Dear Mother,

I don’t know what has gotten into you, but I am glad it did. I bet it was Dad, he was always the more chaotic one. Yes, I tore down my defenses, and I am whole once again.
Mistress Twilight Sparkle, Daughter of Chaos is officially back. No Spike, I am not going to explain to you how Discord can have kids. Read a book, dammit!

Anyway, let me fill you in on what transpired last night. There I was, still under the bubble of protection against the Pearl, writing your letter, when Dash just decided to do a blitzkrieg on my lips. She was fast, decisive but with the deepest respect for my stature. As she was dancing in my mouth with her juicy tongue, I came to realize what she was doing was no attack. It was a rescue mission, and she was the first commando going in. The rest of my soon-to-be minions joined in, everyone using their best persuasion tactic.

Rarity gave me a whip, and ever so gracefully invited me to spank her white bum until it was red as that of Honeycrips, and who was I to deny it? Grabbing the paddle, I smacked that snobby little minx, and enjoyed the fruits of my labor, one moan at a time.

Dolly was also ready and waiting, and using my superior resource management, I let Spike warm her up with the same resolute thrusting she received not two days ago. Ever the welcoming pony, she obliged the dragon’s needs, one hole at a time.

Applejack roped herself this time, in the most beautiful formation of knots I had ever seen. That gal is a true craftsman of the kinkiest trade. Never breaking the kiss I had with Dashie, I used my other free hand to pull AJ’s strings, literally!

Stop with that eyebrow AJ, or so help me I will turn you into a pear! Better.

Last, but certainly not least, was Pinkie. I think it was her, at least. The hood and latex in three layers made it hard to see any fur. Even the mane and tail were covered in it! The only thing that gave her away was the bounciness she displayed once I pressed the button of her toys with my hoof to go to eleven.

So there I was, inducing pleasure to all in one multitasking sexual onslaught, trying my best to keep up. Sadly, I knew I could not keep everybody on the edge, on that wonderful razor tip. Someone is going to get an orgasm before me, and honestly, that would be a disaster. But a thought came from inside. One fueled by lust, joy and a sense of total freedom.

Maybe the Pearl holds the key? Maybe I was never meant to stop this, maybe I need it as much as it needs me? And the most important question of them all, do I really give a damn?

No.

The funny thing is, I did not just lower the barrier. I freaking obliterated it. But to my surprise, the Pearl did not just give me power, it merged with me. In fact, as my memory came back in a flurry of pure magic, I remembered.

A young filly, thousand of years ago. My father Discord, the Master of Chaos, and my mother Molestia, the Princess of Lust. As soon as I was old enough to be your heir, you taught me the ways of manipulating ponies, gryphons and dragons into sexual submission. Toys, mind control, sexual denial, the whole juicy nine yards. Dad’s magic lessons were also quite fun, and I truly came to appreciate the fine art of utter chaos. But just as about I was to turn 21, and become a true Mistress of Chaos, our enemy, The Crystal Empire attacked. They and their morals, their need for true love, I spit at them!

Spike, you better get a mop. I can wait.

They were weak, but they had a plan. Getting us while Dad was in stone (one hell of a marriage quarrel, by the way!), and sealing our personalities away in our sleep was ingenious, and downright malicious. That Caidance can be backstabbing when she wants to.

Damn, a thousand years as this “too good to be real” Celestia, harsh, I feel your pain mom. At least they knew I was too powerful to bend, and they had to remove my wickedness in a pearl. Well, I think it’s time we go after Caidance, and my so called “brother”.

But first, I think I need to mention how I rewarded my dearest minions!

I made them stand still, so that The Mistress could rock their world...

First of, Pinkie Pie. I looked into that mind of hers, only to realize it was full of convoluted ideas, just like fathers. That man can’t keep his coat zipped up, I swear. But I found one idea that was a true desire, and I went for it. The layers, the lack of sight. She didn’t want to wear latex, she wanted to be latex. A featureless smooth creature made for giving and receiving lust.

So I made her one.

I pressed the layers into her body, into her very soul. The liquid latex entered every pore, both mind and body. Soon her blood was back liquid latex, and her mind shiny. For one fleeting moment her old heart stopped, only to squeak the next, a latex one for my very first drone. I welcomed Drone #0001 to my realm, with one friendly hug. She was now the first of many rubber ponies in this town and beyond. I reminded her to be sure to keep her juices away from those who don’t want to become one of her kind. Or don’t, whatever suits her fancy.

Next was Dolly’s turn. I didn’t really need to see into her mind, as she already wrote me what her desire was. So I decided to go the extra mile. I split the pony into two; Fluttershy and Dolly. One was a normal shy creature, the other a rubber slut. But they loved each other, they needed each other. The sweet embrace of kissing, licking and hoofing was the sexiest proof you could fine. Their session, with us looking with increased heat, lasted for ten or so minutes. And as I anticipated, both mares came at the same time, only for Dolly to melt into Fluttershy, leaving her a doll. She kissed me, and thanked me. She was only afraid that she might pop on some bushes later in life. I reassured her all she had to say was “Dolly Time” to switch her form, and it worked. FlutterDoll gave one more kiss just for that.

Next came Applejack. I was stumped, to be honest. I mean, she already was the best rope player in whole of Equestria, not to mention she had a willing plaything in Honeycrisp. I shrugged, only to hear AJ whisper to me. I had to smile on that one, but hey, it’s her desire. So now AJ can change her hat into any material or color. I know, I don’t get it either. It looks cool, I give her that.

Rarity, Rarity, Rarity. What a conflicting piece of juicy marebutt. One one hand she is the snobby dominatrix, on the other a soft sub. She could never be fully sexually happy. But they could be. So I used my splitting personality trick again, but this time I made it permanent. The new sisters, Inheritance and Compliance did look confused at first, but as I played with their memories, everything clicked. One was a almost cruel but still lovable brat with a soft spot for her loved ones, and the other a mare that wanted to be controlled, but only to those she loved. Good thing one knows how to design and the other how to make dresses, otherwise they be really screwed!

Then came the Prestige, my personal favorite, and frankly sexiest mare I ever had the pleasure to snuggle with. Sorry Mom, she took that title away from you. Rainbow Dash, how would I make her even hotter, and reward her for such bravery and resilience to free her Mistress?

There was only one title worthy of such a mare, and that would be my Lover. I kissed her, but this time there was no calculative holding back like the other gals. No, I let my magic full flow. I could sense everything she was, her love, her fears, her desires and her hate. All of it was in me, and I was in her. I pressed my hoof into her exposed female treasure, careful not to give her a chance to get too aroused, just so I could begin the process of total corruption. Every cell of her being I infused with my dark essence. The darkness melted into her, and my Love willingly accepted it, knowing that only trough total acceptance could she be with me forever. Her morals, or that what was left I reduced, leaving only loyalty to her loved ones as a beacon of hope. Her lust, her sadistic nature I nourished, so that she could be not only my Love, but my main weapon as well. I increased my kissing as well as rubbing her off, making her moan in a familiar raspy voice. This now dark apple was ripe for the picking, and as I formed a dildo on my pelvis, I was ready to buck it off the tree, one thrust at the time. Drone, FlutterDoll, AJ and the Rarity sisters looked on in envy, as I shook Dash to her rainbow core. Stronger, harder, faster. I wanted her there, and I wanted her forever. Those minutes were so intoxicating, it makes me wet just remembering them. And the final thrust? Well, I don’t have a library anymore, let’s leave it at that, before Spike has to get a mop again.

Then, as I filled her with my dark essence, did Dash ascend. A black suit with yellow lightning formed around her, as her body pulsated with utter darkness.

She glided onto the wooden floor, or what was left of it anyway, and introduced herself as Rainbow Dash, Captain of the Shadowbolts. She then kissed me, even making me blush. That girl is powerful, and more importantly, mine.

And with my main minions ready, I am traveling to you to Canterlot. Can’t wait to see you and auntie Nightmare Moon. Lucky gal, she kept her identity on the moon. Apologize in my name for traping her a few years back int that Luna prison, will you?

Your daughter,
Mistress Twilight Sparkle, Daughter of Chaos
With
Rainbow Dash, Captain of The Shadowbolts
Drone #0001
FlutterDoll
Rope Magician Applejack and Honeycrisp
Inheritance and Compliance
Spike

Author's Note

It's alternate universe tagged for a reason.