Socks to be you

by Bass Canon

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 5059

With her sister Molly gone for six months now, Luna tries her best to act calm and collected. But during Heartwarming Eve, it is really hard. Then, a present from Molly arrives, in form a pair of socks, that look very familiar, and oddly foreboding.

With her sister Molly gone for six months now, Luna tries her best to act calm and collected. But during Heartwarming Eve, it is really hard. Then, a present from Molly arrives, in form a pair of socks, that look very familiar, and oddly foreboding.

The story includes transformation, mind alteration, just so you know going in.
Now with live read as well!

Published 2015-07-20 21:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2020-06-01 10:05:52 UTC

Chapter I: Closer Than Ever Before

The Canterlot Castle was colder then many Heartwarming mornings before. Luna and Derpy were inside, enjoying the festivities, but besides the guards and the staff, they were alone. For half a year now, her sister Molly was gone, lost to unknown magic in a world not their own. The younger princess held the sun and the moon valiantly, but even with her best friend and the occasional visit from the rest of the royals, she could not deny the void in her heart.

“The toad hat is wonderful Derpy, I do hope my gift is to your liking as well!” Luna smiled, as Derpy giggled, admiring the set of muffin molds, each in a shape of a famous video game characters.

The smile Luna was carrying was not fake, but rather hollow, since this was the season one should enjoy with his family the most. Her sister Molly was gone for over six months now, and she feared the worst. It was not the first time she had been missing, usually on her “wild expeditions” that would involve mingling with the locals, heavily. But this seemed different, and deep down she felt this may become the first Heartwarming morning in many that she would be without her loving, if sometimes overbearing sister.

As she looked around the presents, she noticed a package that was not there last night, which made her perk up and swiftly move towards it.

“Derpy, did you sneak out of bed last night and placed this?” she asked, remembering the snuggles of last night vividly.

“Ah, no, I was with you all night, honest!” Derpy replied in her usual cheery manner.

“Maybe one of the guards then, I have to know now.” Luna mumbled, looking at the golden bow on the red box with intent. Then she noticed something under it, and moved the bow to the side.

There was indeed a small note on it, written in wonderful hornwriting, one that Luna had seen all to often.

Dear Sister, I am sorry I can’t return to you for now. But, I have found a way home, and a way for us to be together again, closer then ever before.

Please send my good wishes to all there.

Always yours,
Molly

“It’s from big sis! She is okay! Derpy, she is okay!” Luna scream in celebration, making Derpy and even the guards look in bewilderment. Luna was usually very reserved, even during very happy moments.

In a flurry, Luna used her hooves, her magic and her hind legs to open the present, only to stop and laugh nervously as she saw the contents.

She slowly lifted four smooth and shiny white socks, with golden trims. The design and the color was unmistakable that of Molly. Luna knew her sister had a bit of a hedonistic streak, but never this obvious.

“They look very snugly, why don’t you try them on?” Derpy asked, smiling innocently.

“I am not so sure Derpy, even if you are correct. They seem too lifelike, it feels like magic is coursing trough it that I can’t quite grasp yet. Perhaps if I examine them first and then...”

“Oh please, please! For me?” Derpy interrupted Luna’s mumbling with her best impression of a dog who just lost his favorite chew toy, to which the princess of the moon had no defense against.

She hesitantly levitated the front right sock, noticing how the golden tip in fact was heavy and a real gold plate, and glided the garment onto her hoof. Her breathing got faster as a new and foreign tingle invaded her and she let out a small moan, much to her embarrassment. The sock felt real good, and even more so when her hoof clicked into place into the plate. Her flustered look was too much for Derpy and she kissed Luna on the cheek, enjoying it almost as much as Luna did.

Luna levitated the other sock, this time without any added incentive, her magic seemingly knowing her better than she cared to ever admit. She lifted the other front leg, and quickly snapped the sock place, gasping as the plate clicked, falling backwards. Derpy rushed to her side, but as the other two hind socks levitated by the same magic, and crawled furiously onto her back legs in synchronous motion, she stopped right next to her.

Panting and drooling, Luna simply twitched next to Derpy. Her mind was a whirlwind, and she was enjoying a high she had seldom felt in her long life. It felt both enjoyable but forbidden, and deviant, much like her sister.

“Luna are you okay?!” Derpy cried, finally managing to come to her senses after such a unusual display.

“... I am fine dear... But a kiss might help me recover faster...” Luna smiled deviously, only to snap out of it as Derpy closed in.

“Ah! What... On second thought Derpy, I will be fine this way as well.” Luna smiled nervously and stood up, the click of the golden plates in sync with her stomps.

“They really look good on you Luna!” Derpy complimented her best friend as they moved to the game room, with Luna chuckling nervously, a sway in her walk distracting the usually stoic guards.

The pair enjoyed a nice session of Co-op madness, with Luna fidgeting ever so often in her socks, relishing the sound and sensations of rubbing one against the other. Soon enough Derpy began to yawn often, and that meant it was time for her to hit the bed. They wished each other a good night, with Luna getting ready for her duties, and Derpy going to bed.

Luckily for Luna, the dreams of her loving ponies seemed to be mostly okay, with the odd scared filly that she helped rather quickly. This meant that she had half of the night to herself, and as usual, she wanted to get some competitive multiplayer done, so she does not lose her edge.

“Now to kick some butt, some nice plump, juicy...” she dozed off as she sat down on her cushion, blushing slightly at the choice of words she used to describe the opponent derriere.

Luna’s playing experience seemed oddly ordinary, with the positive kill count on her side, as she lay down on a soft, luxurious mess of cushions.

“Well I think I have schooled these novices enough. Now time for some rest and relaxation.” she mused to herself, and levitated the controller down, looking to have some deserved shut-eye. But first she had to remove the socks, since she preferred sleeping without them anyway.

She magically removed them and placed in a nice jewel encrusted box, and went to her bedroom. Once there, and her hygiene taken care of, she approached her bed.
Looking down, she saw… immediately, she looked back up, blushing. She was still wearing them!

“What am I doing wearing those silky, gold-crowned... “ She was having trouble processing the word that belonged to them. Or at least, she felt almost ashamed to use it. There was something about the quality of the word; its sensual, slithering beginning, the yawning vowel in the middle, then the sudden, abrupt percussion, trailing off in another, whimpering hiss. It felt like such a naughty word for some reason.

Eventually, Luna looked about, a heavy plush at the bridge of her snout as she dared to sound it out aloud. “Socks.” Her body squirmed a little as she said the word, as though just hearing it was emotionally gratifying in some way. She dared to look down, and saw her sister-resembling garments staring back at her, with their soft, satin-like sheen looking as smooth and soft as they felt, hugging her tight. Her mind welled on their texture, and their name.

They were so comforting to wear, and thinking on that Luna found herself playfully clicking the metal bases together with a tiny tapping of metal to metal; it was hard, but warm and comfy, and her hooves were cushioned inside it, not much unlike the the blue counterparts she herself would wear on royal occasions, but still very different in feel.

She jumped on the bed quickly, a new playful giggle on her muzzle. Lying down on her back, Luna rubbed her belly, feeling her socks stroke and massage against her fur. Looking down, seeing them rub her stomach, she smiled, musing about the thought of getting a belly rub from her own sister! She thought the idea was adorable, and she couldn’t help but giggle; Could Molly feel all of this, maybe?

Luna shook her head. She was letting her mind wander, these were just a pair of soft, silly socks, playful and cute as they were. Luna groaned in some strange elation. There that word was again, swimming around in her head! The thought of her sister and socks brought to her mind the idea of Molly with a pair of socks themed like herself, a nice, cute, contrasting idea. She knew her sister too well, though. She’d do…

Luna’s blush was hot now, thinking of a snug, fabric version of her own hoof gliding and playing with her sister’s folds. She didn’t even realize she was touching herself, and a part of her didn’t care.

Luna wasn’t sure what idea was hotter: thinking of her sister rubbing herself in socks, or the fact that Luna herself was doing just that! She couldn’t resist; with nobody else in the room, she began teasing herself as she stroked and rubbed.

“Mfh… Oh, you naughty, kinky little mare, can you not resist the urge to rub yourself with such a pair of so-gnnmh…!” For some reason, the moment she was on the verge of saying ‘socks’, the moment the word entered her thoughts, she felt a flutter in her chest, and a flare in the heat of her blush. It felt like a very naughty word now, and Luna loved it. She loved the fact that it seemed like such a dirty word to her, and she loved the fact that she couldn’t get, or maybe even didn’t want the idea to leave her thoughts.

She wanted someone here, someone to tease her with the word, and tease her with socks! Someone to drive that word deeper and deeper into her mind, and to keep saying it while Luna pleasured herself until she wouldn’t be able to hear the word “socks” in a conversation without getting a little excited!

As she kept rubbing and enjoying herself, she felt the socks continue on as tight and comfy as they were; in fact, they felt like they covered more than they did before, but that didn’t feel weird. If anything, that made her moan more lewdly, being able to feel more fabric than she did before, being able to bask in it, being able to enjoy this secret, guilty pleasure.

The pace of her socked hoof rubbing deep inside, taking advantage of the metallic tip intensified, as images of her sister came back. This situation called for her guidance. “What would Molly do?” Luna asked herself, and in soaking her sheets she got the right response. Dazed and in bliss, she fell asleep, the tip of the sock cleaned by her tongue in the last moment of her consciousness.

Luna awoke in the dream realm in her usual chamber of slumber, fit with the large flower she enjoyed sleeping under so much. Even in here, the tingle of the socks was evident. She simply veered into the distance, not moving or blinking, her smile a sign of acceptance.

“Not so stuck up now, are you sister?” a voice echoed in the chamber, rattling Luna and making her leave her dazed state.

“... Big sis?” she asked perplexed, but in a joyous undertone.

Then, trough a rip, slowly and swaying her big behind all the way, Molly entered the chamber.

“Indeed. I am glad you decided to wear them, otherwise I would have never managed to come here, and claim what is mine.” she said, her seductive voice oozing with intent.

“Yours? What are you on about?” Luna asked, the atmosphere changing rapidly from happiness to an uneasy curiosity.

“The socks of course, and everything with it.” Molly replied eagerly, closing in on Luna, swaying in circles around her sister.

Luna nervousness was now at the breaking point. Was this really Molly, or some nightmare she dreamed up, a punishment for her carnal desires taking her over?

Her answer had to wait, as Molly pounced on her like a cat, faster and more agile then her sister ever was.

“Get off me you nightmare!” Luna growled, but to avail, as Molly just smiled confidently.

“Sorry little sis, you don’t get to call the shots around here, I do. I am the ruler of the Dreamrealm after all.” Molly laughed maniacally, looking with eagerness at her hooves and Luna’s touching perfectly.

Luna looked over to the side as well, and screamed. Her hooves and Molly’s were merging, slowly her dark blue ones were becoming a familiar shade of white.

“No, let me go!” Luna pleaded, eyes filled with fear.

“I wish I could, but when you are cursed by some native sock magic, your mind searches for anyway back to the real world. Mine is trough you.” The wicked Sun goddess replied unfazed, and lowered her hind legs onto Luna’s, making them hers as well.

As she now controlled the legs, she easily placed a hoof onto Luna’s eager vagina, who was already wet from the euphoria the change was giving her. She began to play with it, making Luna moan in between curses and screams of fear.

“You like it, don’t deny it. All these years you were perverted as I am, you just lacked the guts to do so.” Molly teased, and lowered her body onto Luna, so only the head were apart, giving Luna an orgasm like never before.

“...I’m scared...” Luna broke down in tears, knowing that this was the end for her, in some form or fashion.

“Don’t be, you are doing the right thing, I was the better sister anyways.” Molly smiled wickedly, and kissed Luna, their faces melting into one, that of Molestia.

In sweat and a moan, Molestia woke up. She was indeed back, in her sister’s room.

“Mmmh, lovely. Now what to do with these?” she asked herself, looking at the blue Luna themed socks she was wearing.

She removed them, and hovered them over the shredder meant for royal documents.

Her mind remembered how every second in the sock prison is a year of sexual denial, and that even after an hour, her sister would not be the same.

“Might be fun...” she mused to herself, and lowered the socks in the jewel box, much like Luna did with hers.

Quickly, she dialed a number on her phone.

“...Yes?” a familiar voice echoed on the other side, asking gingerly.

“Twilight it’s me, Molly!”

“Oh my, you are alive!” the voice replied ecstatically, a faint thumping heard in the background, probably from hooves landing on wooden floor.

“More than ever... Say, would you like to come over to celebrate with some nice tea? I even have a present for you, it’s a life changer...”

Author's Note

Took a while but I finally managed to write something cohesive. If the story goes down well, I will write a follow-up, and give Twi her pair as well!

Chapter II: New Life Lessons

“Socks?” Twilight asked, forcing a confused smile as she hovered them in front of herself and Molestia, over the promised tea and crumpets.

“Yes dear, wonderful evening gown ones too. They glisten in the moonlight, and are a must for any growing student of mine. Each pair costs and arm and leg, perhaps even a whole mare!” Molly replied, seeping a small portion of the delicious tea, one she missed so very much.

“This is quite an odd gift I must admit princess.” Twilight replied, taking a sip herself, admiring its flavor and depth.

“Consider it a dusk of the old ways, a sign of things to come, now that I am back around.” Molestia chuckled, hovering the tea cup back to its place.

“Well, I will give it a try for sure. Is this part of a lesson, or off the record?”

“This is most definitively a lesson.”

“In what?” Twilight’s ears perked up, as if the mere mention of the word was now a reflex to the body.

”Well, think of it as a lesson in both discipline and humility. Knowing where ones place is, and fulfilling ones role.” Molestia replied calmly.

”... sure.” Twilight once again showed apprehension, but then again, when has her teacher steered her wrong before?

“You sure you can get to Big Mac alone okay Spike? It is kinda late for strolls.” Twilight asked the dragon that was already one foot outside the door.

“Don’t worry Twilight, the session is not at his farm, it is at Pinkie’s.” Spike replied, putting his backpack with dice and a map on his back, one handle at a time.

“Oh, she plays too?”

“She is mostly LARPing, dice throwing comes second. She really pulls the bard class off you know.”

”I would have never guessed. Anyways, you have fun!” Twilight grumbled the first part, but joyously let Spike on his way.

As the sound of the door closing, and footsteps weakened, Twilight looked over the socks one more time. Her teacher was right, they did indeed glisten in the moonlight, reflecting its light with magical intensity, drawing ones eyes in as they did. The material seemed stern but also stretchy. The thickness of it, not to mention a peculiar scent made it seem not of this world. Whatever was the origin of these, it seemed magical.

“She did say on a full moon. These lessons are getting awfully weird. First that endurance test, now this? I am starting to wonder if something happened to the princess while she was away...” Twilight sighed, only to raise the front hoof to the moon as instructed, and hover the sock onto it.

Once the material touched the front of it, so did the front leg of Twilight lock into place. Within an instant, a large dark blue orb engulfed her and the bed, leaving only the moonlight to enter, like a pure white orb. She screamed in fear, but nothing came out of her mouth. Instinctively she tried to use magic, but it too was consumed by the dark orb that was around her. Then she tried to pull away, but there was no escaping it. The sock began to slide on, a feeling even in her panic gave her a wickedly warm buzz. She was too smart and knowledgeable to fight anymore against the magic, more so as her second front hooves did the same. She stopped to pull against it, in fear she may only dislocate her shoulder, or worse. Whatever was going on, it had to finish before she had any chance of escaping it.

Only once both were firmly on her did the orb yield and vanish, and any sound escape the room. Twilight herself could hear her own breath and the sounds of the night, much more pronounced as before. It was a new alien sensation, one that was brimming with potential.

“What is going on?!” she said, with bathed breath.

“I am, little pony.” a booming sultry voice came from the shadows, only for a tall imposing mare to come from it.

The flowing night sky mane was familiar, but the rest of her was anything but. Silver metallic socks, dark shiny skin, cat like irises, and a fanged smile. She was regal, alluring, and dangerous.

“...Luna?” Twilight stammering, apprehensive as she tried getting out of the bed, something guiding her towards this unwelcome guest in her bedroom.

“Yes and no dear Twilight. Luna, much like the innocence of this night, is no more. I am Nightmare Moon, and I am here to teach you some life lessons my sister had promised.”

Twilight got a new small buzz from the socks. Perhaps listening and not trying to shoot her with a laser beam would be the best course of action.

“Lesson? I only take lessons from my teacher, you trespasser!” she replied, uneasy but no longer hostile towards Nightmare Moon.

“But I am your teacher, at least for tonight. Tonight, you will learn all about your friends, and how they need to feel about you.” Moon chuckled back, looking at her namesake with fondness.

The idea of a lesson was always one Twilight enjoyed. Never did a lesson excite her in ways this one did, but learning was always fun. So much fun.

“I...” she wanted to retort, but the moon was so nice tonight, she began to be transfixed with it.

“... understand.” she said after a small a pause, at ease with the situation.

“I knew you’d see it my way. Please, go to Rarity. I am sure your company will do wonder for her. It is her Wine Night.”

”Her what?”

“You will see when you get there.” Moon replied, pointing towards Twilight’s closet.

Twilight proceeded to put on her soft jacket, some jeans to hide the socks, even if the notion seemed a bit counter-intuitive to her. Socks like these needed a platform to perform, not be hidden away. Alas, sneakers finished the causal look, and she was ready to exit her home.

As moon exited the shadow, so did she vanish. Twilight felt a small buzz again, but then understood the magic. Only she could see her, which gave her the idea of being special. She smiled briefly at the thought, before exiting the house altogether.

The sounds of soft jazz were only interrupted by the gulps of wine into a glass. Rarity was alone again, with her bottle of expensive wine. Belle was having a sleep over, and the Element of Charity reading one of her salacious books. The door bell rung.

Twilight waited as the mare grumbled, speaking something about knowing what time of the night it is. Nightmare Moon stood behind her, only to lower her head so she could whisper into the younger mare’s ear.

“Now once she opens the door, act natural. Whatever crosses your mind, say it.”

“Anything?”

“Yes, anything. Lessons like this are fun, you will see.”

Twilight’s eyes flickered for a moment, and she nodded. Lessons were indeed fun. Especially from Nightmare Moon.

“Oh Twilight it’s you! I thought Belle had forgotten something! What can I help you with?” Rarity replied and smiled, leaning to the door.

“Evening Rarity. You seem... tipsy.” Twilight said in a much deeper tone than usual. She liked how it sounded, perhaps she should use it more at times like these.

The tone of her friend caught Rarity of guard.

“What’s with the accent? I did not take you for a voice actress.” Rarity chuckled, to slip on a small puddle of black goo. Twilight looked over to the side, seeing how it was the tail of Nightmare Moon. Poor Rarity, not being able too see Twilight’s new teacher. Not everyone can be Twilight after all. Twilight chuckled at that notion.

“Oh my, that wine is too strong it seems.” Rarity replied, as she tried to save little of her dignity after slipping in front of her house.

“Let me help you.” Twilight smiled and gave her a hoof.

As she touched Rarity with her sock, a million dreams flashed into her mind. Of Rarity. Of Twilight. Of them both, and in each one, Rarity was being dominated by Twilight.

“Yes Twilight. Learn, assume, conquer.” Moon replied as the information of every wet dream her friend ever had installed into Twilight, as she trembled from it.

It felt good, as if every dream had really happened, and at that very moment. No magic, no act in her life like consuming those wet dreams had made Twilight feel like this before. She knew what had to be done. The first lesson was starting right now.

“Rise, Seamstress.” Twilight replied, her voice now booming with regal and class.

“... what did you call me?” Rarity replied, blushing.

“That is your title. Your name, your position under me.” Twilight continued, as the words simply flew out of her mind, right from the consolation of Rarity’s desires.

“Twilight, what has gotten into you?... I think you should leave, right... mphhph!” Rarity was quickly muffled, as a magical ball gag snapped onto her from Twilight’s horn. Twilight had never had magic like this before, and in her mind, she wondered how she lived without it. She levitated the white mare into the house, only to lock the door behind herself, and magically seal it.

As she levitated, only to proceed to strap Rarity onto magical straps in her bed, Twilight let her inner thoughts, tainted by the fantasy her friend had over her, full stream.

“I know now what you see in me Seamstress. Potential, magical potential destroyed by my good will. You always knew I was the most powerful unicorn, the most gifted, and that I wasted it by not being so forceful. Well not any more darling.” Twilight snapped the front hooves into place, making Rarity look up towards her, panic in her eyes and muffled screams, even mimicking her voice at the word darling.

“For years you have spent nights dreaming of me, of the me you want me to be. Regal...” she snapped the right hind leg.

“...Strong...” then the other.

“...Perfect...” she snapped the tail up.

“...Fucking irresistible.” she spread Rarity, only to stand above her, a thick magical cock growing just so the tip touches the wet folds of her friends eager vagina, who unlike Rarity’s mind, had already betrayed her.

The fear was real, the desires even more. Rarity was conflicted, aroused and baffled. There was no denying that she had dreams of this, but that was just fantasy! A harmless little fancy she had never hoped would be real. Yet it was. There was Twilight, but as she wanted her to be? This behemoth of dominance and sex, fitting for the magic her friend possessed, finally let free of the shackles of her own damn kindness? This was no time for fear, this was time for the masks to fall, and to enjoy as the depraved mare she deep down was.

The screams subdued, and Twilight removed the gag, enjoying this power her mere aura seemed to have.

“...I.... Twilight what is going on? Please, tell me.” Rarity asked, her voice now in normal volumes. There was no more fear, only confusion.

“My dear Seamstress, I think you know. You have had this fantasy 954 times.” Twilight replied calmly, clearly enjoying the knowledge.

“...you... you are claiming me.” Rarity replied, her voice trembling as her body went from aroused to melting.

“Glamorous and smart. Just the way I like them. Now, how about we make sure that mind of yours is nice and shined to my exact desires?”

“... thank you, Mistress.” Rarity said it, and both she and Twilight got a wicked buzz of euphoria, as reality became fantasy, and vice versa.

Rarity tried to spread herself further, even with the ropes. Sanity and reason were for another night.

Twilight wasted no time, and rammed her friend with great power and conviction. Rarity moaned as her she began to lose control of her body. A cock was one thing, but a cock made from Mistress’s magic? That was something other entirely. The motion began to pick up speed, as Twilight understood. The wet dreams, the becoming of reality from fantasy? It was to be done in both ways.

Each pelvic thrust, each touch on the walls of Rarity’s female treasure sent shock-waves of dark magic out of the pair. The bed began to glisten as shiny latex sheets, and a deep red wall began to replace the once ladylike aesthetic. The clothes morphed into displays of lust and debauchery. Wickedness spread across the store much like Twilight was spreading Rarity on the bed. She was losing herself internally, and loved it. Rarity’s morals, her being and her reasons to be were being coated in the cum of her Mistress.

“Yes... rise... Seamstress!” Twilight screamed with a lions roar, as Rarity began to glow in the darkness, only to come out a new mare. Royal, regal and upper class. Yet ungodly perverted and full of sin. Perfect in every way really.

The chains disintegrated. The mare fainted, spent and pleased, for the first time in her life. Her mind was being coated as she embraced the persona as her one and only, and Rarity as a mask to be worn until her Mistress commanded.

“M... Mistress.... thank You.” she said, before fainting. Then, the changes began to revert, and only stop once the sphere of influence vanished where Rarity’s heart was.
Twilight left the boutique, and Rarity to her slumber. The fact Rarity was now hers was unlike any before, and she knew in her heart she had to have it again.

“You have done well. No wonder my sister sees you as her best student.” Nightmare Moon chuckled, appearing from the shadows once more.

“I am a very fast learner. Where do we go next?” Twilight replied, no longer any trepidation in her voice. Even her irises flashed with golden menace like her tutors, for a brief moment.

“For tonight, we go home. You are still learning, and need the rest. And don’t worry about Seamstress. Both you and she will return, on the next full moon.”

”And the socks, shall I take them off?”

“Heh, I think you know by now, that is no longer possible.”

Twilight smiled at the notion, stroking her prisons with a guilty desire. There was no escaping this nightmare, and on the next full moon, she would enjoy it once again.

Author's Note

Why yes folks, I am not dead. Writing has really become a ad-hoc time for me, but once in a blue moon I get the urge to write a chapter of lewdness, and who better then the Princess Of Magic and the Princess Of Style?