Sweetie stood in a forested clearing where a magnificent green sun pulsed power through a blue web of energy. As the energy moved she saw it touch down to a mighty castle in the distance. Trotting over she saw her herdmates connected by a blue thread, their minds aglow with a pink aura that radiated love and need.

Looking at them she saw an overlay of her mental image of the mindweb and where they were all connected. A rainbow of light snaking through the web infusing their very souls to the web where they were originally just their essence. Sweetie Belle opened her mind and felt all the ponies they were connected to, all the lives they touched, and sent her magic through it to wrap her magic upon them. As she did she saw a weaker, more gentler under section to the web. Adding the minds and powers of those touched to the underweb. She saw and felt all the lives under her and her few chosen. But there were a few who were too far away, or whose wills were too strong to simply infuse to the mindweb. Grinning with the rush of power she swore that she’d have more. With these new lives to serve and help keep those she loved happy.

With a blast of light she saw the outline of wings form on her back and her body as well as her magic strengthen as a Cutie Mark appeared on her flank. A rose pink heart inside a fuschia eight pointed star representing her love and magic. That was in the center of an electric blue web representing her mindweb and the connections she saw and touched. Squealing she ran to her lovers.

“Look! Look! I have a Cutie Mark, and I almost look like a Princess!” Sweetie said joyously.

Spire watched happily as his magnificent Mistress danced with glee, but felt a weird chill in her belly. She knew that she was at the point in her development where she was gathering genetic material for her child. But wanted to give Sweetie the greatest gift of all. A child of the herd with everypony’s seed was part of the gift.

Strolling up to her love she gave her a happy hug along with the rest and requested, “Sweetie my love can I request something?”

“Hmmm?” Sweetie retorted curiously.

“Can you give the rest of our mate’s delicious cocks and have them fill me with their seed?” Spire pleaded.

Sweetie lovingly kissed Spire and as she did the love and joy she felt for Spire flared through the rest of the dreamscape filling the other herdmates with that joy. Reaching out with her magic she gave the rest of her herdmates mighty wangs and watched and felt as their magic, essence, and what almost felt as their bodies go to Spire and give her the seed she desired.

After what felt like hours of mind blowing sex Spire felt the magic from her lovers infuse into her proto-egg, and shifted from the various traits she loved about her fellow mates. Laying back she knew that there was at least three more to add to her egg before she was willing to go pregnant. Then she’d surprise Sweetie Belle and the herd with the greatest gift she could give.

The mindweb and underweb was a flurry of chatter. As minds and essences fell under Sweetie’s sway, and grew more connected than ever imagined. All the while Sweetie listened to the each word, each desire, each feeling as if she was speaking to them one on one. It was glorious, and with just a small trickle of magic she cultivated every ounce of love, every orgasm, every feeling of joy and spread it amongst all of the web. Letting them have a taste of her love.

It was glorious. Even though they weren’t of the herd, she reveled in the minds and souls of her herd and the minds and essence of the underweb. To hold all those lives in her hoof. To know everything about them and spread love and joy to everypony. It was the greatest rush. Although she did feel a weird thrumming in her essence as the greed of Dragons and the Elements of Harmony rubbed upon each other. But it was quickly overshadowed by the joy she got through expanding her web. If anypony would have told Sweetie Belle only four days ago that she’d have discovered something so beautiful and powerful she would’ve thought they had too much of AppleJack’s special cider.

Now though, it felt how Sweetie imagined a Princess must feel like. And nothing could have made her night more amazing. But what she didn’t know was that this dream was not a dream but a mental interpretation of the web. And all that she did and felt was very, very, real.

Author's Note

Short chapter is short.