My dearest most faithful student,

In the event that I am incapacitated by the time we meet tonight, I have written all of my thoughts down here. I apologize ahead of time if you must see me in such a weak light. This part of our past is difficult for both of us to talk about, but I feel the time is right that we break the story.

If you have not surmised already, this concerns the founding of Equestria. I will state right away that the story you know as Hearth's Warming that has been passed down for generations is false. While some of the characters in the story did exist and have stood the test of time, their agency in the events which would transform our world has been fabricated. The very origins of our society can actually be traced back to two brazen alicorn sisters who one morn' saw through their selfishness and accepted the burden of altruism.

But let me backtrack.

In the days before Unification, when there was still immense tension between the Earth ponies, the Pegasi, and the Unicorns, Luna and I were equally worshipped as deities by all. While we did not have the power to command the Sun and the Moon as we do today, our uniqueness as alicorns was nevertheless coveted.

Even before the great snows there were still famines, due to the infighting between the three pony tribes. In turn, ponies would pledge their bodies to us "goddesses of fertility" in hopes that it would bring better days. You must understand: back then, the idea of carnal sacrifice to divinity was an explicit virtue. Luna and I were also much more "forward" about partaking in base pleasures of the flesh. In fact, we sought it. We welcomed these ailing people into our wings, obsessed by their desperate, yet sincere touch.

We blissfully ignored their grim circumstances through it all. Never once did we even think to act as mediators to try and unite them as one because it would probably mean the end to the sex...

I quickly lost count of how many we bedded together. Years blurred into one another as we traveled the land, delighted as ponies threw themselves at our hooves wherever we went. Mare and stallion alike obediently mounted us and brought us to climax again and again. Pegasi with their stamina, Earth ponies with their utter strength in their movements, and the endless titillating possibilities when it came to Unicorn magic...we could not get enough. To Luna and I, that was life.

We hungered for more. We had to find other ways to stoke the insatiable fire within us. When we were not in the company of other ponies, we took to the woodlands, which was lush with feral animals that were eager to mount us. Wild creatures of all kinds, blinded by their heat, would copulate with us into the night. But it still was not enough. We soon turned to each other for that release. It was like a whole new chapter. What I saw in those heartfelt ponies was magnified a thousand times in Luna. When we kissed for the first time as lovers...it was like a rebirth. As I lay with her, whispering promises into her ear whilst we made love, the fringes of reality finally melted away.

There was nothing else for me but Luna, and her pleasure. The three tribes most likely assumed their Goddesses had abandoned them, and they wrote us out of their history in bitterness.

We barely recognized the blizzard which manifested with our growing lust. We rolled about in the snow, oblivious even to the pain cutting into our bones from the everlasting layer of snow on our pelts, and the hunger and thirst from going days, weeks, months without true sustenance. It is a wonder we did not perish out there in the midst of our debauchery, but perhaps because we were the progenitors of the storm, somehow it sustained us, and we it.

Of course it was at that time that the leaders of the tribes struck new ground to find a home away from the forever blizzard. Unfortunately, the snowstorm followed us as we went on our aimless search for ever more "erotic" locales. Evidently, we caught up with them.

I remember the cave frozen over with glassy ice. Luna melted the barrier with a burst of magic and we stumbled inside, our lips joined. I collided with what felt like a boulder, but I gasped when I saw it was a pony trapped in ice: Clover the Clever. She and five others were there, similarly frozen in expressions of rage or horror. We became aware of a source of light above: a flaming heart which seemed to be split down the middle and flicker in and out of reality as if its magic source were failing.

And even higher, in a maelstrom of wind and snow, were the Windigos.

As I beheld that dying heart, I viewed in it not only the despondency of the people but also their will to live. I saw the heated passion of two sisters, misdirected. I saw the result of wanton desire put forth before the establishment of true order.

Luna came to the same conclusions as well, as far as I could tell. I could see a change in her eyes. We both knew that we had made terrible mistakes, and most likely were the cause of the deaths of countless ponies.

I am no better than a cold-blooded killer, I thought.

The Windigos were the perfect representation of our selfish, rampant sexual chaos - all wind and fury and isolation, locked away in a desolate cave. The spectral equines concentrated ahead, perpetuating a neverending vicious cycle. At once I knew that this cave was our own personal Tartarus, almost like a play conducted to show us our direct involvement in the destruction of the world.

The furious Windigos seemed to detect our change of heart. Macabre light pierced from their eyes and they neighed, streaming down towards our cowering forms. There were three of them, each only like half a torso with their back half terminating in a ghostly haze.

I heard my little sister whimpering and I moved to comfort her. Just then I felt a cold presence upon my neck which yanked me back. I was tackled by two of the Windigos, the third holding Luna by its hooves and screeching triumphantly.

It hit me all at once. Yes, we were beginning to realize the true meanings behind our existence. But first, the Windigos would force us to pay for our insolence.

Two hooves smashed into the back of my head as the Windigo in front of me pulled my snout into its ghostly barrel. Its "coat" felt gelatinous on my nose and colder than anything I had ever touched. As it bobbed my head back and forth, I felt something protrude into my mouth, making me salivate. Indeed, it had pressed me deep into the area where any other pony stallion's member would have emerged. Tears came to my eyes as the sheer girth of it strained my jaw. Its pounding was incessant, sending that frigid cock forcibly down my gullet repeatedly. My muscle memory kicked in and I swirled my tongue when I could, feeling no veins or throbbing of life to speak of. The cold burned my lungs, numbing me from the inside out.

Did all the other ponies feel the same way inside?

I tried to tilt my head to see what was happening with Luna. She was flat on her back, the Windigo's ghostlike "tail" spread out upon her chest and restraining her. He had buried his tongue into her nether lips and was feasting deeply. The Windigo then began to thrust its entire muzzle inside of her pussy, gaping her opening to an unimaginable width. Through its transparent form I could see the deep pink of Luna's insides straining at his girth. When Luna cried out, a strand of its tail slithered outward and took residence in her mouth, making her gag.

I became distracted by my second adversary, who had laid atop my back and was stabbing its stallionhood at my dock. What it found first was my tailhole. It did not wait for me to adjust, only plunged forth viciously until it felt like I was splitting in half. The sheer cold of the thing made me clench instinctively, which only served to make the experience that much more excruciating. The Windigo huffed wintery breath in my face as it undulated against me. All the while, my maw was forced upon the other beast's staff, the period in between each alloted breath like an eternity. I tried to close my eyes and focus on the sound of Luna, tried to pretend that she was enjoying it. But deep down I knew that this was our punishment, and that it was meant to hurt.

Luna was screaming, a pool of her feminine juices staining her tail and rump. The Windigo atop her had at some point switched positions and was thrusting into her hard and fast. I saw sparks fly from her horn, bouncing off the creature's hide harmlessly. In spite of her wetness, it was obvious that the rutting was giving her no pleasure. I tried to crawl over on my belly so I may at least kiss her, or try to lick her neglected clit, but I was given no quarter. I could only watch as she was rocked back and forth upon its turgid stallionhood.

I do not know how long we were pounded on the cave floor like that. Their vitality was endless and their movements savage and bestial.

Outside, the light was changing rapidly. Only later did I conclude that it was the Sun and the Moon wheeling in the heavens which was causing the phenomenon. Our astral selves were wrestling the control away from the Unicorn ponies while we confronted the Windigos. With the apocalyptic motions in the skies came such brutal tides and winds that the storm itself was completely decimated.

I felt myself grow taller, stronger. With my renewed strength came a great feeling of inner peace, like I finally understood what it was I needed to do. If that was not enough, we had gained our cutie marks, the blazing sun and the lonely crescent moon emblazoned proudly on our flanks.

If I am going to cast away my sexuality once and for all, let it be driven from my very lifeblood in one fell swoop.

Now much bigger and tougher, my stamina increased tenfold. I savored the taste of that Windigo's member as it shot down my throat and slid against my palate. I acquainted myself with every inch of that popsicle of a dick thrusting in and out of my rump. To my right, I saw that Luna had actually flipped the Windigo over and she was slamming her voluptuous rump upon its arctic stallionhood with abandon.

It felt like victory.

The enlightenment was so momentous that it actually drove Luna and I to the greatest climaxes of our lives. The orgasmic explosion of light and color which erupted from our horns obliterated the Windigos from existence and shattered the ice away from the captive ponies.

Luna and I collapsed upon the cave floor, reaching out to touch hooves encouragingly. The smiles we wore were no longer of lust but of shared love for the ponies which we knew we would have to win back.

It is said that as the pony tribe representatives in the cave slowly regained consciousness, Clover the Clever, bleary-eyed, caught a glimpse of two alicorns spinning in the sky, the Sun and Moon rotating about them triumphantly.

Author's Note

I admit, this was rushed because of what I wanted to accomplish. Despite the contest, I wanted to go with something a bit longer and narrative-based for practice. Though kink "sequences" are probably my niche, I can't be stuck there forever. Yeah, it does get ridiculous towards the end there, but pretty much the reason why this story came to be in the first place was me seeing the prompt and going "lol, windigo sex."

Anyway, in spite of it all, please leave comments and critiques if you do so wish.