Wrapped in the Coil 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.”