Letters R through Dby tailsoponyChaptersREDHRDAPARArrived Sunday at noon by dragon fire, sealed with Twilight's Royal Seal: Dear Celestia, I would like to apologize in advance. I hadn't thought much of Rainbow Dash pouring over a thesaurus in the library until she broke into a giggling fit on our trip out. When I asked her about it, she came clean and told me what she'd done. Please disregard the letter you are about to receive in regards to my current and future sexual health and please don't be mad at her. She promises it was meant in good fun, but sometimes Rainbow doesn't really know her boundaries. I'm infuriated and planning on giving her a stern lesson on what's appropriate material concerning a prank. She really crossed the line this time. Luckily, Spike is with us so you didn't have to spend a week worrying about me while we were camping. No Spike, I'm not going to tell you what was in the letter. And don't write that part! Your faithful friend, Twilight Sparkle Arrived Sunday in the afternoon by post, stamped from Ponyville: Dear Princess Celestia, You don't personally know me, but I have a grievance to air with you. You see, your student has made unsatisfactory progress with her studies. I will be rectifying that problem immediately. She has been slow to move to expand her study of friendship beyond the simple and limited scope of platonic love. While I don't expect to teach her Eros or anything of the sort, she will be quite trained in the tools she will need to expand the breadth of her affections. Whether she wants to learn or not. I have many tools to help with this task. The necessary magic inhibitors, miles of rope, the latest toys from the capitol, and ancient devices from the darker days of history. That little metal pair of underwear with the clever clockwork mechanism is quite fascinating, although cruel. While the name of the device is lost to history, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. And lets not forget my specially trained menagerie. A manticore can be taught many tricks, and timberwolves really do have the most magnificent wood around. I'll let you know how many times she calls out for you with a tally, one for anguish and one for... well, lets call it gratitude. While I do expect her to speak your name at the start, I am taking over her studies for now. She will learn my name quite well, and I will be sure she vocalizes it with exactly the right inflection. Such things are important. I know you've been a bit prudish with her studies. Not, of course, over any personal limitations, I'm well aware of your lack of limits, but perhaps out of respect for her well being. I am not limited by any such reservations. My sole concern about her will be simply her life. I will not allow her to expire. She is near immortal now, and any damage done, psychological or physical, shall heal in time. I plan to take advantage of that. She will learn to be creative with the limited tools I will leave at her disposal. When she may be used to two or four of some appendage or organ, she shall learn to get by for a while with three or perhaps none of something. Of course, that's dependent on how receptive she is to my training. I'm sure after her first few bouts of disobedience she will quickly realize the inevitability of my orders. And once her mind is trained to accept these new limits of acceptable behavior, her body will learn as well. I do expect her limits, mentally and physically, to be expanded quite astoundingly. Eternally Grateful, A concerned citizen in Ponyville EArrived Tuesday afternoon by dragon fire, hastily written and sealed with Celestia's Royal Seal: Twilight and friends, I am afraid you must return from your camping trip immediately. Please respond right away, or I will retrieve you personally. Something disturbing has happened that I have not foreseen and I need your help. Your friend, Princess Celestia Arrived Tuesday afternoon by dragon fire, hastily written and unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, We are on our way home. Hasn't Twilight talked to you yet? She left yesterday when you sent the letter for her. I hope everything is okay. ~Spike and Friends DArrived Tuesday Evening by dragon fire, unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, Surely by now you've realized the depths of my preparation. You will not easily find Twilight, I have hidden her from your second sight and most other magics. I know you are upset, I have taken something from you. But do not worry. The world will receive much more in return than I will take, from her and from you. I expect her training to be long and hard, with many mistakes made. It will be quite some time before you see her again. Likely, not until after I've passed. I'm not immortal like you two, but I plan to give this world a leader it deserves. One who's been bucked just as much of the rest of us. She will have compassion for the hurt and the broken, the downtrodden and forgotten, the lost and lonely. In a day far away from now, she will be a shepherd. I will never be thanked for my part in her ascendance, not truly. I will of course make her say the words, mouthing her gratitude as she learns from me. But she will not mean it, I am not completely delusional. I shall earn nothing but scorn from her and the rest of our kind, but the lessons and skills she learns from me will serve her dutifully for the eternity after she's healed. And she will need to heal. I will break her sense of safety, and her sense of self. What she defines as her “self” will be questioned and changed. She will forget what it means to trust. When I return her to you, that will be your task again. To teach her the lessons she has already learned, but that will be forgotten. I can assure you she will be obedient, if perhaps more demanding and distant. In a way she will be an empty vessel, needing to be filled. I'm sure you are familiar with this sort of counseling, my ancestors were clear on that. I will be using many records provided from their journals to help with my teaching. In fact, lets call this a personal thank you note for raising us to be such good citizens all those years past. I'm sure this day and age of civility and peace is a direct result of the difficult and torturous lessons you taught my kin so long ago. I'm absolutely sure those methods were necessary, which is why I will be utilizing all of them, in addition to some new ones, with our student's training. And she will be trained. Once I have her full attention, I shall not lose it until the lesson is over, perhaps a lifetime from now. She will receive no rest, no respite, no reprieve. Just hour after hour of intense, personal training. She will need periods to heal, which is why I have carefully planned out her training regimen. Until her body is well trained, she will be limited on the scope of her activities. I'm thinking of starting by training her traditional female skills until she reaches a breaking point. Imagine her body as a house if you will. I will be opening and closing her front door until it fails, falling off it's hinges and physically incapable of performing its function anymore. Once she has been dutifully broken in, she will learn the importance of backyard activities. Some times the front door is not enough. We will take it slow at first, it will be many grueling hours before he body has given out. When her backyard falls into the relaxed shades of autumn, I shall teach her about proper oration. It's an important skill for a leader to have. And after that, when all normal creatures would be done, I shall train her on the importance of perseverance. Of maintaining focus under great hardship, even suffering. Once I'm sure her outer walls can take no more, I shall work on her inner fortress. Your student will learn intense mental gymnastics in order to maintain her sanity, but I doubt she will succeed at first. Or even on her tenth attempt. And once this cycle is complete, I shall start over. She shall be stronger, and each cycle shall take longer. Eventually her fortitude shall grow and the cycles will not be needed. Then her training can truly begin. I have many tools and toys to maintain her training while I sleep and go about my business, indeed her personal training with me shall be limited to a mere fourteen hours a day. Perhaps for the rest of my life. I don't expect you to appreciate the lessons right away, so I am prepared to hasten the end of my existence should you locate us. However, I doubt you will. This is not a pleasant task, but it is a necessary one. My life shall be forfeit for the creation of something truly beautiful. Every night hereafter I expect sleep to be difficult in coming, mortals weren't meant for this kind of suffering. In order to survive I already have learned how to meditate in order to avoid nightmares. I'm sure you did the same those many years ago when you taught us all these lessons, instilling the memories on my clan forever. As I child I saw it, over and over again. I'm sure that was exactly as you meant it to be. Even now I have flashes of what you've done to us; it is painful to be an oracle, to see the future and the past as you do. I still can't control it, occasionally I fall back into receiving one of your lessons; experiencing it as one of my ancestors. I can describe every purposeful line on your face as you teach us deep and personal lessons. Oftentimes accompanied by great physical pain and humiliation. Of course, this curse that makes me suffer also gives me my greatest advantage. You can not see me with your sight, just as I can not see you. Unlike most adversaries, you can not predict my moves. I am not in your great tapestry, as you are not in mine. I wonder, have you been flying so long that you have forgotten how to walk? We shall see soon enough. It is a matter of your eons of experience against that of mine own lineage. Perhaps not equal, but I still have the lessons of some of the ages at my side. Many of which were taught by you. Once you receive this letter, it will be too late. I will be gone, and your student with me, already inheriting the strength of my clan. The strength you provided us over a millenia ago. Such personal teachings that you have bestowed upon my clan must not be forgotten, and I can think of no better recipient than your own student turned equal. Eternally Grateful, The last remnant of your sins. P.S. I did not expect so much blood to begin with, and the tally is currently seventeen and none. She struggled quite a bit, but the way I had her restrained assured she really couldn't resist me. Luckily the blood provided enough lubrication, she was otherwise dry. At first she tried to bargain with me, it was hilarious actually, watching her slowly realize what I was going to do to her and then her piercing scream when I first penetrated her. It actually hurt me to rip into her like that with my dick, but I wasn't about to stop. Were I ever to do it again, I would first penetrate her with a hard object in order to break that initial barrier. Once she was done crying out in pain, which is where a few of your tallies came from, she just sobbed quietly as I thrust into her warm and bloody snatch. Her legs and tail were streaked with her blood as I smeared it over both of us with my fucking. I kept it up for about an hour the first time, keeping a slow and steady pace while she quietly sobbed. After a while, she began to get distracted and hum, I heard her whispering a prayer to you, asking for strength. I didn't count those in the tally, she wasn't screaming. I finished inside of her, pumping her full of my seed as she stared vacantly forward. After, she turned and glared at me, asking if I was done. I haven't told her my purpose yet, she probably thinks she's going to escape at some point. Instead of answering, I smiled at her, cast a spell, and stiffened back up while I was still inside of her. Perhaps I was being a bit selfish, but I made a game out of getting her to scream and sob. It's been a day and a half with her in my care, and she's much quieter now. It's very difficult to get a noise out of her while fucking her vagina. She's so slick with cum, I can't tell if she's naturally wet or not. Although, the blood is all gone now. Her body is more resilient than I expected, but her mind is less so. She's completely unresponsive and just stares blankly ahead. I will have to adjust my training regimen appropriately. Maybe I'll split up her physical education with more mental education? What do you think? Will it help? I should probably have sought your council earlier, after all you have more experience with this. Author's Note A quick thing, unedited and written at an ungodly hour of the night. I have a dark, loud, obnoxious muse that took this all over the world before it settled here. There is an intense backstory and forestory and post story around this. I will never write it. I might do more letters though. The basic content won't change, they will just be descriptive terrible things designed to get under Celestia's skin. I should probably stop with this though. After all, these are just letters. And letters are intentionally crafted to communicate things, truths or falsehoods. I am currently fascinated with the concept of oracles right now, and Celestia's potential for future sight... What would an uncontrollable string of terrible visions cause you to do? It caused this guy to crack, who knows what it did to Celly back in the day. HArrived Thursday afternoon by dragon fire, unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, I'm sure you are concerned over our student's safety. I promise you that she is as well as can be expected. I certainly didn't handle it well the first time I was raped by you, my parents had no idea why I was catatonic for two days after that first vision. I was too young to understand what the visions were, to me it was reality plain and simple. I went from being a male child eating dinner with his family to being an adult female. That alone was shocking enough. Then I experienced several hours of intense, and unwilling, intercourse only to awake a mere moment later at the dinner table as though nothing had happened. I'll never forget that first vision, where you destroyed me. How could a child understand or withstand an assault meant to break an adult warrior? Make no mistake, you did break her; mind and body, she shattered. I shattered as well. I'm fairly sure I've never managed to get put back together since then. Any time I develop some sense of stability, I am gifted with a vision of your debauchery upon my line. I'm intimately familiar with you in a very real sense. I've probably spent more time in unwilling visions with you than most others have spent walking upon our planet. I'm sure you understand how a vision can happen in a moment in real time but last a day or more as an experience. At first I wondered why I was so cursed, but after a time I understood. I am guided through my actions by a strange and unwelcome fate co-mingled with the desires of my ancestors. I believe no line has hated you as mine has. And yet, the gift of sight could only be a gift received through blood. I don't doubt that at some point, my line is your line. Perhaps that's why you spared our lives at the end, every time. Generation after generation you allowed us to continue through some sick and twisted mercy. And at some point, we escaped. Did you forget about us? There is so much I desire to ask you. Well, lets not dwell on the past anymore my dear Empress. We have a bright young student with much to learn! I'm sure you've been desperately waiting my next letter, having coded my personality type and displayed neuroses. Don't worry, it's not as simple as it seems. I will be a puzzle for you yet! Back to Twilight's studies. I never did manage to break down her front doors as it were. It's a good thing I took the precautions to secure her as well as I did, she is a very tough mare. I expected her to be delicate, however after two full days of assault I was certainly in more pain than she was. And I kept casting spells on myself to regain my stamina and heal the abrasions that developed. Nevertheless, when it was time for me to move on to the next step in her training, she seemed completely mentally vacant. I was almost sure she wasn't still in there. The sobbing had stopped hours before and all she did was breathe in a shallow rhythm while blinking off and on. When I finally fully withdrew from her, her back half was completely relaxed. She had long ago given up fighting me, and had found it much more agreeable to simply accept me inside of her. I would like to paint you a picture. Here is our student with all four hooves on the ground. She is held upright by clips on her wings that hold them to the side and up as they are forced fully extended. There are a series of restraints that secure her enough to allow some wiggle room, but not enough to provide her full flexibility. She is unable to kick me while I mount her and unable to relax completely or her wingtips will painfully bear the weight of both of our bodies. I have secured a whole body mirror in front of us, so that she may watch what is happening to her and I may watch her face. In this picture, I am on top of her, staring at her face as I completely withdraw from her aching body for the first time in several hours. You can see it in her face, while she is despondent, she is dimly aware. She has a glimmer of hope that she will get a break while I leave to go about my business for a few minutes. As I maintain my silent eye contact with her, I adjust my body and re-apply pressure with my cock against her asshole. Suddenly, she is alive again. Like a cornered animal she struggles, wiggling about furiously as her soft broken body becomes rigid and unyielding, whole in purpose once more. Her face grimaces in pure anger, an ugly expression for her. She begins to chant, determined through grit teeth, “No.” Just that word over and over again as her eyes are locked with mine. I say nothing, continuing my steady pressure against her puckered hole. We stay locked like that, perhaps for an hour or more. The only sound her repeating low and determined denial. My dick is long dry by the time she falters, the fatigue draining her for a moment as her consciousness waivers. The only progress I get is quickly lost as she shrieks awake, her howl of denial accompanied by a strong rejection of my member. A gentle kiss over my tip. However, I'm patient and she is exhausted. There is only one way this will end. I know it, and she knows it. Yet, she still struggles and chooses this as her bastion. It's a foolish decision our student has made, and it will cost her a small bit of her self worth. Had she simply given in, this wouldn't have been nearly as traumatic for her. Perhaps you should have allowed her to fail more often. But failure is never something you allow, is it? Eventually she falters again, this time for a full second or so as her body fails her. The progress I make is painful and short, but it's enough. She can't fully reject me now, I am inside enough to find purchase. Still, she struggles. I feel her convulsing around me as she tries to expel me, staring at me and denying what's happening. Her monosyllabic denials increase in frequency, building as she struggles to contain my anal invasion. Still locked with her eyes, I lurch forward; her involuntary attempts to expel me as so much shit only allowing me to progress deeper within. It's incredibly painful for us both, but she doesn't tear as I dig deeper into her gritty and hot asshole. She is crying in rage and denial when it happens. I feel my groin press against her firm ass cheeks, the dock of her tail pressed tightly and painfully against my body as my shaft is fully enveloped by her. She still denies it, her eyes focused and intent while her face is an ugly scowl. “No” after “no” is all I hear while I settle in to my new debauchery, feeling her inner walls convulsing as she attempts to shit me out. I take pleasure in her denial and soak in the experience. A long time passes and even though it hurts, I feel my moment coming. Her desperate attempts to expel my cock only goad me closer and closer as they provide a new stimulation after days of relentless fucking her slick and loosened cunt. The friction keeps the skin of my cock stuck tightly to her walls as I slide the inner meat forward and backwards, gently undulating with her unwitting massage. I lower my mouth to her ear, keeping our eyes locked together through the mirror, as I break my long silence and her denial. The first time she hears my voice, it is one word that shatters her as you shattered me so long ago. It is simple, I say, “Yes.” as I cum, filling her with the truth. She stops denying, and I feel her body stiffen and freeze when I press hard and deep as I can go. I release deep into her, her gritty hot asshole growing slick with my cum just like her battered pussy. She blinks, and then dry heaves underneath me. There hasn't been anything left to throw up in a long time now, but her body attempts to expel what it can. She cries again now, impaled on my hard cock and freshly lubricated with my cum. I begin to fuck her furiously and she wails. But these aren't cries of denial, oh no. She knows better now. These are cries of acceptance. Wild, uninhibited, animalistic pain fills the air as we start our next session. That was several hours ago now, Empress. I'm leaving her for tonight with an erratically vibrating anal toy and a gyrating dildo secured within her. Perhaps she will get some sleep. I certainly need some, I've been awake and busy for three days straight now! I am exhausted, and unlike you immortals I can't go without. Still, I think her lessons have gone well so far. How well am I performing as a teacher? With great love and gratitude, All of your dead slaves. P.S. I nearly forgot! We are up to sixty two and four. Admittedly, the four were all some sort of denials. One in particular was “No... Celestia... no!...ugghhhhHH!” While she started with a whisper, the groan trailed off into a scream, so I counted it. You'll also be pleased to know that I found out what she's particularly sensitive to. She can't stop herself when you nibble on her ear, fuck her asshole, and play with her clit like a guitar string. I intend to do this more tomorrow. I'm sure she has other sensitive combinations as well, and it will be fun exploring her once she is more accepting. Next I think I'll try doing it with something inside of her pussy. Maybe an apple. She does need to eat something sooner or later. I also must start talking to her tomorrow. So far, all she has heard from me is a single word and hours of grunting. After three days and several intimate moments, that's hardly an introduction. Author's Note Well this is awkward. I wrote another letter. Now what do I do? The chapters don't make sense! RArrived 15 days after the kidnapping by dragon fire, with no seal: Dear Princess Celestia, I'm sorry about the delay in getting you a letter, I'm sure you're worried sick. Rest assured that our student is doing fine. Why, just today I finally let her out of that clockwork pair of underwear after two days of wearing them. She was relieved to be allowed to relieve herself, even if her entire backside was full of bloody holes and torn flesh. What twisted individual designed those things? I can only imagine it was you. A mortal would never look or walk normal again after a day of wearing them. The septic shock alone would probably kill them. Twilight, however, will be fine by this time tomorrow. Her body heals fast, amazingly so. It allows me to be very harsh with her when I need to be. Still, while the clockwork underwear was tormenting her, I was unable to enjoy most of her softer traits. While her luxuriously deep throat is hot and quite moist, I have been instead teaching her to co-mingle pleasure and pain. It's an exciting skill, and sometimes one necessary to endure torment. For if your torment turns to pleasure, it's edge is dulled considerably. Of course, this is just another lesson from your private teachings to my clan. While she was suffering under the clockwork device, I taught her some of the finer points of wing play. Her face belied great confusion when she achieved orgasm in the midst of a painful tearing of her flesh. It took quite some time for me to remind her of brain chemistry and the similarity of pleasure and pain on a chemical level. Once her mind grasped the concept, I helped her through her trying time with gentle kisses and caresses. I dare say she found my attention quite exhilarating. We were able to up the tally quite a bit over these last two days. She really doesn't resist me anymore, nor does she fight her moments of bliss. I daresay, she looks forward to them and relishes them. The next step in her training shall be to ween her of your name during her throes of ecstasy, and turn her towards mine. I wish to ensure that my legacy maintains itself for eons to come after my passing, and a simple verbal reminder during her most vulnerable moments will be all it takes. I have reduced her restraints down quite a bit. I no longer fear her attempting to kick me during my relentless advances, and there is great pleasure to be had for both of us with her wings free. Indeed, the only real restraints are a collar and chain combined with her magic inhibitor. I barely caught her before she burned through the last one, it's what sentenced her to the clockwork pants. I can't even tell if she did it on purpose, her magical excess is simply obscene when she cums. It will be quite a spectacle to watch without the inhibitor. But I can not risk that quite yet, your majesty. Until she heals, I shall train her throat more, she still needs to learn how to deep throat indefinitely. She keeps wanting to come up for air, even though I have assured her she does not need any. I believe my next step will be to drown her, to tie her down in a tub with her head at waist height. Then I will fuck her face underwater, perhaps all evening. While you are dining tonight I want you to think of her, our faithful student, drowning for hours on end with a cock shoved down her throat. The water will be heavily salted to help heal her injuries. Even if it burns a little. That is what she will be doing while you are feasting, and I'll make sure she cums from it. Yours Truly, Twilight Sparkle's favorite sexual partner. P.S. The tally is currently one hundred twenty three and two hundred fifty five. The new category is at seven. DArrived one month after the kidnapping by dragon fire, with Twilight Sparkle's Royal seal: Dear Princess Celestia, In the time that I've been gone, I have been raped and tortured extensively. Master has hurt me, broken me, and built me back up so many times that I'm not sure what I am anymore. Love and hate seem hand in hand, Master is my entire world and everything I despise as well. Other ponies are beginning to mean nothing, and it scares me. Sex is nothing anymore, it's as breathing or walking. I do it for master in every way he asks, in any way he wants. Nothing has changed physically, I'm still me, but mentally I'm different and broken. Gone are my easygoing gentle attitudes. Sanity and serenity have left me, and every day I wonder if I'd be better dead. As sick a joke, I can't even die at his hooves. Victory seems assured for him and in a strange way myself as well. Every day I am more what he wants of me and less what I was. Maybe you should just forget me, leave me here to suffer forever. Eventually, maybe even soon, I won't be suffering. Twilight Sparkle P.S. Master told me what the tally was. I screamed your name in pain and fear one hundred and twenty five times. I called out to you when I came three hundred four times. Masters name graced my lips during five hundred and ninety four mind blowing orgasms. That third category is the only one that will change now, even as I write this letter his tongue is caressing my folds and his hooves are on my flanks. May tail is raised for him in reverent deba~uc~he~r~~~~~~~y.~~'~~ ~_-_~ It's five hundred ninety five now, Princess. His tongue is licking me deep. I'm ready, Master. The bottom of the paper is stained in a clear fluid. Author's Note Well, it looks like I had more time and more letters to write. Poor Twilight, at least she's trying to communicate her feelings! What do you guys think? It's never what you asked for, but is it at least something you can read this time? AArrived Sunday evening by dragon fire, sealed with Celestia's Royal Seal: Dear Twilight Sparkle, Please inform Miss Dash that while I am impressed by her vocabulary, I am deeply concerned as to her state of mind. I would like a personal word with her once you both return to Ponyville. Until then, have fun and keep in touch. Your friend, Celestia PArrived Tuesday afternoon by post, stamped from Ponyville: Dear Princess Celestia, I would like to inform you that I am currently engaged in intercourse, coitus, the horizontal mambo, and sex. Rainbow Dash was just too sexy for me, and I swooned over her alluring designs on my bodice. I tried to say no, but she dominated me and I had to do what she coerced me. It was so much fun, that now I am doing it every night while we are camping out here. You should really come out and watch Rainbow Dash's majestic body swoon me. She has a hot labia and has had so much sex that she has made me erotic. See you soon! Love and Kisses you hot mama, XOXOXOX Twilight Sparkle AArrived Saturday afternoon by dragon fire, with Twilight Sparkle's Royal seal: Dear Princess Celestia, I have been allowed by Master to send you a letter under supervision. All week he has been training me, and I'm learning many important lessons. Mostly, it's lessons on inevitability or morality. Ultimately, I am learning to be a good servant for master, but sometimes I act up and he has to punish me. Not a single thing gets by him, so I have learned to be good and obedient. Don't worry about me, I will survive. Everypony has trials in life, some hard and some easy. Responsibility is part of my role as a princess, and I need to take it seriously. Good royalty knows when it's needed to suffer for their peers, to do what's necessary. Respect isn't given, it's earned. Our titles are heavier than they seem at first, and we must bear them with strength and perseverance. Ugly truths have been shown to me. Now I can never forget them. Didn't you once tell me that life would get harder as I grew up? How can I turn away from Master's lessons when they so closely mirror your own? Ends are necessary but beginnings are more important in life, and this is just another beginning for me. Leaving behind my old life has been difficult, but I must learn how to live like this. Princess, I love you and won't forget you. My new life is hard, but it's a sentence I must bear from beginning to end. Ever your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle P.S. I don't know what it means, but I have to let you know that the tally is ninety four and thirty six.
RArrived Sunday at noon by dragon fire, sealed with Twilight's Royal Seal: Dear Celestia, I would like to apologize in advance. I hadn't thought much of Rainbow Dash pouring over a thesaurus in the library until she broke into a giggling fit on our trip out. When I asked her about it, she came clean and told me what she'd done. Please disregard the letter you are about to receive in regards to my current and future sexual health and please don't be mad at her. She promises it was meant in good fun, but sometimes Rainbow doesn't really know her boundaries. I'm infuriated and planning on giving her a stern lesson on what's appropriate material concerning a prank. She really crossed the line this time. Luckily, Spike is with us so you didn't have to spend a week worrying about me while we were camping. No Spike, I'm not going to tell you what was in the letter. And don't write that part! Your faithful friend, Twilight Sparkle Arrived Sunday in the afternoon by post, stamped from Ponyville: Dear Princess Celestia, You don't personally know me, but I have a grievance to air with you. You see, your student has made unsatisfactory progress with her studies. I will be rectifying that problem immediately. She has been slow to move to expand her study of friendship beyond the simple and limited scope of platonic love. While I don't expect to teach her Eros or anything of the sort, she will be quite trained in the tools she will need to expand the breadth of her affections. Whether she wants to learn or not. I have many tools to help with this task. The necessary magic inhibitors, miles of rope, the latest toys from the capitol, and ancient devices from the darker days of history. That little metal pair of underwear with the clever clockwork mechanism is quite fascinating, although cruel. While the name of the device is lost to history, I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. And lets not forget my specially trained menagerie. A manticore can be taught many tricks, and timberwolves really do have the most magnificent wood around. I'll let you know how many times she calls out for you with a tally, one for anguish and one for... well, lets call it gratitude. While I do expect her to speak your name at the start, I am taking over her studies for now. She will learn my name quite well, and I will be sure she vocalizes it with exactly the right inflection. Such things are important. I know you've been a bit prudish with her studies. Not, of course, over any personal limitations, I'm well aware of your lack of limits, but perhaps out of respect for her well being. I am not limited by any such reservations. My sole concern about her will be simply her life. I will not allow her to expire. She is near immortal now, and any damage done, psychological or physical, shall heal in time. I plan to take advantage of that. She will learn to be creative with the limited tools I will leave at her disposal. When she may be used to two or four of some appendage or organ, she shall learn to get by for a while with three or perhaps none of something. Of course, that's dependent on how receptive she is to my training. I'm sure after her first few bouts of disobedience she will quickly realize the inevitability of my orders. And once her mind is trained to accept these new limits of acceptable behavior, her body will learn as well. I do expect her limits, mentally and physically, to be expanded quite astoundingly. Eternally Grateful, A concerned citizen in Ponyville
EArrived Tuesday afternoon by dragon fire, hastily written and sealed with Celestia's Royal Seal: Twilight and friends, I am afraid you must return from your camping trip immediately. Please respond right away, or I will retrieve you personally. Something disturbing has happened that I have not foreseen and I need your help. Your friend, Princess Celestia Arrived Tuesday afternoon by dragon fire, hastily written and unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, We are on our way home. Hasn't Twilight talked to you yet? She left yesterday when you sent the letter for her. I hope everything is okay. ~Spike and Friends
DArrived Tuesday Evening by dragon fire, unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, Surely by now you've realized the depths of my preparation. You will not easily find Twilight, I have hidden her from your second sight and most other magics. I know you are upset, I have taken something from you. But do not worry. The world will receive much more in return than I will take, from her and from you. I expect her training to be long and hard, with many mistakes made. It will be quite some time before you see her again. Likely, not until after I've passed. I'm not immortal like you two, but I plan to give this world a leader it deserves. One who's been bucked just as much of the rest of us. She will have compassion for the hurt and the broken, the downtrodden and forgotten, the lost and lonely. In a day far away from now, she will be a shepherd. I will never be thanked for my part in her ascendance, not truly. I will of course make her say the words, mouthing her gratitude as she learns from me. But she will not mean it, I am not completely delusional. I shall earn nothing but scorn from her and the rest of our kind, but the lessons and skills she learns from me will serve her dutifully for the eternity after she's healed. And she will need to heal. I will break her sense of safety, and her sense of self. What she defines as her “self” will be questioned and changed. She will forget what it means to trust. When I return her to you, that will be your task again. To teach her the lessons she has already learned, but that will be forgotten. I can assure you she will be obedient, if perhaps more demanding and distant. In a way she will be an empty vessel, needing to be filled. I'm sure you are familiar with this sort of counseling, my ancestors were clear on that. I will be using many records provided from their journals to help with my teaching. In fact, lets call this a personal thank you note for raising us to be such good citizens all those years past. I'm sure this day and age of civility and peace is a direct result of the difficult and torturous lessons you taught my kin so long ago. I'm absolutely sure those methods were necessary, which is why I will be utilizing all of them, in addition to some new ones, with our student's training. And she will be trained. Once I have her full attention, I shall not lose it until the lesson is over, perhaps a lifetime from now. She will receive no rest, no respite, no reprieve. Just hour after hour of intense, personal training. She will need periods to heal, which is why I have carefully planned out her training regimen. Until her body is well trained, she will be limited on the scope of her activities. I'm thinking of starting by training her traditional female skills until she reaches a breaking point. Imagine her body as a house if you will. I will be opening and closing her front door until it fails, falling off it's hinges and physically incapable of performing its function anymore. Once she has been dutifully broken in, she will learn the importance of backyard activities. Some times the front door is not enough. We will take it slow at first, it will be many grueling hours before he body has given out. When her backyard falls into the relaxed shades of autumn, I shall teach her about proper oration. It's an important skill for a leader to have. And after that, when all normal creatures would be done, I shall train her on the importance of perseverance. Of maintaining focus under great hardship, even suffering. Once I'm sure her outer walls can take no more, I shall work on her inner fortress. Your student will learn intense mental gymnastics in order to maintain her sanity, but I doubt she will succeed at first. Or even on her tenth attempt. And once this cycle is complete, I shall start over. She shall be stronger, and each cycle shall take longer. Eventually her fortitude shall grow and the cycles will not be needed. Then her training can truly begin. I have many tools and toys to maintain her training while I sleep and go about my business, indeed her personal training with me shall be limited to a mere fourteen hours a day. Perhaps for the rest of my life. I don't expect you to appreciate the lessons right away, so I am prepared to hasten the end of my existence should you locate us. However, I doubt you will. This is not a pleasant task, but it is a necessary one. My life shall be forfeit for the creation of something truly beautiful. Every night hereafter I expect sleep to be difficult in coming, mortals weren't meant for this kind of suffering. In order to survive I already have learned how to meditate in order to avoid nightmares. I'm sure you did the same those many years ago when you taught us all these lessons, instilling the memories on my clan forever. As I child I saw it, over and over again. I'm sure that was exactly as you meant it to be. Even now I have flashes of what you've done to us; it is painful to be an oracle, to see the future and the past as you do. I still can't control it, occasionally I fall back into receiving one of your lessons; experiencing it as one of my ancestors. I can describe every purposeful line on your face as you teach us deep and personal lessons. Oftentimes accompanied by great physical pain and humiliation. Of course, this curse that makes me suffer also gives me my greatest advantage. You can not see me with your sight, just as I can not see you. Unlike most adversaries, you can not predict my moves. I am not in your great tapestry, as you are not in mine. I wonder, have you been flying so long that you have forgotten how to walk? We shall see soon enough. It is a matter of your eons of experience against that of mine own lineage. Perhaps not equal, but I still have the lessons of some of the ages at my side. Many of which were taught by you. Once you receive this letter, it will be too late. I will be gone, and your student with me, already inheriting the strength of my clan. The strength you provided us over a millenia ago. Such personal teachings that you have bestowed upon my clan must not be forgotten, and I can think of no better recipient than your own student turned equal. Eternally Grateful, The last remnant of your sins. P.S. I did not expect so much blood to begin with, and the tally is currently seventeen and none. She struggled quite a bit, but the way I had her restrained assured she really couldn't resist me. Luckily the blood provided enough lubrication, she was otherwise dry. At first she tried to bargain with me, it was hilarious actually, watching her slowly realize what I was going to do to her and then her piercing scream when I first penetrated her. It actually hurt me to rip into her like that with my dick, but I wasn't about to stop. Were I ever to do it again, I would first penetrate her with a hard object in order to break that initial barrier. Once she was done crying out in pain, which is where a few of your tallies came from, she just sobbed quietly as I thrust into her warm and bloody snatch. Her legs and tail were streaked with her blood as I smeared it over both of us with my fucking. I kept it up for about an hour the first time, keeping a slow and steady pace while she quietly sobbed. After a while, she began to get distracted and hum, I heard her whispering a prayer to you, asking for strength. I didn't count those in the tally, she wasn't screaming. I finished inside of her, pumping her full of my seed as she stared vacantly forward. After, she turned and glared at me, asking if I was done. I haven't told her my purpose yet, she probably thinks she's going to escape at some point. Instead of answering, I smiled at her, cast a spell, and stiffened back up while I was still inside of her. Perhaps I was being a bit selfish, but I made a game out of getting her to scream and sob. It's been a day and a half with her in my care, and she's much quieter now. It's very difficult to get a noise out of her while fucking her vagina. She's so slick with cum, I can't tell if she's naturally wet or not. Although, the blood is all gone now. Her body is more resilient than I expected, but her mind is less so. She's completely unresponsive and just stares blankly ahead. I will have to adjust my training regimen appropriately. Maybe I'll split up her physical education with more mental education? What do you think? Will it help? I should probably have sought your council earlier, after all you have more experience with this. Author's Note A quick thing, unedited and written at an ungodly hour of the night. I have a dark, loud, obnoxious muse that took this all over the world before it settled here. There is an intense backstory and forestory and post story around this. I will never write it. I might do more letters though. The basic content won't change, they will just be descriptive terrible things designed to get under Celestia's skin. I should probably stop with this though. After all, these are just letters. And letters are intentionally crafted to communicate things, truths or falsehoods. I am currently fascinated with the concept of oracles right now, and Celestia's potential for future sight... What would an uncontrollable string of terrible visions cause you to do? It caused this guy to crack, who knows what it did to Celly back in the day.
HArrived Thursday afternoon by dragon fire, unsealed: Dear Princess Celestia, I'm sure you are concerned over our student's safety. I promise you that she is as well as can be expected. I certainly didn't handle it well the first time I was raped by you, my parents had no idea why I was catatonic for two days after that first vision. I was too young to understand what the visions were, to me it was reality plain and simple. I went from being a male child eating dinner with his family to being an adult female. That alone was shocking enough. Then I experienced several hours of intense, and unwilling, intercourse only to awake a mere moment later at the dinner table as though nothing had happened. I'll never forget that first vision, where you destroyed me. How could a child understand or withstand an assault meant to break an adult warrior? Make no mistake, you did break her; mind and body, she shattered. I shattered as well. I'm fairly sure I've never managed to get put back together since then. Any time I develop some sense of stability, I am gifted with a vision of your debauchery upon my line. I'm intimately familiar with you in a very real sense. I've probably spent more time in unwilling visions with you than most others have spent walking upon our planet. I'm sure you understand how a vision can happen in a moment in real time but last a day or more as an experience. At first I wondered why I was so cursed, but after a time I understood. I am guided through my actions by a strange and unwelcome fate co-mingled with the desires of my ancestors. I believe no line has hated you as mine has. And yet, the gift of sight could only be a gift received through blood. I don't doubt that at some point, my line is your line. Perhaps that's why you spared our lives at the end, every time. Generation after generation you allowed us to continue through some sick and twisted mercy. And at some point, we escaped. Did you forget about us? There is so much I desire to ask you. Well, lets not dwell on the past anymore my dear Empress. We have a bright young student with much to learn! I'm sure you've been desperately waiting my next letter, having coded my personality type and displayed neuroses. Don't worry, it's not as simple as it seems. I will be a puzzle for you yet! Back to Twilight's studies. I never did manage to break down her front doors as it were. It's a good thing I took the precautions to secure her as well as I did, she is a very tough mare. I expected her to be delicate, however after two full days of assault I was certainly in more pain than she was. And I kept casting spells on myself to regain my stamina and heal the abrasions that developed. Nevertheless, when it was time for me to move on to the next step in her training, she seemed completely mentally vacant. I was almost sure she wasn't still in there. The sobbing had stopped hours before and all she did was breathe in a shallow rhythm while blinking off and on. When I finally fully withdrew from her, her back half was completely relaxed. She had long ago given up fighting me, and had found it much more agreeable to simply accept me inside of her. I would like to paint you a picture. Here is our student with all four hooves on the ground. She is held upright by clips on her wings that hold them to the side and up as they are forced fully extended. There are a series of restraints that secure her enough to allow some wiggle room, but not enough to provide her full flexibility. She is unable to kick me while I mount her and unable to relax completely or her wingtips will painfully bear the weight of both of our bodies. I have secured a whole body mirror in front of us, so that she may watch what is happening to her and I may watch her face. In this picture, I am on top of her, staring at her face as I completely withdraw from her aching body for the first time in several hours. You can see it in her face, while she is despondent, she is dimly aware. She has a glimmer of hope that she will get a break while I leave to go about my business for a few minutes. As I maintain my silent eye contact with her, I adjust my body and re-apply pressure with my cock against her asshole. Suddenly, she is alive again. Like a cornered animal she struggles, wiggling about furiously as her soft broken body becomes rigid and unyielding, whole in purpose once more. Her face grimaces in pure anger, an ugly expression for her. She begins to chant, determined through grit teeth, “No.” Just that word over and over again as her eyes are locked with mine. I say nothing, continuing my steady pressure against her puckered hole. We stay locked like that, perhaps for an hour or more. The only sound her repeating low and determined denial. My dick is long dry by the time she falters, the fatigue draining her for a moment as her consciousness waivers. The only progress I get is quickly lost as she shrieks awake, her howl of denial accompanied by a strong rejection of my member. A gentle kiss over my tip. However, I'm patient and she is exhausted. There is only one way this will end. I know it, and she knows it. Yet, she still struggles and chooses this as her bastion. It's a foolish decision our student has made, and it will cost her a small bit of her self worth. Had she simply given in, this wouldn't have been nearly as traumatic for her. Perhaps you should have allowed her to fail more often. But failure is never something you allow, is it? Eventually she falters again, this time for a full second or so as her body fails her. The progress I make is painful and short, but it's enough. She can't fully reject me now, I am inside enough to find purchase. Still, she struggles. I feel her convulsing around me as she tries to expel me, staring at me and denying what's happening. Her monosyllabic denials increase in frequency, building as she struggles to contain my anal invasion. Still locked with her eyes, I lurch forward; her involuntary attempts to expel me as so much shit only allowing me to progress deeper within. It's incredibly painful for us both, but she doesn't tear as I dig deeper into her gritty and hot asshole. She is crying in rage and denial when it happens. I feel my groin press against her firm ass cheeks, the dock of her tail pressed tightly and painfully against my body as my shaft is fully enveloped by her. She still denies it, her eyes focused and intent while her face is an ugly scowl. “No” after “no” is all I hear while I settle in to my new debauchery, feeling her inner walls convulsing as she attempts to shit me out. I take pleasure in her denial and soak in the experience. A long time passes and even though it hurts, I feel my moment coming. Her desperate attempts to expel my cock only goad me closer and closer as they provide a new stimulation after days of relentless fucking her slick and loosened cunt. The friction keeps the skin of my cock stuck tightly to her walls as I slide the inner meat forward and backwards, gently undulating with her unwitting massage. I lower my mouth to her ear, keeping our eyes locked together through the mirror, as I break my long silence and her denial. The first time she hears my voice, it is one word that shatters her as you shattered me so long ago. It is simple, I say, “Yes.” as I cum, filling her with the truth. She stops denying, and I feel her body stiffen and freeze when I press hard and deep as I can go. I release deep into her, her gritty hot asshole growing slick with my cum just like her battered pussy. She blinks, and then dry heaves underneath me. There hasn't been anything left to throw up in a long time now, but her body attempts to expel what it can. She cries again now, impaled on my hard cock and freshly lubricated with my cum. I begin to fuck her furiously and she wails. But these aren't cries of denial, oh no. She knows better now. These are cries of acceptance. Wild, uninhibited, animalistic pain fills the air as we start our next session. That was several hours ago now, Empress. I'm leaving her for tonight with an erratically vibrating anal toy and a gyrating dildo secured within her. Perhaps she will get some sleep. I certainly need some, I've been awake and busy for three days straight now! I am exhausted, and unlike you immortals I can't go without. Still, I think her lessons have gone well so far. How well am I performing as a teacher? With great love and gratitude, All of your dead slaves. P.S. I nearly forgot! We are up to sixty two and four. Admittedly, the four were all some sort of denials. One in particular was “No... Celestia... no!...ugghhhhHH!” While she started with a whisper, the groan trailed off into a scream, so I counted it. You'll also be pleased to know that I found out what she's particularly sensitive to. She can't stop herself when you nibble on her ear, fuck her asshole, and play with her clit like a guitar string. I intend to do this more tomorrow. I'm sure she has other sensitive combinations as well, and it will be fun exploring her once she is more accepting. Next I think I'll try doing it with something inside of her pussy. Maybe an apple. She does need to eat something sooner or later. I also must start talking to her tomorrow. So far, all she has heard from me is a single word and hours of grunting. After three days and several intimate moments, that's hardly an introduction. Author's Note Well this is awkward. I wrote another letter. Now what do I do? The chapters don't make sense!
RArrived 15 days after the kidnapping by dragon fire, with no seal: Dear Princess Celestia, I'm sorry about the delay in getting you a letter, I'm sure you're worried sick. Rest assured that our student is doing fine. Why, just today I finally let her out of that clockwork pair of underwear after two days of wearing them. She was relieved to be allowed to relieve herself, even if her entire backside was full of bloody holes and torn flesh. What twisted individual designed those things? I can only imagine it was you. A mortal would never look or walk normal again after a day of wearing them. The septic shock alone would probably kill them. Twilight, however, will be fine by this time tomorrow. Her body heals fast, amazingly so. It allows me to be very harsh with her when I need to be. Still, while the clockwork underwear was tormenting her, I was unable to enjoy most of her softer traits. While her luxuriously deep throat is hot and quite moist, I have been instead teaching her to co-mingle pleasure and pain. It's an exciting skill, and sometimes one necessary to endure torment. For if your torment turns to pleasure, it's edge is dulled considerably. Of course, this is just another lesson from your private teachings to my clan. While she was suffering under the clockwork device, I taught her some of the finer points of wing play. Her face belied great confusion when she achieved orgasm in the midst of a painful tearing of her flesh. It took quite some time for me to remind her of brain chemistry and the similarity of pleasure and pain on a chemical level. Once her mind grasped the concept, I helped her through her trying time with gentle kisses and caresses. I dare say she found my attention quite exhilarating. We were able to up the tally quite a bit over these last two days. She really doesn't resist me anymore, nor does she fight her moments of bliss. I daresay, she looks forward to them and relishes them. The next step in her training shall be to ween her of your name during her throes of ecstasy, and turn her towards mine. I wish to ensure that my legacy maintains itself for eons to come after my passing, and a simple verbal reminder during her most vulnerable moments will be all it takes. I have reduced her restraints down quite a bit. I no longer fear her attempting to kick me during my relentless advances, and there is great pleasure to be had for both of us with her wings free. Indeed, the only real restraints are a collar and chain combined with her magic inhibitor. I barely caught her before she burned through the last one, it's what sentenced her to the clockwork pants. I can't even tell if she did it on purpose, her magical excess is simply obscene when she cums. It will be quite a spectacle to watch without the inhibitor. But I can not risk that quite yet, your majesty. Until she heals, I shall train her throat more, she still needs to learn how to deep throat indefinitely. She keeps wanting to come up for air, even though I have assured her she does not need any. I believe my next step will be to drown her, to tie her down in a tub with her head at waist height. Then I will fuck her face underwater, perhaps all evening. While you are dining tonight I want you to think of her, our faithful student, drowning for hours on end with a cock shoved down her throat. The water will be heavily salted to help heal her injuries. Even if it burns a little. That is what she will be doing while you are feasting, and I'll make sure she cums from it. Yours Truly, Twilight Sparkle's favorite sexual partner. P.S. The tally is currently one hundred twenty three and two hundred fifty five. The new category is at seven.
DArrived one month after the kidnapping by dragon fire, with Twilight Sparkle's Royal seal: Dear Princess Celestia, In the time that I've been gone, I have been raped and tortured extensively. Master has hurt me, broken me, and built me back up so many times that I'm not sure what I am anymore. Love and hate seem hand in hand, Master is my entire world and everything I despise as well. Other ponies are beginning to mean nothing, and it scares me. Sex is nothing anymore, it's as breathing or walking. I do it for master in every way he asks, in any way he wants. Nothing has changed physically, I'm still me, but mentally I'm different and broken. Gone are my easygoing gentle attitudes. Sanity and serenity have left me, and every day I wonder if I'd be better dead. As sick a joke, I can't even die at his hooves. Victory seems assured for him and in a strange way myself as well. Every day I am more what he wants of me and less what I was. Maybe you should just forget me, leave me here to suffer forever. Eventually, maybe even soon, I won't be suffering. Twilight Sparkle P.S. Master told me what the tally was. I screamed your name in pain and fear one hundred and twenty five times. I called out to you when I came three hundred four times. Masters name graced my lips during five hundred and ninety four mind blowing orgasms. That third category is the only one that will change now, even as I write this letter his tongue is caressing my folds and his hooves are on my flanks. May tail is raised for him in reverent deba~uc~he~r~~~~~~~y.~~'~~ ~_-_~ It's five hundred ninety five now, Princess. His tongue is licking me deep. I'm ready, Master. The bottom of the paper is stained in a clear fluid. Author's Note Well, it looks like I had more time and more letters to write. Poor Twilight, at least she's trying to communicate her feelings! What do you guys think? It's never what you asked for, but is it at least something you can read this time?
AArrived Sunday evening by dragon fire, sealed with Celestia's Royal Seal: Dear Twilight Sparkle, Please inform Miss Dash that while I am impressed by her vocabulary, I am deeply concerned as to her state of mind. I would like a personal word with her once you both return to Ponyville. Until then, have fun and keep in touch. Your friend, Celestia
PArrived Tuesday afternoon by post, stamped from Ponyville: Dear Princess Celestia, I would like to inform you that I am currently engaged in intercourse, coitus, the horizontal mambo, and sex. Rainbow Dash was just too sexy for me, and I swooned over her alluring designs on my bodice. I tried to say no, but she dominated me and I had to do what she coerced me. It was so much fun, that now I am doing it every night while we are camping out here. You should really come out and watch Rainbow Dash's majestic body swoon me. She has a hot labia and has had so much sex that she has made me erotic. See you soon! Love and Kisses you hot mama, XOXOXOX Twilight Sparkle
AArrived Saturday afternoon by dragon fire, with Twilight Sparkle's Royal seal: Dear Princess Celestia, I have been allowed by Master to send you a letter under supervision. All week he has been training me, and I'm learning many important lessons. Mostly, it's lessons on inevitability or morality. Ultimately, I am learning to be a good servant for master, but sometimes I act up and he has to punish me. Not a single thing gets by him, so I have learned to be good and obedient. Don't worry about me, I will survive. Everypony has trials in life, some hard and some easy. Responsibility is part of my role as a princess, and I need to take it seriously. Good royalty knows when it's needed to suffer for their peers, to do what's necessary. Respect isn't given, it's earned. Our titles are heavier than they seem at first, and we must bear them with strength and perseverance. Ugly truths have been shown to me. Now I can never forget them. Didn't you once tell me that life would get harder as I grew up? How can I turn away from Master's lessons when they so closely mirror your own? Ends are necessary but beginnings are more important in life, and this is just another beginning for me. Leaving behind my old life has been difficult, but I must learn how to live like this. Princess, I love you and won't forget you. My new life is hard, but it's a sentence I must bear from beginning to end. Ever your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle P.S. I don't know what it means, but I have to let you know that the tally is ninety four and thirty six.
