Dear Princess Celestia,

I felt the need to investigate what happened to my other friends, as I felt that I can’t save Pinkie Pie on my own, as she has gone far too deep into this darkness that is consuming us. I also feel I am running out of time and that I set up the barrier too late to prevent complete isolation from the magic that resides in the Pearl. I tried destroying it, but the accursed artifact seems to be made from some unknown material. Rest assured, I will find a way to vanquish this evil, before I become one of them… I hope. For this reason, I have asked Spike, who has grown a bit, which in itself is worrying, to write down everything I say during mail recital, so the evil does not manipulate my statements… got all that Spike? Good!

I started my inquiry with Rarity, as I hoped her strong and eloquent psyche would make her more immune to the magic. Sadly, I was mistaken. The boutique sing was taken down, and Sweetie Belle, or at least a very sexy adult version of her, complete with a maid costume awaited me on my way in. Her voice was still like that of an angel, but her talk was tempting as that of a succubus. It took me all my composure to say no to her plea to take my barrier down, and how letting the voice made her an adult, and every other filly in town, as she confessed, was the best thing that ever happened to her. Eventually, she pouted and said my object of desire… well of inquiry was inside, serving a client. Then it hit me, and I rammed the door open. It was not what expected… but in a sense I should have known Rarity’s ego survives any form of indoctrination. The image of her spanking Big Mac, who was strapped in gear, gagged and bend over, while she was posing like a true dominatrix was really getting to me. On this note I should inform you that regardless of this curse that has befallen our town, I might be knowledgeable in some types of fetishistic activities, for scientific purposes only, of course. I stood there, helpless as she grabbed me with her magic, bend me over her desk, and began to do the same to my plot as well. It hurt so much, and I cried a little… but for a minute there I was… pleasure… Oh curses! Spike, can you get me some tissues, we need to clean the carpet.

Luckily, I regained my senses and used my superior magic abilities the turned the tables on her. Oddly enough she did not protest, and only said that she always found me as the best dom in Ponyville, which I took as a compliment… wait what? Calm down Twilight, calm down… That statement indicated that her memories were being manipulated, as I never was nor will I ever be… a picture of a powerful mare, destined for greatness and all around carnal pleasure. With a whip and attractive clothing, twisting other ponies psyche until only she is the real Goddess they bow down to…
Spike, more tissues!

I can also report that Luna was in my dream, but this one was surly my doing, as her horn was much smaller. Don’t ask how I know.

Your best student,

Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note

Rarity, bringing class to the art of spanking.