Wrapped in the Coil of Sin

Chapters

Chapter 1: Entranced by Debauchery
Chapter 2: The Jewels of a Diva
Chapter 3: Apples to Rainbows
Chapter 4: Morning Harvest
Chapter 5: Like an Animal
Chapter 6: Pinkie Pie and the Kinky Ceremony
Chapter 7: Confessions and Sins

Chapter 1: Entranced by Debauchery

Wrapped in the Coil of Sin
An Erotic Caper by Adam J. Nelon

Chapter 1: Entranced by Debauchery

Night had fallen in Ponyville on one warm summer's day in Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle had been refreshing her memory of Equestrian history and politics, and though she was normally quite enthusiastic about reading, this particular night had been quite draining on her psyche. Ever since her fateful ascension some months ago, she had been wracking her mind on the proper etiquette and mannerisms of a princess in the hopes of better understanding the encroaching burden of regency to no avail.

Her beloved Golden Oaks Library was awash with research papers, leather-bound tomes, periodicals, and other such reading materials as she held her aching head in a vain hope to force it to absorb all this information she had gathered. Spike, diligent and loyal as he was, helped pull books off from the shelves at her wish. Much like his mistress, he was tiring. But his exhaustion was that of a child. Children needed rest, and yet day in and day out, he martyred himself for several ponies as part of his own sacred code.

“All these books,” Twilight sighed, rubbing her eyes. “All these papers and magazines... all this research, and I'm still no closer to understanding what a princess does!”

Spike let out a big yawn. “Have you tried, I don't know, asking Princess Celestia?”

At the very mention of Celestia's name, Twilight's eyes shined like the stars as she grabbed Spike in her magic, her wings unfurling to hug him.

“Spike, that's a wonderful idea! Thank you!” she cried, tenderly squeezing the infant dragon before releasing him.

“Well, somepony has to be,” Spike snorted.

“Yeah, I guess so- Hey!”

Spike laughed as he barreled onto his back.

“Sorry, Twilight! I just couldn't help it,” the child chuckled, his spines digging into the wooden floor.

“It's all right, Spike. If it's any consolation, I'm sorry for keeping you up so long. You can go to bed now, if you'd like.”

The mention of beds invited a yawn from young Spike as he neared the stairs.

“No problem, Twilight. Anything for you.”

Wasting not a moment's breath, Twilight produced an inkwell, parchment, and quill and began to write feverishly.

“Dear Princess Celestia

It has been three months since my faithful transformation into an alicorn, and even with the initial hype of it gone, I still am no closer to understanding the meaning of what being a princess is or what one does. I've done plenty of research, but it hasn't helped me come up with an answer. I wish to perhaps arrange a meeting with you to discuss this at your earliest convenience. I humbly await your swift reply.

Your Faithful Student,

Twilight Sparkle.”

Her letter complete, the librarian rolled her letter to her mentor into a scroll. She handed it to Spike, who took a deep breath, exhaling a green flame which whipped its way out the window. Twilight then gulped as she awaited a reply.

But then...nothing. Minutes passed as Twilight waited anxiously by the window. She had half-expected Spike would be writhing in gastric pain and belching out a return letter at any moment, but there was nothing there. Nothing but the sounds of evening critters, Owlowiscious preening his feathers, and their own collective breaths. It was so silent, the sound of water dropping into the sink could be heard as clear as a whistle.

“That's odd,” Twilight noted, her gaze absentmindedly shifting near to Spike.

“What is?” Spike asked.

“Normally, we'd get a reply about now,” she replied, looking out the window. “But it's been about five minutes, and we've gotten nothing back.”

Spike held his face in his claw.

“Well, it is Ten O’clock, Twilight. I seriously doubt Princess Celestia would be awake at this hour.”

“I understand that much, Spike,” Twilight sighed. “But, even then, we'd at least get a form-letter or something to the effect of 'We're sorry, but the Princess cannot currently reply at this time.'”

“Maybe she forgot to send it,” Spike suggested.

“She doesn't forget this kind of thing, Spike,” Twilight snapped. “It's usually an automatic reply if she can't personally do so.”

Spike simply shrugged as he ascended the stairs.

Twilight sighed as wanderlust began to take her before she looked to Owlowiscious.

“I'm going outside for a bit to get some fresh air. Watch Spike for me, Owlowiscious. If I'm not back by morning and I don't send any form of explanation, assume I've been filly-napped and get the attention of any of my friends,” she explained.

Owlowiscious let out a hoot and saluted with one of his wings before resuming his preening.

With a flap of her wings, Twilight glided out from the window and took flight upon the streets of Ponyville.

Ponyville was as it often was on a summer evening; Deafeningly silent, but also quite hot and humid. Most of the Mane Street was barren, save for the sparse foliage growing at its fringe. The majority of the houses' lights were either dimmed or gone entirely, and the whole of the area was devoid of any actual sound, save that of cicadas trilling their iconic melody to the stars. The moon was full on this particular evening, its lukewarm light melting the shadows to the cold streets.

This time of night was the time that Twilight Sparkle had relished most of all. The desolate, yet bustling part of the evening, when the insects and critters came in the place of ponies to do their respective duties. Nature was playing her an orchestra, and the town was its amphitheater. Truly, this beautiful isolation was perhaps the ultimate palette cleanser for Twilight's research-weary mind.

And then, something peculiar happened. Something that would forever change Twilight. Something she would not easily forget.

It all began when she began to notice a very distinct odor in the air. Though faint, it was nonetheless pungent. It was a smell of toil and exertion. It smelled scantly metallic, and its oddity was like a wheat worm on a fishing hook to Twilight. Like a wolf would do, she began to stalk the stank , hoping to find its source. As she gained a nose for the scent, she began to notice she had been following a translucent streak of fluid.

For a moment, she stopped to take a sample of the fluid in her hoof out of curiosity. Tentatively, she licked the juice before recoiling at the tartness of its taste, being careful not to let her disgust become too audible.

Her brief experiment completed, she continued to follow the stench, noting the strength of it as she turned her gaze upward. She took notice that she was tailing a strange, but undeniably equine figure who seemed to be taking halting breaths and whimpers with each step. She was covered from head to hoof in some sort of leather robe, with roughly all but a pair of lithe, white hooves and a spattered stream of juices between them. Her ears also joined in this candid analysis, noting the din of unicorn magic being used as she continued her stealthy shadowing.

Eventually, as she followed this mystery mare, she came to hear more pronounced noises nearing her ears. Moans not unlike those from the Baked Bad incident seemed to harmonize into a crescendo as her target ducked into an alleyway, herself pressed against the wall, trying to avoid being seen.

What could that mare be doing, Twilight thought, that it would require her to be so secretive of it?

For a moment, she stopped to think if she should really be poking her nose into such business as this. But, as it often would, curiosity overtook her; Ponies didn't usually walk the streets in halting gasps and whimpers, nor did they wear such dark, leathery garbs. She had to know what was going on, or her subconscious would never relent in having her double-check.

So, with a deep breath, she sneaked her way into the doorway, and what she saw struck her dumb.

The sight itself was very difficult to place an emotion towards besides being flabbergasted. Ponies of all races, creeds, and classes were in rather lewd positions, grinding against each other, mares and stallions thrusting against one another, and heads meeting the lower extremities of mates. She could barely make out any of the participants in this perverse spectacle, but among them were Flitter, Cloud Chaser, and the Spa Twins, Aloe and Lotus. Most of the other participants were either obscured by body parts or the black robes.

In her awed voyeurism, she could see the robes were very obfuscating, fastened by thick leather belts, and designed with bridles made to both obscure the face of the wearer, while also allowing the mouth to be capable of performing the illicit acts she was beholding.

Perhaps more odd was the scent that pervaded the room. It was a combination of sweat, toil, and whatever that one smell she remembered from the woman's restroom at the Stall-Mart in Canterlot. It was a stink that caused her nose to wrinkle up at the first moment it wafted into her nostrils, almost causing her to gag and hold her hoof over them.

Then, in an instant, time seemed to slow. The entire room became a chorus of gasps as the lights of obscured eyes caught Twilight in their collective gaze. Most of the gasps were those of shock at the interloper in the room, while a few others were those of orgasm as spurts of clearness and whiteness spattered over their cloaks.

Before she could turn to leave, she found herself being handled by two naked mares who, strangely enough, bore genitalia more welcome on a male. They held her up upon her hind legs by using their wings to hold their own bodies up, their masculine extensions standing flush and erect.

“I'm sorry, mistress! It's just that my chatte was practically screaming for relief after I narrowly avoided telling Fancy about us and-”

Another cloaked figure extended her white hoof to the mare, hugging her.

“All is well, Sister; I am sorry if keeping the secret safe and your libido in check is a trying task. But, it is a weight that we all must carry so that we are able to continue our work unmolested.”

It was then that the cloaked mare approached Twilight, sending a pulse of fear down her spine.

“Besides,” the mare said, flinging off her hood to reveal herself. “Your little folly baited quite the catch.”

Twilight's awed horror rose as she beheld the form of perhaps the one pony she would never expect to orchestrate such base undertakings.

Princess Celestia.

At least, that's whom she assumed it was. While her voice undoubtedly carried the gravitas deserving of the royal mantle, something about the way she uttered those words was very unbecoming of her. While her magenta eyes were roughly the same, they seemed much more saturated in color. Her mane was the greatest discrepancy, its original quadrachromic hue being replaced by a single mass of pale heliotrope, its ethereal flow practically gone as rogue strands drooped over her face.

For a brief instant, that face disappeared as the perverse princess dipped her snout near her former student's private mound of flesh, taking a loud and pronounced whiff, a deep hum vibrating the folds of its lips.

“And still fresh as a daisy, to boot? Sister Fluer, you may have a very handsome reward in your future!”

Still frozen from both the gravity of the situation she had meandered into and being mare-handled by two hermaphroditic mares, she couldn't help but gulp as sweat beaded down from her brow.

“Princess...” she whimpered, unsure of how exactly to react. “What is this?”

The pony known as Princess Celestia chuckled at first from Twilight's rather plain reaction to the sensual display she had just witnessed, but found herself knocking her head back to indulge in a laugh that was equally sinister, noble, and womanly.

“My faithful student,” she hummed as her hoof grazed the chin of her recent royal fellow. “What this is, my dear, is my new attempt to spread the magics of friendship and love in a whole new way.”

Twilight's eyes grew aghast at that notion as she shook her head in disbelief.

“Like this?!” She cried. “This... this is depraved! This is just wrong!”

Again the princess chuckled, her eyes spinning about for a moment.

“And you won't breathe a word of this to anypony.”

Twilight attempted to struggle against the hermaphrodite ponies in vain.

“And if I do?” she whimpered in worry.

The princess placed her still-pristine hoof to Twilight's chest.

“You misunderstand me,” Celestia sternly replied. “That wasn't a request.”

Celestia closed her eyes shut for a moment, taking in a deep breath before flashing them open, her stare practically drilling into her student's psyche as she began to chant in a strange tone:

“From this day onward, you are a member of the Clandestine Order of Illicit Love, better referred to as the COIL. On any appointed night, you will follow your peers in shadow to this sacred and secret venue of lust and debauchery. You will be my right hoof mare, carrying out my direct orders to the letter as you discover the hidden secrets lying dormant in your body and soul, and you will be forever changed by them.

“You will not deny yourself of any new experience nor accept a flawed one, nor will you deny others the same. You will do only what you and your peers enjoy, and you will do the best that you can at what you enjoy, showing neither humility nor regret for your actions, regardless of its danger or lack thereof, and will strive to seek perfection in this quest of erotic enlightenment and bliss.

“You will serve this cult dutifully, and will not allow your words reveal anything of this order, lest your throat run dry and your loins run aflame with arousal, only to be relieved by yours or a peer's touch. This same penalty shall come to you should you either fail in your commitment or abstain from fulfilling it.”

Twilight's mind was reeling from the words echoing in her mind. Lewd images filled her head of her teacher-turned-master mounting her helpless form, of her turning her friends and neighbors into her own perverted playthings. Images so crude and debauched, her body almost seemed to quake in anticipation of realizing them!

“From this day forward, you will learn the lost and forbidden art known as erotomancy; Magic derived from sexuality and sexual acts, and it will change you in ways your mind could never have conceived before. This commitment I place upon you, Twilight Sparkle, will remain with you until I either I see otherwise, or until you are finally relieved of your existence in this mortal realm.”

For a moment, Celestia took a deep breath, her eyes flashing as they continued to bore into Twilight's mind, reaching into her very soul.

“Do you swear upon these conditions I have given you, under penalty of nigh-unquenchable estrus?”

For a moment, Twilight seemed entranced before she shook her mind clear again, a similar magenta glow fading from her eyes as she replied dizzily:

“I swear.”

It was following those two words that Celestia's face bore a wry grin as she shuddered in glee.

“Good. You may release her now, my futanari; She is ready to be initiated.” she purred as she made her way to a steaming black cauldron, removing the leather robes from her person along the way to reveal her nude self.

At their mistress' behest, the two hermaphrodites released Twilight as they escorted her to the cauldron.

“Initiation?” Twilight parroted quizzically. “You mean that-”

“Yes, Twilight,” Celestia chimed. “Every single pony in this room, myself included, has gone through a rite of passage to begin their journey into sexual discovery. As much as you are my student, I will not make an exception.”

Twilight gulped as she was lifted above the boiling cauldron, chains and bindings latching onto her hooves as they pulled her tout, her feminine mound now exposed to the other cultists, who looked upon it in wonder as Celestia smirked.

“What are these chains for, Princess?” Twilight worriedly whimpered.

“Simply a formality. But before I reveal what's in this cauldron, are you sure you wish to go through with this?”

Twilight chuckled bitterly as she tentatively tugged at her bindings.

“You haven't really given me much a choice in the matter, so I might as well say yes.”

The princess chuckled more genuinely as her magic focused upon the lid of the cauldron.

“I suppose that's true. With that said, I believe it's time I showed you what festers underneath this lid...”

With a deep inhale, Celestia flung off the lid, revealing a bubbling mass of white ooze inside. The ooze was quite warm, and in moments, the room was flooded with its warmth and odor, causing Twilight's nose to scrunch up from its intensity as sweat began to bead down her body.

“Behold, Twilight,” Celestia began, levitating a strange tome in front of her. “This being that ebbs and boils beneath your loins is Lilith. For months, we have offered it mares and stallions alike as homage, and in return, she gives unto them boons of her domain, bringing us closer to one another through our united sexuality. Tonight, as your initiation, you shall be her offering, and she will pleasure you in ways that your mortal mind cannot possibly hope to conjure.”

For a moment, Twilight swore she saw something rise from the bubbling cauldron, but it was just a mere trick of her eye as her mistress cleared her throat.

“O, Lilith, light of our lives, fire of our loins. Our sins, our souls, our patron saint of perversion. Tonight, in this sacred place, we make another offering to you by way of this virgin sacrifice. However, this virgin that hangs just above your confinements is no ordinary mare. She is my prodigy, the young, gifted, and noble Twilight Sparkle, who has in recent months joined me in the annals of regency. She is the wielder of the Element of Magic, and will be the first of many important mares whom you will feast upon.

“With this keystone within our ranks, we may finally see your grand vision into fruition. With you as our witness and arbiter, we shall create a world where gender, species, and orientation are all but meaningless labels in the name of harmony, friendship, and love. We offer this pony in hopes that she will sate your hunger another evening more. You may now have your way with her as you see fit.”

Her prayer done, Celestia laid the book supine upon a table as she focused magic toward her own nethers, smiling as a white-gray protrusion began to worm its way from her marehood, becoming an erect mass of masculine flesh as its sheath yawed open, her large flanks turning towards Fleur de Lis.

“Come, Sister Fleur. I shall help relieve you while my student is pleasured by her grace,” She purred, moving in for a kiss as she pushed her disciple down onto the floor, her newly-produced penis hanging just above her moist snatch.

Meanwhile, Twilight took several cautious breaths as strange, wet appendages began to lurch from the cauldron, pulling her legs further apart as another took hold of her tail.

“Please,” Twilight pleaded, her heart beginning to race. “If you can, Lilith, be gentle with me. I'm new to this.”

As she made her plea, Twilight found herself shivering to the warm touch of another tentacle worming its way up the cannon of her left hind leg. It slowly began to lap away at her inner thighs, swishing back and forth like the tongue of a dog as it kneaded the fleshy mound in small circles as pleasure began to spill into her form, her cheeks flaming with redness as the lips of her labia began to unfurl to its unrefined touch. Something warm began to run down her hind legs now as the white mass neared her slowly-blooming flower.

While observing Twilight's duress, Celestia's forelegs were wrapped around Fluer's neck as she began to hilt her impressive hard-on into Fluer's marehood, her mate whimpering cutely as its length pushed against the walls within. With grace and care, the Princess began to push in slow, gentle strokes as she indulged the dulcet moans of the supermodel, drawing her muzzle in for a kiss as she began to force her tongue inside her partner's mouth as she slowly increased her pace.

Then came the moment of truth for Twilight. She took a deep breath as the white, musky tentacle slowly began to peel away the walls of her pussy, causing her to gasp as it bore its way inside, causing something within her to pop as blood began to seep out. These first pains of penetration proved to be too much as the librarian turned virgin sacrifice vainly tugged against her chains, a deep throaty moan striking the ceiling.

No sooner had her maidenhead been pierced and her vagina penetrated, she cried out again as her brown eye began to be stretched out by another white invader, her mouth quickly filled as a third tentacle found its way inside, carefully inching its way into her throat.

As Twilight's moans began to be muffled by the murky whiteness in her mouth, she began to taste a bizarre sweetness as warm began to spill into her body. Her restrained form, originally trying at the chains and moving with the motions of the primordial goddess underneath her, now hanged limp as she was left to the mercy of her maleficent mate.

And so began a pair of asynchronous, rhythmic thrusts as Twilight and Fleur de Lis were held captive in a dirty dance of lust and passion. One was as a rag doll, while the other was like a machine, each accepting penetration from much larger, much more capable forces than themselves had their way with them. All they could do was accept the torturous pleasure of being dominated with as much gusto and grace as their sweating forms and restrained positions would allow them, moaning all the while in an uneven chorus, with their respective partners being their conductors.

Their bodies simmered as sweat poured from their bodies, their eyes dilating as the eventually lost themselves to all but their senses, their noses and ears becoming acutely aware to the overwhelming sensations filling their bodies before they too were overcome from the storm brewing inside their bodies.

Finally, the room became flooded by the cries of the two mares as their bodies succumbed to orgasm, Twilight's being absorbed by the suction of the tentacles while Fleur's spilled out in a combination of her mistress's cum and her own secretions, their bodies both enthralled as they arced forward to release their final squirts of fluids before hanging limply as their eyes gazed half-lidded at their peers.

Slowly and carefully, their mates retracted from them, tentacles gingerly sliding out from Twilight's weary orifices, a mixture of secretions falling from her pussy and asshole as she regained her breath while Princess Celestia eased out her erect penis, a final rivulet of her cum squirting onto Fleur's sweat-marred barrel.

As her student's paralysis began to subside, she her lips curled into a wry smile as she saw a violet growth begin to emerge from her exhausted vagina. Like she had done with her magic, Twilight was beginning to grow her own stallion shaft right before her very eyes as she undid the locks that kept her suspended, placing the lid back upon the cauldron as she did so.

“Twilight Sparkle,” she cooed with glee “You have endured the first of many orgasms you will share with this order. You have made your sacrifice to our deity, and she has blessed you with the gift of a stallion's endowment. With this, you shall please and be pleased in our name, and bring many others into this sacred grove of sin. From this day forward, you are both my apprentice and a member of the COIL. Hail and welcome.”

“Hail and welcome!” chanted the others, bowing before their new sister.

As the princess lowered Twilight to the ground, she allowed her weary apprentice to brace herself against her before producing a black robe for her to wear.

“Put this on, my student. Leave this place and travel home by shadow. Speak of what you've seen or done to nopony but one of us,” She instructed, helping her to fasten the mass of leather. “I have given you your mission, and the rules of engagement. You are a soldier fighting for a future of freer love now, Twilight. I shall hope that you serve us well.”

Twilight nodded as she struggled to stand tall to her mistress.

“I will, Princess. I will uphold the tenants you have placed upon me to the best of my ability.” she spoke in a weary, but proud voice.

“I should hope so,” Celestia chuckled curtly. “The penalty of failure is quite agonizing, as Fleur has shown.”

And so, with a smack upon her flanks by the princess and her peers, Twilight Sparkle left from that den of depravity with a new mission set in her mind:

To wrap her friends within the coils of sin.

Chapter 2: The Jewels of a Diva

Through some miracle, Twilight had managed to return to the library unmolested. Perhaps all her years of midnight vigils to the royal library in Canterlot had made her accustomed to skulking around in the dead of night to go to and fro where she saw the need. The fact that Owlowiscious and Spike were sound asleep only served to relieve her even more; The tension she had just been put through would have been too easy for them to notice, and she'd rather not be asked hundreds of questions about where she'd been and what she was now currently wearing.

Speaking of relief, as Twilight carefully undid her new robe and stashed it where only she would know to look, her eyes were drawn back to the growth of masculine flesh that now hung between her hind legs. Evidently, following her tryst with Lilith, she had grown a penis as some form of boon in exchange for her sacrifices. As it was at the moment, it was a reasonable foot-long shaft covered in a dark purple sheath of flesh, but in her attempt to return home as quickly and as quietly as possible, a flared tip had slowly begun to poke its way out, and she was feeling particularly chafed by it. She certainly wasn't going to be walking around Ponyville with a 12 inch piece of man meat hanging between her legs, black leather robe or no.

She had to find some way to be rid of it, and quickly.

As if she had developed some strange form of eidetic memory, a few of the images that Celestia had implanted into her mind began to flash back, showing a hermaphrodite just like herself touching herself in a strange manner. One particular image showed the mare rubbing against the sheath to coax the rest of the cock out of hiding.

Well, Twilight thought, isn't that convenient?

Twilight kept her mind focused on that image as she inched her way into the bed, pulling the covers over her to obscure her newly-shaped shaft of stallionhood. Carefully, she began to focus her magic into her horn to produce a light just bright enough for her to see what she was doing. In preparation, she decided to take a few breaths to steady herself before getting into a more proper position, her head against her pillows as she shifted them to meet the headboard as she leveled her forelegs to her two sexual organs.

A voice began to whisper in her ear. A specter of seduction began to guide her hooves as if she were now a puppet. Gingerly, she began to grind her left hoof against the sheathe of her new penis, her tongue beginning to slip out as she saw it slowly yaw open, revealing its veined glory as her right hoof began to swirl against her slit. She began to gasp and whimper, trying her best to stifle her ecstatic moans as pleasure began to spill across her body like hot candle wax.

Inch by inch did Twilight's tally-whacker grow, precum bubbling from its head as she looked upon its girth with hungry, determined eyes, beginning to focus her magic on it and her leaking pussy, causing them both to tingle as her loins began to boil with seed. She was beginning to flush with the heat of estrus as the flared tip neared her muzzle. With a hungry slurp, she wrapped her lips around her cock, her tongue swirling around its base as she craned her neck forward to take in more of its length.

Realizing that just one hoof would not be enough to hold its length, Twilight removed her opposite hoof and had it join its sister in holding the dick within her mouth, using her magic to replace the missing appendage, forming it into a mass of energy not too dissimilar to a dildo, her moans being muffled by the mass of male meat currently occupying her throat.

With a machine-like concentration, she swallowed her scrotum, her tongue exploring its length, coating it in her saliva as she lapped at her glans with glee. Soon enough, she was giving herself her first blowjob, teasing the tip of her penis with her tongue as her throat took the rest, her cunt being flooded by pure, raw, mystic energies that almost seemed to be like a doppelganger doing her as she gave herself head. Harder and harder did she fuck herself, letting her senses fall away as she neared orgasm.

“Uh – Un – UGH!!” she cried before her throat began to fill with hot, thick gobs of cum, her magic fading as juice squirted from her marehood, marring the bedsheets with deep, dark stains. While she initially choked on the first jolt of jizz, causing it to flow out of her nostrils, with each subsequent pulse, she was able to gulp down gobs of her own, sweet semen, indulging in its flavor before her muzzle retracted, a final shot landing upon her nose.

Slowly, her body began to revert to the state that she remembered it. Her penis retracted into its sheath, itself going back into her unfurled labia, leaving in its wake but a weary librarian-turned-cultist whose breath was labored and raspy.

Her one-mare dance done, Twilight decided to briefly go downstairs. While she would have been content on finally getting some sleep after having given herself some head, she still had an obligation to her mistress now; one that would punish her with estrus if she didn't make good on it.

“There's any number of variables that might make Pinkie Pie a good first initiate to Rarity, and vice versa,” she thought aloud. “I'll have to run a very diagnostic test to prove which one is the superior choice.”

It was then that Twilight produced a bit coin, holding it in her magic. She denoted heads for Pinkie Pie and tails for Rarity, and with a flick of her horn, tossed it into the air, biting her lip as watched the coin spin when it hit the floor. Around and around it twirled, making a very light chiming sound before it fell flat on its reversed side.

Twilight looked to the inverted coin with an impish grin as she saw the face that greeted her, giggling low and wildly.

“Rarity Belle, you might have a fabulous destiny in your future...”

After a decent evening of sleep, Twilight had arranged to meet Rarity for tea. Naturally, she would leave her fashionista friend in the dark of her true intention. She attempted to recall the spell that Celestia used on her, and began to contemplate how she might use it to her advantage.

A nice simple suggestion spell should suffice, Twilight thought, as she neared the appointed spot. A simple flourish of the eyes, perhaps a mention of a celebrity, and she'll be eating out of my hoof and ambling right to our front door.

She smiled as she neared the table, putting on her best facade.

“Ah, Twilight! So good to see you again!” Rarity giggled, clad in her best summer hat. “And what is that fabulous aroma you're wearing?”

Twilight gulped as her thoughts began to race for an answer. She had to try and play this as nonchalantly as she could. She couldn't be direct... but she wasn't sure if she could do any kind of lie, either. She had to think, and she had to think fast.

“Oh, it's Au du Banal!” she snapped, her mind focused on the moment.

“Au du Banal...” Rarity hummed wistfully, feeling the tingle of the words on her tongue. “What is it made from?”

Come on Twilight, think!

“It's made from Chatte,” Twilight stammered, trying to stay calm. “It's an important part of Prench culture.”

Rarity's eyes gleamed at the mention of Prance. Such exquisite things came from that place, and Twilight was practically covered in what she believed to be a microcosm of the entire nation! She was practically awestruck by the prospect, but soon shook her head as she realized just what thoughts raced in her head. She decided to speak of something pertinent.

“Word around the town is that there have been some strange mares and stallions tromping about the streets in the black of night,” She began, sipping her tea. “Nopony knows who they are, what they're doing, or where they're doing, however.”

Twilight very nearly choked on her own tea at what Rarity just said, but attempted to keep calm.

“Yeah... I heard that too...”

Suddenly, Twilight remembered what it was that brought her to arrange this meeting. She fluttered her eyelids and looked deep into Rarity's eyes, attempting to imprint a message into her mind with her gaze.

“I heard Fleur de Lis happened to be one of them, too,” she hummed suggestively.

Rarity beamed when she heard that name come to her ears.

“Fleur de Lis?!” she balked with glee, her hooves pressed against her cheeks. “Trophy wife of Fancy Pants, superstar supermodel of Canterlot, three times champion of the Canterlot Chilli-Cheese Fries Competition? That Fleur de Lis?!”

Star-struck, Rarity hadn't realized she was yanking on her mane with her body on the table. As she came to her senses, she reclined back in her seat.

“The very same,” Twilight chuckled, her eyes not leaving Rarity's for a moment. “In fact... I'd wager you might have a chance to catch her tonight...”

“Tonight?” Rarity parroted. “As in, this very night?”

“Mm-hmm...” Twilight hummed, closing in on her dear friend. “Just keep your eyes peeled and your nose out.”

Her muzzle neared Rarity's ear as she licked the outside of it.

“Because once you find a smell just like mine...” she whispered agonizingly slowly. “You'll know exactly where to go.”

Twilight then took her eyes from Rarity, leaving her in a thousand-meter stare as she stood up.

“It was nice having tea with you, Rarity. I hope we'll see each again soon...”

With that, Twilight turned about face, her tail jostling to one side, wafting that same raunchy stench that covered her body to Rarity's nose. As she inhaled the aroma, she found herself fainting in awe.

Soon enough, in the dead of night, Rarity found herself out in the streets. The moon was out, the stars were shimmering, and she was on a mission:

She was going to find Fleur de Lis and get to the bottom of this mystery.

For the occasion, she donned her fabulous leather jumpsuit, black heels, and silken balaclava and took to the alleys, keeping her eyes and nose alert. She stalked the streets like a mare possessed, following even that most faint of fumes. Smears on the dirt, stenches in the air, and the whimpers of maidens guided her as she hunted for her prey.

Eventually, she saw white and pink.

Jackpot, Rarity thought, following Fleur ever so gingerly.

Part of her cursed herself for wearing such damnable shoes, but she also couldn't resist the urge to look fabulous, even when on a serious mission of stealth. She felt woozy just wafting the scent of Fluer's backside as she lurked behind her. She almost felt tempted to just rip the black shawl right off from her, but she decided against it, as it was already difficult for her not to break cover.

Eventually, her quarry ducked into the protection of her secret place as she discreetly shuffled against the wall.

“Now then,” Rarity whispered to herself. “To get to the bottom of this black-cloak mystery.”

Like a secret agent, she cartwheeled through the door, finding herself entering a minefield of menstruation, with her idol quickly shedding her black robe to join her horny herd. That was, until the two caught eyes.

“Ah, Miss Rarity!” she cooed, hugging her fellow unicorn with a smile. “I was wondering when you might be joining us.”

Rarity was awestruck, not only from the fact she had just received a hug from one of her greatest idols in fashion, but also at the context that that hug had been given to her. She was inside a room filled with passionate, languished moans of mare, stallion, and all matter of those in-between, all rubbing, thrusting, and grinding against each other, gob after gob of various juices spilling out as that same stench that had led her here overpowered her senses, her eyes watering as they stared into those pink orbs.

“Fluer... what is this?” she whimpered as she watched Fleur undress her at an agonizingly slow pace.

“This, my dear Rarirty... is a little soiree... a sexual soiree, if you will.”

Rarity's body tingled at the warm breath of Fleur spilling across her cold body, a heat pooling beneath her stomach as she noticed a blackness rising from her partner. She tried to speak out at what was going on, but found herself silenced by a hoof.

“No words, my dear... just wrap your lips around this verge and enjoy my warm, salty love!”

Before she could even protest, Rarity found herself inverted as her throat was greeted by a mass of manly meat which she had no choice but to gulp and slurp as if her life had depended upon it. Fleur responded in kind by dipping her snout beneath the folds of her partner's pussy, gently guiding her tongue through the folds of pink flesh as she shuddered.

Meanwhile, Twilight looked on the act transpiring before her with a perverse pleasure as her own purple penis began to poke out of her robe. She saw a pair of large, white flanks tease her before a glass filled with some white liquid was put between her hooves.

“I imagine this must be quite arousing for you,” Celestia chuckled. “Just drink this, and you should feel much better.”

Though she had her own questions as to what exactly she was about to gulp down, they seemed to be drowned beneath a sea of much lewder thoughts. In an almost drone-like fashion, she knocked back the concoction before coughing a fair bit at its taste.

“Ugh! What is this, Princess?” She choked, a strange mix of saltiness and sweetness coalescing in her throat.

The Princess craned her head towards Twilight and hummed, “Oh, just a drink we like to have around here... a little milk and cum donated from our wonderful fellows.”

Twilight was taken aback by what she had just heard. She felt disgusted for even drinking it, and yet for some strange reason, she felt a desire to have more. The idea that somewhere in this concoction might be Celestia's seed spurred her to try and find the source. She searched for something remotely resembling a storage container, eventually coming across several bottles of the stuff, feverishly opening them and chugging more of the mixes like mad. Celestia simply chuckled as she rubbed Twilight's flanks.

“That's it, my dear... Just drink your lust away...”

Rarity continued to lick and slurp at Fleur's footlong, shuddering and sighing as her own loins were lapped at by the ravenous tongue of her mate. As her family jewels reviewed more and more of her hidden depths, she felt a pair of hooves against her head, stroking her luscious lavender mane as she sucked down more of her sex eagerly. The two of them became as yin and yang as they drew their genitals closer, their sweating bodies quivering from the duress of their heat. They slid and bumped and ground against one another as passionate as two unicorns knew how, their horns alight as they enhanced each others' pleasure.

Eventually, they could stand their strain no longer. The two gripped each other as tightly as they could as their orgasms came. Fleur came first, shooting hot salvos of seed down Rarity's throat, some streaming through her nostrils as she felt her body stiffen and shutter, her own jewels spitting feminine seed onto Fleur's fabulous face, which she licked away happily.

“Mm...” she hummed, her lips making a distinct pop as she released Rarity from her loins. “You even taste top-notch, my dear. You must have an excellent diet.”

Rarity found herself unable to speak. Whether it was from what she had just done, or whom she had just done it with, she found herself struck dumb as a trial of whiteness oozed from her mouth, a black cloak being draped upon her.

Twilight found her flank receiving a firm, tight spank as Celestia wrapped around her.

“Well done, my faithful apprentice,” she moaned as she twisted her hoof into Twilight's cutie mark. “One down, and four to go.”

Twilight gulped and whimpered, “And what happens when all six of us are together?”

Celestia simply chuckled as she massaged Twilight's neck and whispered into her ear, “Then? Then, the combined heat of our orgasms will be the spark that lights the fires hidden away in every stallion and mare. And then, an inferno of sexual liberation will spread, ushering in a new era of love and solidarity.”

With that, she patted her student's withers and smiled slyly.

“So, you know... There's no pressure.”

Chapter 3: Apples to Rainbows

It was another summer's day in Ponyville. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the flowers were taking in rays of glorious sunshine, and the heat beat down upon the town. Sweet Apple Acres was looking to be quite healthy this particular day, in spite no apples being in the orchard's trees. Their branches swayed in the wind as the whole farm seemed to grow quiet in the afternoon sun.

That was, until, an argument broke loose.

“I've got a fan club dedicated to my awesomeness,” Rainbow Dash shouted, her muzzle pressed against Applejack's. “And thanks to me, everypony gets to cool off and enjoy the summer!”

“Which ah have to work through so that everypony gets delicious apples to eat,” barked Applejack as she attempted to assert her dominance. “And in case ya hadn't noticed, whenever Twi's not around, Ah'm usually the one who has to keep Ponyville outta harm's way, and Ah even have an award to prove it! Not to mention I do a lot my work without askin' for nothin' in return!”

Rainbow chortled and snapped, “Oh yeah? Well you couldn't keep Flim and Flam from taking your spot as the top cider seller in Ponyville!”

“Oh yeah?” Applejack quipped back. “Well you lost your pretty lil' fanbase once a better super pony came along!”

“Only because you and the others had to butt in!”

“Because you were showin' off while everypony was in danger!”

“Well excuse me for wanting to make sure everypony knew how awesome I was!”

“Well excuse me for being humble and doing the job you were too busy showboating to do!”

“Oh yeah, Miss 'I can do everything all by myself''? I bet you even get laid all by yourself!”

Applejack's eyes flared as she snorted a plume of steam and her face began to burn a deep shade of red.

“That ain't none of your business!” she roared. “And fer your information, ah don't recall you ever chasing any tail with that tight flank o' yours!”

With those words, the flames that burned inside Applejack's face spread to Rainbow Dash's as her wings fanned out.

“You wanna bet?!” she yelled back, her ruby eyes staring daggers into Applejack's lime irises.

“Ah don't have to bet! Ah know for a fact that even Twilight could get more tail than y-”

Suddenly, Applejack's throat seemed to dry. The mention of Twilight made her stop dead in her tracks as she just stared at Rainbow Dash. She stared at her body, and how it was coated in sweat and mud. How her hooves were caked with muck and her body smelt of sweet, sweet, exertion. She could hear Twilight's dulcet giggles echoing in her head as she stared down between Rainbow's legs, admiring the musk of athletic perfection that was oh so delicately wafting towards her.

The farm pony began to feel inebriated by the scent as her legs began to tingle. Rainbow Dash cocked her head, and she responded in kind. They stared into each others' eyes as Applejack began to crouch, licking her lips.

“Uh, Applejack?” Rainbow Dash asked, beginning to backpedal in worry as her cheeks burned brighter. “Why are you giving me that look?”

Applejack simply continued her advance, and before Rainbow Dash could repeat herself or run away, she found herself tackled onto the ground as her rival attempted to root her face right in between her legs. Rainbow Dash nearly keeled over as heat began to build just beneath her belly. Something about the way that Applejack was touching her nethers with her mouth made her simply want to give in and embrace the euphoria, but in moments time managed to regain her senses and looked to Applejack with shock as she attempted to roll atop her.

“AJ!” she shouted. “What's the big idea?! Get off of me!”

Rainbow Dash managed to kick Applejack's muzzle off of her marehood and attempted to try and fly as fast and as far as she could from her. However, as she tried to take off, a rope began to hook itself around her waist, causing her to lose speed. She tried to overpower Applejack, but even with the advantage of being aerial, Applejack's strong jaws allowed her to grip the rope as tight as she could, eventually yanking down hard, the rope clinching against her wings, causing her plummet, her back hitting hard soil as she felt her lungs empty, freezing her body in place as her back arched upward.

Like a hunter, Applejack pounced upon her quarry, her lime eyes replaced with two big hearts as she began to tie ropes around Rainbow's stiffened legs, dragging her still form across the dirt into a more secluded part of the orchard, wrapping the lengths across their trunks as she tied them meticulously. With each knot, Rainbow's form was spread further and further out, her legs spreading more and more apart, baring everything she had to the apple farmer as she slowly began to regain her breath.

“Applejack, I don't know what's going on,” she panted, trying to strain against the ropes that suspended her amongst the trees. “But if you just let me down, I'm sure we can work something out!”

Applejack didn't seem to be listening as she walked across the four trees to examine Rainbow's body from all angles.

“Um, somepony might see us!” Dash whimpered, trying the ropes as hard as she could. “Yeah, Big Mac and Apple Bloom are probably around somewhere, right?! And, uh, I could totally do it some other time! But...I've got this...big storm front! Yeah! Gotta move it over the Everfree, and ya know how much of hassle that can be!...Right?...AJ?”

In spite of the mention of her kin, Applejack was still unfazed as she moved to the center of her makeshift equine hammock, feeling across Rainbow's sleek hide. She glided her orange hooves over Rainbow's sweaty coat , taking great pleasure at how smooth and wet it was as she brought her nose near it. Without a single care for how loudly she did so, she made a deep, long sniff, taking in her rival's salty musk.

Rainbow, meanwhile, wasn't sure how to interpret her predicament. In some respects, she felt powerless before the apple farmer as her wings were restrained to her sides and her legs were spread amongst the timber. She felt as if there was no escape from what was about to happen to her, as if she was going to become little more than some perverted toy. And yet, at that same time, did she even mind? Arguments and rivalries aside, Applejack was still a friend, and one whom she put a lot of trust into. Even if she wasn't completely there, was that such a bad thing? She'd never had this kind of experience before, and to share such an experience with a friend arguably enhanced the potential pleasure factor.

Applejack moved toward's Rainbow's head, taking a few breaths as she nibbled on her ears, her tongue caressing its fuzziness as she did so. Rainbow shuddered as she saw the hearts in Applejack's eyes, her rival's tongue caressing her flaming cheeks as she playfully nibbled at her neck. Before her tongue neared her chest, she felt a compulsion to speak again.

“AJ, what's gotten into you?” she shuddered, unable to struggle any further.

“Ah don't know, Rainbow,” Applejack huffed, her tongue hanging limply. “I just started talkin' about Twi, and that's all she wrote.”

Still entranced, Applejack began to drag her tongue down Rainbow Dash's chest, feeling every fiber tickle her rough taste buds. That salty taste of labor and toil enticed Applejack to keep at her task, suckling at one of the pegasus' hips, her lips curled around as she took in the patch of hair. She nibbled at the aquamarine hairs, savoring the flavor as she left a nice, red hickey on her flesh.

Slowly, her orange muzzle drifted lazily to her azure navel, her tongue rooting itself inside, causing Rainbow Dash to pant faster and more raggedly. She took pride in cleaning the dirt in her belly button, circling the inner rim as she felt Rainbow's warm breath on her mane, moaning to the rhythm. It was as if she were purifying her for the forthcoming ritual.

Her lips still hovering over Rainbow's blue hair, Applejack prepared for the moment of truth, licking her lips. Her mouth latched onto the pegasus' perky teats, her tongue teasing the tender nipple. Rainbow gasped as her hooves tried in vain to grasp Applejack's head, only to remain in place by the ropes.

Sadly, it seemed that the tomboy's tits were tapped, lacking any fluid or substance. Not that that would deter her, however. She took a moment to look into Rainbow Dash's eyes. Rainbow Dash stared back with worry and anticipation, sweat beading across her coat as she nodded nervously.

Her permission granted, she made a long, agonizing slurp against Rainbow's marehood, inciting a pathetic whimper from her throat. Slowly did it swirl across her pink lips, beginning to bring Rainbow into the proper state of arousal. Rainbow whined and whimpered like a starving dog, which only made Applejack slow down more and more.

Rainbow's juices were a mix of spice and fruit, forming a cocktail of unimaginable deliciousness. With each small gob that she lapped up, she became ever more addicted to its flavor. She feverishly drank her nectar like a thirsty hummingbird. Rainbow did little more than wriggle and moan, shunting her hips forward before Applejack. The two of them moaned in a machine-like rhythm, Rainbow's rainmaker mashing against Applejack's muzzle. The two leaned and rocked in an almost perfect synchronization, following only the beat of their hearts.

Of the two, Rainbow's heart was racing a mile a minute. She was riding the high of sexual exertion, and was loving every second of it. More and more, she mashed her pussy lips into Applejack's maw, hoping to have more of her rough tongue grace her womb. It kept digging into her crotch harder and faster, causing her to leak more and more of her juices before she just couldn't take any more!

Soon enough, Rainbow's body tensed up, her wings fanning out erect behind her. Her back arched upward as she let out a moan of such volume and pitch that it frightened away all the birds nearby. Her hot cum spurted into Applejack's wanting mouth as her pussy unfurled ever more to her rival. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, but also strangely at ease. She no longer seemed to care that she was tied up like this; She wanted more, and she could tell Applejack wanted the same.

No sooner after making her come, Applejack began to lower the ropes, making sure they didn't lose tension. Lower down the trunk the ropes went, spreading Rainbow wider out as she continued to look with hungry eyes. She had made Rainbow feel good, and she would sooner be damned than not get repaid in kind. She took a few breaths and smiled to Rainbow Dash, who was stuck in a face of joy. Then, she lowered her flanks to her.

Rainbow's thirst was eager to please as Applejack sat on her face. Carefully did she wriggle her snout in between her orange cheeks, splaying them enough to get a genuine taste of Applejack's juices. Applejack moaned as she spread her legs in reply, mashing her marehood into Rainbow Dash ever more. Rainbow Dash reciprocated by digging her face deeper, coaxing out more of Applejack's fruity cream with her tongue. Applejack shuddered, a wave of pleasure coursing through her veins. She felt the irresistible urge to return the favor to Rainbow Dash. With a lick of her lips, she dived between Rainbow's legs and set to work again, suckling on her puffy clit.

For a moment, Rainbow recoiled her face from Applejack, taking a deep breath to moan outwards again. The two of them were now joined together in a sixty-nine, eating each other out with glee. Rainbow worked her sloppy tongue across Applejack's gooey twat, nibbling the lips as she sought out the clitoris. Once her lips managed to find the swollen nub, she began to suckle the nub like a nursing foal, much to her partner's elation.

They retained this position for what felt like ages. Applejack's body slid and ground against Rainbow Dash's, the grains of their coats like two sheets of wet sandpaper as neither gave an inch of relent. It was the kind of physical intimacy that, in spite of how ephemeral it may appear to the voyeurs or the innocent wildlife, could last the participants an eternity. It was the kind of moment that went as fast or as slow as it pleased.

Then, in an instant, the climax came to both of them. A crashing wave of pleasure coursed through them both, expressed through the juices that erupted from between each other's hind legs, tantalizing their taste buds with the flavors of fruits and spices. The fluids coated their faces as they squirted into each other in a manner not dissimilar to the final spurts of a bottle of sunscreen. Their anguished cries of orgasm shook through the trees, rustling each and every leaf as the two fell limp.

Their ritual complete, Applejack dismounted her friend, licking the last dollops of cream off of her face as she untied her.

Her legs having been splayed and her wings still erect, Rainbow Dash had a rather hard time righting herself. While it felt good to make amends, even in such a weird way, something still felt off about what happened. Not but a few moments ago, the two of them were at each others' throats, and yet the minute Applejack mentioned Twilight, she immediately dropped all of that and started trying to swallow her groin. Something was clearly up, and she decided to look for answers.

Like wobbly bolt, she ambled off to Twilight, much to Applejack's dismay.

“Rainbow!” she cried out. “Where ya goin'?!”

Rainbow shouted back, “I gotta go see Twilight!”

And so did Rainbow's silhouette disappear into the sunset.

Twilight Sparkled seemed to be seriously ecstatic today. Her attention was drawn to a rudimentary checklist she had fashioned with her and her friends' names placed on it. She chuckled eagerly as she marked herself and Rarity down.

“Using Fleur to bait Rarity was all too easy,” she noted with a giggle. “And with that little imprint I left in Applejack's little head, she'll have done her duty and still be none the wiser. Soon, little Dashie will fall right into my hooves, and the rest will fall like dominoes.”

A knock came to her door while she plotted. Twilight made sure to loosen her robes before she answered the door, wearing a false grin.

“Twilight!” Rainbow panted, dripping with sweat. “Thank goodness you're here! I gotta talk to you.”

“Oh?” Twilight coyly quipped as she invited Rainbow inside, shutting the door. “About what?”

“Me and Applejack got into this argument,” Rainbow Dash replied, “Then, when she brought your name up, she went crazy and started touching me with her tongue!”

“I see...” Twilight swooned, continuing her facade.

As Rainbow caught her breath, she became more acutely aware of what Twilight was wearing, tilting her head.

“Uh, Twi?” She asked, her eyes giving the egghead a quick once over. “What's with the robes? Are you a part of some secret club?”

Twilight bit her lip as she began to feel Lilith's essence brewing inside her again.

“You could call it that...” She hissed, feeling a familiar sensation growing in her loins. “It's really more of a cult.”

Under any other circumstances, she would have damned herself for exposing such a secret as this. But this time was different. This time, she wanted to feel the heat and pressure in her loins. She wanted Lilith's power to flow through her as it did with Fluer and Rarity. She wanted to feel like a scion of sexual desire, and welcomed the tugging in her groin with an opened mind.

What followed were the whispers of a silken voice parked inside her subconscious.

“That's it, Twilight,” it whispered so sweetly in her ear. “Let the lust flow through you. Let it change you. Let it liberate you.”

“A cult?” Rainbow Dash asked, backing near the door. “Twilight, are you feeling alright?”

For a moment, Twilight was still, her legs wobbling as she felt Lilith's energies ebb and flow. She relished her elongating clitoris for a few moments as she let out a few quiet moans. Then, as her shaft finished growing out from her, she fluttered her eyes open. Both her penis and her irises were taken by a distinct magenta glow as she allowed this dark magic to flow freely through her.

“Oh, I'm more than fine, Rainbow Dash,” she sighed with glee as she let her pupils expand. “I'm fantastic.”

As Rainbow's eyes stared into the magenta glow of Twilight's changing self, she felt compelled to hold her tongue. No longer did the pegasus desire to leave the building as quickly as possible. Instead, she was transfixed by her changed friend's gaze, her wings becoming stiff as boards as she beheld her glorious cock.

“You see, my dear Rainbow,” Twilight hummed, her inner thighs convulsing as her glow persisted, “Ever since my coronation, I've been—thinking about what being a princess entails.” She continued onward with wobbling steps and halting breaths as her pleasure built up pressure.

“Since my—mmm—my books weren't telling me much, I decided—to go to the source,” she went on, circling her friend and whispering into her ear. “I decided to—write to Princess Celestia, but I got—fff—form-lettered.” She decided to sit down, reaching a hoof down between her thighs to stir her pulsing pussy.

“I decided to—have a look outside to clear my head, and I found a—mmm—a mare wearing a dark robe just walking on the streets.” Twilight stopped a moment, hissing as she took a deep moan, her whole body practically roasting. “Curious, I followed her, and eventually, she—ah—she lead me to a place I'd never expect to find.” She rocked her head back a moment, coaxing out more of the sweet energies from her snatch. “And–and—UNH!” Her rear legs buckled as her pussy convulsed, gushing hot, steamy juices onto her hoof as the rest dribbled onto the wooden floor. For a moment, she basked in the afterglow, admiring the wetness that now covered her right hoof.

“And what I found,” she giggled, tasting her own creation with an audible hum, “Was simply amazing.”

Twilight resumed pacing around Rainbow, wiping the rest of her excretions on her chest as she went along.

“Princess Celestia had made and inducted me into a cult called the Coalition of Illicit Love,” she murmured, stopping at her friend's back. “We are an order that pays homage to Lilith, the goddess of love and debauchery, and our efforts are repaid with glorious boons!”

Twilight dragged her hooves across Rainbow's stiffened wings, admiring the bone structure as she nibbled on one of them playfully.

“Ever since, I've been tasked with the simple mission of spreading Her gospel to my dearest friends.” Twilight's muzzle descended to Rainbow Dash, almost nuzzling her neck. “And I'm getting quite good at it,” she whispered, nibbling on the tip of her ear. “I've already managed to convert Rarity, and thanks to a little bit of mental imprinting, Applejack will soon join her.” She paused, simply breathing short, raspy breaths as Lilith's power continued to flow through her loins, almost as if it were wanting her to be as terse, yet as revealing as possible. She stepped back a moment later as she felt a massive surge over power rush through her loins, soliciting another moan from her throat.

“But for now,” she groaned, her magic blinking away her robe in reflex, “You'll serve my needs well enough.”

Following this declaration, Rainbow Dash looked behind her, awestruck at what she was to bear witness to.

Twilight's cock and twat, along with her horn and eyes, glowed a brilliant magenta sheen. This radiance began to spill out onto the floor as her legs tingled, sending more juices flooding into the floor which soaked into the wood. She knelt down, as if presenting herself to the goddess whose energies she was tapping into. Pleasure practically poured from her body as she felt several lurching masses lash out from within her womb. Six fuchsia forms flopped out behind her, wriggling and wiggling as they became cognizant. All the while, Twilight's voice began to echo, another, deeper voice harmonizing with her own. Her hide began to darken into a deeper shade of mulberry, her body outlined with that same magenta aura.

Soon, the two voices sighed as one, and Lilith's eyes opened as she now assumed more direct control over Twilight. One of her newly grown tentacles reached to touch her, to which she replied by briefly nuzzling its tip.

“My, it's certainly been a while since I've had the chance to walk in somepony's horseshoes,” Lilith murmured, admiring her new body. “Normally, I'd prefer having a nice pair of hands to work with, but I can make do.”

Rainbow Dash, now somewhat freed of Twilight's stupefying gaze, shuddered at the sight of the mare who called herself Lilith, trying to back away. Her advance was slowed, however, by a pair of tentacles wrapping around her legs, dragging her back toward the debauched deity.

“W-what have you done with Twilight?!” Rainbow whimpered, trying to break free, but utterly failing.

“Oh, don't worry, my dear pegasus,” Lilith whispered back. “Twilight's still here; I'm just borrowing her body for a little while.”

“Borrowing? More like outright stealing!” Rainbow barked back, still struggling to break the snare of Lilith's lashes.

“Such language, Rainbow!” the goddess gasped, giggling afterward. “I suppose she forgot to tell you one little detail about me.” With a single thought, the tentacles snapped taut, spreading Rainbow's legs out before Lilith as she was laid prone and vulnerable. “With every praise of me that's sung, and every word that everypony in my order speaks of me, it fills them with insatiable lust, and boundless amounts of perverse power. Their piety strengthens their bond with me, and allows me to grant them these grand blessings in exchange.”

The tentacles began to drag Rainbow's mouth towards Lilith's throbbing member, some even working to pry open her mouth.

“Twilight was a particularly pious pony,” she chuckled, raising Rainbow's head so that their eyes met. “I really should thank you for being so patient with her; it gave her plenty of energy for me to use. So now, I'm going to make you an offer you can't possibly refuse.”

Lilith's eyes shut for a few moments before opening anew with a fierce fuchsia flame.

“Swear an oath of loyalty to me, and I'll make sure little Twily goes free,” she demanded, spreading her captor's legs ever more taut. “She's been bestowed with power, and you will be, too. But first, I must take your virginity from you.”

Rainbow, seeing no other recourse, nodded, her face just centimeters away from Lilith's pulsing penis.

“Good girl,” she said with a smile. “Know the desire to be entered, to use your body to coax the essence of life until it fills you and creates life.”

Needing no instruction, Rainbow wrapped her lips around Lilith's sheathe. Her tongue dug its way inside, Lilith responding with a hoof to the back of her head. As Rainbow serviced Lilith's shaft, Lilith's tentacles worked their way behind Rainbow, two of them holding her legs apart while another began to crawl between Rainbow's teats. With care, she pulled apart the flayed lips of the pegasus' pussy, the slimy mass contorting and twisting to fit the small space given.

“My, you're a tight one, aren't you?” Lilith laughed, beginning to trust with gusto. “And so soft, as well! I'm going to enjoy being inside of you...”

Rainbow didn't struggle. She couldn't; she was placed under an oath, and as the Element of Loyalty she was obligated twofold to make good of it. She was barely able to moan or cry, her noises choked by the cock that was inside of her mouth. Lilith thrust with ever greater intensity and ferocity, almost forcing the length of flesh into her throat as another tentacle slowly bore its way into the azure mare's anus. With each stroke, Lilith desired more and more to subjugate the pegasus and fill her to the brim with her own dark essence.

And yet, for a moment, she gave her captive a reprieve so that she would be able to breathe. The action halted for a few a few short seconds as the Pegasus was given pause. Her throat rattled out raspy breaths as she cleared her throat with a few hacking coughs. This reprieve was brief, however, as soon after, she found her lips wrapped around her dick anew, the tentacles continuing their penetration with much gusto.

Not long after they resumed, Lilith's body tensed. Lumps began to travel from her twat through the two tentacles wedged in Rainbow's rear. Her asshole began to pucker and she felt the moment coming. Rainbow's body stiffened to an almost statue-like hardness as her eyes softened and shut. Soon, the both of them came, hot juices pouring into each of Rainbow's orifices. Rainbow nearly choked in the initial burst of semen that slithered into her esophagus, but managed to gulp the second and third volleys in quick succession. Dark energies poured into the pegasus' body, filling her with a perverse essence that overwhelmed her own. With a slow, tender jerk, Lilith pulled away her penis, with her tentacles following suit shortly thereafter.

“My, that was fun,” Lilith cooed as she watched her mate flop onto the floor. “I hate to fuck and run, darling, but I'm afraid I have to let little Twily rest.” She bent down for a moment, kissing Rainbow's forehead for long enough to leave a distinct mark. “You owe your service to me now, dear. Once I have a body of my own, you'll be able to fulfill your onus.”

It was then that the glow around Lilith dimmed. The coat of her host turned bright again. Tentacles retreated back inside of her twat as her cock did likewise to the clitoris. The echo of her voice returned to the quiet whimpers of Twilight Sparkle, and the rest of her body fell a quiet heap as the both of them heaved magenta-tinted breaths.

Three of the Elements of Harmony were now wrapped in the coil of sin, and soon a fourth would join them.

Author's Note

I'd like to give a shout-out to Soaking Wet, whose work, The Goddess Within helped inspire the latter half of this chapter.

As my blog post explained, I'm having a nasty bout with Writer's Block, so please, bear with me while I take a break to recharge.

Chapter 4: Morning Harvest

Evening had fallen not long after the tryst Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash shared. Both of them had been given a taste of Lilith's unholy powers that dusk. Untapped pools of beautifully naughty energy had entered their bodies, driving their minds to indulge in the ecstasy it provided. Twilight had become blessed with her first great boon from Lilith, and the aftermath of her blessing still coursed through her body. If there had been more of it for her to use, she would've eagerly bucked Dashie's brains out.

But, there was no time for that right now. Now, it was time to report her progress to her doting mistress and plan her next big score.

Soon after regaining her senses, Twilight donned her leather robes anew, making sure that they were free of creases and that they could cover Twilight's exertions. She didn't even feel like bothering to wash away the juices that had begun to dry on her coat. To her, the course patches of cum that had begun to dot her coat were a badge of honor. The memory of what she'd done had began to seep back to her. Lilith had taken her body for a joyride, and awakened powers within her she didn't know she had. With this power, she had her first true taste of intercourse.

And it tasted sweet.

As Twilight took a deep sniff of the stank that filled the room, she exhaled a contented sigh still tinted with magenta. “I love the smell of aftersex in the evening,” she hummed as she smiled at her cum-coated self in the mirror. “It smells like...victory.”

Still working on restoring her proper footing, she quickly looked for some way to restrain and conceal her converted companion. With a few bits of lace, a trash bag, and a bit of elbow grease, she fashioned a body bag to hide Rainbow away in. She made sure to cut a few holes so that her dear friend could breathe. After all, no good could come of a new initiate being welcomed with most of her breath already taken away.

She took a look outside, making sure that the night was young and the streets were clear. To both, the answer was “yes”. A dim glow of moonlight and street lamps was all that illuminated the area. Sparse shadows cantered in the cover of darkness. The smell of sweet, lusty exertion hung in the air. This was the signal that the congregation was soon to begin.

Sparing no time to lift Rainbow onto her back, Twilight soon joined her happy herd. The sounds of muted whimpers from her fellow cultists rang like a sweet melody in her ears as she raised her hood. She was so new to this world of sensual delights, yet it all seemed so...familiar to her. The feeling of magic caressing her crotch was one matched by little else. One of her fellows cast a spell upon her loins which began to tickle and diddle them. As Twilight joined the moaning chorus, her eyes drifted down to the source of the stimulation.

A blue shimmer reverberated against her cunt. It shimmered like diamonds and massaged her mound with a tickling sensation that caused it to weep teeny modicums of juice. It seemed as gentle as a mother's touch, yet showed no relent in its intensity. Delicate strokes of such magnitude could only be the work of one mare. As her cock began to emerge where her clitoris would have been, she discovered who that mare was.

“Rarity?” Twilight whispered as she felt a yanking sensation on her penis. “You're the one doing this?”

“But—mmm—of course, darling!” Rarity squealed, her own family jewels blossoming as well. “I thought I'd repay you for the good you did for me not long ago! After all, children of Lilith should look out for each other, shouldn't they?” Her eyes noticed the bag upon Twilight's back, cringing at how base it looked. “What's in that appalling bag, Twilight?”

“Oh, nothing special...” Twilight swooned coyly. “Just our newest member, whom Lilith herself helped me capture.”

“Lilith?” Rarity questioned curiously. “But I thought she wasn't yet complete.”

“She isn't,” Twilight chuckled haltingly. “But recently—oh—I learned that the more I talk about the cult and Lilith to anypony, the more Lilith reaches out to me. I told Rainbow Dash what we were all about, and I started hearing her. She had my lust flow through me, had it change me, had it liberate me. Then, when I followed her orders, I felt her inside me! I felt this...rush. It changed me, Rarity. I'm only starting to remember how, but it changed me. I felt these things come out from between my flanks, and I used them to buck Rainbow so hard, we both ended up passing out!”

A silence soon followed before Rarity chuckled shyly.

“It sounds like what happened to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the night after you reintroduced me to Fleur—and to the wonders of carnality, I should add—I had a very interesting dream. I dreamed I was lying in a beach of opalescent sand. It was hot, and I had neither a parasol nor a towel to comfort me. Then, all of a sudden, as the waves began to lap at me, they turned white. White as the semen that I'd washed off when I got home. It began to stick to the shore near me. Then, it started becoming cognizant and lurched its way inside of me. All that heat was dissipating like mad, and I came shortly after.

“But for some reason, when I did, the coming never ended. It just kept going. I was feeling everlasting orgasm, yet at the same time, I could control it all. The length of the orgasm itself, the volume of juices and cum I spurt out, the amount of pleasure that spills across my body. I could even orgasm on my own command, if I wanted. That wasn't the strangest part. I could make every last drop of it into a suit, or even cover my whole body in it. That wasn't the strangest part, either. The strangest part was that I could feel every last sperm in my pool of semen. I could hear their cries to be used and helpful. I could single out even a single solitary one, and even hold some conversation.

“Then, once all my discovery was over, I saw something else lurch from that white, gooey ocean. A slender figure that stood upon two legs, and had slim, split hooves that let her touch every last curve of her beautiful body. She was a definitely feminine figure, yet bore genitalia of both genders. Most of her body was completely white—with a few translucent splotches dotting her fluid skin—bearing a striking pair of bright, glowing, magenta eyes. She complimented how even my body could be generous, and told me that as a gift for my service, I could take control of the forbidden fluids in anypony's body, including my own. She wished me good tidings, and before I could ask her anything, she disappeared back from whence she came.

“Then, I woke in my bed with an absolutely massive stain in my sheets. Perhaps the most awkward morning in my life, to be perfectly honest. If I were to guess rightly—and mind you, this is only a theory—that white figure must have been Lilith.”

Twilight's was dumbstruck by the story Rarity regaled her with. She'd had vivid dreams in the past, but never of that sort of detail and volume, least of all a wet dream.

“That's amazing, Rarity!” She quietly exclaimed. “She's blessed you, too!”

“Which only makes me wonder what will become of our dear Rainbow Dash soon,” Rarity wondered aloud. “After all, whatever her boons must be, Lilith seems to grant them according to some form of context. You got yours through piety, and I got mine through just being an ostensibly generous partner.”

“I'm sure we'll figure out Rainbow's soon enough,” Twilight replied with a curt smile.

Soon enough, they reached their secret sanctuary of sexual delights.

Business in the COIL compound was as usual. Ponies of all genders bucking each other with reckless abandon. Some were simply stroking their cocks with magic or hooves. Others were licking and kissing them. and others still were stuffing their plots gleefully with them. A rich haze of sexual exertions hung in the air, and the orchestra of moans vibrated the walls.

Twilight and Rarity arrived just in time to catch the conclusion of another round of orgasm, narrowly evading several spurts of cream that shot from their fellow cultists. A few rogue strands hit the flanks and faces of others, but through some miracle, Rarity, Twilight, and their soon to be newest member were the most immaculate of the congregation. Rarity pouted as she saw how clean she remained, while Twilight simply giggled.

“What a shame,” Rarity sighed wistfully. “It seems we've missed out on the fun!”

No sooner than Rarity's complaint had rung in the ears of so many, their heads turned towards them, with a flourish of a pair of alabaster wings abating their gaze.

“Ah, it's good to see you, my dearest friends,” Princess Celestia hummed, nuzzling them both. She gave a probing sniff to Twilight, inhaling the musk that still steamed from her body. “Oh my... What might this lovely stench you're wearing, Twilight?”

“You wouldn't believe us,” Rarity said as she slipped out from her leather garments, wiggling her rear teasingly to her peers.

“Given what we do here, I'd be inclined to disagree,” Celestia replied. “As High Priestess, I'm inclined to believe in any of the deeds we do for Lilith.”

The two of them blushed as Twilight also undressed. Celestia's eyes glimmered as she saw the loose strands of matted hair on her coat, and her brow quirked at the still magenta-tinted exhaust from Twilight's breaths. The high priestess took one of the few dollops of juice that had not yet dried and licked it curiously.

“That's part of the reason we're here, Princess – I mean – High Priestess Celestia,” Twilight stammered, trying to control her urges as the haze of much humping clouded around her. “Somehow, Lilith was able to reach out to us. As hard as it is to believe, she blessed us both not too long ago.”

The high priestess cocked her head. “Blessed? How so?”

Twilight looked to Rarity with a tentative glance. She was still fresh into her sexual liberation, and the nature of her blessing made the act of its revelation seem that much more embarrassing. And yet, at the same time, it felt all the more titillating. She internally steadied herself before shutting her eyes and nodding to her friend, fanning her legs out to bring her pussy into total view. Rarity, needing no verbal instruction, began to focus her magic and cast a blue light upon her.

With a moan of delighted anguish, Twilight immediately felt her pleasure spark like the kindle of a flame. The magenta aura began to return as she felt those familiar fleshy flogs return anew, lurching from behind her. Her cunt wept like a fountain as the sheathe of her cock almost seemed to spring out from her. The sudden, yanking pain practically made her scream, yet at the same time fanned the fires of her loins even more. She was Rarity's puppet now, with the seed in her cock and the juices seeping from her pussy acting as the strings, the tentacles moving of their own accord towards Celestia.

The royal priestess was equal parts awed, titillated, and shocked by this display. Soon enough, the seamstress's carnal cantrip spread to her own loins as well, causing her to replicate her graduate student's perverse prostration. Then, to her surprise, the once cognizant tentacles were seized in the same blue light, turning the energy into a deep indigo as they surged toward her. Two kept her legs spread as one shot into her royal bum, whilst the other began to engulf her cock.

Twilight was practically mortified by the action she was committing. It was so wrong, and yet it felt so right. Reduced to a puppet, Rarity had complete agency over her body. She was fucking her former proctor, and she could neither change her pace nor disengage. As the two's eyes met, she was at first beyond any words. All that came from her mouth were moans of horrified pleasure as Rarity slowly began to grind herself against her friend's rear.

But to the surprise of everypony, she was not even close to done.

Rarity soon managed to make contact with Twilight's horn with that of her own, and used hers as a catalyst for an ever stronger magic. Virulently, her mystic molestation spread across the entirety of the compound, reducing the whole room to little more than a well of white noise. Mares, stallions, and all those in between quivered, their legs buckling beneath them as precum and other juices began to flow. The magic had complete control of them. They were all at the mercy of a single mare, and that mare couldn't be happier to hold the reins.

In any other circumstance, Rarity would find such unabashed bawdiness to be deplorable. That Rarity was gone now, pushed away to the darkest corners of her mind. This new Rarity wanted to get wet. She wanted to make everypony in the room orgasm with her, and she wasn't going to make it easy for them. She wanted them moan. She wanted them to whine. She wanted them to beg, plead, and fucking cry for release.

And, of course, in her infinite generosity, she would heed their prayers.

As if she'd been doing it her whole life, Rarity spread the final iotas of her spell to her own nether regions, biting her lip as she did so. Fluids bubbled and ebbed from her loins as she pulled along the invisible strings that surrounded her. Carefully, she positioned them all so that they would assuredly paint the room with their juices. Then, with all her subjects collected in a mass like Hydrogen in a burning star, she went supernova. A final outpouring of magic crossed between the two unicorns' horns as both of them neared the edge.

From that point, an epic cacophony sounded. As if their cocks were a series of rifles, cum shot from the endowed mares and stallions, streams of semen crossing and splashing as feminine juices streamed like spring water. Dying moans and whimpers filled the room as Rarity closed her eyes, embracing the chaos she had created with a tongue proudly sticking out. As if a bomb had exploded inside of a paint can, the inside of the compound was coated in a layer of cum, much of it covering the mares and stallions across the room, a few rogue drops caressing the seamstress's tongue.

When the afterglow set in, Rarity opened her eyes. The massive amounts of cum that coated the room seemed to glow with a magenta aura. The violet-maned mare rubbed a hoof by one of the loose strands to collect a dollop for her to taste. As her tongue touched her hoof, she hummed at the wonderfully sweet tastes that fizzed on her tongue. As she eyed Celestia, she gave a curt chuckle. “Was that an adequate demonstration?”

The princess coughed for a moment, making sure the liquid didn't get in her eyes as she brushed her pink mane away from her face. She shared a thousand meter stare with her comrade in carnality. “Yes; I believe that will be all I need to see.”

“But what about her?” Rarity asked, pointing to a gray mare that had been seated in the corner, quiet as a church mouse as her eyes looked in two separate directions.

“You needn't worry about her, Rarity,” Celestia insured, going over to pat the wall-eyed mare on the head. “She's only a kindly stray that we gave the privilege of being our messenger. She's harmless.”

“If you say so,” Rarity sighed, rolling her eyes. “I might as well help with the cleaning.”

“But it's everywhere!”

Rarity gave a cocky grin and lit her horn. “Not a problem.”

A small blue ball appeared above the open cauldron, acting as a sort of magnet to absorb the juices, drawing them all into a central point. Soon, an orb formed above the black iron construct, leaking down into it. It was like watching a ball of white chocolate melt down, trickling more and more. Just watching it dribble down made Rarity want to do it all over again. But for now, she was content with her work.

“Consider it my tribute to Lilith, Princess,” Rarity said with a smile. “Now, then, I believe Twilight had something for you.”

“Oh?” Celestia hummed, staggering onto her hooves. “And what might that be?”

Twilight's eyes shot wide as she recalled why she was there in the first place. She quickly got to her hooves and worked to freeing her forgotten friend from her black plastic prison. She then gripped the bag in her magic like a sheet and cleared her throat.

“Princess, may I present our newest member, Rainbow Dash!” The purple princess proclaimed, flinging the black bag off of her friend with a flick of her horn.

The pegasus shot out from the plastic prison with deep gasps. In spite Twilight cutting holes in the bag, she still seemed out of breath. Furthermore, she appeared to be melting. Sweat was typically not uncommon with Rainbow Dash, but here, she seemed like a wax statue. More and more, her flesh began to slough off into a liquid emulsion, slowly becoming a sentient blob of goo.

“Are you sure that's Rainbow Dash?” Celestia asked. “I don't think she looks well.”

“What are you talking about?” Rainbow asked in reply. “I feel fine!”

“That may be, but you appear to be melting, dear.” Rarity remarked, chuckling a bit.

Curious, Rainbow Dash reached a hoof down to her marehood to attempt to confirm her peers' fears. As she felt that tingle of moist satisfaction, her body seemed to ripple like gelatin. Though many of her colors were still there, her body appeared to be much more featureless. She looked more of a melting statue of herself than the genuine article.

“How did you manage this?” Celestia asked, unsure of what she was seeing.

“That's... kind of why I'm here...” Twilight replied, downcast. “It involves Applejack.”

Celestia quirked an eyebrow.

“See, I knew I couldn't get to Rainbow Dash directly, so I decided to use a proxy. I planted a suggestive trigger inside Applejack's mind, which goes off whenever my name is mentioned. Because of this, I'm not sure if I can go to convert her like I did her, because I'd just have her jumping my bones right out of the gate. So, I was wondering if you could maybe talk to her and clear the air?”

The princess gave her student's words pause for thought. The prospect was risky, but intriguing at the same time. As she gave a passing glance to Rainbow Dash's masturbation, a demure grin came to her face.

“Very well, Twilight,” she said, rubbing a hoof through her mane. “I'll head to Sweet Apple Acres come tomorrow.” As she walked by Twilight, her tail flapped across her face, some of the dried cum sticking to her face. “For now, let's make sure our new friend enjoys safely.”

As if on cue, Rainbow tensed up, a gush of rainbow-colored cum spilled out onto the floor. A puddle of ever changing color pooled beneath her loins, lapping at their hooves. As Twilight gazed into it, she simply looked deadpan to Celestia.

“I think she's going to be just fine.”

As morning dawned and Applejack set to work, the farmer mare couldn't help but feel a nagging sensation bug her. She couldn't seem to get the fleeting memories of yesterday out of her head. Images of Rainbow Dash appeared in her head, and a word seemed to tingle on her tongue. She tried to ignore it and go to apple bucking, but for some reason, it just kept appearing. She just couldn't seem to recall what happened at all. Only fading memories appeared in her conscience.

That was, until Celestia appeared before her.

“Princess!” Applejack exclaimed, bowing out of instinct. “What are you doin' here?”

“Oh, nothing serious,” the Princess replied. “I just wanted to talk to you about a certain someone.”

“Ya mean Tw—” Applejack stopped herself for a moment. Something spiked in her, and she didn't want to exacerbate it.

“I think you mean...” Celestia hummed, leaning in to whisper to Applejack ear. “Twilight?”

There was that name again. It rang stagnant in her ear and sent another wave of warm pressure to her loins. She saw those familiar images flood her mind again, and she nearly keeled over to the encroaching pleasure. She couldn't help but stare up to Princess Celestia, whimpering like a dog as her legs buckled.

“Do you...” she panted, visibly sweating. “Know anything about this?”

Celestia gave the most impish giggle she could muster and kept near Applejack's ear.

“Oh, I know exactly what dear Twilight has done,” she said, putting heavy emphasis upon her student's name. She now possessed a particularly potent form of torture, and she was going to use it to the absolute fullest to secure her new bounty. “Twilight told me that she wouldn't be able to get Rainbow Dash on her own, so Twilight decided to put a little something in your head that makes you become very horny whenever you say the name 'Twilight'.”

Applejack was practically writhing in sexual agony. Every mention of that mare's name made her loins tingle and her legs buckle. Her pussy looked as if it was melting, leaking more and more apple-scented cum as the princess prodded her with that word like a cattle brand. She was reduced to nothing but moans and whimpers, struggling to get back to her hooves. Yet it wouldn't stop. The princess all but taunted her with that name, and its hypnotic spell began to block out all but the most primal of messages in her head. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her whole body burned with searing pleasure.

She began to see ropes all around her, just waiting to restrain that impertinent princess and buck her until her body couldn't hold itself up. She saw Her Royal Majesty's member stretching from her clit, and knew that it had to be hers. The urge was building in her like a kindling flame, and it soon roared across her body. It boiled away her conscience, and before she knew, it, a rope dangled between her hooves, and she stared down Celestia with hungry eyes.

As soon as she couldn't take Celestia's name dropping, Applejack lunged at her with an almost feral ferocity. Like a jaguar, she pounced on the princess, making sure that she could keep her down. She felt some sort of vigor flow through her legs, endowing her with the capacity to keep the large mare pinned down as she tied her legs apart. Years of consistent wrangling had made it incredibly easy for her to restrain just about any creature that tried to wander off or stampede on her land. It was a skill that was practically embedded into her subconscious, and it showed as she spread the white mare's body out before her.

"Ah can't take it anymore," she panted, her eyes drifting down to the black stiffness of her sovereign's erect shaft. "Every time you go sayin' her name, it just makes me wanna buck the nearest thing ah can find!” A wicked, almost livid smile crept along her face as her pupils shrunk “And since you're closest thing around here, ah guess that means you're it.”

And yet, even with such insane words passing her ears, Celestia wasn't shocked. She wasn't even perturbed. Instead, she was marveling at that familiar aura shimmering off her body, and how its color blended so neatly with the golden morning sun. She knew fully well what she was doing, after all. The mare straddling her body was akin to a bottle of sparkling apple cider. Such abuse of the mare's curse had begun to shake her up, and now she was going to give her the chance to burst.

Applejack lifted herself up with one hoof while she used the other to guide the princess' pristine penis near her pussy. As its head mushed against her marehood, she hissed with pleasure. Then, with a deep breath and a steady hoof, she guided it inside, gasping as it penetrated her, the searing heat of the solar mare's shaft filling her pussy. And yet, such heat didn't bother her. She didn't even flinch. Instead, it only served to fan the fires of her lust and pushed her to keep going.

With an uncanny skill, Applejack began to shunt her hips forward and back, humping her with a determined kind of vigor. Her body steamed with sweat, her breaths hot and heavy as she began to grind her body against Her Royal Highness's coat. The two soon made eye contact as the apple farmer pulled the princess in for a kiss. Applejack probed her mouth with gusto, scraping over her teeth and tangoing with her tongue. With her body already full of lust, the Geas slipped into Applejack with little effort as she sucked on her bottom lip. Then, once their kiss was broken, she resumed her cowgirl stance.

Normally, most ponies could only stay upright like this for a few seconds. And yet, Applejack could remain in such a state as if she'd not exerted herself at all. Sure, her body was steaming on the outside and aflame within, but she seemed to be going at it like a locomotive. The inside of her body was like a steam engine, the heat of her body burning the coals of her lust and steaming like exhaust. She seemed to be able to keep going indefinitely, and Celestia was in gleeful bliss as she thrust her hips as well.

She could feel her cock priming itself again, a new load of semen loading itself as the heat began to intensify. She was on cloud nine, moaning audibly as she felt her asshole pucker. Then, with an almost perfect synchronization, Applejack thrust down just as Celestia thrust up, the two of them feeling the power of orgasm rock their body. Applejack's cunt began to squirt as Celestia's seed shot into her. The two let out a deep, passionate moan , Applejack holding her up for a kiss.

“Ah can't believe it...” Applejack panted, looking at her hooves. “All this strength...all this power... And I ain't even winded!”

“That, my dear, is the power of Lilith at work,” Celestia giggled. “She bestows all of her followers with her power, and frees them of inhibitions and taboos. All through the power of her Erotomancy. Like Lilith herself, it is a magic that doesn't restrain itself to gender, age, or species. All are able to cast it, so long as they open their minds and hearts to its power.”

Applejack wasn't listening to Celestia's lecture as she eased herself off of her royal erection. She was too entranced by both the film of fluid around the dick, and by the dick she herself was growing. Fluid seeped between her thighs, and she looked half-lidded beneath her, seeing a pristine pearly pussy just ripe for the rutting. It was barely even wet, yet it lured her. Her first order of business, however, was to enjoy the concoction she'd made Celestia's cock. She dipped down to lick the slimy skin, sucking it into her mouth as she began to lube up one of her hooves with her own wet pussy. Celestia simply leaned back, trying the ropes with a smile. She had a few tricks of her own left to implement, and she was merely biding her time for now.

With a slurp, the monochrome hunk of meat was sucked into Applejack's mouth, her tongue circling around its circumference. As she wormed it around, savoring the musk the two had made together, she began to nudge the royal labia with her wet hoof, much to Celestia's continued delight. “That's it, Applejack... Feel her power course through you and guide your body. Let your lust see you to bliss,” she sighed, her head leaning further back as her horn began to touch the dirt.

Applejack didn't heed her as she pressed on, lifting her lips up to lick the tip clean of the last bits of cum before retracting her neck with a sigh. She gulped as she steadied Celestia's amazonian thighs, preparing to stick her dick between those massive, pouting lips. With a deep breath, she thrust her hips forward, feeling the warm embrace of princess pussy. Again, Celestia remained eerily calm as she moaned out, her tongue rolling out. She reciprocated her rutting with a thrusting from her thighs, her ass mashing into the dirt as her wings fanned out, locking in place. Applejack bucked into her with the fury of a lion, and as she undid her ponytail, her mane even looked like one. She rode roughshod into that royal plot, and judging by the way Celestia's face was curling up, she was enjoying it. The folds of her pussy gripped onto the ribs of her erection and made her squirm with delight.

Then the feeling of orgasm sneaked up on her like a hunter in the night. A whole new feeling of warmth spread out from her loins as she felt it tense up, spilling out into a liquid warmth across her lap as Celestia squealed like a pig. A hush fell over them both as they simply panted out, their sweat further muddying the ground. There were two more things on Celestia's body that enticed her even further. One was that gorgeously slender throat that emitted a warm haze. The other was that long, slim horn that sat atop the crown of her forehead, jutting out like an erect cock before her. She began to crawl forward, sliding filth onto her belly as she neared the stiff white mast.

Then, as Applejack presented her pulsing pussy, Celestia's eyes snapped open. As if the ropes were paper, they snapped apart as the Princess's legs wrapped around her prey, rolling through the the dirt. Soon enough, the high priestess had her plump posterior positioned squarely on the apple farmer's face, smiling wickedly. Applejack tried to make an exclamation, but all it did was vibrate her already soaking inner thighs further. The princess giggled like a schoolgirl, closing her thighs around her as she craned down to Applejack's own. She was beholden to finishing her one way or another, and when she started to tease Applejack's twat, a single word uttered from her:

“Gotcha.”

With that, Celestia plunged her muzzle into the moist folds of some apple-scented pussy, the morning sun giving her vigor.

Sometime later that night, a gray mare with a mane of jet black was propped on her hind legs. In her left hoof was large cello, and in the right was a rosined bow. She was Octavia Melody, and she was playing the final bars of a concerto of her own composition. Her ensemble flanked her as the bow's slick string dragged across the bass, sending out a deep hum that reverberated through the concert hall. She bore that same blank mask of a face she always seemed to wear. But rather than a face of boredom or disillusionment, it was one of supreme focus. She was so resolute in her song that all else was rendered moot and silent, allowing her to keep herself to her work indefinitely.

With one final stroke, the bow pulled across the string, sending a final droning buzz through the amphitheater, bringing the crowd into an almost deathly silence. The crowd seemed to hang on every last second of vibrato the bass provided, and at its conclusion, there was deafening quiet. The cold air of the ventilation provided a soothing reprieve for the consummate composer. She relaxed her right hoof, letting it sway to the floor as she kept that same face.

The crowd then exploded into a roar of hooves stamping and clopping. Applause drowned the venue as she and her ensemble relaxed into a bow. This was always Octavia's favorite moment in her line of work; The internal bliss that came from appeasing the crowd and washing herself with the praise she received in return. As much as she would have loved to play an encore, she neither prepared a second song nor expected to crowd to beg for more. Were this Manehattan, she may have, but this was Canterlot. There was a certain standard here.

Soon enough, the audience filed away, and she and her ensemble made their way to the Green Room. While she would typically be predisposed to small talk, her bladder had other ideas. She quickly made sure to pack away her instrument and cleared her throat. “If you would excuse me for a moment,” she said, stretching out her back. “I have a few private matters to attend to.”

The resident harpist, simply called Harpo by their peers, simply nodded, as did the rest. Octavia gave a small smirk and made her way to the bathroom. Quickly, she set off for the stall, loosening her choker and letting out a sigh of relief. That done, she made her way to the sink, washing her hooves as she checked herself in the mirror.

“Octavia?” asked a familiar voice. “What are the odds that we'd meet in a place like this?”

The typically stoic mare jumped as she saw that familiar figure of Fleur de Lis.

“What are you doing here?!” she shrieked, caught off guard.

“Oh, nothing special,” Fleur chuckled, fluttering her eyes. “I was just gilding the lily, as it were.” She offered a hoof to the gray mare as she attempted to channel a familiar spell through her vision. “I take it you've just completed your set?”

Octavia reciprocated the hoofshake and smiled lightly. “Um, yes... that's correct,” she nervously chuckled back. “Is there any particular reason you've decided to make an altercation with me in a lavatory?”

“I thought that you might be willing to come with me for a drink sometime,” Fleur offered, still trying to fill Octavia with a sensation of bawdiness.

Octavia shook her head. “While it is good to meet you, Fleur, I'm afraid I must respectfully decline. I have to get to my train soon.”

Fleur frowned, but nodded her head. “Far be it for me to stop you, then.”

Octavia gave her farewell and went to join her ensemble. Fleur looked into the mirror with disdain and grimaced.

“How very odd...” she thought aloud. “She almost seemed...immune to my efforts. I'll have to report this to the High Priestess.”

The ensemble quickly filed out from the Canterlot Concert Hall and made their way to the Canterlot Transit Station. As they arrived and felt the steam of the stopping train, they sighed in relief.

That was, until a certain mare started shouting.

“Hey, Octy!” shouted a white mare with a rather glaring pair of purple sunglasses. “How'd the show go?!”

Octavia rolled her eyes and dug her hoof firmly into her face.

“I honestly wish that you'd ask me that in a more dignified way, Vinyl,” the cellist groaned. “We are in Canterlot, after all.”

Vinyl Scratch cocked her head. “Yeah, and?”

The hoof in Octavia's face carved an even deeper rut into her hide. “And some ponies in this town have standards?”

A hush fell over them for about ten seconds.

“You're not even listening to me anymore, are you?”

“Nope.”

Octavia groaned a second time and boarded the train with Vinyl, taking her to one of the more empty cars upon the train.

“So how did the show go?” Vinyl repeated as the two of them were seated together.

“Quite wonderfully, actually,” Octavia replied with a smile. “There's just one thing.”

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow.

“After the show, I had to powder my nose, and I happened upon Fleur De Lis. She was friendly enough, and offered to share some drinks with me. Though I declined, something about the way she looked at me seemed...off. I felt a mite strange, and I couldn't piece together why. It was like she was trying to invite me someplace, but I couldn't understand it well.”

Vinyl looked curious. She was pressing her hooves together and looking tentatively ahead of her shades.

“I take it you had a similar encounter?” Octavia queried, crossing her hind legs.

“Kind of, yeah,” Vinyl replied. “I was just finishing up a set and heading home, and I saw these ponies dressed up like they were going to some heavy metal concert. When I went and asked one of them what's up, they gave me a stare down, too. I felt kinda weird, but after a few moments, they turned tail and fled off in the direction I was headed.”

Octavia cocked her head now, a bit curious.

“So we both encountered ponies who've tried to, in some way, seduce us into doing something?” She asked, putting a hoof to her chin. “Quite peculiar behavior. Particularly in that while Fleur may be a trophy wife, I'd hardly think of her as a mare of the night.” She thought for a moment and took a more straight face. “I would think this warrants a bit of investigation.”

“You wouldn't be wrong,” Vinyl said, pushing up her glasses. “Something's rotten in Ponyville, and for once, it's not the baked bads.”

As the train led them back home, they still kept their stories close to mind. While they were certainly on a hunch, they could not anticipate that the answer to their thoughts was a lot closer than they could imagine.

Author's Note

Sorry that this particular chapter took so long to come out. Writer's Block and procrastination both had their vicegrip on me. Enjoy it dearly, my lovelies. This makes four down and two more to go before shit gets real.

Chapter 5: Like an Animal

Morning once again shimmered in Ponyville. Its shining warmth graced the humble cottage of Fluttershy, gilding the environs in the golden glow of the rising sun. The badgers, birds, squirrels, and countless other creatures awoke to begin their daily routines, with their mistress being the first to rise. Soon, breakfast would be served. Such was the way of things in this scenic part of Ponyville.

At least, at any other time of the year, that is.

Nature had a sadistic way of taunting Fluttershy. As it was oft to do, estrus cycles were starting again. This on its own wasn't the part that teased her. It was the fact that not only were every single one of her animal companions lusting for one another, but through some cruel prank of the gods, she somehow ended up just as filled with lust as she awoke in the morning. She could barely sleep from her body's want for something inside of it. As much as she despised the synchronization of sexual desires, her own wouldn't stop bothering her.

The fact that she was able to restrain herself from jumping right onto some poor bear's protuberance was testament enough to her own resolve.

Naturally, the first to get food was Angel Bunny. Contrary to his name, Angel was not in fact the sweetest of the animals. In fact, at times, he could be quite mean. The fact that he was left high and dry in this cavalcade of carnality that was to commence didn't help matters. Every opportunity he could, he would shunt his hips against his caretaker's long back legs, hoping in vain that she would reciprocate and ease his sensual suffering.

But alas, he had no such luck.

"Angel—" Fluttershy cried, trying to kick him away. "Please, none of that right now."

As the hare was yet again denied another chance at sweet relief, he let out a sigh and bounded off to his food dish. Fluttershy looked a bit disheartened, but she knew it was for the best. While he was perhaps the most active of her potential suitors, Angel was not alone in his attempt to take the pegasus as an alternative mate. The entire cot seemed to be rather fixated on her, in fact. Though few of them had tried to force themselves onto their caretaker, many of them stared at her with hungry eyes.

This made feedings during this time much more stressful, of course. Though without incident through most of its duration, each time the butter-yellow pegasus bent over to fill each dish, she couldn't help but feel exposed. She felt a consistent need to look behind her, knowing that if she let her guard down, the result could be dire. Though she knew many of her animal friends had the utmost respect for her, she also knew many of them were without partners, leaving her as the only real substitute.

The sound of a rhythmic knocking at the door was practically absolution to her ears.

As fast as she could, she darted to the door and yanked it open.

"Hey, Fluttershy!" Rainbow Dash said with a smile. "I got your letter. I heard you were having a little trouble with your... friends."

"Oh my, yes," Fluttershy squeaked, blushing. "All my animal friends are going into heat—And I think I am, too."

Rainbow Dash smiled in a deviously sincere manner.

"Is that so?" she asked as she helped guide her fellow flier outside. "Well, me and Applejack were gonna head to our friend of ours. If you want, you can come with us."

Fluttershy gasped and gave an unusually big smile.

"I'd love to!" she cheered as she slammed the door behind her. "Anything to get to someplace more comfortable."

"Glad to hear it," Rainbow said as she guided her friend along. "Come on; It's not that far from here."

Fluttershy nodded and happily followed her friend's lead. Finally, she'd have some liberation from that dreaded house and enjoy some peace and quiet with friends. The beady-eyed stares of her animal companions slowly faded into the distance, with her anxiety slowly fading with it. Though she was still feeling the subtle throes of estrus, she wasn't nearly as hot and bothered by it. As a matter of fact, she felt much more glad to feel something other than shy.

"So, where are we going, Rainbow?" Fluttershy asked, now distinctly more cheerful.

"A friend that me and applejack were told about," Rainbow said, hovering calmly, trying distinctly to hide her elation at what was to come. "You might recognize her once you see her."

"Oh? Is she famous?" Fluttershy wondered.

"Very," Rainbow assured. "I think you worked for her at one point."

Fluttershy's eyes slowly widened as she realized who Rainbow was talking about.

"You couldn't mean—"

"Yep. Photo Finish," Rainbow cut in. "Rarity told me all about her, and we decided it might be nice for you and her to see each other again."

"But what if she wants me to model again?" Fluttershy worried. "I don't think I could handle that stress again!"

"Don't worry, Flutters," Rainbow chuckled. "When have I steered you wrong?"

"Well, there was that one time you accidentally knocked me out of Cloudsdale and I had to be rescued by butterflies..." Fluttershy whispered with the softest of glances.

"Oh, right… That time," Rainbow nervously noted to herself as they reached a doorstep. "Trust me. She'll treat you just fine. Do you need me to introduce you?"

Fluttershy nervously shook her head. "I think I can handle this, Rainbow. I'm just a little nervous, is all."

"Don't sweat it," Rainbow said with a genuine smile. "I'm sure she'll love to see you again."

Fluttershy sighed wistfully and nodded, knocking on the door slowly.

"Wish me luck," the pegasus pleaded with a puppy dog stare.

Rainbow nodded and took off.

Sure enough, the door soon opened to reveal the familiar figure of Photo Finish. Her coat was a similar shade of cerulean to Rainbow Dash's, but her mane and tail were far from the same vibrant hues as hers were. Rather, hers were as pale and white as the most ghostly of winter snows. Her eyes were perpetually hidden away by a pair of very dark indigo sunglasses. She also wearing her trademark scarf and dress, complete with the monochrome striped top. As soon as Photo saw her former model's face, her own curled up in glee!

"Ah, Fluttershy! It is so wunderbar to see you!" she said ecstatically "I, Photo Finish, am elated to finally meet you once again."

"It's nice to see you too, Photo Finish," Fluttershy giggled with a soft smile. "How have you been doing?"

"Ach, just fantastic, darling," She responded with her trademark accent. "I have found work in many venues since we parted ways. After all, my business is in working the magicks, and the magicks has yet to fail me."

She wrapped a forehoof over Fluttershy's neck with a smile.

"Und how have you been doing, mein freundin?" She asked. "How has life been treating you since you left my employ?"

"I'm doing just fine, Miss Finish," Fluttershy whispered happily. "It's just that… I'm in heat. And judging by the looks of my animal friends, I think they are, too."

"Autsch. I know how you feel," the photographer said with a frown. "It can be so hard to work with animals when mating season rolls around, especially when you are also under its spell." She then patted Fluttershy's neck happily. "But don't despair, my friend. I, Photo Finish, would be glad to help ease your suffering!"

"Oh, thank you so much!" Fluttershy said with a smile as she hugged the shutterbug. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that!"

"It is no problem, my dear," Photo hummed as she began to slowly take her glasses off. "First, I want you to look into my eyes. I want you to look deep into them, until you feel you are ready to continue."

Fluttershy nodded and opened her eyes wide, looking into the violet-colored irises that were once hidden away by the identically-colored, opaque shades. As she did so, she felt a familiar presence seep into her conscience. It was a presence not unlike that which she exuded when she utilized her trademarked stare. An air of commanding made vacant her mind and opened her to suggestion, using her baser instincts as a catalyst to release the heat that was becoming pent-up inside of her. With her body opened up, hot juices began to seep from her pussy.

"Ah, very good," Photo Finish said with a grin. "Now turn around und bend over. I want no peeking from you."

Like a obedient dog, Fluttershy complied, turning one-eighty and hoisting her ass up, her tail raising out of the way to display the puffy folds of her vagina.

"Ah, how wonderful," she observed, looking closely. "Your body is already starting to look ripe. This should prove to be enjoyable for you, my dear. Now, I want you to take a few deep breaths and straighten out. Just relax."

At her command, Fluttershy began to relax and concentrate, taking deep breaths as Photo joined her. Afterward, Photo began to conjure imagery in her head as she spread her legs apart. Heat pooled into her loins as her clit began to tingle with pleasure. Muscles began to ripple and grow as her hair began to grow, changing color as it went. The ends of her hooves began to splinter off as claws began to stretch out from new digits. Her mane and tail began to flatten out as her ears elongated, her tail becoming more furry and solid. The sound of bones snapping and reforming filled the room as her muzzle began to stretch out, long fangs drooping from her lips as her violet eyes began to turn an icy blue. Between her legs was a growing sheathe that began to unravel, revealing an angry red cock.

Soon, Fluttershy couldn't help but turn her head. She wanted to see if Photo Finish was alright.

But when she turned to look, Photo Finish was no longer there. At least, not as a pony. Instead, there stood a white wolf with a rock hard crimson cock waggling between her legs. Steam billowed from a wet black nose as let out deep breaths. As she met eyes with Fluttershy, a toothy smile came to her face.

"I take it you are amazed by my figure?" she chuckled, circling around her prey. "Allow me a chance to explain how I, Photo Finish, came to be this way."

Fluttershy needed no words to state the affirmative.

o_O_o

"You see, as a photographer, I work with all sorts of clients." She began, making sure to keep herself primed. "Fashionistas, Celebrities, Diplomats, Musicians, and so on. Whenever there is beauty and grace to be captured, I am there to work the magicks! However, as it is oft to do, the fashion photography industry tends to lull. As new fashions are given time to gestate, I often found myself needing to find something else to occupy my desire to photograph. Thus, I turned my focus to the beauty of the natural world.

"All was well, until one particular outing. I was lining up a shot of a rare species of bird with my telephoto lens, when suddenly, I began to see a white figure in the tree line. At first, I dismissed it as a trick of the light. Then, it began to approach me. The bird flew away, and most of the other animals fled with it.

"When it did, it looked sympathetic to my plight, and offered a way to assist me. She approached me, and we talked about my love for watching animals during the off-season. Though I loved getting pictures, I often found myself scaring them before I could capture them in action. As we talked, she seemed interested in helping me. Then, she snapped her fingers.

"It was at that moment that she unlocked something wonderful inside of me. My body began to feel very hot, and I felt myself leaking. A stench came from me that brought the animals back. The figure disappeared, leaving me in the piercing gaze of so many beady eyes that I could swear my body was wracking itself from the pleasure of being watched. I was left powerless to my lust, as if my body were shackled to the ground in presentation.

"Then, when the time was just ripe, they all pounced. In an instant, I found myself at the center of a massive bestial orgy! Every creature in the woods participated in making me most magnificent whore of the wilderness. Clits, claws, and cocks of all walks of life met me in all manner of ways, and eventually my body gave way to the pleasure. By the time I lost consciousness, I could swear I was covered in every fluid imaginable."

"When I awoke, the animals were all gone, leaving me alone and basking in the afterglow. As I tried to piece together those incredible emotions, Princess Celestia herself visited me, and told me that I had been visited by Lilith, the patron goddess of a new order that she had founded. She told me that I had been blessed with the ability to take the form of any animal with whom I shared the magic of orgasm with. As a bonus, I could also attract both animals that I had already mated with and those I had not by leaking a particularly potent pheromone from mein muschi. In essence, I became the perfect zoophile."

0_O_o

As Photo placed a paw onto Fluttershy's back, she smiled again.

"On that day, Fluttershy, I was given the power to interface with animals at a level not unlike your own," she whispered, her tongue briefly probing her ear. "And on this day, I wish to share that power and pleasure with you, and show you the true blessing you've been neglecting."

Fluttershy simply nodded and turned back around, her legs spreading outward as she bent over more.

"I'm ready, Photo Finish," she whispered with a resigned smile. "Take me now, if that's okay with you."

"It would be my pleasure, darling," Photo growled in pleasure. "Let us see if even your orgasm is graceful!"

Slowly, Photo climbed atop the pegasus. Her fiery red fuckstick began to tease the edge of Flutter's maidenhead, stroking the fire in her heart and loins more and more intensely. Her pussy began to weep, coating the hot shaft beneath it in her juices as the tip began to make its way inside. As she bore full-hilt into Fluttershy, Photo's penis began to swell up, locking her in place for the ritual. With no way of turning back, the photographer turned zoophile pressed onward.

With her lust slowly taking complete dominance over her, the usually submissive mare that was Fluttershy took full pleasure in this new experience, locking up her joints so that she could truly partake in its splendor. Photo took her behind like a true beast, the pulsing penis ramming forward and back like the cylinders of a car motor. With a feral vigor, she bore inside Fluttershy's cunt, pounding into her with as much gusto as she could provide. In some corner of her mind, Fluttershy knew she was committing an act that, in spite herself, she would normally consider anathema. That corner of her mind, however, was flushed away by the sheer intensity of the forbidden fornication that she was participating in.

Faster and deeper did Photo Finish rut her finest model, who bored the most serene grace as she received such an amazing dick. For a mare who had never truly had sex, she was taking to the experience like a duck to water. More and more, the fear of being molested by hundreds of animals of various breeds slowly twisted into some perverse fetish that she couldn't wait to explore. If every animal did what Photo was doing, she thought, she could come to enjoy the mating season. It was just too much fun for her to miss out on now.

Then, with a deafening howl, Photo made her final stroke, pushing her pegasus partner over the edge as both of them experienced simultaneous orgasm. Hot seed gushed into Fluttershy's womb as her lips clapped against the hot rod, leaking hot juices down the canine shutterbug's legs. The butter-colored mare let out whimpers of pleasure that were echoed by her partner. The wolf that was Photo Finish turned around, using her canine anatomy to its fullest so that she and Fluttershy sat ass-to-ass. With a sigh, she allowed the orgasm to continue its course.

"This will take a while, my friend," she said calmly as she took a few more breaths. "But don't worry; I will protect you. For now, let your lust flow free inside you. Let what I've done with you change you, and free you from your repression."

Fluttershy sighed and laid her head to rest.

"Thank you, Photo Finish," she happily hissed. "That was just what I needed."

Back at the COIL compound, Twilight had a devious grin as she ruminated over the potential success of another perverse plan.

"With any luck," she hummed as she rubbed her forehooves together. "Our expert should be finished with Fluttershy right about—"

With a pause, a howl hung high in the air, making that devilish smile on her face grow even bigger.

"Now."

Twilight giggled to herself with an almost sadistic glee.

"This plan could not be going any more perfectly!" she cheered as she tenderly rubbed against a nearby wall. "All that's left is Pinkie Pie, and once she's on our side, Lilith can finally be reborn."

"How right you are," said a firm, familiar voice.

Its was a voice whose gravitas made Twilight's hairs stand on end. A voice of a bygone era that still somehow managed to remain just as potent now as it had then. A voice that commanded respect and fear in most anypony who heard it.

"Princess Luna?" Twilight balked. "I didn't know you were in our cult, too!"

"I am indeed a member of this coalition, Twilight Sparkle," the night mare replied with a flat look. "I take it my sister never informed you?"

Twilight shook her head and bowed.

"Save the formalities, Princess Twilight," she demanded in that same tone. "This is a place that exists outside of social norms, including those of rank."

Twilight blushed and shrunk away.

"I'm sorry, Luna," Twilight stammered. "It was just so sudden."

"It is understandable, Twilight Sparkle," Luna replied, her expression finally changing to one more caring. "Allow me to explain."

Twilight nodded and sat comfortably upon a nice dildo nearby, casually working her cunt over it as Luna continued.

"Much like how my sister is the headmistress of this coalition, I also hold command of a collaborative carnal effort," she began, also sitting down. "More specifically, I am the leader of what most ponies would refer to as mares of the night. Like reconnaissance agents, my mares are seeded amongst the community. Though you do not see them, they are working beneath the shadows to bring more and more ponies into our inner circle, so that we may give Lilith ever more energy for her revival. Though you and your friends are integral to making sure she has a more extended incarnation, without proper erotic energy to sustain her, her power and influence are greatly limited."

"I see..." Twilight gasped, once again nearing the throes of orgasm. "So the more ponies that are a part of this cult, the more energy Lilith will have to work her magic?"

"Precisely," Luna confirmed with a nod. "You needn't worry about any of that, however. For now, we must focus on gathering the final one of your friends, so that we may put into motion her resurrection."

"Understood, Luna," Twilight replied with a bow. "But I have one last question, if you will allow me to ask."

"You have my consent, Twilight."

"I can't help but notice this compound is just underneath an apartment complex," Twilight said with a look of concern. "With that in mind, do you know who the tenants above us are?"

"Nopony of consequence," Luna simply stated. "Just a pair of Musicians from Manehattan."

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia were reading together in the den of their apartment. Octavia was reading from a book on music theory, while Vinyl was reading off the latest tabloid section of the newspaper. Both of them were amazingly quiet, taking asynchronous sips of wine from glasses at opposite ends of the living room table.

"Hey, Tavi?" Vinyl asked, taking another sip.

"Yes, Vinyl?" Octavia wondered back, joining her.

"Do you ever get the feeling that whatever's going on around here's sitting just under our noses?" Vinyl pondered, looking up from her paper.

"It's a possibility," Octavia replied. "The chances of that happening are astronomically small, however. That sort of coincidence only happens in erotic fiction. Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering."

The two resumed reading, pondering to themselves. Their minds raced with theories, but neither of them knew just how close to the truth they actually were...

Several hours later, Fluttershy returned home on wobbly, determined legs. The heat in her loins still persisted, but what was once a crippling worry of being taken advantage of now became a deep-seated desire to see just how far she could take herself. As the gazes of her animal friends were all directed towards her, she felt a mix of exposure and stimulation like never before. The spunk of her first orgasm still leaked from her pussy, dripping onto the wood floor and spreading her stench across the room. On instinct, her tail flicked against her flank, proudly displaying her puffy lips to the crowd that gathered around.

"Hello, my pretties," she hummed in sing song, raising her behind and wiggling it sensually. "Did you miss mommy? Because mommy sure missed you."

Her tail raised, and began to waft the myriad odors of various pheromones into the air. Her audience of animals raised their noses, taking in her enticing stench and licking their lips. Their heat began to build, and they drew closer to her.

"That's it, my lovelies," Fluttershy moaned with half-lidded eyes. "Come closer."

And closer did they approach, with Angel practically forcing himself from the crowd.

"There you are, Angel Bunny," she giggled in a manner truly unbecoming of her. "I was hoping you'd come for me..."

Angel stood in awe of his mistress. Not but a few hours ago, she wouldn't even let him touch her. Now, she was practically gift-wrapping him his golden opportunity to take him as her own, giving him as much fodder as he desired. As he gazed into that buttery yellow abyss that was her ass, it gazed back, the puffy folds winking at him as Fluttershy moved closer. It became more and more evident that he wanted—nay, needed—to be inside of that gushing pink womb.

Thus, with gusto, did the bunny leap between those soaking wet lips, burrowing his way inside. On reflex, his mistress sat down, locking him inside her snatch as her clit began to grow behind her. The flames of estrus burned ever brighter inside her, and soon, much like Photo Finish had, Fluttershy now had a nice, big cock to flaunt in front of her furry friends. Her eyes were glazed with passion, and she felt ready to change even more as she fluttered them in font of her ursine friend, Harry, whose own angry red extension hung so high from his lap.

"Oh, you look you could really use my help," she purred as she took one end of the cock in her hoof, using the other to cradle his testicles. "How about you let Momma Fluttershy take care of that?"

Before the bear could even growl in confusion, his cock was between the changed pegasus's lips, wrapped up in her tongue. In instinct, his front paws grasped her head and pushed her onward.

Gone now was the Fluttershy, flighty pegasus of animal nursing. Now, there was only Fluttershy, queen of the forest festhouse. Where there once was a meek, timid mare who would shy from even the most basic of interactions, there was now a mare who let neither gender nor species limit her from happiness. The cottage had changed from a shelter of assorted animals into one booming epicenter of erotic pleasure, with every beast in attendance fucking her and each other with boundless fervor. The once quiet place of serenity was now the venue for perhaps one of the largest orgies Fluttershy had ever participated in.

And she wouldn't have it any other way.

Chapter 6: Pinkie Pie and the Kinky Ceremony

Pinkamena Diane Pie's day started like most any other. Wake up, get dressed in work out attire, wake the Cake Twins, get them smiling, start the morning orders, et cetera. Day in and day out, she did this, alongside her busy schedule of partying like a mad mare. As an old saying once told her, it takes a lot of care to do something that appears carefree. In spite looking like a loon to most other ponies, inside the mind of Pinkie Pie, there was a strict order.

One key part to Pinkie Pie's planning was her patented Pinkie Sense. Weird as it might seem to others, she took pride in her gift. Much like a cat could detect weather, Pinkie Pie had some powerful capacity to predict upcoming perils. Whether it was doors, falling objects, dubious doozies, or even alligators in bathtubs, Pinkie had a feeling for most any scenario. For each of these, her body gave off a different signal, most of which were fairly normal.

What Pinkie Sense would predict next, however, gave her quite a sensual signal.

As the lull between the morning orders and the lunch rush came, a very unexpected feeling came to the party pony. This feeling was a twitching. Not a full body twitch, nor a twitch in her appendages, but a concentrated twitch. This twitch was a twitch in her twat. A stirring sensation near her slit that made Pinkie swim in pleasureful hormones.

Pinkie Pie leaned against the store counter and leaked a small bit of fluid, holding back a moan. This feeling was very rare for her. The last time she had this feeling was a few months before Mrs. Cake happened to be expecting. She had felt smaller instances of it as of late, but they were less twitches and more itches. This feeling in particular could only have one meaning.

Someone close to Pinkie was getting very, very kinky.

Quickly, she darted to the door, changing the sign to indicate she was going to be back in an hour or less. Soon after, she shot out into the streets, using her senses to guide her. Like some kind of minesweeper, her marehood tingled, the folds within her snatch fluctuating in temperature as she followed every individual quake. As she passed by each different house, shivers ran across different parts of her body at several intensities. Her tail began to yank taut in different directions as her knees buckled in turn.

In most every occasion, Pinkie Pie could trust her patented powers to get her past any particular problem. However, the one weakness of Pinkie Sense was that it was only at its most effective when it detected immediate danger. As much as she liked to pretend she was some form of gypsy, even the great and powerful madame Pinkie's predictions had a limitation. Even so, the most scant of sensual evidence was leading her now, however imprecise that may be.

"You can't hide from me forever, you pervy little ponies," Pinkie muttered to herself, her voice slightly halting from the pleasure that wracked her nerves. "Nothing keeps Pinkie from the kinky!"

Feeling in need of a slightly clearer trail to follow, the pink party pony rose her nose to the air. As cool air drifted through her nostrils, she sniffed out for a salacious scent. Her mouth yawed open slightly as she allowed her tongue to slip out, trying to catch even a slight taste of venereal remains on it. She felt almost like a dog as her tongue dipped up and down, a small trail of spit dripping down the tip. Hopefully, with any luck, even a scant taste would stick to her tongue like a sensuous snowflake.

For several minutes, the only taste that teased her tongue was cold, stale, stagnant air. Though partially given flavor by the scents of steaming hot street foods, most of it was dull and cold, save for the hot saliva sliding off her tongue. Such was one of the delights of living in a gingerbread bakery; you always woke up to the smells and tastes of delicious confectionery treats. Even thinking about that delectable domicile wasn't aiding her failing concentration. She was nearly about to give up as she flicked her tongue into her mouth again.

Yet, as it began to withdraw between her lips, a particularly peculiar pungency tickled her taste buds. A fruity flavor so tart and sharp that it wouldn't leave her mouth, even as she rolled her tongue across her teeth. As her lips smacked, she couldn't wash away its zest, instead only spreading it further across her palette. It was a taste that, as she sampled it further, only became much more distinct. There was no mistaking it; it was a taste that could only come from one possible source.

Pinkie Pie rubbed her hooves together deviantly. "Jackpot."

As she savored the olfactory evidence in her mouth, Pinkie began to creep across the town, her prone form hiding itself in places only she could reach. Having spent much of her adolescent years with a carnival troupe before finding Ponyville, Pinkie had a particular aptitude for contortion and parkour. This, combined with a mastery of the art of hiding in plain sight, assured that most ponies paid Pinkie little to any mind. To the masses, this was just Pinkie being Pinkie; It was just a waste of time to question her actions or motivations, and that was just how she preferred it.

Soon enough, as she continued to trust her nose, her senses began to flare much more furiously as her tail grew more flat and rigid. Her knees felt wobbly, as did her stomach. A clenching feeling took her backside as her eyelids drooped, that flavor wafting through her nostrils in much greater volume. A hot, pungent odor filled her, and it was then that she knew she was close. With a deep breath, her body cried out in bliss, her cunt weeping slightly at the smell.

A smile came to her as she licked her lips, her eyes darting from side to side as she approached the perverse party site. For the past few days, her friends had been disappearing at odd hours of the evening, and when she questioned what they were doing out, none of them were giving her a straight answer. They all looked really sweaty, and they were all breathing heavily. At night, she could sometimes hear the faint cries of mares and stallions in licentious bliss, and yet she could never understand quite what they were doing or where they were going. But today, she was going to find out. She was going to figure out just what her friends were doing, and she was going to join this depraved little party.

With another deep breath, she steeled herself. Wheeling around on a hoof, she reared her hind legs up. Then, as if her legs were made of rubber, she shot them back out with a tremendous amount of force, nearly kicking the doors of the compound clean off their hinges. In that same instant, she was greeted by the gasps of mares and stallions alike both wailing in orgasmic splendor and aghast at the sudden intrusion of an outsider. Their eyes stared transfixed, and Pinkie Pie stared back to behold the insanity before her.

Twilight and Rarity shared a deep kiss, the princess' tentacles groping every inch of the dressmaker's body. Both of them were sporting white and purple protuberances, respectively, and their slimy tips rubbed against one another as Rarity began to collect the cream matted against their coats. Their horns were scraping against one another, tiny sparks glittering off as their spunk began to form neat little shapes that mashed into their marehoods. Both were moaning like she was during the baked bads incident, yet neither seemed to pay Pinkie any mind. Rather, they simply wanted to enjoy their coital bliss together.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were similarly sharing sensual pleasures together. Rainbow, returned to her liquid form by the firm touch of her rival, had wrapped herself around Applejack. The majority of her body engulfed the orange mare, her head free to suckle Applejack's chest, sampling the coarse hairs on offer. Her whole body quivered like gelatin as she used her wobbly form to tug at the farmer's pulsing black dick, letting gravity aid her along the way. Applejack mumbled simple words of encouragement during their extreme embrace, her body writhing inside Rainbow's as she nibbled her almost candy-like body. Her pussy was practically on fire from the suction of Rainbow's sex filling her up in ways most stallions couldn't dream of doing.

Fluttershy, meanwhile, had taken the form of an innocuous-looking rabbit. However, much like Pinkie's other friends, she was engaged in something equally as naughty. Angel, having gotten a good taste of Fluttershy's forbidden nectar, craved much more from his mistress. His teeny little teeth nibbled the ears of her lapine companion, a red hot cock bubbling with pre beneath his legs, wagging innocently. Fluttershy's moans were much softer than most of her friends, if only by virtue of being much smaller in this form. Nevertheless, she was enjoying being the submissive mare for a change, allowing Angel to spank and bite her to his heart's content before stabbing her soaking slit with his meat sword. A soft squeal came from both of them as Angel rode her with great passion.

Pinkie could barely compose what all she was seeing. There her friends were, all fucking like animals—Fluttershy being the only one of them that actually was fucking like an animal—and not one of them had thought to invite her! Pinkie Pie, the prime party planner of Ponyville, wasn't made privy to this perverted spectacle before her. Her eyes were transfixed as she absentmindedly began to reach between her hind legs. She quickly stopped herself and shook her head clear of any dirty haze.

"Alright, what's going on here?!" Pinkie barked, her blue eyes burning with outrage. "You girls were having a sexy party, and you didn't think to invite me? What gives?!"

She was met with giggles as one of Twilight's tentacles tickled her leaking slit.

"We were going to invite you," the junior princess cooed, sliding one of the tentacles below her pink friend's jaw. "But, we didn't know how to approach you about it..."

Pinkie shoved the tentacle away and gave Twilight a piercing glare.

"It's too late now," Pinkie proclaimed. "I've found your little hideaway, and I am not leaving until I get the full experience!"

Twilight said nothing at first, instead looking to her copulating companions. Her tentacles retracted and she gave them knowing nods. To their displeasure, they suspended their intercourse. All but Rainbow, who kept herself wrapped around Applejack like a skintight suit. Twilight placed a hoof on the back of Pinkie's head, tilting it to point at her slick cock. Rarity positioned herself behind Twilight, her hooves to her back as the tip her own white cock rubbed at the flared folds of the princess's twat. Applejack and Rainbow positioned their tandem taint behind the baker, ready to plunder what had to be virgin pussy. Fluttershy's fluffy bunny body wriggled beneath Pinkie's loins, her mouth mere inches from her sweet, pink cunt.

"You wanted this," Twilight told her with a titter. "Now just close your eyes and think of frosting."

Twilight pushed Pinkie's head further down, holding her chin up with her other hoof as she guided her cock between her friend's pink lips. As Twilight began tilt her taint into her throat, she raised her flanks towards Rarity, her cunt seeping as it winked at the dressmaker. Sparing no hesitation, Rarity's white sword took the plunge, piercing into those familiar purple folds as they both cried out with joy. As Twilight's cock stuffed her throat, Pinkie's body arced up, presenting her plump ass before Applejack, who stuffed her Rainbow-covered cock into her fresh pink pussy, eliciting her inaugural carnal moans. Her ecstatic moans tickled Twilight's dick as it stuffed itself further down, Applejack's slick member teasing her cunt as she bore down to stuff more of it inside her.

Quickly, a machine-like rhythm was established. First, Rarity would plunge her cock into Twilight's pussy, pushing Twilight's cock into Pinkie's throat as Applejack pushed into her pussy. Then, when Twilight's cock was fully inside, Applejack would pull out to prepare for the next stroke. Then Twilight would be pushed back inside once more, tugging Applejack's taint toward the next stroke. The rhythm started slowly, but gradually picked up speed as Pinkie became ever more a part of the engine as her four friends were. As the shafts pumped inside her front and back, she soon began to feel a heaviness in her clit, her own cock slowly wriggling out as her mane began to slacken, prompting Fluttershy to yaw her mouth open to swallow the first few inches her friend's fresh spotted dick.

As the action grew ever faster, it became almost too much for her to take. Different parts of her were attracted to different points of the moment, unsure of which she liked best.

On one end, she was staring down at Twilight's crotch, gulping down a slimy member as her two unicorn friends cheered her on with faint mumblings through their moans. Their horns were rubbing against one another, shimmering with magic as they craned their necks to share a deep kiss. They looked genuinely happy to finally have Pinkie in on the fun, and she could feel it as the thrust harder, faster, and deeper inside of her.

Behind her, Applejack was shunting with inexhaustible fervor, Rainbow's liquid form adding ever more ribbing to her cock like a big, blue condom. The extra lubrication Dashie provided added even more pleasure than Pinkie was prepared for. The ribs pulled apart her pussy in ways she never knew were possible, and it made her feel fantastic. She felt as if she was being fucked by two ponies at the same time, and it made her desire more and more the pleasure of coaxing some of their essence into her own. Then, to up the ante even further, Dash began to move independent of Applejack's dick, swirling around in Pinkie's pussy like an ocean wave.

Then, down below, was Fluttershy, enjoying her first taste of Pinkie's penis for herself. Her tiny tongue wagged back and forth, dragging across the veins like a spiraling cone of soft-serve ice cream. It was so soft and light across her foreskin, Pinkie could only feel its faint, moist tickle as she felt part of herself lean into it. Fluttershy tried as hard as she could to yaw her jaw open so that she could suckle on it more intimately, but just couldn't get it to fit. Instead, she could only wrap what little of her tongue she had around it, before sticking it in the tiny hole at the tip, sampling the earth pony's precum with a smile. She tasted a mix of sweetness and saltiness that made her yearn for more of it. Her tongue wedged inside, coaxing more out with each lick. She tasted something fairly like raspberry jam, and the more she tried to put her hoof on the flavor, the hungrier she became.

Angel, not one to be denied his own release, quickly returned behind his rabbit mate, grinding his limp member across Fluttershy's back before returning it to its rightful place.

The sum of the various parts of Pinkie's pleasure was growing too much for her. Even with all the energy she usually had, even she could feel when her body was taking in too much at once. Even worse, she couldn't decide which part of this debauched spectacle she loved the most. She was being pleasured by all sides and becoming increasingly aware of her body's reactions to it. Her pussy gripped Applejack's cock and imprisoned Rainbow Dash, her throat was stuffed by Twilight's throbbing tallywhacker, and her own dick was being tickled even pinker by the tongue of the hare formally known as Fluttershy, who was taking in something of her own.

She began to feel her legs buckle as she seemed to be coming apart. She began to take a new position, her chin at the ground as she brought her ass good and high. Her body began to stretch in different directions like taffy. Her neck and chest stretched towards Twilight and Rarity, swallowing even more of the alicorn's cock. Her loins began to smother Fluttershy as her arching back sagged and elongated. As her first orgasm contained to creep ever closer, she looked as if she were reaching her breaking point. Her nostrils flared as she shed a single tear.

Then, like a rubber band stretched too far out, she came apart with a snap. In this calamity, the five mares that had collaborated in fucking Pinkie Pie experienced a collective orgasm. Rarity came first, her white willy exploding a new white salvo inside Twilight's twat, her own spitting out a translucent cream that smelt of lilac. Twilight responded in kind, her pussy swallowing Rarity's semen and compensating with interest with her own cervical excretions, leaving a lavender-flavored stain in the floor as she let loose inside Pinkie's throat. As Pinkie gulped down drop after drop of sticky, warm cream, she felt her body respond in turn, shooting out her first two rounds of thick cum over Fluttershy's face.

Shortly thereafter, her pink pussy detonated, spitting out a thick wad of blue juice that stuck itself to Applejack once more as it continued to squirt. Feeling the folds of her fanny clench around her orange cock soon sent her over the edge as well, blasting out her load between those pink flanks as she left an apple-y stain on the floor. Then, like a big glob of C4 attached to her crotch, Rainbow Dash exploded, coating Applejack in more of the pegasus' semi-solid musk as she caught a scent of strawberry gummy candy. Finally, as Fluttershy bathed in Pinkie's sweet semen, Angel thrust deep inside of her tiny little pussy, splashing inside of his mistress with a tiny little groan.

It was perhaps the greatest orgasm the six of them had ever shared together. However, where there had originally been a single pink mare now sat three, each of them soaking wet and moaning in some form of orgasmic bliss.

In the denouement of their debauchery, the other five mare began to revert to their normal selves, each of them dripping with sweat and various other fluids as they gathered around their newly-fissioned friend. While the three Pinkie Pies also returned to a neutral state, their manes poofing up with the sounds of inflating balloons, they didn't return to one pony again. Instead, they opted to form a daisy chain, their mouths to each others' marehoods as they licked each other into a frenzy. Her friends watched, transfixed, as the triplets ticked their pink slits with their tongues, not once minding their friends watching. If anything, it only made the action even more stimulating.

From not far away, the familiar chuckle of Princess Celestia echoed though the room, and all but the threefold Pinkie turned their attention toward her.

"It seems that the last of our guests of honor has finally come," the solar princess tittered. "And in more ways than one, it seems."

Quickly, Twilight and her companions bowed, their eyes half-lidded as they continued to bask in the afterglow. Soon after, Twilight joined her mistress, rubbing her sweat-soaked head across her long neck as she took a whiff of her musk.

"So what happens now?" Twilight asked with a smile.

"Now?" Celestia parroted in a low, lusty tone. She nodded to some place in the shadows, making a beckoning motion with her foreleg. "Now, the real fun starts."

From the shadows emerged a cerise alicorn mare bearing a familiar set of purple eyes. Much like the other alicorns, she was barren of any regalia. Instead, her coat seemed to glisten with an odd anointment as she took a good look at Twilight. A smile crept on her lips as she rubbed a hoof in Twilight's disheveled mane, stealing a brief kiss. With a sigh, she let her wings flap a moment as she hugged her sister-in-law.

"It's good to see you again, my dear Twilight," she whispered, tracing her tongue on the edge of Twilight's ear. "I see you've brought your friends."

"It's good to see you, too," Twilight replied, her body sliding against Cadance's oily coat. "If you don't mind me asking, why are you so slick?"

"Oh, this?" Cadance replied as she scooped a small dollop of slick gel in her hoof. "It's a special gel I've been wearing ever since I heard you had joined our ranks. I've been using it in preparation for the ritual."

"Ritual?" Twilight asked.

"Allow me to explain," Princess Celestia pleaded, clearing her throat. "If you recall, I tasked you with bringing as many ponies to this den of iniquity as possible. As I expected, you chose to make your friends a part of this. In doing this, you've become something of a great asset to the COIL. As you can see, Lilith has taken quite nicely to you and your friends, blessing you all with her power.

"With the six of you now bearing her gifts, the time to resurrect Lilith is near. You all are of equal importance to this undertaking, as you all carry one aspect of her. Thus, in order for her to be reborn, you all must take part in this ritual."

Celestia extended a hoof to Twilight, smiling as a hopeful glimmer came across her eyes.

"Will you lend yourself to the completion of this cause?" she asked, pouting her lip calmly.

Twilight ran the scenario in her head. This is it, she thought. This is may be my chance to finally please the Princess. If I'm lucky, maybe I'll get to have sex with her! She weighed the pros and cons of what she was about to do with the possibility of having sex with Celestia. Compared the latter, nothing else mattered.

Sex… Celestia… Sex... Celestia… Sex… Celestia…

"YES!" the purple princess cried out, too ecstatic to care how loudly she did so.

Not but a short beat after, three identical moans of pleasure echoed through the chamber as the Pinkamena triplets came over each others' muzzles. They gobbled up each others juices, huddling together as their daisy chain grew ever tighter. Their bodies began to grind so hard and so furiously that they seemed to be coming together like bubbles. As if their bodies were made of dough, the three began to stick together, slowly molding each other back to a single pony again, whose mane inflated back to normal.

"I knew you'd say that." Celestia said with a smirk, her tail swishing behind her. "Let us not waste time, then. Cadance, proceed to the platform and prepare the prayer."

"Right away, High Priestess," Cadance replied, taking a flap of her wings to reach the platform."

"As for the six of you," Celestia said as she turned to Twilight and company. "Surround the cauldron, backsides facing near Cadance. Present your full, awakened selves to Lilith when Cadance calls your verse."

"Right!" the six responded, entering a near-circular formation around the black iron cauldron.

"The rest of you—with the exception of Luna—find a partner and prepare to buck like you've never bucked before."

The congregation nodded, its members filing through the room in search of their respective partners, raring themselves for the night of their lives. Luna joined her sister, her forehoof wrapped around her elder's neck as she pecked her white cheek.

"We are ready, sister," Luna sighed, resting her head on Celestia's shoulder. "Please, be steady and gentle with us."

Celestia pecked her younger sister's forehead with a calm smile, briefly licking the base of her horn as their tails began to curl against each other.

"I shall be, Luna," she whispered, hugging her little sister's body close to her own as she took a glance to Cadance. She was beginning to assume her position on the platform, her legs spreading outward in preparation for what she was about to do. "You may begin when ready, Cadance."

Cadance nodded in reply, undoing her royal ponytail as she flung her mane back unbound and free. With a deep breath, she summoned her magic, casting her aura upon the lid of the black iron container of her matron. As she cracked open the lid, its heat began to spill outward, filling the room with the goddess's hot, salty musk. Though she was far from reconstituted, her presence could definitely be felt as she bubbled and gurgled in the cauldron. Cadance took a deep breath as she laid the lid down, nearly fainting as the intoxicating aroma of the goddess filled her, before she dipped her muzzle into the silvery emulsion. With a careful sip, she took the steaming broth into her mouth, knocking her head back as she gulped a significantly large portion of it down her throat. With a contented sigh, she looked towards the cauldron, smiling as she licked her lips.

Then, she pressed her forehooves together in prayer, her eyes shut as her horn gave off a faint aura of cornflower blue and magenta.

"Oh Lilith, great deity of debauchery, diviner of passion and pleasure, granter of secret, illicit desire," the princess began, not once dropping a beat. "Today is a glorious day to go out for pleasure, for today is the day that the last of your champions has arrived into our ranks! With her now among us, we may finally restore you to your former glory!"

Six white forms began to rise from the cauldron, each of them inching towards one of the six mares that had surrounded it.

"In each of these six mares you have instilled an aspect of yourself," Cadance continued, her horn still alight, "For her piety and praise of your name, you bestowed unto Twilight Sparkle your tentacles, so that she may both restrain and ravish anypony she so pleases with the greatest of ease..."

On cue, Twilight focused herself, allowing her wriggling lengths to slither out from her snatch, letting them wiggle and writhe as they wrapped around the soaking mass to guide it inside of her. The contact sent the junior princess into a kneel, howling in ecstasy as the goddess's protrusion filled out her pussy.

"For her generosity and beauty, even in orgasm, you gave Rarity the ability to control the forbidden fluids in us all, and induce orgasm at even the slightest caress..."

Rarity knew full well what was coming, and bore down expectedly, squealing gleefully as she gushed all over the white mass that plugged her marehood so perfectly.

"For her loyalty and fealty to her cause for the sake of her friend, you gifted Rainbow Dash the power of your liquid form, so that she may pleasure and receive pleasure beyond the boundaries of her physical form..."

Rainbow quickly took to her slimy self, taking in the ivory lump with gusto as it slipped inside effortlessly.

"For her honest resolve to ravish any mare or stallion, regardless of their rank, you filled Applejack with boundless stamina, so that she may enjoy the stimulus of sex morning, noon, and night to the point of being too sore to ask for any more..."

Applejack took a slightly different method of pleasing the tentacle, opting instead to ride its length like the cowgirl she was as its length was swallowed by her hardened hips.

"For her kindness to nature, and her desire to make her animal friends happy, through Photo Finish, you blessed Fluttershy with the ability to take the shape of and attract all manner of beast, so that she may share her secret pleasure with them without fear..."

Fluttershy whimpered as her body began to stretch and change into the form of a pale wolf, her mane and tail becoming a distinct, spiraling pattern on her fur. In moments, the tentacle snaked inside of her snatch, reducing her to a meek whimper once again.

"And for her desire to laugh at the conventions of the world and seek us out, you empowered Pinkie Pie with the capacity to divide her happiness to all she loves..."

Pinkie Pie twitched about as the tentacle came near her. With a few happy stretches, she triplicated, becoming three mares again as the tentacles followed suit, plunging into her pink depths as the three of them sighed contentedly. The three of them felt triple the pleasure than any of them had expected as the sweet smell of frosting mixed with the salty musk of the goddess.

"With these six as your champions, you will surely have power beyond your wildest dreams," Cadance concluded, rearing up as she kicked her front legs. "And I, Princess Cadance, Matron of the Great Love of Eros, do offer you my body, mind, and soul for you use. Take this body into your tentacles as tribute and ravish it with glee as you make it your vessel, for I am ready for you. May the cries of ecstasy that fill this room fuel you as the two of us become one!"

With these words, Luna and Celestia joined together in a kiss, their hips grinding against one another as their fellows began to join in. A cavalcade of copulation began to commence as Cadance lifted her form as high as she could, offering herself to the still-formless deity. Lilith's slimy protrusions reached all across Cadance's form, one piercing the pink folds of her periwinkle pussy as another snaked into her mouth, yawing it open as it descended into her throat. Several more began to spread her apart, fanning her wings out as her body was brought above the cauldron. Slowly, she lowered her lover into her bubbling broth, the heat of her yet-unformed body soliciting muffled moans of steamy anguish from her throat.

As she thrust into her, she began to splash onto the alicorn's coat, staining its oily hairs with her spunk. With each stroke, the beads of sweat that beaded on her body slowly began to streak down in white streams. The more Lilith pushed, the more her whiteness spread over Cadance. Her once blue aura was now usurped by her own magenta aura, and she began to see the world through her eyes. Her six champions were similarly sedated, taking in her multiple sexes with gusto as she felt their juices mingle with her own. Soon, Cadance's body began to twitch and jerk as she felt herself descending deeper into the cauldron, the white ooze reaching her face as they both descended beneath the semen.

Then, in near complete harmony, the room was filled with the din of several ponies crying out in glorious orgasm, filling the room with their own musks as their scents mingled with that of the goddess's. Her subjects writhed in glorious bliss, spraying cum of various types around the room as they lay their bodies out before her. Commoners, celebrities, laborers, heroines, and even princesses were crying out in joyous celebration of their collaborative splendor. None of them were concerned with whom they shared intercourse with. They only cared for the sweet stimulus of sex.

Soon, as the carnal calamity died away, the tentacles that were buried in those eight pony pussies began to pump away their juices. With each pump, the ponies began to revert, their bodies changing back to their innocent selves again as they lied in bliss, too tired to resist. They stirred, certainly, but they were powerless to her. as lumps of juice traveled into the cauldron, it began to form bubbles, the gooey lengths slowly retracting back to their origin point. Then, for a brief instance, a large bubble formed on the surface before making a loud, resounding pop.

Princess Celestia and her sister looked to the cauldron, knowing full well what would be coming next.

Soon, a white length emerged from the cauldron. It was a strange form that ended in smaller lengths of a similar structure to the claws of a dragon of gryphon. They wrapped around the edge of the cauldron as a similar shape joined it. Then, with a splash, a large mare thrust up from depths, splashing semen and who knows what else all over Twilight and her friends, a fraction of it splashing onto the sidereal sisters. As the unfortunate ponies wiped the cum from their corneas, a strange figure now stood before them where Cadance once was.

It was a mare. At first glance, she resembled a person from the world beyond the mirror. Her body was lithe and nymph like, her legs appearing much longer, though still partially obscured by the cum in the cauldron. As they looked on, however, it became apparent that she was more than a simple biped.

She was a being whose body was shaped from the white, steamy cum inside the cauldron. Her skin, her lips, her tongue, even her nether regions were made of pure cum, and her aura was just as much a construct of energy as it was a steaming aroma that permeated the room, wafting to all those still conscious enough to smell it. Her body was solid, yet dripping and steaming with heat.

Her eyes began to finally flutter open, revealing irises that cycled between a lovely magenta and a more sinister crimson. She lifted her hand to her face, marveling at its shape as she dragged a slightly darker white tongue across it, savoring her own flavor. She smiled, pucking her lips as she tasted what could only be a truly seminal finger.

Celestia and Luna could only stare with their mouths agape in awe of what they beheld.

Lilith had returned, and she was as beautiful—if not ever more so—than either of them could have imagined.

Author's Note

Welcome back to Wrapped in the Coil of Sin. After over 6 months of development, I hope it'll have been worth the wait. Expect the next chapter soon.

Chapter 7: Confessions and Sins

The white goddess chuckled as she rubbed a finger across the bottom of her bosom, swallowing another dollop of creamy goodness. Shortly after, she shifted her body slightly, allowing a group of tentacles to shoot out from her back, taking a similar folded position that a pair of wings would. This done, she arched her back as she let out a moan, stretching and threading her fingers together. As she did so, more of her body revealed itself to the congregation, including her navel, her thighs, and most especially her genitals. It was a sight that took the sisters' breath away, and when she finally countenanced their presence, she smiled, whisking her hair from her face as she vaulted from her resting place, revealing her secret glory as more of the cum splashed out.

"Ah, I do apologize," she said as she stretched her legs. "It's just been so long since I've looked upon this world with my own eyes or tread upon it in my own body. I was merely enjoying the euphoria of having my own body again. I hope you can forgive me."

"W-we can," Luna shuddered part of her face flushing red. "But where has Cadance gone?"

"Worry not," Lilith assured, swirling her hand on her thigh to reveal a familiar cutie mark on her glutes. "Sister Cadance is with me, now. She has offered her body to me of her own accord, and I will treat it with respect."

Celestia smiled. "And the children?"

Lilith giggled for a moment. "Children are such precious things. To them, our actions are their greatest mystery. They are told many stories of their creation, yet they never learn the truth until it's too late. Not here, however. While I don't think they should join in right away, they should at least get the truth. Then, when they feel they're ready to try for themselves, we will welcome them with open hearts and free minds."

Celestia sighed with relief as she laid a hoof on her shoulder. "So they will be allowed to witness this spectacle, but will be spared from anything serious."

"Indeed, princess," Lilith replied, reciprocating the alicorn's action. "But before that, I must ask something of you."

"Anything, my goddess."

Lilith smiled as she briefly stole a kiss from Celestia, filling her mouth with her salty flavor. She ran her sticky fingers through her lilac mane, leaning into her as she probed the princess's mouth. Celestia gladly returned the favor, taking great pleasure in getting her first taste of her patron. Then, as she sucked on the white mare's lip, she smiled and stood at attention.

"Though Cadance's body is rife with magic, and your subjects' lust empowers me greatly, I am going to need more power if I am to make aim to make good on this plan of ours," Lilith explained, her body dripping nonchalantly as she spoke.

"And how do you propose we accomplish this?" Luna asked, a blush still upon her face.

"Simple," Lilith replied, running a hand over the moon mare's face. "I would like for you both to stick your horns inside of my body."

The princesses' eyes grew wide then. Though in their experience as members of the COIL, they had performed a wide variety of queer acts, they had rarely used their horns in such a manner as this. They shared a glance, then took their positions at the front and rear of the goddess, the two lowering their necks in preparation. They shut their eyes and nodded towards the goddess, breathing out as they were pointed near their patron.

"And why must we do this, my goddess?" Celestia asked, steeling herself.

"By tapping into your magic from it's source, the influx of raw arcane power should be plenty enough for me to work my charms among the pony folk," the goddess replied, turning as she straddled Celestia's head, her horn stretching out her soaking snatch a tad. "And the best way to achieve that is to induce orgasm from your horns."

Shortly thereafter, Luna joined her sister, shuddering as Lilith's fingers took hold of her horn. She further shivered as she felt her wet tongue drag across its sensitive nerves, already feeling her body tense up. The princesses were becoming ever more apparent to just how wet the goddess' whole body was. Even as she brought their bodies together into a kiss, flicking the tip of Luna's horn with her tongue, parts of her were streaking down both their foreheads.

"You're free to keep those mouths hanging open, my dears," Lilith teased as she began to slip Celestia's lance inside of her. "I'm sure you'll want to savor every drop of this."

It was then that Lilith began her balancing act between the two princesses. To one end, Celestia's horn was slipping in and out of her soaking seminal snatch. To the other, her fingers were wrapped around Luna's horn, her tongue swirling about as she lubricated its length. Her ankles wrapped around Celestia's neck, causing her to cry out as her tongue caught a nice warm drop streaming down from the goddess's roasting loins. Lilith pulled the two closer—practically to kissing distance—as her tentacles began to become more restless. The two princesses had now become her playthings, sharing in a kiss as she held them in place in a sensual vice grip.

As Twilight began to recover from the afterglow of her orgy, she found her jaw soon dropped onto the floor as she saw her idols getting intimate with a white mare between them. If not for the fact that this mare fit the description of the being from Rarity's dream, she would have immediately raised objection. As her eyes adjusted more to fully grasp what she was seeing, her eyes became drawn to three massive shapes in the middle of the ensuing eroticism. Like ripened bananas, three massive cocks dangled before her. One for each of the princesses, and one that unmistakably belonged to the goddess.

Just the sight of them made Twilight's mouth water.

As Lilith bore into the two princesses, Twilight saw potential to try and swallow one of those royal cocks. Hoping that the goddess was distracted, she tried to slink under Celestia's nethers, her tongue just inches away from the tip of that glorious taint. She was mere moments from getting to taste that marvelous mass of meat. Yet, in her excitement, she had failed to be mindful of one thing in particular.

She had failed to notice Lilith had more tentacles at the ready.

Like a cane would drag a pathetic performer from a stage, a pair of lashing lengths wrapped about Twilight's waist, snatching her up as she found herself splashing against Lilith's dangling chest. Quicker than she could process, her muzzle was now buried between two bubbling orbs, a mixture of sweet milk and salty semen now scantly sauntering across her tongue. As she found her face being absorbed by these two balloons, a chuckle rang in her ears.

"You didn't think I'd forget you, did you?" the goddess asked as she began to press Twilight's horn deeper inside of her. "After all, you are perhaps my most loyal of servants. Why would I leave you out of this when you look so desperate for compensation of your hard work?"

Twilight couldn't find herself able to respond, if only for the fact that her mouth was filled with more white things than she could describe. Instead, she could only gurgle as something began to brush against her backside. Her whole body began to shiver as she felt a hot sword stab inside of her, filling her already gaping snatch with liquid warmth, the tentacles bracing her against her body like an opossum as she kept at pace.

With the three alicorns now in place, Lilith began to increase her tempo, her thrusts and shunts becoming faster and more aggressive. The tentacles she'd thrust into the vulnerable vulvae of the larger princesses pulsed and pumped in more rapid succession, barely leaving either them a moment to breathe. The titanomachy that took place was a sight to behold, the three princesses at the mercy of a debauched deity. The glow that would normally come from a unicorn's horn during arousal was now replaced a black miasma that began to swirl inside the white woman's body, blending into an even gray. The two sisters began to cry out, unable to hold back the pressure Lilith was pushing onto them as they grit their teeth.

Then, in a harmonic wail, the magic of the three princesses spilled into the goddess, filling her frame with a black mist that coalesced into a large, throbbing mass. Like some form of virus, it spread across her body as she released them both, sending shivers though her body as the energy pushed around her, causing her body to stretch and warp. All the while, Lilith groaned, holding her stomach in a way a mother might do with her unborn child. She kept one of her hands firmly clasped to her pelvis, as if trying to keep it all inside of her as she cried out.

"It's so big," she whimpered as she wearily attempted to stand back up. As she walked, she seemed to be coming apart as that dark, raw alicorn magic tried to push it's way out. Even as a liquid construct, she seemed to be sweating in distress as she grasped a railing nearby. "I'm not sure if I can hold it all in... I feel like I'm going to burst any second now!"

Quickly, Applejack and Rarity braced themselves against their patron, guiding her up the stairs as she continued to whimper.

"Thank you, girls," she muttered, a weak smile on her face. "I don't think that room could hold me."

The three of them hurried to the surface, wasting as little time as possible as Rarity threw open the door. With a sickening plop, the goddess collapsed onto her knees, eliciting gasps from passersby as the black blob continued to spread outward through her body. With a deep, pained cry matched only by the laborious howl of childbirth, her body began to spill out, splashing forth and expanding like mad. Like a silvery tsunami, she surged outward, a massive spire erupting from here her body once stood.

For a brief instant, the two girls could see Cadance's body, limp and listless as her body was continually caressed by the several liquid cords lapping at her hide.

Soon enough, the other four girls, alongside the remaining two princesses and their charges, took to the surface, amazed and aghast to see the object of their hard work finally come to fruition. They watched in awe as their goddess grew upward and outward, her body towering over the town as she began to let out a deep, high moan. As Lilith marveled over her completed form, so too did her followers, as their bodies began to flush with excitement, the flames of their lust being fanned by the mere sight of her. They began absentmindedly stroking their sexes, their eyes never leaving that unholy beauty before them. Celestia could only look on in astonishment, her mouth hung wide open.

As Lilith began to walk, ponies in the streets who had begun to flee suddenly stopped in their tracks. Their screams died down as they began to burn brightly with bewildered embarrassment. They looked first to the goddess, and then to one another, the fear that once filled their hearts now being replaced with desire. Though the titanic temptress loomed over them, they seemed to slowly care less of her. Instead, they moved towards one another, their eyes meeting as they began to heed the nagging whispers Lilith seemed to be supplanting in their consciences. Pairs of lips began to meet, screams of delight replaced those of terror, and a cacophony of copulation commenced.

Princess Celestia couldn't hide her hubris any longer. As she looked on to the spectacle of sex that took place right at her hooves, she felt a distinct pride in seeing her desire come true. To her eyes, it was a beautiful sight to see her subjects sharing the sensual stimulus that she had been granting to many ponies in secret prior to this. No longer suffering the bondage of taboos, they were letting their deepest desires surge forth, their blissful lust funneling into Lilith as they cried out with joy. And Lilith stood sentinel over them all, a smile crooked upon her face.

Of course, as is oft the case with events such as these, somepony had to have the audacity to challenge this new world order.

Octavia "Melody" Philharmonica and Vinyl Scratch descended from their tenement, and both looked equally surprised to see so many black cloaked mares and stallions just in front of their doorstep. However, the sight that stole the most words from either of their mouths had to be the fact that not one, not two, but three of the Equestrian princesses appeared to conspirators towards this congregation. Though Vinyl's silence was more of amazement at seeing so many ponies in such weird attire—to her, it looked more like attire for a rave party—Octavia's was of pure distress, incredulous towards the idea of the royal court being associated with such a common, vulgar, sick, licentious crowd.

"What is the meaning of this?!" the earth pony spat. "What are you doing here with all these perverted ponies?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Celestia impishly tittered, her eyes briefly glancing to Twilight. "I'm merely helping to spread the magic of love and friendship to my little ponies."

"By loosing a giant monster upon Ponyville?!" Octavia rebuked. "Do you even realize how crazy you're acting right now?"

"Well, you know what they say, Octavia," Twilight said with a crooked smile. "Love makes you do crazy things!"

As Twilight put a hoof to her shoulder, Octavia's eyes began to widen, sweat beginning to bead off her forehead as she attempted to push Twilight away. Driven mad with lust, Twilight wasn't about to have any of it. The junior alicorn kept trying to force her way upon her, in spite Octavia's clear disapproval. Soon, she had the earth pony on her back, pinned down by her forelegs as she used her rear legs to spread her captive's outward. As Celestia and her fellows had done with one another, Twilight locked eyes with Octavia, intent on bringing her in on the fun.

And yet, as she made eye contact and attempted to bore into the bassist's brain, there was a definite feeling of refusal as she did so. No matter how hard she stared, she was being rejected by some force inside of the mare. What had in a brief moment been the windows of her captive's soul now stood as a mirror of her own. She now began to see herself in those eyes, and just how far she'd come in so few days. Then, her conscience suffered a vicious riposte of clarity.

She was but mere moments away from raping somepony to win the affection of her senior. She had spent the past few days touching her friends in ways that had only just now weighed their full gravity upon her. Whether directly with Rainbow Dash under Lilith's sway, or indirectly with Applejack, she'd been forcing them into acts without their consent the whole while.

What were once the eyes of madness then softened as she released Octavia, hanging her head in shame before Princess Celestia.

"Is there something wrong, Twilight?" Celestia asked, herself now visibly worried.

"There is, Princess," Twilight sighed as she pointed wearily towards Octavia. "I've been reduced to molesting somepony."

The princess' eyes widened as she looked between her former student and the earth pony. Her once stoic facade began to show cracks as she too began to feel a tidal wave of dismay surge through her. She turned towards Lilith, whose lumbering form left massive footprints in its wake. In that terse, yet tense moment, the solar matriarch slowly began to reach that same realization that Twilight had. As it sank into her conscience, her heart soon followed, her own head hung in shame.

"...Oh?" she shuddered, her voice now trembling as she tried in vain to not make eye contact. "Oh…what have I wrought upon you all?"

As the cultists looked to their high priestess, they too became acutely aware to the disquiet of what they were committing. They felt that same sense of shame and embarrassment as the princess, and the pang of remorse that Twilight had stung them all deeply in their hearts. Eventually, the solar mare shed a tear and turned her head up.

"I have loosed a daft goddess upon this world," she sighed. "What I had intended to be the start of an era of love and peace has instead become a harbinger of wantonness and sin"

Twilight placed a hoof on her former teacher's chest.

"Don't worry, Princess," she whispered, bunching up close. "There must be some way that we can fix this."

"There is," Celestia agreed wearily. "But we'll have to come up with a plan, and the way she is now, we cannot leave Lilith unattended."

"That won't be a problem."

Suddenly, the congregation turned its attention towards three unicorns. Two of them were mares color a distinct shade of lavender, their manes streaked with pink. They both shared a similar form to one another, wearing near-identical mane styles, but while one had a solid coat, the other had a visibly striped coat. They also had similar cutie marks, with one being a heart with heart-shaped water droplets falling into it, and the other being a heart with a sword stabbed into it.

Between them was a unicorn stallion bearing a coat black as coal. His mane was a mix of steel and scarlet, his eyes bearing a garnet glimmer. The mark upon his flank was of three fox-like tails bundled together, their palette close to his mane. He briefly curtseyed before the princesses before the he gave a confident smile.

"I suppose I should make this short, seeing as we've not got a lot of time on our hooves," the ebony unicorn chuckled. "My name is Nine Tails. I am a professor at the School For Gifted Unicorns, and I couldn't help but notice the colossal cum creature standing at the horizon. It took me a moment to notice, but my two lovers were able to sense something was amiss right away."

The elder of the two unicorn mares stepped forward, taking a brief wink as she took Celestia's hoof.

"Soaking Wet," she cooed calmly. "It's an honor and a pleasure to meet you in pony. Although, to be honest, I hadn't expected it to be under these circumstances."

Celestia dryly tittered in response as her gaze was turned to the junior of the two unicorns.

"And this is my sister, Sensual Endeavor," she continued. "As Nine Tails pointed out, the two of us are… close."

A dead silence followed. Among the din of moaning ponies, a cough was heard. Most of them were unsure of how to feel about the situation. However, Twilight came to notice something.

"Wait a minute," she said with concern. "How is it that you three aren't all having rabid sex like all the others?"

"Oh, that's easy," Sensual Endeavor giddily squeaked. "The three of us deal with this kind of stuff all the time, so it doesn't really affect us as much."

"And what about me?" Octavia interjected. "Fleur De Lis looked straight into my eyes, and I didn't feel a thing."

"That's because you don't have a libido, Octy," Vinyl snickered, before being silenced by a deathly glare.

"In any event, we'll buy you some time," Nine Tails told the solar princess. "Just be quick about it!"

"We will, professor," Twilight replied, a hopeful smile on her face.

As quickly as they arrived, the trio of ponies ran in pursuit of Lilith, leaving the two bystanders and the cultists alone in the chaos. Quickly, the high priestess filed the crowd inside the compound, her eyes focused on the creature that she helped unleash.

"For this kingdom, I must stop this thing at any cost..."

***

As the Princesses looked upon their subjects, a large book laid before them, its pages splayed open as Celestia cleared her throat.

"If we are to put a stop to this mad goddess, I must first teach you all of her origin," Celestia started, her hoof against the page. "In olden pony times, Lilith was a major deity of romance and fertility. Her divine onus was to bless the young and fruitful with her gift in preparation for the spectacle of intercourse, and the miracle of creation. She would visit mare and stallion alike in the form a curvaceous courtesan, showing them the ways of love making, taking her leave not long after.

"However, as time wore on, she became more interested in the act of sex itself, rather than the purpose it had. Soon, the visitation of mortals wasn't enough to satisfy her lust. She began to molest both god and mortal alike, taking them into the throes of estrus in as many ways as she possibly could. Day after day, without a moment's pause, she ravished with reckless abandon, even discarding her original guise in favor of a form more able to please and be pleased.

"Soon, all of creation was under threat of domination beneath her mercurial heel. Without any way to stop her, both gods and mortals felt as though they were going to be forever trapped in an orgiastic prison with no means of escape.

"It was then that one of the mortals formed a ingenious plan—If Lilith's sole desire was to romance anything that moved and steal the purity of all she crossed, then they would offer her a mare so fetching and pure that she would have no choice but to stay with her. Through a bid with the gods, the two sides agreed to perhaps the smartest gambit either side had ever thought of.

"Soon enough, a trap was laid. A maiden fair and pure laid bare in a field, just ripe for the taking. Her body was ready, and she made herself look as enticing as possible. Naturally, it wasn't long before Lilith found her. But where so many other mares and stallions had their innocence taken by force, this mare had given hers willingly, letting the goddess please her in ways only a willing virgin could be pleased. Their courting lasted for many hours, and their ecstatic cries echoed across night and day alike. When their matrimony finally concluded, the exhausted deity was finally vulnerable.

"The gods swiftly took action, binding her to the form she had chosen to adopt and sealing her away in the very cauldron you see now, the flames of her insatiable lust forever keeping it warm until somepony was tempted into opening it anew."

The princess finally took a deep sigh.

"As you might expect, I was foolish enough to let myself be tempted by her."

All this time, her subjects remained quiet, the looks upon their faces filled with shock, horror, disgust, and any combinations thereof.

"So, in order to stop it, we need to find a virgin willing to give herself to Lilith?" Twilight asked, her eyes scanning the room.

The princess nodded. "It appears that is the only way."

All eyes began to turn to Octavia, who began to burn the brightest shade of red she'd ever burnt in her life.

"Oh no, I do not like where this is going!" the bassist blurted. "I am not about to sacrifice my dignity to that…thing!"

"We don't have a choice, Octy!" Vinyl countered. "One of us is gonna have to take one for the team, and considering a lot of Ponyville right now is in a fucking frenzy, we don't have a lot of volunteers!"

"I don't care!" Octavia shouted back. "That thing is massive! It could probably kill me if I tried to bait it!"

"Actually, that's not quite true," Celestia interjected. "Though Lilith as she is now is a solid construct, she is made of a large amount of liquid. Thus, in the event she did drop down upon you, you'd more than likely just get sucked inside. Once you're inside, you need only find her center of mass. There, you should find Cadance and—"

"Wait, so that thing is being controlled by Princess Cadance?" Octavia sputtered.

"Less being controlled by her and more being hosted by her," The princess corrected. "In essence, she is Lilith's 'heart'. She is the linchpin that holds her form together. Thus, should the willing maiden find herself inside Lilith's body, she would need only to reach Cadance and engage in direct intercourse. Once climax is achieved, Cadance's body should separate from Lilith's, causing her to come apart and allowing us to seal her again."

"And you're trusting me to be the one to do that?!"

"Time is short, Octavia," Princess Luna chimed in. "If we do not act soon, Lilith's power and size shall grow exponentially. She will be able to cross the breadth of Equestria if she is not stopped before reaching Canterlot. If she makes it far, then we may become demons from the sheer amount of lust that will inevitably pour into the land."

"Well, you have only yourself to blame, Your Royal Highness," Octavia scoffed. "I am not about to sacrifice my dignity to undo a foul up that you lot allowed to happen!"

A pause hit the room.

"So you would rather let a horny giantess go stomping about Equestria—and likely even further out—then take one for the team and finally see what all the fuss is about?" Vinyl asked, a look of genuine concern on her face "Never mind the rampant sex that this bitch is gonna spread in her wake; there's also bound to be a metric flankload of property damage, quite possibly the largest baby boom in our country's history, and goodness knows what else, which can now only be controlled by the willing sacrifice of a single mare!"

Vinyl looked to her roommate deeply, her violet eyes staring her down.

"The point is, we're short on time, and right now, you're probably the only pony who can save us all," she finished, her voice deprived of all humor. "And if you won't, then everyone, including us, will suffer the agony of sex eternal."

As Octavia's eyes caught the stares of almost a hundred stallions and mares, she began to cringe. Her cheeks began to burn as she looked upon their eyes. What were once wide, wild eyes of madness were now deep, dark pits of concern. As her own eyes gazed into them, she felt a pang of sorrow. It was like staring at a herd of wounded deer bearing pleading looks across their face, or a bunch of malnourished puppies simply asking to be fed.

It wasn't helping that what to be her inner voice of reason was screaming at her to turn away. And yet, she didn't know which voice to listen to. One was telling her to doom an entire nation just to protect herself, and the other was telling her to do just the opposite. Both made cases for one another, but she could only side with one of them. Though it flew in the face of all which she stood for, she could not doom thousands to the fate she desired so greatly to avoid.

And so, with a deep breath and a deeper sigh, she spoke.

"I suppose that I have no choice," she groaned, a grin of defeat upon her face. "Vinyl, if you would be a dear, I believe I'll be needing as much of your audio equipment as you can spare."

"Why's that?" Vinyl asked, cocking her head.

Octavia gave a wickedly elated smile.

"We're going to show this bitch how we do things in Ponyville."

***

A few minutes more, and amongst the calamity of carnal equines, a massive tower rose in Ponyville's town square. Stacked as high as eight or so ponies could manage, several subwoofers and speakers now stood high atop the town. At its peak stood a mare who had chosen to sacrifice her dignity and purity of self for the sake of millions. She bore a smile of sardonic determination as her eyes looked upon the creamy colossus that stood at the border.

"Is everything ready down there?" she called out, looking down from her perch.

Twilight flew up to Octavia's position, a pair of ear muffs and goggles in her arms.

"We're ready when you are," she replied, handing the headgear to the bassist. "Vinyl wanted you to have these; it's probably going to get loud."

Octavia smirked, equipping herself. "That's the idea."

Twilight gave a hopeful smile.

"We'll regroup with Professor Nine Tails and get her over," The junior princess said as she turned about-face. "When you're ready, just yell for it."

Octavia nodded, spreading her legs apart as Twilight descended to meet the others.

"Alright, girls," she said as she flapped her wing, her tentacles slithering behind her. "Let's give this bitch a taste of her own medicine."

And so, six mares charged into the direction of the white giantess that stamped her seminal feet across the town. Her body juddered with each step, and her tentacles groped many buildings, intent on introducing the unaware mare and stallions inside them to her wondrous power. Twilight and company dodged numerous bits of Debris, and Pinkie made quick use of her boon of duplication to avoid the newly-falling chunks of tiles and stones. Rarity and Twilight ran abreast, their horns adjacent to one another as they channeled their magic collectively towards the goddess. Applejack and Rainbow Dash were once again in tandem, and Fluttershy had taken the form of a falcon to follow them.

Professor Nine Tails and his assistants continued to circle around Lilith, trying to keep her from leaving the town border. Though they had done a good effort to keep the daffy deity at bay, the two mares in the professor's trio were now wrapped in Lilith's coils, at the mercy of her slimy lengths. As his ears drooped to the sound of their semi-reluctant moans of bliss, things looked bleak. Then, as the bearers of the Elements of Harmony entered closer into view, a small glimmer of hope shined in his eyes.

"Oh, thank goodness you're here!" he called, out of breath. "I hope that you lot have a plan, because I'm afraid ours has gone a little south."

"We do indeed, professor," Twilight said confidently, her extra appendages idly swinging behind her. "I suggest you cover your ears and follow us."

"Why might that be?" the professor quipped, his eyes vaguely following the wriggling lengths of the alicorn princess.

Twilight simply grinned. "It's going to get very loud."

Confused, the ebony stallion followed the lavender princess, regretfully abandoning his companions. Applejack and Pinkie helped to guide the professor, with Fluttershy, Twilight, and Rarity running interference.

With concentrated beams to the her loins, the two unicorns guided the goddess towards their trap, baiting her with jolts of pleasure whilst dodging her own assaults against them. Bolt after bolt stuck into her liquid form, causing it to judder and jiggle with each volley. Like a carrot tied to the end of a stick, Lilith was kited toward the girls' set up.

Octavia's eyes glanced up, and a smirk crawled to her face.

"What took you so long?" she chided, wiggling her flank tauntingly. "I was sure I was going to have to start dancing with myself."

"Is it time?" Twilight called out. "I don't think we can hold her for too long!"

"Not just yet!" Octavia called out, still doing her one-mare dance before the deity. "See if you can get her closer!"

Twilight gulped and nodded to Rarity, the two unicorns flanking the two sides of the speaker tower. With a combined burst of energy, Lilith froze in place. Her eyes rolled back as she was reduced to kneeling, her head just barely grazing the tower as her whole body splashed down. Fragments of her form flung off into the distance as tiny rivulets drooped from her extremities.

In the periphery of her blurred vision, a gray wriggling blob floated about. As her senses returned, a fresher scent graced her nose. That smell of a yet unclaimed mare drifted to her, and it quickly secured her attention. Her sights became set upon the presenting pony before her, propping her body up with her hands. Lifting herself up, she turned about face, taking the tower carefully in her gooey hands as if it were a massive penis.

As a shadow was cast down upon Octavia, she brought her gaze higher, staring into the puffy abyss that rose above her. Though part of her mind was still screaming at her to back away from what she was doing, she knew it was too late to retract her decision now. She simply swallowed her tongue and prepared for the worst. As drops plopped around her, she shut her eyes and opened her arms, ready to be swallowed by those flared folds like a sacrificial lamb.

As the fleshy portal drew ever closer, she giggled a bit, perhaps as a reflex of her own deep-seated aversion to what she was about to do. Truth be told, she couldn't decide which was scarier; the fact that she was going to give up her virginity, or the fact that she was going to give it to this massive mare that now loomed above her head. She couldn't do much but giggle wickedly to try and take her mind away from it.

As she felt herself pass through the gynecological gateway, she took a breath, making a gesture towards Twilight to start her half of the ritual. She did not want to call out to Twilight for fear of alerting the titan to their plan, so she instead made a more physical signal that she was ready, placing her hooves over her ears and hoping that the intended message got through to Twilight.

Thankfully, Twilight was astute enough to notice Octavia's signaling, and made a similar motion to Rarity. Rarity nodded, following the cabling to meet up with Twilight at the console. The rest of the group slowly came together, the professor being the last to arrive, his eyes still fixed on his flailing female companions. Earmuffs and goggles were passed around like candy, and they equipped themselves properly for what was going to be the most daring endeavor they had ever gone through.

When everyone was ready, Vinyl approached the console with a slightly solemn, slightly excited face. She had done things like this many times in the past. Only now, many lives were on the verge of being swallowed in a sea of estrus. Even in the chaos, however, she felt a certain pride in being allowed to become the heroine of the piece. With a smirk, she said four words.

"Let's wub this shit."

Mashing her hoof into the console button, Vinyl brought to life the massive tower before her, causing the massive spire to erupt in sonic force. A load squeal of pleasure shook the town, threatening many of its windows with the chance of shattering as Lilith bore down on the decibel-endowed dildo, taking it deeper into her body. Her tentacles began to relax their grip on Soaking Wet and Sensual Endeavor, dropping them right into Nine Tail's range for him to catch in his magic.

Narrowly evading the descending deity, the ponies watched in awe as her squeals nearly drowned out the oscillating music now juddering the whole of her being.

Phase one had been completed, and now phase two was set to begin.

***

Octavia could barely concentrate in the field of sound that now surrounded her. Much of the world around her was erratic and shaky, filling in the field of white with flecks of assorted color. Octavia's breath was held, and she began to swim, following the bubbles as she began to make out a distinct squeal among the many noises. Her eyes opened slightly as she followed the trail of noise. It was like tailing faeries in a fog. Following what little indicators she could, she followed the current upward.

As she paddled her way through the spunk, the oscillations began to die away, giving way to the gasps of a lone mare, muffled slightly by the liquids around the bassist. With greater fervor, Octavia scrambled to that noise, determined to stop the madness around her as expediently as possible. Amidst the kaleidoscopic menagerie, a more definite periwinkle shade was in Octavia's sights. She could see Cadence, bound by silvery liquid chains, her body being teased by their contact in every spot possible. She was flushing with red as her body remained splayed around in her little pocket of air.

With hardened resolve, Octavia kicked faster and faster, breaching her way inside the sphere of air like a breaching dolphin. In that instant, the whirring and whining of electronic music died away, leaving only the sounds of their breaths to fill the dead space inside. Cadence's eyes drooped down to address the earth pony, her wings at full mast as her body flooded an even deeper shade of red. Octavia looked upon the princess, her cheeks burning brightly as she discovered the mare was erect in more ways than one.

"Thank goodness," the periwinkle princess gasped, her body pulled taut by the lengths wrapped around her. "Are you here to rescue me?"

Octavia nodded slowly, her eyes still fixed on Cadance's colossal cock.

"I didn't expect it would be in quite this way, but yes," she panted. "Just let me catch my breath; I had to swim up a good distance."

Cadance didn't object. She too was at the mercy of the beast that surrounded them. She had bigger problems to worry with than a pause for breath.

Octavia made her gasps terse and shallow, slowing down with each subsequent breath. Her vision became clearer, and her senses of hearing and scent became sharper. She felt more alert and alive now, and as she looked to Cadence, she made a loud gulp as she approached the mare.

You can do this, Octavia, she murmured in her head. "You just have to ride that… thing attached the princess. Just close your eyes and nature take its course."

Steeling herself with a few more breaths, she approached the restrained mare, straddling the enormous erection before her, gasping as her dormant labia began to pull apart from its contact.

"Please," Cadence pleaded. "Be gentle with me."

"I will certainly try," Octavia murmured, pressing her lips against those of the princess. "It's my first time, though."

Cadence nodded as best she could, and Octavia began her initial descent down the princess' glossy goober, gasping as its girth ground against her pubic bone. She inhaled sharply, drawing out a long moan as she continued to bear down on the behemoth bulge. She began to hold her hooves against the shaft as her eyes rolled into her head.

Though it was a sound shared only between the two of them, the caterwauls that crept from Cadence and Octavia rebounded ceaselessly in their little pocket of protection.

The old Octavia would never have dreamed of performing such base and vulgar acts. And yet, as she began to swim in so many pleasurable hormones, she felt her old self burn away, her mind now welcoming an ever-burgeoning sense of clarity as a euphoric high filled her.

The mare Octavia had once been was gone now. The new Octavia was beginning to taste freedom for the very first time.

And that freedom tasted oh so very sweet.

***

Outside, Twilight and company watched as the seminal goddess seized up. Her back arched inward as her erect phallus begged for attention as she wrapped her slender fingers around the shaft. Not caring for who was watching, she pumped her penis promptly, letting out raspy, immodest moans for all to hear as she continued her strokes down the auditory dildo.

With their former matron now definitely distracted, the rest were free to watch and discuss. Twilight turned to Princess Celestia, anxiety building in her as she tried to summon the courage to speak her mind. This was perhaps her only chance to spit it out, now that she was finally lucid.

"Princess?" she asked, her voice slowly dying of embarrassment. "I have something I need to get off of my chest."

Princess Celestia looked to her student, a hopeful smile on her face.

"Yes, Twilight?" The princess asked, holding Twilight's chin.

"There's a reason why I went through all this, Princess," Twilight sighed. "It wasn't just the wild sex, or the fact that I was under a magic oath to you, but the fact that you were the one behind it all."

"I'm not sure I follow," Celestia replied, blushing a bit.

"Truth be told, princess, I've always held you in high esteem," Twilight continued. "To me, you're the most important mare I've had the pleasure of knowing. Ever since I was a filly, I've looked up to you for guidance, always hoping to earn your praises and grow closer to you as a student."

Nearby, Lilith continued to pleasure herself, taking one hand from her dick in favor of tweaking one of her sopping nipples.

"In a way, I've always feared letting you down. I've always wanted to please you in any way I could, hoping I could be rewarded for my hard work by the end of it..."

The goddess' breath came increasingly more erratic and frenzied as she continued to pump her loins upon the speaker shlong whilst stroking her own in rapid succession.

"I've always had this desire to be with you, Celestia," Twilight sighed. "To be by your side, huddled in your bosom like any beloved would."

Both Twilight and the Princess felt their bodies light up a delightful shade of red. Lilith continued to masturbate furiously, her cries threatening to shatter windows with how loud and aggressive they were becoming. Her body was starting to form massive bubbles, and veins began to appear where there were previously none. Her white body was beginning to turn a shade of pink as she knocked her head back, her off-hand now holding her chest as felt ever greater stirring from within.

"I guess I'm just trying to say that..." Twilight paused, her throat feeling particularly dry as she strained herself for words. "I love you."

Before the princess could reply to Twilight's statement, a piercing shout filled the air as Lilith's orgasm exploded outward. Before any of them were even vaguely aware of what was happening, the ponies who were unphased by Lilith's power were plunged into the pearly depths of immeasurable amounts of cum. Swallowed by a silver tide, ponyville was awash with whiteness, swept up into a carnal current that carried them elsewhere. As Twilight and the others surfaced, they quickly began to notice familiar faces amongst the throng.

Lyra and Bon-Bon clung together in a lover's embrace, sharing what they thought would be their final kiss. Their front legs were wrapped around one another, braced against their backs with wandering hooves. They weren't mindful of who was watching them as they greedily swallowed each other's tongues, sharing each other's breaths as they turned their heads to better share their palettes.

Lotus and Aloe were much more joyful, rubbing the strange goo into each other's coats as if it were a newfangled beauty product. The whiteness began to smear into their blues and pinks, making them glisten in the sunlight as it matted into their hides. They seemed equally flippant of their actions, simply enjoying their own personal time together.

But amongst all the entranced ponies, Berry Punch's reaction was by far the strangest. She seemed to be swimming in the river of cum, scooping up generous gulps into her mouth like a dolphin surfacing for air. She seemed to be enjoying herself the same way a pig enjoys rolling in the mud. She may have been drunk, but Twilight certainly couldn't tell. She was more concerned with riding out the waves.

A few minutes passed, and the waves began to ebb slower and heavier as it began to dissipate in the more open fields around the town. Twilight and the others tried to swim to a pole or some other stable structure to hang onto as the current slowly began to slow, a white body spilling out from the tide. As the string of ponies washed ashore near the goddess, they looked upon the mess that had become of the town. As the villagers looked dazed and confused at the blanket of white that covered their town, most were at a loss for words.

That was with exception to Octavia, of course.

As she laid cuddled near Cadance, her hooves near her beating breast, Octavia looked to the sky, a bright, peaceful sun greeting her. A sense of satisfaction flowing through her veins as she thrust a hoof up into the air in triumph.

Vinyl dashed up to see Octavia, eyes wide as she rushed to her side.

"Octy!" the DJ cried out, "Are you alright?"

Octavia said nothing at first, simply nodding her head and smiling.

"How did it feel?" Vinyl asked, helping her up.

"It felt amazing, Vinyl," Octavia replied. "Awkward, a bit wonky, and certainly not what I anticipated, but amazing, nonetheless."

Vinyl Scratch and Octavia hugged, and as the other citizens began to look to one another, they eventually just dismissed it all with a shrug and resumed intercourse as if nothing were wrong.

Twilight and Princess Celestia looked to each other, a burning shame in each other's eyes as they inched closer to one another. They tried to face each other, but they couldn't help but stick to periphery glances toward one another.

"Twilight?" The princess squeaked in a rather unbecoming, shamed tone.

"Yes, Princess?" Twilight asked, kicking up some dirt idly in her hoof.

"I just wanted to say... I share the sentiment."

Twilight's jaw began to droop.

"If I'm to be honest, I've held a similar endearment to you for some time now," Celestia continued. "I've watched you grow from a young filly into my most prized pupil. I've received several letters of you learning and growing as a young, productive mare of society. To see you achieve so much in such relatively small time has honestly been the most stunning achievement I've accomplished in years."

To say Twilight was tickled pink would be an understatement.

"I've been holding things like this back for ages, Twilight." Celestia looked to the now exhausted body of Lilith, now prostrating before the town. "I feel it is this overwhelming restraint that allowed Lilith to beguile me in the first place. I was so obsessed with keeping that sordid facet of me sealed away that she found the one link in her chains I had overlooked. She managed to convince me to cut loose and set in motion this whole daffy dilemma."

The alicorn approached the deity, holding her chin up.

"What good would dooming her to the same fate that I had doomed myself to for eons do?" she asked. "If anything, I think we all learned a lesson from this."

"We have?" Twilight and Lilith asked in reply as the rest of the mane six converged.

"Indeed," Celestia said as she helped Lilith onto her weary feet. "Nothing good can come from holding back one's urges. It only gives them more incentive to break loose and cause even more trouble than they should. Instead, they require natural outlets to be let loose in, and explored to satisfaction."

"I see..." Twilight said, her coat now flushed so red that it almost became more pink than purple. "So what will we do with her?"

Celestia smirked. "I have my plans for her. But for now, I think it's time we settled this unresolved tension, then clean up the mess we've made."

"W-what do you mean, Princess?" Twilight stammered, practically shrinking into an insecure little ball.

Celestia then silenced her student with an impassioned kiss to the lips, wrapping her forelegs around her as she playfully pulled her down into her embrace.

It was then, in front of the weakened deity and Twilight's friends, that they publicly made their love for each other truly known.

***

And thus, after perhaps one of the most massive orgies Ponyville had ever known, the town began to restore itself to status quo. After several hours worth of cleaning and repairs, Princess Celestia was now in Mayor Mare's office with a scroll at her desk. It had been opened, the wax seal frayed apart as she mayor read it over.

"I see," the tan mare of artificially greyed mane affirmed as she rolled the scroll shut. "So I assume you're taking measures to prevent a repeated incident?"

"Yes, Mayor Mare," Celestia confirmed, nodding briefly. "I have given the book to an expert in the field in which it details."

The mayor cocked an eyebrow. "And what of Lilith?"

"She's being moved to someplace where she can… indulge herself without disturbing anypony."

"And where might that be?"

Celestia simply smirked. "You'll know in due time. In any case, I must take my leave. I've an appointment with Twilight, and I simply mustn't keep her waiting."

The mayor was about to say something, but was quickly silenced by the closing of the door in front of her.

***

Night had begun to fall as Princess Celestia and Twilight lay cuddled next to one another. A plethora of papers lay scattered around the two as several hastily-scribbled notes whilst the two nuzzled each other.

The two were quiet for a while, simply enjoying each other's company, before Celestia decided to break the ice.

"So, Twilight, how was I?"

Twilight froze. Her mind began to short-circuit, the gears grinding to a halt as the record that was her train of thought abruptly skidded off-kilter. Her mouth tried to form words, but almost all of them slurred into an incomprehensible mess of mumbling as part of her secretly wished to melt away at that very moment. However, as her mind scrambled, a fail safe soon came through, and she began to slowly laugh off her mentor's question.

"I assume you liked it, then?"

Eventually, Twilight settled on merely nodding, resting her head upon Celestia's breast and sighing to herself.

"I'm glad to have finally gotten my chance," Twilight murmured quietly. "It makes me feel…complete."

The elder princess giggled.

"I'm just glad that we've finally established our relationship," Celestia said happily. "I was honestly getting of having to hide it."

"I know, Princess," Twilight sighed. "I'm glad we're finally by ourselves for a change."

"You know, I'm standing right here."

Both the princesses practically leapt from their hides as their eyes turned to Spike.

"How long have you been here?" Twilight squeaked in a manner that the princess couldn't help but giggle at.

"About five minutes," Spike replied, shrugging. "I was just about to leave, anyhow; just wanted to let you know we have to start making plans for Nightmare Night."

"Oh...kay," Twilight shuddered as she slunk back. "Can it wait a few minutes?"

Spike simply shrugged and walked away.

Once he was out of the room, Princess Celestia let a lewd grin creep upon her face.

"So, Twilight," she giggled, her hoof trailing her former student's chest. "What say you to another roll in the hay?"

"Roll in the—" Twilight paused, before realizing what Celestia meant. "Oooooh... I think I get the idea..."

The two then proceeded to stand, walking to Twilight's bedroom. As the two of them prepared for another sensuous romp, Twilight placed a sign on the door before closing it.

On the sign read for simple words.

DO NOT DISTURB

BRAINSTORMING

Author's Note

And with that, our story concludes! I might add a bonus chapter at some point, but as is, it's good and done.