Reforming Spell

The first thing I remember was panicking, as the last of my memories washed away when I emerged from the pool. They’d tricked me!

I didn’t know who, or how, but somehow that thought alone survived the transition, probably by virtue of being formed in the middle of the memory wipe.

“Yeah, I’m a cutie all right,” came a voice from in front of me, and I snapped my gaze over to see who was talking. Pegasus, a middle-aged mare, light blue-or-maybe-purple with a yellow mane. Cutie mark of a sun and clouds. She was circling around me, staring me up and down like I was a piece of meat. I looked back at myself, and saw that I was her twin. There was a sort of mental spark, and I suddenly realized that my purpose in life was to serve her, sexually.

“Oh,” I said. “I’m some sort of magical construct. I guess that explains why I can’t remember anything.”

“Yeah,” she said. “So you have to do what I say. So…” she brushed her wing down my back, gently tickling me with the feathers, and smiled as my tail raised of its own accord. “What do you say we go back to my place, and engage in a little self-love?”

I turned and grabbed the leading edge of her wing in my teeth, nibbling a bit on the coverts, and reached up to stroke along her jawline with a hoof. “Mmm.”

“Is that a yes?” she asked, spreading her wing farther to present it to my attentions, with a dreamy look on her face.

I released it, and gave her a kiss. It was a pretty long kiss, with quite a bit of tongue. After it was finally over, I gave her a nuzzle, and said, “No, that was a yes.” Then we both giggled.

It’s hard to describe how I felt as the two of us made our way up the stairs, flirting and teasing and occasionally stopping to make out. It was like – my purpose was simple, and I was doing it well, and liking it, and it promised to be even more enjoyable in the future. So I was happy. There was nothing at all wrong with my life.

Then we got to the top of the stairs, and I saw that we were surrounded by brambles, with a thick canopy of vine-strangled branches overhead to make it so we couldn’t just fly out. “The exit’s this way,” Cloud Kicker said, prancing over towards one edge of the small clearing, making sure to give me a good view. “It’s hard to see, but not that hard to crawl through. Just remember to keep your wings closed!”

The opening was small, and surrounded by twisty thorny vines on all sides – we’d have to crawl and would probably get a little scratched up anyways. But the thorns weren’t as sharp as they looked, so our hide mostly protected us.

Cloud Kicker ordered me to go first to clear the way, but it didn’t take long for me to realize her true agenda. When she ‘accidentally’ bumped her muzzle under my tail and started licking, well… it was a nice distraction from the thorns. She pushed me to keep moving, after a few seconds, but managed to keep up. I was hardly crawling at full speed with that distraction.

But just as we finally came to the exit, the way was blocked by a young, mint-colored unicorn, who looked at me in a bit of a panic. “Cloud Kicker?” she said. “I hope you didn’t use the mirror pool yet. I forgot to tell you something really important.”

“I think it worked out fine,” I said, with a smile as the tongue behind me switched to a more precise probing at my most sensitive spots, now that we’d stopped for a bit. “How is she supposed to use me? The night is young.”

“It’s still morning,” came Cloud Kicker’s voice from behind me, and the unicorn in front of me paled.

“No! No no no no no!” she said, grabbing my face with her hooves. “You’re not Lyra. Tell me you’re not Lyra!”

So I kissed her. I was made for sex, after all.

And Cloud Kicker’s always up for a threesome, so we held the unicorn down – Cloud called her Lyra – and made her squeal and moan, and squirm around in pleasure, right there in the forest.

“I’m going to cast a spell on you,” Lyra said to me, afterwards. “And then I’ll need you to answer some questions.”

“I’m not sure I should let you,” I told her. “You’re not my master.”

“Oh, knock yourself out,” Cloud said, waving a wing dismissively. “I can always make another.”

So she did. And I remembered… everything. It was a bit overwhelming, and there was enough stress and worry and pain in it all that it completely ruined my good mood.

Especially the last part.

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“Nine hundred eighty seven thousand six hundred and twenty eight dead pony souls in the pool, nine hundred eighty seven thousand six hundred and twenty eight dead pony souls… let one out to run around, nine hundred eight seven thousand six hundred and twenty seven dead pony souls in the pool!”

“I already told you I give up!” the demon screamed in my ears, as I floated in the pool, near the gate. “Stop singing already!”

I wasn’t about to stop now, though. Not while it was working! Honestly, I probably wasn’t going to make it all the way to zero, even if the gate continued to stubbornly refuse to open after the earlier flood of activity. “Nine hundred eighty seven thousand six hundred and twenty seven dead pony soul in the pool…”

The water shifted around me, and I sang louder momentarily, thinking that the demon was up to something, but then I felt the warmth on my back as the surface of the pool started to glow, and a hoof reached down into the water. I took it, and it pulled me out.

But as the bright surface started to make its way down my leg, I got a glimpse out into the cavern and saw who it was, that was using the pool. It was Cloud Kicker’s face, concentrating on the words as she chanted something that I couldn’t hear.

Then everything was light, and agony, as the magic burned away at my body and my identity until I couldn’t hold on to my memories anymore, and let them slip away…