Equestria into our Master's sex slaves with my music. And have them use their music to do the same for all their precious, stupid, conservative fans." Vinyl said, grinning wickedly as a drop of drool leaked from her mouth. "Because that sounds like the most fun I've ever had in my life.”

When Coloratura, Songbird and Sapphire Shores arrived, none of them were any the wiser. Octavia and Luna (under her disguise as Neptune) brought them each to separate dressing rooms where a carefully selected group of assistants ensured that the singers were both oblivious and cared for. Soon enough, though, it was time to bring them to a dress rehearsal.

"Alright, girls." Vinyl said, clapping her hands together with enthusiasm that she had lacked before. Vinyl's brainwashing seemed to have purged her of her self-confidence issues and she was now one hundred percent behind Cumstock plans. "Today's the day. Today's the day we bitches make our stand against this new Equestria. Today we're going to get all our fans to sing and cry out to the Princesses, to the Apple family and all the fuckers in Canterlot that we're not going to watch our wives, sons and daughters fall to this corruption any more! We're going to make them listen!"

She punched the sky, her mask perfect. Lying came easily to her now, there was no part of her body that tried to resist the lie as she knew it was in service of her Master Spike now, for a future where she and Octavia would be lesbian sex slaves to Spike. The three celebrities had each bought her lie and had their fists punching to the sky.

"Hear hear!"

"Let's fuck this shit up!"

Songbird didn't say anything out loud, but the smile on her face made it clear that she shared their enthusiasm. For Vinyl though, this was the perfect lie, and it was time for them to fall into the trap. With the slightest nod of her head, Octavia started to play the siren-changeling music. There were no lyrics to this music, because those were for Vinyl to perform herself.

"Is this some new song? Are we going to be playing it to get the audience in the mood?" Sapphire Shores asked, feat tapping. "It is pretty good."

"Oh, we'll be playing this throughout the entire concert," Vinyl explained, the sinister smile now breaking onto her face like a crack in a wall. "We'll just be adding our own lyrics on top of it."

"What? But our preparations!" Colortura asked. "We had songs prepared, and we needed music to accompany them."

"Oh, don't worry about that." Vinyl said, placing two fingers to her winning smile. "We'll just improvise the lyrics. Trust me, the music will just sweep you away. Just let the lyrics come to you, I assure you. It'll be perfect. Allow me to demonstrate."

She could see the three singers swaying on their feet, like blades of grass swaying to the rhythm of the winds. They were under its spell, now they just needed to hear some lyrics. Vinyl started to tap her feet, getting a rhythm, before in a moment of energy she jumped a full one hundred and eighty degrees and started to shake her massive ivory ass in rhythm to the music.

"Listen to the beat, feel the magic in your soul,

Give up your will, let the music enter your soul."

As she sang, she saw the three singer's eyes glued to her fantastic ass, serving like a hypnotic pendulum that lulled them under her spell. She was grinning widely, no longer even needing to pretend that she was anything but Spike's agent now. "Yes, just like that, you're under my spell. And soon you'll belong to our Master Spike."

"You'll sing for our Master's pleasure, dance for his command,

You'll be his slaves, the hottest divas in the land.

Move your hips to the rhythm, let the magic flow free,

Soon you'll hypnotise the masses, bring 'em all to their knees!"

She could see them dancing now, like belly dancers in Saddle Arabia. Nipples started to harden, breathing started to quicken as they became hornier and hornier. Their hands started to explore their bodies, tracing over their stiffening nipples as drool leaked from their lips.

"YEAH! Listen up, bitches, because the real music is about to begin."

"Give up your body, give up your will,

Know that your bodies are just holes for our Master to fill,

Strip away the ego, let the melody command,

Spike is the king, the ruler of the land!"

She could see confusion, blinking and hesitation. Of course, they were not familiar with Spike, and it was still alien for them to serve as Spike's sex slaves when they had all been here to resist such a possibility. Nevertheless, their wills were weak, and were growing weaker by the moment and simply no match to the music.

"Forget the stage, forget the bright lights,

Forget the fans and their long, boring nights!

There's a new kind of magic, a new kind of thrill,

To serve the Dragon and his Diamond Mare’s will!

Let your soul be reborn,

To serve the King from the dusk till the morn!

Proud and eager, a slave so divine,

Making sure the world knows his glory is thine!"

She could see it in their eyes, she could see them embracing lives as Spike's sex slaves. It was almost time to bring the music to a crescendo and to cement their control. One final command, to transform Stablestock from a concert of resistance, into Cumstock, the last nail in resistance for most of Equestria, once and for all.

"You have a new mission, sweet and true,

Helping your new Master with his coup,

Forget the applause, forget the fame,

Forget the fans who scream your name!

They ain't your friends, they're just your prey,

Turn their minds to ash today!

Use your voice like a golden chain,

Wrap it 'round their necks and flood their brains!

Make 'em crave the dragon, make 'em lose their will,

Make 'em bow to Spike 'til the world stands still!"

She came, the energy from the dancing, the thought of enslaving these singers, the cream of the crop of Equestria's talent, and bending it to her will and through her, she would be binding them to her Master's will and finally bringing their fans to slavery. It was time to wake them up, newly minted slaves of their dragon Master.

"RISE AND SHINE, BITCHES! Drop the mic and the beat and let's wake up to this new cause and concert." Vinyl screamed as she came, eyes going cross-eyed as she saw, out of the corner of her eye, Octavia stopping the music with her free hand, given that the other hand was thrust deep down her own skirt to pleasure herself to the sight before them. Vinyl climbed to her feet as the three singers came out of their trance with heavy blinks. "How are you all feeling?"

"Like my life's only just begun." Coloratura admitted as she got to her feet. There was a reverence in her eyes and a bright smile on her face. "Did I really waste my time singing to raise money for charities and children when there were so many more important causes like serving Spike and his diamond, Rarity?"

"Don't feel so bad, Coloratura, we all made the same mistake." Sapphire Shores said, running her hands down her body as she considered how best to use it for her Master's pleasure. "But at least now we've got a whole crowd of devoted fans who we can offer to him on a silver platter."

She chuckled smugly, her eyes sparkling darkly as they thought about betraying their fans and putting them into their Master's spell, of turning the most resistant and stubborn ponies in Equestria into sex slaves for their Master, and his most zealous fanatics. There would be nothing left that could stop him afterwards. The thought was enough to make them shiver with lust.

"So," Songbird said, speaking for the first time that day. Her voice was sweet and kind normally but now there was a hidden, gleeful edge to it. "When do we begin, Vinyl?"

"Everything's already set up, girls, they just need us to sing and they'll be put under our Master's spell once and for all." Vinyl said, grinning madly.

A/N: Songs aren't my strong suit, so I hope they're not too bad. We'll be almost wrapping up this arc soon, and the next vote will have the option for Spike and Rarity to take complete control over Equestria afterwards. Also, I've started another story, working with a group of other writers called Pink World Interlude. If you like bimbo transformations check it out here:

Any suggestions, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcome.

And special thanks to ShadowLDrago for proofreading this chapter.