It Came From the Abominaspell!

by Jabbie

Rating: mature
Tags: Comedy, Random
Length: 1980

A spell gone awry.

Twilight needs a new assistant more competent than Spike, but with the Cutie Mark Crusaders around, she gets more than she bargained for with a bizarre transformation spell. ***So disturbingly sexually explicit…

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-23 11:58:32 UTC

It Came From the Abominaspell!

It was just an average day in Ponyville for the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They merrily hopped around playing their silly little foalish games, when suddenly, sweet little Applebloom had an idea. "Hey guys, how bout we get our cutie marks today?"

Of course the other two young fillies thought the idea was just grand. "That's a great idea! Where should we start?" Young Sweetie Belle asked with the utmost sense of glee.

Scootaloo was equally as enthused. "How about we try zip-lining?" She said with a shining grin.

The other two fillies looked at her with condescending grins as they spoke in unison. "Scootaloo..."

"Sorry..." She said with an unsure smile backing away.

Applebloom opened her little mouth and piped up. "Well, I have an idea, a heck of a good one if I say so myself."

"Well? What is it?" The other two asked, brimming with anticipation.

"Follow me and I'll tell ya on the way!" The three cheerfully trotted down the road from the Sweet Apple Acres to Ponyville.

***

Twilight Sparkle sat impatiently at her desk as she alphabetized a large stack of notes. "Spike, which should go first? A hyphen or a semicolon?" She asked with a genuinely concerned tone.

"Does it matter?" Spike cocked an eye and waved his claw in a prissy manner.

"Of course it matters! I can't just stack these papers in some random unorganized fashion!" Twilight groaned and tossed the entire stack over her shoulder.

"Uh, something bothering you?" Spike began to pick the mess of paper up without thinking twice.

Twilight's face fell to her desk. "I'm just so sick of these menial tasks that you're too incompetent to handle."

"Hey! I'm plenty comp- uh, compe-tent! Yeah! I'll race you right now, lets see who can organize their pile fastest!" Spike unevenly divided the stack then quickly and inaccurately began organizing.

Twilight looked down at him for a moment, realizing her pile was much bigger. "Spike... Competent! Not Competitive! Grr, way to prove my point!"

"Heh, uh, right, I knew that..." Spike dropped his sloppy pile of parchment and looked down with a frown.

Twilight quickly realized she was being too hard on him and he didn't deserve such treatment. "I'm sorry Spike, I shouldn't yell at you. I've just been so stressed lately and all this work is getting to me. How about we take a break and spend some time together, just you and me."

Spike wiped a mock tear, "You mean it?"

Twilight nodded. "Mhm."

"Can I have ice-cream?" Spike asked hopefully.

"Sure, just a little though. Get me some too." Twilight smiled as her little friend gladly hopped into the kitchen.

She began to levitate all her papers back onto her desk when she noticed something interesting. Her eyes scanned a sheet of paper containing notes on an experimental spell, the Abominaspell.

This spell temporarily fuses three or more subjects into one being, combining their brain power and making them hyper-intelligent with a capacity to absorb and learn information at an extremely rapid rate once thought impossible by modern magical science.

Twilight's interest was sparked, and the next section of notes pertained to her current life problems.

The spell can also be used to turn lesser equids like sheep and cows into highly competent assistants. Once the spell wares off, the animals will have no recollection of the transformation or anything that happened during.

Side effects can be a problem. The transformation will often turn the targets into an amorphous mass of flesh with highly variable extremities jutting out from several surfaces. These extremities are likely to be digit-less tentacles capable of writing, moving small objects, and reaching most hard to reach places. Most would consider the end result of the transformation a hideous abominable atrocity, hence the name, Abominapell.

For best results, transform the targets near the area you'll have them work, for they are likely to be unable to move on their own and potentially very prone to injury.

Always keep in mind this is still an unofficial spell and very experimental. Only meant to be performed under professional supervision and with utmost caution.

Danger rating- 0/5

Long Term Risk Rating- 0/5

Unexpected/Undesired Results- 4/5

Overall Spell Effectiveness- 3/5

In one hundred lab recorded uses of the spell, there were zero injuries. This spell has not been tested on Ponies or creatures of equal intelligence.

Side Note: In the majority of practices, the mutated target seemed to be aware of the spell caster's intentions as to what the target was meant to do without being instructed. One caster meant to have the target stack six blocks directly on top of one another, and the target started to complete the task without being instructed to do so. Several more instances of similar events occurred frequently.

As of now, the idea is that the caster's intentions are carried through spell as he or she casts it. This is unclear, but opens a door to a new kind of spell.

Twilight placed a hoof on her chin as she finished reading. A temporary assistant with her intentions and high competence sounded too good to be true. However, she needed subjects to submit to this. Interrupting her thoughts, Spike came walking in with two large bowls full of ice-cream.

"Spike, I said a little." Twilight smiled as she levitated her bowl over to her desk.

"What? This is a little, I usually eat the whole carton." He said, taking a large bite.

Just then, three young fillies came trotting into the library. "Hi Twilight! We were wondering if you could help us with something?"

"What did you girls need?" Twilight asked with a smile.

"We thought you could use a new assistant, or assistants! We're Cutie Mark Crusader Librarians!" The three shouted in unison.

"Oh girls, I don't need..." Twilight's eyes shot open. "Um... I don't, uh. Hold on."

Twilight stood up and dragged Spike into the kitchen. "Hey, how about you go pay a visit to Rarity. I'm sure she'd love the company."

Spike's grin grew from ear to ear. "Really? You never let me go to Rarity's alone."

"Well, you're getting older and you know. Go have fun." Twilight shooed him away and he gladly walked out the front door.

"So girls, you want to be my assistant huh? Well maybe we can try something out." Twilight deviously rubbed her front hooves together as she wore an ominous grin.

Each filly looked to the other with an unsure expression. "Um, sure. What did you wanna try?" Scootaloo spoke up, regaining her earlier confidence.

"Just a spell to turn you three into super assistants." Twilight's mind filled with potential outcomes. If lesser equids have the brainpower to become highly competent, then I wonder what these three could accomplish. She grinned as she stared at her ceiling.

"Wow, super assistants?! That sounds awesome!" The three jumped for joy as they prepared to be transformed.

"Alright, just a moment and we'll get started. First come stand by my desk and look at this stack of papers." Twilight trotted to the other end of the room and lit her horn.

"Perfect, now count the ten." Before the three reached the number five, she shot off the spell.

Each filly became wrapped in a layer of thick purple magic as they were forced closer and closer together, until they became one heaping mass of flesh and tentacles. Twilight's eyes widened as the abominable heap began organizing her papers with amazing speed.

"Yes, perfect!" She trotted up to it and watched it separate and re-stack. "Oh, so the hyphen goes first? Are you sure?" She asked.

A strange opening in the center of the blob began to move. "Yes, Twilight Sparkle, we are sure."

"Ooh, excellent." She smiled, feeling accomplished.

The blob began to speak once again. "Now that this task is complete, we will begin the next task."

Twilight looked around, wondering what exactly that could be. She shrugged then was taken by surprise as two strong tentacles wrapped around her. She attempted to use her magic to break free but another smaller tentacle wrapped around her horn, blocking the flow of magic.

"Ack, what are you doing?!" She shouted.

"Calm yourself, the next task given to us is: Perform stress relief. You are very stressed and it is in our best knowledge that sexual activity is the best and simplest form of stress relief." The blob tightened its grip on Twilight's horn, sending waves of undesired pleasure through her body.

"I, I didn't tell you to... Just stop..." She attempted to fight, but couldn't break free.

"We won't stop until the task is completed."

In the back of her mind, she knew she wanted this, but the rest of her mind forced her to fight. With each pull of her hoof or the flailing of her head, the mass tightened it's grip. Soon, more tentacles began to emerge from the fleshy heap, each one wrapping around another limb until each limb was securely stretched out to its limit without inflicting pain. Twilight instinctively continued pulling, partially hoping to escape, partially beginning to enjoy the sensation of being restrained.

Her head was pulled back as she began to feel the soft tip of a tentacle running down her chest and between her legs. Before she knew it, it slipped inside of her, pulsing and growing to fit her perfectly. As she moaned out loud, another thicker tentacle quickly forced it's way into her mouth, filling her and effectively silencing her moans. She was still moaning beneath her breath as she heaved out her nose, sucking on the flesh in her mouth.

The tentacle between her legs continued pushing deeper and deeper, driving her towards an orgasm. Her entire body began to quiver beneath the restraining grasp of the pile of flesh beneath her. Her eyes rolled up in the back of her head and mid orgasm, another tentacle made its way into her lower opening. She bit down on the flesh in her mouth as a second tentacle penetrated her in a way she'd never been penetrated before.

She pulled harder and the restraints constricted tighter, only adding to her sense of rising pleasure. She began to feel herself thrusting her own hips in time with the monster beneath her, pushing down as hard as she could, hoping for the deepest penetration possible. She began to squeeze the objects with all the might her lower muscles had to offer as she came to another more intense orgasm.

The first tentacle slowly slipped out from the depths of her sensually throbbing vagina. It dripped with the liquid excitement from the overly pleasured unicorn. The other came out just after, slowly tucking itself away back into the mass of flesh. Before Twilight was completely lowered the the floor, the spell dispersed.

Twilight came crashing to the floor and three disoriented fillies sat in front of her.

"Ow, my head. What happened?" They each asked in their own way.

Twilight was panting, unable to focus. "You three... you go on home, Twi, Twi-Twi's busy." She laid back and let her limbs fall limp as her tongue flopped out of her mouth.

The three fillies slowly backed away, not sure what to think.

Twilight leaned up, "Hey, wait. You three should come back soon. You're all great assistants." She said as she collapsed back down to the floor.

"Uh, sure thing Twilight. We love to help out." Each smiled and left the room just as Spike walked in.

"Whoa, what happened Twilight? It smells like Rarity's room in here." Spike scratched his chin and walked past her.

Twilight giggled and got up to finish her ice-cream, no longer feeling stressed in the least. "Oh, just a little magical experimentation is all. It was done in the name of, Science"