Author's Note

There’s one last minor order of business to take care of first… and then the funtimes begin! Chapter contains: F/solo, forced voyeurism, public self-pleasuring and hints of magical mind control.

Heavily edited, expanded and updated as a part of a story revamp on November 21, 2020

3: Indigo Zapped - v2

We were in trouble.

I knew that by everything from the sinking feeling in my stomach to the numerous violet-glowing rifts around me as Midnight remained perched on the ruins of the Wondercolts statue stand, studying her schoolmates with a look of lazy anticipation.

She was leering at us like ants inside a farm — hopelessly at her mercy and things had the potential to go from bad to worse, thanks to my own ex-boyfriend. “Whoa! Twilight’s gone crazy! I gotta stop her!” Flash Sentry shook off his shock and stepped forward.

“Flash, don’t!” Applejack all but tackled him. “That ain’t your Twilight! She ain’t ours, either.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” He looked confused.

Pinkie tried to be helpful. “She means that Twilight is obviously the Twilight from this world, since it couldn’t possibly be the Twilight from the pony world, since the Twilight from the pony world doesn’t go to Crystal Prep or wear glasses!” she repeated her earlier explanation to Celestia, and got the same response as Flash stared at her as blankly as her Principal had.

“In short, that’s this world’s Twilight, not the pony one! So she doesn’t know you!” Rarity clarified.

“They’re right, Flash. Don’t,” I added, blocking his path. “Please don’t try to be a hero. It won’t end well.”

“What?” He looked from me to Midnight again. “But that’s Twilie! She’d never hurt me! I know she’ll listen to me!” He broke away from us and ran forward towards her, leaping a small rift to reach her, causing all of us to cringe. “Twilight!” he called out to her, causing her to turn her head towards him. “It’s me! Flash Sentry! Don’t you know me?”

Midnight turned her gaze on him, visibly annoyed at having her thoughts interrupted. “Should I?”

“Of course you do! I was the first guy you met here! I invited you to the Fall Formal and we danced together! You like my guitar playing! Don’t you remember?” At that moment, I wished I had my unicorn magic so I could mute him and yank him backwards, then teleport him away before his well-meaning actions got him incinerated. As always, his heart was in the right place, but his brain definitely wasn’t, which was always what I found most endearing about him. And even in my pre-Twilight days, what made me feel the most guilty about using him.

I was trying to figure out what I could say or do that might save him, but then he had to deliver the coup de grâce to the whole awkward affair. “Come on, Twilie, don’t you remember? We’re a thing! It was love at first sight! We’ve gone out twice already! You like me, Twilie!” he told her, causing everyone on the CHS side of the field to facepalm with a series of loud smacks.

I was certain Flash was about to meet a worse fate than Cinch; certain that he was going to be turned into a tree or a toad. But instead of casting some spell that would silence him or worse, Midnight said nothing; the look on her face was that of someone being made to suffer fools.

She stared at him for several long moments with a supremely bored expression before replying. “I think you have me mistaken for someone else, Flash Sentry. And given I’m a scientist and sorceress, just why, pray tell, would I be interested in some gullible guitar-head like you?”

Her horn glowed as she followed up her words with a dismissive wave of her hand, activating a levitation spell. Before he—or I—could protest, Flash was suddenly swept off his feet and tossed bodily into the air. There was a loud clattering sound as he landed headfirst into a half-full dumpster outside the wall and the lid was slammed shut on top of him.

“Dude… harsh…” Rainbow Dash grimaced, and I couldn’t help but agree.

* * * * *

“Now that that little distraction is behind us…I believe I was about to decide your fates!” Midnight’s blue-glowing eyes glittered as she swept her gaze back over to her Crystal Prep classmates, who individually froze whenever her stare settled on them. “You know, before I leave this miserable and magic-less world behind, there’s some business to be settled first…”

She turned to her right and pinned Indigo Zap with a stare, causing the normally cocky Shadowbolt to back away a step as she saw the lascivious yet lethal look in Midnight’s eyes.

I didn’t know what she was planning any more than Indigo did, but we got an answer soon enough as Midnight suddenly floated back up, casting a spell with another wave of her hand that had no noticeable effect on me when it washed out over the grounds, taking the form of a quickly fading wave of magical energy.

“So, Indy… remember that time in gym class you locked me out of the showers?” She looked down on the suddenly cringing girl, who had previously struck me as the equal to Rainbow in cocky fearlessness and athletic prowess.

We didn’t know what she was talking about, but Indigo visibly gulped as male faces began to flush and crotches bulged around her, though I wasn’t sure if I was imagining it at that point. “I-I was, uh, just trying to get you away from Zesty…” she protested mildly.

“By trapping me in the outside hallway with nothing but a towel and a bunch of boys who leered at me and photographed me?” Midnight answered mildly with a sneer.

“I-I told them not to touch you!” she reminded Midnight.

“Gee, thanks! But that didn’t stop them from stealing my towel! And then they posted the pictures all over the school bulletin boards! I couldn’t show my face outside my lab for months without getting catcalled!” Midnight replied heatedly. “But since you think it was no big deal, let’s see how you like it!”

She then pointed a finger to fire another magical beam at her fellow Crystal Prep classmate, and when it faded, the athletic Shadowbolt was completely naked except for her trademark flight goggles, causing her to give an uncharacteristic shriek in horror as she realized her state.

“Twilight, please!” she pleaded as she backed away, trying to both cover herself with her arms and not fall into a nearby rift, her eyes widening even further when she saw her fellow Shadowbolt students turn their smartphone cameras on her despite the danger of the still-present portals around them—I realized then it was a male-targeted charm spell Midnight had cast if only the guys were affected, arousing and enamoring them of Indigo! “I-I’m sorry!”

Her plea and the camera flashes seemed to only encourage Twilight further. “It’s Midnight! And not sorry enough!” she proclaimed, magically pinning the other girl’s arms down, then levitating her several feet in the air and turning her like a lab specimen for all to see and photograph.

“So how does it feel, Indy?” She then placed her captive but mortified schoolmate into the middle of a group of Shadowbolt boys who immediately began snapping pictures of her up close, and from every angle, several remarking how they were going to post the pictures on the internet or as pin-ups in their lockers. “But tell you what—since you told them not to touch me, I’ll give you the same courtesy. Look, but don’t touch, boys!” Midnight admonished from her hover with an additional incantation, but then got an evil grin. “At least, not yet…”

“What’s happening? What are they doing?” Lyra Heartstrings called out in disbelief from behind us as Midnight’s compulsion spell was then extended to the CHS side of the field as well, causing the initially uncertain male Wonderbolt students to join in the picture-taking to my great disgust. Granted, they were charmed, but it didn’t require that powerful a spell as in the end, they were also teenage boys with an overabundance of testosterone.

“Oh! Um...” Fluttershy said tentatively, not sensing the spellcasting at work. “You really shouldn’t. I mean, that’s not very nice...” she tried to tell the entranced picture-takers, who ignored her, stepping right up to the very edge of the ragged rifts to zoom in on Indigo as close as they could.

Rarity was far less restrained. “Stop this at once! Have you no shame?” She tried to block a few shots, only for the male students to step around her.

In contrast, Applejack was far more direct. “Are y’all nuts? What in the hay is wrong with you?” she called out, slapping phones out of hands.

Rainbow was considerably less gentle, either in speech or in manner. “Geez, you’re all a bunch of pervs!” she said, bodily tossing a couple students back and at least one cellphone over the wall... only to hear a click and giggle beside her.

“Ooooo… now that’s one for the school yearbook!” Pinkie Pie announced with a grin as she held up her own phone, causing the rest of us to facepalm hard.

While my friends attempted to enforce some quickly fraying morals, my eyes were on Midnight, who didn’t seem to mind the cameras. In fact, she openly reveled in being the center of attention in a way Twilight never did. She visibly savored her revenge even as Indigo squeezed her eyes tightly shut so she wouldn’t have to see her humiliation; there were tears in them as her involuntary display continued, amusing her captor further.

“Aw, so what’s wrong, Indy? Weren’t you the one that always said that when ‘you got it, you flaunt it’?” Midnight quoted in a perfect imitation of Indigo’s voice, earning a whimper back. “Well, I’m just helping you take your own advice!”

Midnight’s horn lit up in a bright purple aura and this time, Indigo’s cheeks went warm and her eyes unfocused as she suddenly became excited; her human teats hardening and the lips between her legs moistening.

“Wha…?” was all she could manage as her face flushed hard and she began openly pleasuring herself, watching in some horror as her body did so initially against her will. As students from both schools watched stunned, one hand caressed her slightly immature cream-colored breast while the other dipped low to insert her fingers underneath the short striped blue hair around her nearly-mature womanhood, producing a series of wet slicking sounds.

She moaned and whimpered as she got into it, Twilight rotating her in the air one last time to face her schoolmates so they could see her fully, before lowering her back to the ground and releasing her. She then fell to her knees before them, her legs in a wide crouch and back arched in her increasingly desperate efforts to sate her overpowering magically-induced desires.

“Wow. The carpet really does match the drapes…” I heard at least one shaky Shadowbolt voice—Trenderhoof’s?—say as he now openly recorded video of her. As the display proceeded, the male students for both schools were unable to tear their eyes away. Bulges became even more prominent in their pants, a couple even involuntarily unzipped to free themselves of their constricting trousers.

“Look at her go…” Jet Set added, his pants tented painfully even as his girlfriend Upper Crust tried hard to pull him away with a combination of pleas and increasingly angry threats.

But he wouldn’t budge, and the reaction on our side of the field was scarcely better. “Holy…” was all an agape Rainbow could say, and she wasn’t the only one watching open-mouthed. We all were; even Applejack and Rarity had given up their efforts to stop other students from recording to stare in shock.

I wasn’t sure if it was Midnight’s influence, but we couldn’t turn our eyes away from the lurid display of the lithe Shadowbolt publicly pleasuring herself. Even Dean Cadance and Principals Celestia and Luna were watching agape with flushed cheeks from a second-floor school window, where they could at least see over the wall.

I watched in stunned silence along the rest; part of me trying increasingly unsuccessfully to dispassionately analyze what was happening like I was back in the lab trying to make sense of musical magic. I still had my magical awareness from being a unicorn, and it enabled me to sense that what Midnight was doing wasn’t actually mind control.

She had simply done instinctively what all Equestrian unicorns automatically did for their mates, something even I had done in my past life as a pony—emit a magical aura that increased their mate’s or desired mate’s arousal. The effect was normally much more subtle than that and required an already receptive partner to be effective, but when backed by what was the equivalent of an alicorn-level aura, its potency was exponentially increased to the point of irresistibility.

Its effects also weren’t limited to Indigo, I realized—Midnight’s aura was focused on her, to be sure, but it was also radiated outward from her, affecting those more distant if the warming cheeks and quickened breathing I was hearing from the females around me were any indication.

To say nothing of a sudden warmth and wetness between my legs accompanied by an equally abruptly tightness in my chest. Indigo wasn’t unattractive, after all. And if I was being honest, the scene was rather hot…

I blinked hard. Where had that thought come from?

I had no chance to consider the question before a supremely satisfied Midnight spoke again. “So, Indy… are we going to come?” she shouted in Indigo’s voice again, in a tone reminiscent of a coach or a cheerleader.

“I… I…” Indigo’s eyes were glazed as she struggled to resist her overwhelming desires and an increasingly desperate need for release, dimly recognizing the classmates watching her but unable to stop herself. She dug her hands into her body even harder; one set of fingers plunged as deeply as possible into her blue-furred human marehood while the other kneaded her breasts, which heaved with her increasingly ragged breaths.

Her honey ran freely down her thighs and her teats stood out so sharply they could have cut glass, even as she repeatedly pinched and tweaked them as hard as she could, drawing all the male students closer to her as they sensed her climax approach.

“Wrong answer!” Midnight replied, still using Indigo’s voice before shifting back to her own. “So then Indy… are… we… going… to… COME?” She repeated more slowly and with increasing glee as she intensified the magical effect, causing Indigo, in turn, to intensify her efforts to self-pleasure until finally…

“Yes… yes! YES!” the Shadowbolt student answered with a scream, arching her spine and thrusting her chest forward. She came explosively with a succession of increasingly powerful spurts of nectar erupting from the top of her overstimulated marehood; each landing progressively further away on the courtyard lawn. Her delighted and sorely aroused male classmates then announced excitedly that they’d caught it all on video as she collapsed in a heap on the grass, curling up in a fetal position while still slowly humping her hand; the boys around her cheering and exchanging high-fives at the display.

“That’s our Indy! Now there’s that old school spirit!” Midnight pumped her fist like a cheerleader, an unsubtle smirk betraying her dripping sarcasm. “Best pep rally ever!”

“Yay! Go Team!” I heard a shout from behind me, looking back to see Pinkie Pie was suddenly wielding a pair of pom-poms, leaping high into the air. “What?” she said at all our looks. “They’re having fun. And I love fun!”

I’ll never get used to Pinkie’s complete inability to read a scene like a normal person. Then again, maybe none of us are normal except Pinkie? What a terrifying thought...

Regardless, I knew then this was going to get a lot worse before it got better.