Arrived 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!