Lineage

I remained on my bed, hands behind my head and my eyes on the ceiling, as I went over all the things my mother had told me. So the whole family was a bunch of incestuous freaks? Well, I can obviously look down on them about that, as I’m clearly above that kind of behaviour, and wouldn't dare sink myself to that disgusting level.

So after I'd wiped the remaining amount of my mother's lipstick from my dick, I decided to think about the positives of belonging to a family of weirdos. Well… this would make it easier to get into their pants. That was a bonus, I guess; and mom told me the more powerful women I fucked, the stronger I'd get. So all I had to do was get into a favourable position with my female relatives and drain them dry.

But then a thought struck me: the nightmare forms.

They went on record for being the most powerful beings to walk the earth. Luna's being the only one to cause a fuss, but both my mother and Celestia had one, they just hadn't been seen in eons. If I could draw them out during sex, I might just be able to drain them of all that evil power they've got. Yeah… that seemed like a good idea.

Though that raised an issue, quite a big one:

I had no idea how the hell I was supposed to draw the nightmare forms out, or how to combat them if they weren't in the mood to play nice. This threw a wrench bigger than Celestia’s breasts into the works and could be a waste of time.

So, I decided to do what any smart male would do when looking for information:

Visit the library...

And the best one to go to would be my Aunt Twilight’s weird tree/castle/science lab thing she renovated into an enormous library about ten years after moving into it. If she didn't have a book on alicorn powers, then I was fucked.

Or, wasn't fucked, actually.

So, with a plan in mind, I got up off the bed and changed into more casual clothes, my leather armour being stained with my mother’s sex juices, yummy,and got dressed in a pair of pants and white cotton shirt with a simple black jacket on top. Fastening in my boots and deciding to forgo the sword this time around, I made my way to the door and thought of a quick way to Ponyville.

That is, I was, before one of the strongest feelings of absolute terror rushed over my entire body, the sign on my hand glowing brilliantly as Grael screamed for help over our link. Shaking my head and narrowing our link to prevent myself from having a panic attack, I nearly kicked my door off its hinges as I charged out of my room and down the corridors. My link to Grael made it easy to track him down, myself awash with worry about what could cause a direwolf, creatures known for their bravery and strength, to feel such primal fear.

My link led me to the grand staircase, hearing high-pitched whines and helps from my partner, as if some silent force was attacking him. As I charged into the hall and stared at the terrified direwolf, a sentence escaped from my lips with energy not fitting of the situation:

“Are you fucking serious?” I asked, beholding the great and terrifying beast that had scared the monstrous wolf that was:

Kitty.

My mother's barely-foot-high, red-furred fox was sat on the stairs, looking blankly out over the hall, while Grael padded, whined and tried to get past her, only for Kitty to turn her head at him and cause him to retreat a step in terror.

“Help me!” He called out to me, his voice shaking in fright.

“Grael, just walk past her,” I said in an ashamed manner. “She can't do anything to you.”

“She will kill me!” Grael whimpered.

Slapping a hand to my forehead, I walked over to the staircase and up the flights to where Kitty sat, her tail beginning to twitch excitedly as I approached, her emerald green eyes locked on to me. As I got closer, she sat up and stretched her neck out, placing her front paws together and growling.

This was the motion she made when she wanted to be picked up and stroked; being my mother's pet she was used to affection from everyone and had become quite spoiled from it. I rolled my eyes as I stooped down, having her stand up on her back legs and allow me to lift her by her sides, the fox quickly snuggling in against my shoulder and licking my cheek.

“There, are you okay now, oh mighty wolf?” I asked the direwolf with a raised eyebrow.

Grael didn't answer. He instead nodded and looked down at the floor, ashamed of himself, as he often was when confronting his fear of Kitty.

“And you, little miss,” I said, looking at the fox with disapproval. “Stop terrorising him. He said he was sorry years ago, so stop being such a bitch already.”

Kitty looked at me and batted her eyelashes, mimicking the same thing my mother did when she was asking for forgiveness for something. It didn't work on me with her and it’s not gonna work with Kitty. I walked her down the stairs and set her down on the floor, the fox then beginning to rub her head and body against my leg, trying to butter me up as she always did when in trouble.

I heard Grael’s claws click on the stone stairs as he slowly made his way down to my side, still not looking at Kitty as he did so.

“Go on, Kitty, go find mom,” I said to her, the fox looking up at me with her emerald gaze once more in an almost seductive manner.

It didn't work very well.

“Piss off, Kitty,” I said in a stern tone. The fox then stuck her nose up at me, turning around and lashing me with her tail as she did so, before stalking off in a snooty manner. I turned to Grael with a smirk on my face, opening my mouth to say something before he growled angrily at me.

“Alright, I'm not saying anything,” I said. “But I think it's safe to say that she hasn't forgiven you for trying to hump her.”

“That was sixteen years ago!” Grael growled. “How has she not forgiven me for it? I was a puppy and didn't know what I was doing!”

“She's a woman, Grael,” I chuckled. “She’ll never forgive you for it unless you make it up to her.”

“How am I supposed to when she won't let me talk to her?” He asked.

“You don't,” I answered, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Then how am I supposed to make it up to her?”

“You aren't.”

“But then why does she want me to?”

“She doesn't.”

“Then why is she mad at me still?”

“Because you haven't made it up to her yet.”

“But-”

“I know pal, I know,” I laughed. “There's no more a complex and convoluted creature on this earth than a woman. Nobody understands them.”

“Do women understand women?”

“Oh yeah, of course,” I nodded. “And they all hate each other, it’s best not to try and figure it out.”

“Then how am I supposed to know what she wants?”

“Oh, she'll tell you,” I said. “But she’ll probably still be mad at you.”

“Why are women so complicated?”

“Because they’re evolved to be. They run on emotion and intellect because nature made them the important ones. They're the ones that carry and birth the successors and as such, they need to be equipped with the knowledge to raise the children to a good standard,” I explained. “Men run mostly on instinct and hormones due to the fact we evolved to be nothing more than impregnators that make a baby, fuck off, and leave the smart one to take care of it.”

“But if we’re essential to making children, aren't we as important as them?” Grael asked.

“Think of it this way: when a supply wagon delivers steel and forging equipment to a master smith, and the smith goes on to create a legendary weapon over the course of many months, do you really think that anyone cares about the delivery boy when most of the work is done by the Smith?”

“By the divines… we are nothing more than tools,” Grael said in horror.

“Yup, creatures designed to do nothing more than fight and fuck,” I smirked. “I don't mind though. If I had to kill thirty people in war and then come home to good sex, then you wouldn't see me complaining.”

“Huh,” Grael said. “Isn't that what you do anyway?”

“Yup, already playing my part in a grander plan and loving every second of it,” I grinned. “Now, to go and get a book from Twilight that'll help me fuck Luna.”

“What!?”

“See you later, buddy,” I said as I walked away, going back to thinking of the best way to get to Ponyville. Deciding that the steam train was probably the best choice, I boarded it about ten minutes later and waited for it to leave the station. As I sat there, I began to think about my Aunt Twilight, she rivalled my mother in terms of magical power despite being an artificial alicorn, as she was dubbed. But that didn't change the fact that she had a lot of power up for grabs if I could fuck her too.

But Twilight had a different attitude to the other girls in my family. She was extremely virginal. Virginal to the point where I'm not sure if she's ever had sex before.

And she's in her mid-forties.

She also had a problem I referred to as “Canvas paper beauty”, one of my dickheadest personal preferences but something that I really hated. The term “Canvas paper beauty”, according to me, was a woman who was as beautiful as a drawing by one of the greatest artists of all time.

But like any piece of art: it was as flat as the paper it was drawn on.

And when I say flat, I don't mean she had relatively small A cup breasts and just looked smaller when standing next to her female family members. I'm talking that if her head, hands, and feet were covered, I'd be unable to tell which way she was facing.

And it really didn't help that she put zero effort into looking good. She kept her hair cropped into that box-like shape and never allowed it to grow out, ans she didn't use any makeup whatsoever, no blusher or foundation to try and lighten up her snow white skin. As a guy that adores dark-skinned women, this made her even less attractive.

And to top it all off, to make her practically unfuckable, a visit to the doctors on her seventeenth birthday had her diagnosed with a shallow cervix. This meant that her vagina isn't as deep as most women’s, meaning that, as a guy with a cock that’s nearly a foot long, I could probably get a quarter of it in before I hit her cervix. And as any doctor would tell you, trying to push past a woman’s cervix and into her womb is not only agonizingly painful for her, it can also pose serious health risks and lead to damaged reproductive organs.

And with her being one of the girls I needed to nail, this wasn't gonna be easy. For either of us.

The train ride lasted just under an hour and I was standing at the Ponyville station, remembering all the times I'd come here with my mother to visit my aunt as a child.

Retracing old memories and old paths quickly lead me to the big tree/castle thing, and I made my way inside. I walked through to the room she was usually in, the lab, and opened the door to see her hunched over a table, scrawling furiously into a notebook while several vials of what appeared to be blood were hung over different items ranging from fire to being submerged in ice water to being left to sit at room temperature.

“Hey there, doctor insano,” I said with a wave, Twilight's bright and beautiful eyes looking up at me with a smile.

“Richter!” She exclaimed happily, making her way over to me and hugging me tightly. I hugged her back for a long moment before a loud pinging sound went off.

“Ah, that’ll be the dialysis process done!” She said, scampering back over the piles of discarded books and research notes.

“Dialysis?” I asked. “You’ve found a way to do that artificially?”

“Artificially, no, without an actual kidney, yes,” she said, holding up a pot of dark purple plants. “Are you aware of the Knight’s Patch plant?”

“Yeah, the stuff we use in actual combat to act as a skin graft when there's no mage to heal us, what about it?” I asked.

“Well, after messing around with the stuff for a few months, I've discovered that while it’s super adaptive genetic makeup allows it to grow anywhere as any kind of organism, this allowing us to make it mimic the properties of skin grown the right way, it can mimic organ functions if spliced with cells from whatever organ you need while the plant’s stem cells are developing,” she explained.

“And I'm guessing you've been able to give the blood cleaning function a kidney possesses?” I asked.

“Exactly,” she said. “I've had a breakthrough in medical science, now being able to artificially create a working kidney to help those suffering from organ failure.”

“Congratulations,” I said with a smile. “That's amazing. So is the blood you've got here being cleaned?”

“No, actually, I'm running a few tests on alicorn blood to see if I can dilute it to a level of concentration that’s safe for normal human use,” She said. “Your mother was the one that donated a few samples, actually.”

“Let me guess: the alicorn blood will give our people a better resistance to diseases and strengthen them naturally, right?” I asked.

“Correct. I’m in the final stages of preparation and I’m getting ready to field test it now,” she explained.

“And who are the lucky mice?” I asked.

“Well… I'm actually testing it on myself,” she said quietly.

“What?” I asked in shock. “Twilight, that's really dangerous.”

“I know, but after spending hours of thinking, I'm the best candidate for it. If I test it on animals, it'll instantly kill them due to its potency, and if I dilute it to a level they can survive, it’ll give no conclusive evidence to what the correct potency needed for human consumption is,” she said, drawing one of the samples out of a vial with a syringe, using an open flame to heat the needle to being cherry red in an attempt to kill all of the bacteria on it. “And with myself having half alicorn DNA, I already have a resistance to this stuff, so I'll use my own blood as a base and dilute or strengthen a newer batch from there depending on the results I get.”

I was unsure about this, knowing that something could go horribly wrong and could end up killing her. But she was the scientist here and knew things about this field that I couldn't even dream of. I watched anxiously as she cooled the syringe in sterilized water before rolling up her sleeve, injecting my mother’s blood sample into her pasty white arm with a nervous look.

As the syringe emptied, I studied her face and arm for any signs of something going wrong, Twilight doing the same. She pulled the needle out of her arm and set it down on the table, touching her veins on her neck, wrist and inner thigh to test for irregular blood flow or a sign of clotting. Just when everything seemed to be going right, Twilight shivered suddenly, her eyes beginning to glow faintly as a faint light began to shine from her exposed skin.

“Twilight?” I asked nervously.

“Stay back!” She warned. “This could be dangerous and I don't want you to get hurt!”

I watched in fear as the glow became more and more intense, Twilight standing completely still as the light in her eyes shone brighter than the sun, forcing me to cover my eyes as it became too bright to look at. I felt my heart jump in horror as she released a single cry. But as the seconds went by through the glow, I realized that she hadn't cried, or screamed.

She moaned.

The light died down and I was able to look at her once again, and the sight I was now beholding nearly made me melt. Standing there in a shredded outfit, torn due to rapid mutations of her body, was the brand new Twilight Sparkle:

A thick, busty, long-haired, chocolate skinned goddess with bright eyes, thick lips and a lustful expression on her face.

Throwing clues together, seeing Twilight do the same, I figured out that the blood she'd injected into her body, the blood she'd gotten from my mother, had forced her to undergo the same transformation my mother did when she unleashed her succubus form: breast size increase, thicker form, thicker lips, brighter eyes, sharper features and an increased sex drive.

“Ah…” Twilight said after a moment, staring at her new buxom figure. “That was… unexpected… but not…”

“Not what?” I asked after a moment of silence.

“Unpleasant,” she answered, squeezing her breasts with a smirk. “Wow… so this is what huge breasts feel like… they're very soft.”

“You okay over there?” I asked her, deciding now was not the time to think about sex.

Though according to Twilight, it was.

She ran her hands down her stomach, eventually sliding one into her pants. Judging by the look on her face, she'd just pushed her fingers into her pussy, her brown cheeks flushing pink and her bottom lip being bitten.

“Oh?” She said in shock. “My vagina’s much deeper now. I wonder…”

She continued to explore her new body, using one hand to test the deepness and width of her newly altered vagina, and using her other to test the weight, density and durability of her new E-cups.

And if I'm gonna be completely honest, I think she was so caught up in a genuine scientific examination that she didn't even realize that she was masturbating in front of her teenage nephew.

I watched as she tore away her shredded clothing, exploring her new body thoroughly, mumbling about her newly increased skin pigmentation, fat deposits, and the possible soreness she may or may not receive from such a rapid development in her skeletal structure and body fat ratio, her twig-like thighs having been thickened considerably with her hips being much wider now. More so, her huge breasts caught my eye more than anything else now. I noticed her newer hairstyle, the same colour but with much more length and volume, her hair ending at the small of the back, over her thick ass.

“Aunt Twilight?” I called out to her, her glowing gaze raising to me quickly as she continued to pleasure herself.

“Yes?” She asked, as if nothing peculiar was happening at the moment.

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

“I'm fine. I feel a little riled up and a lot more off balance, but I'll adjust,” she answered. She seemed to orgasm after finishing the sentence, her body wracking with shakes and her lip being bitten again. She released a sigh and brought her hand up to her face, staring at her own product before licking it off her fingers.

“Huh… that tastes quite nice, surprisingly,” she said, licking her hand clean. “I'll test the makeup to see what protein in it is making it taste like that. Later, though.”

Apparently, she'd gained my mother's flavoured cum ability. Though looking at her, I wondered what she would taste of. I'd say chocolate, if I was going by her skin colour, but my mother's seemed to be linked to her hair’s colour palette, which was mostly pink, which explained the bubblegum flavour nicely.

Twilight's hair was a mix of purples, so I began to go through all of the fruits, foods, and others associated with the colour purple: lavender, grapes, blueberries; wrongfully named but a food that was actually purple, jam… not very appealing tastes to me.

As if she was going to let me taste her to begin with.

“Richter, can I borrow you for a moment?” She asked, getting my attention again. I looked up from her vagina to her head, the knowing glance on her face indicating she’d caught my look, and she shook her head with a grin.

“Am I that appealing to you now?” She asked. “Be honest.”

“Well… yeah, I guess,” I said, scratching the back of my head. “Does that weird you out?”

“No, I've been aware of that for a while now,” she said, crossing her arms over her breasts and leaning back on the desk. “And I'm also aware of your reputation with women, Richter.”

“Well, I try,” I shrugged, before getting on topic again. “Anyway, I need to borrow a book from you.”

“Sorry, but I'm afraid you can't,” she said in a quick response. “I stopped renting books out of here years ago due to the damage they received, and, before you ask, even family can't borrow them. Because family makes mistakes too.”

“Right… Are you not even gonna ask what book I want?” I asked.

“Fine, come over to the ledger in the library section and point it out and I'll tell you you can't have it,” she chuckled. “If it makes you feel any better.”

“Wow, aren't you supposed to be the princess of friendship?” I asked. “Why are you being so unfriendly right now?”

“I'm not being unfriendly,” she smiles. “I'm just following the rules.”

“Right, whatever,” I sighed. “Where's the ledger?”

“Right through here,” she said, hopping down off the desk and walking towards another door, beckoning for me to follow. As I did so, I couldn't help but admire the way her new body looked. She had a good amount of weight on her, but nowhere did she have too much. She was thick, curvy, and dark.

Just the way I liked it.

We walked through a small corridor and into the library, an expansive area filled with tomes, novellas, pamphlets, and pages as far as the eye could see. Twilight quickly guided us to a quiet corner, surrounded on all sides by bookcases, and there sat the checkout desk, an isolated and tucked away haven for Twilight to read in peace.

On the desk was a small book with a single page in it, this being the thing Twilight opened and turned around to me.

“Go on,” she said, gesturing to the completely empty book. “Look for it.”

“I'm aware of magic books that can bring up information on any book you can name, and others that can remind you of a name you've gotten by your memories,” I said, looking at her before looking down at the book. “But I don't know what I'm looking for, I just have an idea. Hell, it might not even exist in the first place.”

“Then just place your finger on the page and think of what you need, and if I've got it, you’ll see its location appear on the page,” Twilight said.

I did as she said, placing two fingertips on the page and closing my eyes, thinking of the nightmare alicorn forms and how exactly to summon them. There was a moment of silence before the page seemed to vibrate, followed by a surprised gasp from Twilight. I opened my eyes to see what was wrong only to have her swat my hand out of the book and slam it shut.

“Whoa, what's wrong?” I asked in worry.

“What the hell do you think you're doing?” She demanded furiously.

“I don't know what you mean,” I said, still as bamboozled as before.

“The book you’re looking for is known as the Black Bible,” she said. “It's an ancient tome that is about as dangerous as it is rare. I've got one of the only seven copies known to exist and I'll be fucked if I ever let that thing leave my sight, much less my possession.”

“The Black Bible?” I repeated. “It's religious, I'm guessing?”

“Yes, it's a book that divulges and details all of the darkest, deadliest, and most dangerous rituals, incantations, and spells that exist in this world.” She explained. “The Black Bible is the same book that gave Sombra his shadow powers in exchange for his immortal soul once his life reached its end. He's now rotting in the darkest lots of the underworld, along with any other fool that trades their soul for power.”

“Wow…” I said, beginning to wonder if it was worth it, risking my immortal soul for a power boost. “Is there any way to avoid the bad parts of deals?”

“Yes,” she growled. “Don't ever make them. This book is older than the Equestrian diarchy and has claimed the soul of every fool that's ever made a deal with the beast that inhabits it. But that does make me wonder something: what do you want it for?”

“I… well…,” I said, unsure of whether or not to tell her my plan.

“Hearing the real answer might make me a little more lenient,” she said, raising a finger. “As some dark magic, when controlled, can provide more help than regular spells, such as communing with the dead and helping to study the functions of dead animals with necromancy. So be honest, and I might find something else that’ll help you avoid dark magic.”

With that in mind, I took a deep breath and explained to her my plan to boost my own power by draining the nightmare forms of my female relatives. It didn't take long, but when I finished, Twilight asked me the question I’d never even considered:

“Why?” She asked in confusion. “I can’t see any reason beyond selfish desires to attempt something as stupid and dangerous as what you're considering.”

“I… I don't know,” I said. “I don't have a noble cause or reason for it besides pride and greed. If I was going to lie and say I had a noble reason, I'd say that… I was doing it to try and help remove the burden my beloved relatives have to bear from living in fear of their dark sides.”

Twilight opened her mouth to object, before closing it immediately, a sudden wave of realization washing over her.

“Richter…” she said slowly. “That is a noble reason. That's possibly the most justified reason to want to blow a load in your grandmother I've ever heard. And what's more, with the Nightmare forms gone, it'll allow the other princesses to strengthen themselves once again, without having to worry about accidentally releasing their Nightmare Forms by using certain forms of magic.”

“What d’you mean?” I asked, now a little lost.

“I mean that with their full power back, the immortal rulers of this country will once again be the deities they used to be,” she beamed, wrapping her arms around me, squeezing her huge tits against my chest. “If that happens, the princesses will never have to fear any kind of threat, whether it internal, supernatural, or foreign ever again.”

She looked up at me and kissed me on the cheek, before releasing me and turning back to her desk, looking at the book once more and checking the location of the cursed book.

“And to draw out the dark side of a person, were gonna need the Black Bible,” she said.

“Didn't you just say-” I began, before being cut off.

“I know, but I also said that controlled uses of dark magic could be useful,” she said quickly. “And if I remember correctly, there was a brewing recipe in the Black Bible designed to bring out the black heart in anyone, a drink that forced even the purest child to become the most vicious monster. I just need to find the book, copy the recipe onto another page, and brew it in a spellbinding circle.”

“I'm guessing the copying section means that even opening the book is dangerous?” I asked.

“Extremely. It can turn an angel into a demon and corrupt even the strongest heart,” she said. “I'll be able to do it quickly, thanks to my photographic memory… but…”

“But?” I asked in worry. “But what?”

“But… I don't know the exact page the recipe is on,” she sighed. “And depending on how long it takes, the Bible could either put me in a bad mood for the rest of the day or could give me my own nightmare form.”

“Then there's too much of a risk,” I said.”There's got to be another way to draw the forms out.”

“Not without bloodshed,” she sighed, thinking quickly before coming up with an idea, looking at me with renewed determination. “You've already had sex with Cadance, right?”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“So you should've already drained her and boosted your own succubus power?” She continued.

“Yes, it feels that way at least,” I nodded. “Are you suggesting that-”

“Yeah, if it all goes wrong and I am corrupted by the book,” she nodded, looking at me in the eyes. “Then I need you to drain it out of me, any way you can.”

“What if you're not feeling up for sex in your nightmare form?” I asked in a nervous tone.

“Do anything you can,” she reasserted. “Bait me into fucking you, trick me, arouse me, force me into a magically binding oral contract if you can manage it. Just don't let her out of the library.”

“That last one's gonna be a little difficult to pull off," I said with a hesitant done.

“Then try to do something you feel you can manage, okay?” she asked. “It'll be Nightmare Twilight, or whatever it decides to call itself. As long as you don't maim or murder it, I should be able to take control again once you've fucked her and drained the darkness out of my body.”

“Right. Incubi are demons anyway, that dark power will just make me stronger,” I nodded.

“Yes, perfect,” she nodded. “So we’re agreed? Any means necessary if it all goes tits up?”

“Yeah…” I nodded in response, already feeling anxious about it.

This was going to be dangerous, for both of us. And if it went wrong, it was all on me to protect both of us and drain the evil out of my aunt.

By any means necessary.