To Celestia,

Damn it this rope is begging to itch! Focus Twi, focus. Okay, let’s try this again. I am writing to you from my library. With all of my friends with me, waiting to see what will ensue. But I guess one more letter of revelation should be a nice thing to do. My hope to save Ponyville was now resting on the fact that AJ was someone not affected by the artifact. That trip did not go as planned, and I think it only made things bleaker in that regard.

But at least I got to see something positively intoxicating. There she was, in all of her toned glory, with cowgirl boots, some nice chaps, without the jeans, of course, and a lasso. Our dear friend Applejack. Sweat was dripping around her curves as she pulled her strings, making her brother, who was spread eagled on a table quiver with moans and yells for help.

Ah, dammit Spike! I know Applejack was sexy and tempting is hell back there, but if hit me with your sperm, I swear I will end you. Now stop rubbing, dragon. The Lady commands it.

Serves you right. Don’t you look at me like that, I know you enjoyed that hoof stomp. I know I did.

Now where was I, oh yes, sweating Applejack. She turned around and smiled nervously. She asked what was I doing here, and shouldn’t I be in Canterlot for my annual visit to my family. I was confused, as she did not show me the level of respect I had with the rest of my friends. Annoying, I know. I asked her if anything unusual had happened in the last few days. She replied with a soft shake of her head, signaling that nothing really was out of the norm, apart from a rather ad hoc plea coming from Apple Bloom to stay for the night at Sweetie Belle so that they can “try some science stuff”.That could only mean one thing. The power of The Pearl never made it to here. Applejack and Big Mac were just doing what the usually do on some evenings!
I asked her, after she pulled Big Mac again, just so the restraints don’t loosen up to much, as how long had the two been playing like this. She smiled nervously and said a year, admitting she rather enjoys the empowerment buzz, so that she can be focused on her work the rest of the time, and that Big Mac like to be the soft vulnerable pony every once in a while. She also asked if I could ask Pinkie Pie for some lube that she sells under the desk at Sugar Cube Corner.

Then came the realization. The Black Pearl never changed our thoughts, it just destroys our inhibitions, and gives our alter egos power so that we can fulfill our desires. So, that means, Mistress Sparkle was always me! But before I could comprehend that my walls of restraint were crumbling, she gave me the rope, so that I could pull. I loved it; the control, the wanton look on Big Mac’s face. I pulled once more, but this time making sure to rub myself while doing so. Applejack kissed me on the cheek in a nurturing way. The session itself lasted an hour or so, with me, Applejack, Big Mac and even Spike taking turns in the ropes or as the puppet master.

It was lovely visit indeed, and I wanted to return in kind, inviting the both to my cottage, with wicked desire to see the magic of The Pearl in real time. One approving nod and teleport later, we were there.
It did not take long for the magic to enter them, and I had the popcorn ready. Well Spike got me some, the lovable stud.

No Spike, I said oaf, not stud! Do you want me to stomp you again? Do you want me to never stomp you again? Thought so. Now continue to write as I say it, or no more hoofsies, ever.

The effects on Applejack were subtle but efficient. The boots got a slightly bigger heel, the hat became black, and a pair of black latex gloves slowly materialized onto her hands that gave her a commanding presence. Oddly enough, no rope. The voice was stole the show really though. I did not expect her to go with the Manehatten one, I’ll be honest. Rope Magician Applejack, she introduced herself with a chuckle and a bow. But when she pointed to her brother as her lovely assistant, well my mouth dropped. Ugh, and
Spikes. Happy now? Jeez, you are such a self-insert Spike.

Anyway, back to the good stuff. Big Mac’s imposing muscles were slowly getting smaller, until curves began to form. His rather impressive member slowly receded into one very inviting female treasure. The new mare moaned in a silky voice, and I gotta say, it’s one hell of a soprano. A black dress formed around her, and some very nice shoes as well. One gorgeous mane cut and immaculate makeup later, and she was ready. And she bowed towards me and introduced herself to me as Honeycrisp, I realized that old Big Mac had a transgender fetish. Who knew? The rope mystery was quickly resolved, as it seemed my friend Applejack gained rope magic. Pretty cool and scary at the same time. She could materialized as much rope as she needs, and knot anything she can think off. The formation that spread Honeycrip’s thighs was a masterpiece. It provided ample space to work in, it did not hurt her playtoy, but still left her in a helpless state. The Rope Magician insisted we sample the fruit, and well, I kind of lost the will to hide my desire at this point. I digged in, making the new mare quiver. She was at the mercy of my tongue, and I was at the mercy of the power such position gave me. I licked in my own rhythm, with the occasional nibble of her most sensitive area, making sure to keep her on the edge, but never over it. Her body was making her brain into mush, and I was the culprit. I don’t know how I have a knack for perfect denial, but I do. After a few intense minutes, I let Spike, with his longer, exotic tongue finish her off. It was quick, as the boy dragon was too insensitive and direct. But then again, they bow to me for reason, right?

All in all, the whole scene was very intoxicating, and my desire to fight the artifact is at an all time low. Will I drop my futile defence tomorrow? I don’t know,honestly.

Lady Twilighhh...

Author's Note

Fresh fruit tastes the sweetest.