Arrived 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.