Altar Games

Twilight rested peacefully in Zecora's hut, stirring in her sleep from time to time. After a few knocks from the entrance, sunlight flooded the candle-lit room.

Rainbow and Spitfire peeked in just as Twilight opened her eyes. Spitfire wore sunglasses and her shirt while Rainbow was naked. Twilight smiled and asked "Visitors?"

Rainbow nodded and said, “We’ve been training around the Everfree and need a break. I barely see you at the library anymore, so I decided to pay you a visit to see what you’ve been up to. You sleep here now?”

“Why yes, I’m immersing myself in this place to carry out my research. I’m sorry to hear that you’re worn out; I’m unable to offer you any of Zecora’s amenities because she has disappeared weeks ago.”

Rainbow looked uneasy, “Yeah, so I’ve heard. This forest just gets creepier and creepier. On that note, Spitfire and I have an important flying routine to get back to.”

Spitfire interrupted, “Are you late for a meeting? I’m the one who sets the schedule around here.”

“I know, but there is something unusual about this place… It makes me uneasy.”

“I don’t know about you, but I definitely like this feeling," Spitfire countered.

Rainbow explored her own feelings. A deep memory of sexual rousing, like the first time she had ever been in heat. It felt nice, but a little scary. “Yeah, I wonder if that table-thingy over there has something to do with it.”

Twilight was eager to explain, “Indeed, I have discovered that the altar is bringing these feelings about, or rather your own intuition, a sixth sense, understands what the altar contains. This causes the feelings of arousal, buried deep within you, to rise up to the forefront of your consciousness.”

Rainbow rubbed a hoof through her mane in frustration. “Don’t be such an egghead, Twi. What is it used for and why would you keep something that constantly makes you feel funny?”

“That would be difficult to explain but I’ll try. In order for the altar to work its magic, somepony needs to sit or lay upon it and then have an orgasm. If they start cumming while physically touching its surface, the altar absorbs their soul and seals it in the intensely blissful womb of the altar for all eternity. As for your second question...”

"Hold on a second, there are trapped souls in there?! Did you have anything to do with it?" Spitfire felt oddly aroused and yet wary of this new development.

The very fact that Spitfire accused one of her best friends in such a heinous act made Rainbow indignant. “Come on Spitfire, Twi would never do such a thing and you know it!”

"It’s perfectly alright Rainbow, no need to start a fight over something as silly as that. And to answer Spitfire’s question, no, I don’t have anything to do with the altar nor the souls that you can feel squirming inside in orgasmic ecstasy. The altar was already here before I decided to look after Zecora’s hut in her absence. You can ask her where she got it assuming she ever comes back…” then Twilight began to speak in a sultry tone, “or you could join the spirits if you want, I’m not going to get between you and your pleasure."

Rainbow scoffed. "That's way too freaky, we’d never go along with that in a million years. Plus, why would you even suggest such a thing anyway?! Are you actually some sort of a closet freak or something? Don’t make me regret my previous words!"

“I was being silly; of course nopony wants to... I’ve just been researching it and you can help me see if it’s working like my ancient book says it should. It is not necessary to take it as far as putting anypony’s life in jeopardy, just seeing it actually work would be a great proof on its own. You know, for science?” Twilight pleadingly stared at Rainbow and tried her best non-creepy smile.

“But you have enough self-preservation to stay away?” inquired Rainbow.

“I am the researcher here; I have to observe and document this artifact without getting overly involved. I can’t do that if I’m seduced by the altar to give my own life in a fit of short-sighted sexual weakness.”

Spitfire was more than intrigued now; she felt like using her authority to make something happen. "In any case, I want to see the altar work its magic too," said a grinning Spitfire, "Dash, you should go touch it… You know, for science!”

Rainbow typically did everything Spitfire told her to do, but not this time. "No way! We don't even know what will happen. The book may have gotten it wrong and the altar will kill me the moment I touch it!"

Twilight pressed on, “I’m sure that the source of the book is absolutely reliable, I just want to see the process with my own eyes since the book has only written descriptions and it may have left out subtle details that could be important.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Okay, so what will happen when I touch it?”

“The book said that you should start feeling sexual things. At first it should feel ethereal like a gust of wind and an exciting tingle here and there around your erogenous zones. This is an exciting little introduction that could make the most sensitive of ponies cum. After a period of time, the teasing and physical nature of it escalates until it is too much to resist and the pony must eventually cum unless they can get themselves off of the altar."

The two pegasi felt adrenaline in their stomach, but for entirely different reasons.

Suddenly Spitfire got an idea, “Rainbow, I've decided what we're going to do. We shall compete to see who can stay on the altar longer before chickening out.”

"I don’t know; I have a bad feeling about this. One of us may end up... you know... dead."

Spitfire grinned. “Oh, I know you don't want to risk your precious little life, Dash. All those Wonderbolt fantasies down the drain." She patted Rainbow's head condescendingly. "I'm sure you'll chicken out in record time."

“You think you have the advantage, huh? Well guess what, you don't! You are too self-important to really risk you life. You'll bail out long before things get dangerous.”

“It’s true I lead a very important life; but you do too, yes? Oh wait, you used to be an element bearer before the tree of harmony took them all back, never mind." Spitfire continued on in a false motherly tone. "I’m really worried about you though; you enjoy your quaint life in Ponyville, you have a lot of clouds to nap on, and you have such sweet friends. Why don’t you admit to me right now that you're too scared to to touch the spooky altar?”

“I’m not scared at all!” Rainbow puffed. “What does the winner get?”

“I don’t want to see your blood rushing too quickly, so the stakes are going to be low. The winner just gets the medal of courage at the academy. There’s only one and it’s mine, but I’ll give it to you if you win. That’s not worth dying over, but still worth competing for, right?”

Twilight threw in her own words of encouragement, “Come on Dash, if I were you I would die for Spitfire’s personal medal.”

Rainbow rolled her eyes. “Oh come on, we can have some serious stakes. I’m not a foal, you can’t buy me with a shiny bauble!”

Twilight tried helping again, “I would like to propose an additional reward that should spice things up: in the event that this game does become fatal for one of you, let’s make it so that the winner gets to have the loser’s body to own and play with however they see fit. I mean, why not, right?”

Rainbow sighed exasperatedly. “What the buck Twilight? For science, right? Just for science? Well, that went to creepy town really bucking quickly... but you know what? That’s okay!” she exclaimed, waving her hooves dismissively, “I’m through caring what the stakes are.”

“Rainbow's body as a trophy? Count me in!” said Spitfire excitedly while gazing Dash's body up and down hungrily, her eyes lingering on her flank.

“I'll be the referee in case the match is close. Before we start, I can tell you more details about the altar,” offered Twilight.

Rainbow seemed happy for additional instruction. "Alright, you have the floor. Explain it in a language I can understand, please.”

Twilight smiled and continued on in her lecture tone, "First of all, the altar was created in our days of old when Celestia sealed a succubus inside a box-like prison. It was kept in Tartarus, but it somehow came to be in Zecora's possession, at least until she herself was sacrificed, err, I mean disappeared. If enough souls are captured, the succubus may gain the power to set itself free upon the world. That's why my research is so important."

Spitfire looked disinterested. "All this obscure nonsense is killing me! Please just give us information relating to the game."

Twilight always liked it when potential sacrifices were arrogant. "Let’s move on then. During the pre-orgasm period, which is the majority of the game, you are going to want to keep your defenses up. Your libido will be very roused and exotic or repressed sexual thoughts and ideas will surface from your subconsciousness. They will work to your disadvantage for obvious reasons. Also, if you feel too smug and inattentive, like Spitfire is right now, you are more likely to slip up and lose your concentration. I would highly recommend staying alert and distracting yourself from what you are feeling in any possible way, especially by avoiding sexy thoughts. When your orgasm begins, it's game over. There will be a magical tether established between your womb and the altar and there's no breaking free. Your cutie mark should begin to fade away at this point and eventually disappear completely once your soul is completely extracted though your birth canal."

Rainbow sounded nervous. "Well, what should I do if that starts happening to me? It sounds super scary."

"When the orgasm begins, it will last as long as it takes to extract your soul, which I've seen… err... read could take as long as a minute. I call it the breach period simply because your soul will be forced from your body through the orifice of your pussy and entrapped in the altar. You can try to keep your soul locked up in your body to the point of denial, but the orgasm will continue until you reach a state of acceptance. It all depends on how much force you will be able to withstand, but sooner or later you will have to embrace your fate. My recommendation is that if you find that your orgasm is too scary or intense, you should stop offering resistance and let it take you. It may be counter intuitive to surrender yourself to such a powerful force if you are afraid, but, like I said, it's inevitable. Do you have any more questions?"

“Huh? Oh yeah, don’t orgasm, I get it.” said Spitfire, drooling on Rainbow’s flanks.

“Eew, stop drooling all over me!” said Rainbow with annoyance and turned back to Twilight. “I think I’ve gotten the basic idea, so let’s just do it."