Chapter-specific warnings: Evil adoptive parents (but not in a sexual sense). Fucked up mind magic. So much cum.
Transformative sex.

"I remembered I'd run away, of course."

Twilight dried her eyes. She'd collapsed into Sunset's arms, despite her warning about her empathy. The shame and guilt had nearly bowled Sunset over, and it'd taken several minutes of reassurance before Twilight had been able to carry on her story.

"It wasn't like I wanted to hide, exactly, just...it was never the right time. Early on, it was hard enough being new to a group where you all knew another me. And then, well, if you've been friends with someone for months, how do you tell them you've been holding back? I never..."

"It's okay," Sunset stroked her hair. "I told you, it's okay."

Twilight clung to Sunset's shirt and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay. Thanks. Sorry." She gathered herself and sat up straighter.

"I still don't remember it all," she went on, "not really. Feelings and the shape of things, but not sharp details. Which for me is pretty weird."

"I was going to say," Sunset said.

"We used to do that," Sonata said.

"That's right, you weren't around when we faced the sirens at full power," Sunset nodded. "It does sound kind of like what their songs did."

Twilight rolled her eyes.

"I'll get to that! But it probably was. I didn't think about it too much after leaving. I knew I wanted to forget all about them, so I just accepted it when I did. But that's not the point!

"They lived in a big house out in the country. At first, I liked it a lot. They had a huge library, and the school was good. And they were so supportive of my studies!

"But they were weird, too. I remember they never seemed to approve of any of the other kids at school. And they scheduled me all the time, which wasn't that weird for parents out there, but never for play dates or anything else with other kids. For a while I thought they were just protective, or had high standards, but it never changed. I got close to a few people from school, but not for long. Not being able to do anything outside school just made it too hard. It hurt too much, so I just started reading all the time instead."

Sunset hugged her tight. The analytical part of her mind couldn't help but be curious about how this Twilight had such a different path to friendless bookishness than Princess Twilight had, even while her heart went out to the lonely kid that still clearly formed a core part of Twilight's identity.

"I got more and more suspicious of their motives. They weren't around often when I was at home, mostly just at meals. As I got older they stopped scheduling private lessons or study times, and at first I loved being able to be on my own in the library, but then I felt more and more isolated, and it started to worry me. I don't know why I didn't resent it, maybe it was whatever magic clouded everything. But instead I worried I was letting them down, or that they were hiding something from me. They'd never told me where not to go, or really not to do anything. When I'd been scheduled, there just hadn't been time. And then later it was somehow just...unthinkable.

"But then I started worrying more and more. I wanted to know what they were doing in their rooms on the third floor, what they were saying about me. So I trained myself to it. Every day for weeks I'd get closer and closer to the stairway before some terror of discovery came over me and I ran away back to my room to cry. I felt awful! I was thirteen and I was afraid of part of my own house.

"Then finally, right after the end of my seventh grade year, I finally broke it. I remember that part very clearly. As soon as I crossed the first stair, it was like the whole thing snapped. I felt incredibly silly, and incredibly clear. I somehow knew, just as clearly as before, that they didn't want me up there, but the fear was gone. I was a teenager breaking a minor rule, most natural thing in the world. So I tried to hide, but I didn't turn back.

"It wasn't hard, they clearly didn't expect me to be up there. But until I saw him yesterday, I didn't remember anything beyond the stairs either, until I was all the way out of the house and down into town, almost at the bus station." She went quiet.

Sunset stroked her back, letter her go at her own pace.

"I remember now, though," she said quietly. "The whole room was wrong. It didn't have any windows, but it had these rich red curtains over the blank walls. And there was a big fancy table, like for a banquet, and they were sitting at it, but there was no food on it, just a big pitcher, like for punch. But it wasn't punch. I don't know how, but I know, I'm just sure, it was blood. And what jogged is he didn't look a day older now, never looked a day older the whole time I was there. Neither did she. They're vampires Sunset, I'm sure of it.

"And that's not all. They were talking about me. They said I was almost ready. That within a few years it would be time. That only the final ritual was left. It was so detached. They were talking about me like a piece of meat. I couldn't wait to hear more, so I don't know if they were planning to sacrifice me...or, worse, if..."

She trailed off, seemingly unable to continue.

"Or if they wanted to turn you," Redheart said quietly.

Twilight nodded, and shuddered in Sunset's arms.

"All right," Sunset said. "This does sound like a job for, well, us. We'll need all the information you have, especially names, though I guess they might have changed them. Where did you see him?"

"Not far from my house," Twilight said, "but closer to town. I was going in on the bus, so I don't think he saw me. He was leaving the strip mall on Sixth and Maple, that's the one with the UPS store and that Mexican place Pinkie isn't allowed back in. It was probably about eight at night. I only even noticed because the lamps on the strip are so bright."

"It's not much to go on," Redheart said.

"He was going by Midnight Star," Twilight said, "and he looked, well, like a pretty classic vampire. Black hair slicked back, sharp features, tall, liked formal wear. No cloak but wore suits even around the house, and always wore a hat outside. Looked middle-aged, no wrinkles or anything but those distinguished gray streaks above his ears. Maybe that'll help you look?"

"You might not need to," Aya said. Sunset had forgotten she was around. Everyone stared at her.

"I don't think we have vampires on Azeroth," she went on, "but the humans have stories about them. They're some kind of undead, right?"

"Yeah," Sunset said, "at least, according to the stories. I didn't know they were real here either, though I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"I tracked an undead my first night here," Aya said, "though I could only tell by the smell. Can't mistake the smell of death. He was the first non-human I'd seen. Reminded me of home, and I hoped he could tell me something. But I got closer and he looked just like a human. Like she described, even. It weirded me out. He went into a house before I could figure out what to do, a big one down near where you found me."

"That's not too far from Sixth and Maple," Redheart said.

"Worth a shot, anyway," Sunset said. "If he's here after all this time, we probably don't want to give him any more time than we have to. I think we should go now."

Redheart nodded slowly. "We should get some stakes and garlic on the way, I guess. Vampires are supposed to be pretty fierce. But you're right. Don't worry, Twilight, we'll take care of it."

"I'm coming too," Twilight said.

Sunset was about to argue, then she felt the determination and anger through Twilight's hand, which she was still holding. They were far more intense than anything she'd ever heard the introverted girl express in words.

Redheart looked about to speak, but Sunset glanced at her.

"All right," she said.

"I'm coming too," Sonata said.

"What?" This time Sunset was prepared to argue.

"If there's mind control involved, you might need me. No one else knows it like I do."

"We've all faced it down," she said. "Besides, someone has to answer the phone and greet people."

"No one has ever come in or called, ever. Besides, Aya can do it."

Sunset looked at Aya. "Do you even know what a phone is?"

Aya shook her head.

"We have a machine," Sonata said. "And she can take tell people you aren't here and take messages in person as well as I can." She met Sunset's gaze, eyes wide. "Please, Sunset. All the stories say vampires are scary. You've gone without me too much."

Sunset sighed. She was finding it difficult to resist those eyes. She looked to Redheart for help.

"Are you okay with that, Aya?" Redheart said instead.

"I'll show you my secret snack stash! And how to use The Internet," Sonata said.

Aya shrugged. "You had me at secret snack stash."

Sunset wanted to argue. This seemed insane even for them. Aya somehow had fewer qualifications than either Sonata or a random human picked off the street, having under a week's experience with this world and apparently none with modern communications technology. Unfortunately before she voiced her objections, she made the mistake of looking back at Sonata, and caught her eyes, which looked near tears. So instead she shrugged, and decided that if Redheart wasn't going to make a fuss out of it, she wouldn't.

They showed Aya the basics of the web browser in the process of having her show them the house in question. She'd been right about the size. It was a little ways out into the less dense outskirts of the city, and in addition to a large building proper, it had significant grounds as well. Unlike the other houses in the area, though, instead of broad lawns, the house itself was hidden from the road by landscaped trees and vegetation. They all agreed it looked like a good hiding spot.

Sunset still felt absurd leaving Aya of all people alone in the office, but it couldn't be helped, not without paying a price she wasn't willing to pay. So the four of them arrived in Prospero at the large house.

Their suspicions were confirmed as soon as they pulled into the driveway. Redheart opened her door first, but instead of stepping out, she let out a whimper. Everyone else froze and looked at her. She stared at the open door, obviously frozen in terror. Sunset felt waves of it washing over her. Reaching for her gun, she followed Redheart's line of sight and saw...nothing. The afternoon sun wafted through the tree cover, laying subtle patterns on the grass, in need of a mow. She touched Redheart's arm, hoping to reassure her, and had to pull back at the searing fear that flooded her empathy.

"It's like what they had at the stairs," Twilight whispered. She pushed open her own door, and her face colored. Sunset felt the fear redouble, and Twilight looked like she might be sick. But slowly she moved a leg, then the other. She leaned forward. She more fell out than stepped, tumbling on to the grass in a heap, but then she rose, apparently none the worse for wear.

"It's just on the driveway," she said, "you can do it! Just don't let it get to you."

Sonata opened her own door. To Sunset's surprise, she felt nothing.

"I guess it's not made for me," Sonata said, and easily stepped down on to the grass.

"Maybe it knows we aren't really humans," Sunset said, hopefully, and opened her own door. It seemed not - a blast of fear rose in her, paralyzing, unreal. She felt the desire to run, but there was nowhere to go!

And then, she was almost floating, just above herself. She heard a voice, and it was her own, uttering a song in words she was growing to recognize. She could even choose to say them now, and did

A Elbereth Gilthoniel
silivren penna míriel
o menel aglar elenath!

In her mind's eye she saw the lady in the sky, and the Queen beyond time, beyond hope, and somehow beyond fear. And it lifted from her. The sun faded, then the sky grew dark, but like that night in her yard, unearthly stars shone above, brighter than the moon. From the driveway motes of shadow rose, twisting in the silver light, then shattered with a discordant note. Sunset ended her song, but the stars remained a moment. She looked to Sonata, wondering if she was dreaming, but her love's eyes were wide, her mouth turned up in a wistful smile.

The sun returned, but the fear didn't. Redheart shook her head, and stepped out of Prospero on to the driveway.

"What was that?" Twilight whispered.

"Gift of the elves," Sunset said, and shook her head. "I'll tell you later, it's a weird one. Let's hurry, in case someone noticed."

Initially, though, it seemed quite the opposite. No one responded to their knock. Redheart tried again, this time calling out, "FBI, please open up." There was still no response. She went for the door handle.

"Don't you need a warrant?" Twilight asked.

"I think an enchanted driveway is probable cause," Redheart said.

Twilight looked like she wanted to object on constitutional grounds, and Sunset thought she might have a case, but it seemed her desire to solve her own mysteries won out, and she just nodded.

The door was unlocked. It seemed like either they trusted the fear spell to protect them, or whatever had broken it also overcame the other security spells. Regardless, they walked right in...

...to what appeared to be a normal house, if obviously uninhabited. Everything was coated in a thick layer of dust, and all the furniture looked generic, like someone had just picked items from the furniture catalog for maximum blandness. They searched it, but it seemed abandoned. Finally in desperation, Sunset looked more closely at the single bookshelf. They were all recent bestsellers, but maybe something about the order would help?

"Hey," Sonata said, coming up next to her, "how come How To Get Rich With Just a Trust Fund isn't dusty?"

Sunset frowned, then pulled on the volume. She was greeted with a click, and the whole bookshelf slid away, revealing an unlit staircase.

"Nice catch." She squeezed Sonata's hand and was rewarded with a burst of flattered affection. Redheart and Twilight came up, the former pulling a flashlight from her long coat. She led them down into what, other than being hidden, initially looked like a normal basement. Sunset fumbled along the wall as Redheart swept the beam around, and found a switch. As light flooded the room, everyone stopped and gasped.

They'd been difficult to pick out with just the flashlight, as they were large, and looked similar in the dim light to the work bench in the middle of the room, but along the walls, now clearly visible in the light, were two large coffins. A heavy door stood on the wall between them.

"Of course," Twilight breathed, "they're asleep during the day." She moved to the lid, then hesitated. Redheart came up beside her. She'd placed a wreath of garlic around her neck, and wielded a stake.

"Want us to do it?"

Twilight nodded silently and stepped aside. Redheart gestured to Sunset, who understood. While her partner stood with stake poised, Sunset stood on the hinged side of the coffin and pulled the lid open. The hinges let forth a suitable horror movie squeal, and Redheart lunged forward, then stopped. Sunset peered over the lid and saw the coffin was empty.

"Huh," Redheart said.

"Maybe they have more than one safe house," Twilight said.

They checked the other coffin, just to be sure, but it was similarly empty.

"Damn," Sunset said, though privately she felt relief, as well. Then she looked to the door. "Might as well check that out too, right?"

Within, they found what looked like a lab. Two shelves of tomes covered the far wall, and a large wood table sat to the right. Twilight gasped and fixed her eyes on the contents of the table: a heavy-looking book bound in black leather, and a small vial full of a dark liquid.

"All right," Redheart said, "that's what I was hoping for. And they're not even in to stop us. I'm sure there's something good in all this. Let's drag it all back to the Department."

"Um," Twilight said, eyes still locked on the two objects, "I know these. They were there, in the room they were hiding from me. Can I check them out first?"

Redheart looked at Sunset, who shrugged.

"We won't get to it all for a while."

Redheart nodded slowly.

"All right," she said. "You've done work for us before, after all. But check it out at the Department, all right? You're deep in this now, and I want you as protected as we are. We'll give you a room for it, we've got plenty."

Twilight looked like she was going to object, but thought better of it, and nodded.

"I'll need some stuff."

"We'll get it on the way back."

It was nearly dark by the time they got the contents of the lab and all of Twilight's equipment back to the Department, and they agreed to leave the heavy research for the next day. Twilight couldn't wait, of course, and absented herself to her new lab, but the rest decided to start winding down and approach it fresh. They started filling Aya in on what seemed like a good two hundred years or so of technological progress. By some apparent law of the universe, this turned in to drinking beer and watching a movie. By a pretty clear law of what happens when four people who sometimes have sex with each other drink and watch a movie, that turned into heavy makeouts on the couch, which proceeded to the bedroom, which proceeded to everyone passed out on the bed, the three other women leaking Sunset's cum.

Sunset awoke some time after midnight, as was increasingly becoming her way. She thought she was covered in a heavy duvet, and wondered why they'd broken it out in late summer, only to find she was in fact sleeping under Aya. She managed to free herself without disturbing anyone, and pulled on a robe. She was planning to go to the roof to see the stars, when she saw the light coming from under Twilight's door. Surprised, she knocked.

"Who is it?" Twilight's voice sounded slightly strange.

"Sunset."

"Oh good!" That sounded better. "I was just thinking about you! Come in!"

She did. Twilight was sitting at her desk, surrounded by complicated lab glassware, all empty, save the vial from the lab. To Sunset's mild alarm, the liquid within now glowed like liquid sunshine.

"They were so stupid," Twilight laughed. "No wonder they couldn't keep me. I can't believe it took me so long!"

Mild alarm bells came back to Sunset's mind.

"What's that?"

"It's all there," Twilight said. "They weren't going to bite me. They didn't want another vampire. They wanted me to be a better vampire. That was what it was all for. The endless lessons were to make me smarter, better, sure. But the isolation - they wanted the isolation. They needed it. They wanted to make sure I'd be like them, contemptuous of humanity. Okay with using us as food." She chuckled, and turned to face Sunset. Her eyes were wide, dancing.

"But they didn't even understand! They were going to mix it with blood. I mean, of course they were, they're vampires. It's all they know. But they taught me to think, when they should have taught themselves! They could have figured it out! They thought I wasn't learning anything they didn't know, but I did. And then you gave me the rest. Life, connection, magic...they really are the worst kind of arrogant. They found one answer, and thought they had them all!"

"Twilight, you're, uh...I don't understand."

Twilight took the vial, held it up.

"They made a base," she said. "Like a delivery system. I don't think they can do it again, at least not easily. And I wouldn't want to. Some of the things in there..." she shuddered. "But it's too bad, because it's a really clever base. It was ready to take something and draw out its magic. Even here, where there's so little native. So they made a base, and they were going to put my blood in it. Refine it, basically, then give it back to me. Make me the perfect vampire, or so they thought. Actually, they were probably right." She stared at the glowing vial.

"Twilight," Sunset said slowly, "why does it look different? Did you tamper with the irreplaceable magical concoction? Did...did you put your blood in it?"

Twilight snorted. "Of course not! Weren't you listening? They were stupid. It's all blood with vampires. But look at you and Redheart. And Sonata, for that matter. It's not blood that did it for you. It's sex. She takes loads from the principals and suddenly she's a succubus or something. You pump magic back into Sonata. Just sticking your dick in some elf gives you words of power. Blood's great, we all need it, but it's about death. It delivers life, sure, but it runs out, and you need more. Always more! Thump, thump, thump, cells to heart to lungs to heart to cells, it never ends. And it doesn't for the stupid vampires either - they're dependent, they need new blood like we need oxygen.

"But sex, well, that's real magic. Anti-entropic, like you said, right? You get a sperm and an egg together and entropy's fucked." She giggled. "Just like you are. It doesn't need more and more. It grows, becomes its own thing. That's magic." She shook the vial.

"So no, I didn't put in my blood. I put in one of my eggs. This base was made for me. That's why they still had it, why they didn't have another poor kid they were raising for it. They needed to find me. It's made to give me power." She fixed her eyes on Sunset. Despite her near-manic pace of speech, her eyes were focused, as keen as always.

"A war's started. You need all the help you can get. And I've never wanted to be just Twilight the Human. I'm meant for more. The Princess showed me that. Now I'll have it."

"Wait!" Sunset lunged, but as everything seemed to slow down, she knew she'd be too late. Casually, seemingly unconcerned by Sunset's desperate move, Twilight raised the beaker to her lips and swallowed the contents.

Sunset's hand grabbed her wrist, far too late. Nothing else appeared to have happened. Twilight blinked twice, then closed her eyes and let out a sigh. When she opened them again, they glowed - literally. Her always striking eyes were now sheets of sunlight, each with a glowing purple ring where the iris should be.

"Wow," she said.

Sunset stepped back.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I knew I would," she said. "It's why I'm glad you're here. Well, one reason. I do love talking to you about magical theory! But also, I'm really thirsty."

Sunset gulped. "Uh, you want to suck my blood?"

Twilight rolled her eyes. It was disconcerting, such a human gesture with her inhuman glowing eyes

"I know you were listening better than that. I guess it's late."

Suddenly Twilight was right in front of her. She couldn't tell if she'd straight-up teleported or just moved way too fast, but either way, her face loomed right in front of Sunset's.

"Blood needs more and more blood, but an egg just needs one thing. I want to suck your dick."

She moved in for the kiss. Sunset thought about stopping her. She felt like she should be angry - Twilight had, after all, just consumed what could be important evidence. And she was clearly going a mile a minute.

But, well, she'd also apparently been right. If there was one thing you could count on Twilight for, it was to do the work, and she'd done hours figuring out what to do with the base. And it did seem to be, if not her birthright, then at least intended for her. Perhaps some small compensation for her stolen childhood. And it was done, in any case. If she was convinced this was an important last step, it probably was.

Besides, she was just as hot as she'd ever been, her hands were on Sunset's ass, and her lips looked so inviting.

Sunset sunk into the kiss. She tasted spice and fire, and it rushed through her veins. Her cock appeared immediately, surprisingly in human form. Twilight kept up the kiss, letting it press against her tight belly, and stroked Sunset's ass appreciatively. She slid the robe from Sunset's shoulders. Then she moved her lips down, leaving a trail of lingering warmth along Sunset's neck and collar as she moved her head down. It left Sunset reeling, nearly overcome with the sensation. Quickly Twilight moved down, across her breasts, kissing both nipples, and somehow the ghosts of her kisses lingered, so even as she twirled her hungry tongue on the head of Sunset's cock, she could still feel the echoes lingering from her lips to her hips, insistent like an insect bite, but with pleasure over pain. She gasped and reeled.

"Are you okay?" Twilight asked.

"Don't stop," Sunset gasped.

Twilight ran her tongue briefly on Sunset's pussy, dripping behind her balls, just enough to leave that lingering pleasure on it, then took both balls in her mouth, one by one. As she did, Sunset could swear they swelled.

"It's going to be too big to swallow," Sunset managed.

"I'm counting on it," Twilight said, then plunged her mouth back on to the dick proper, engulfing Sunset in otherworldly warmth.

Between the lingering fireworks across her body and even her pussy, and the sensation of Twilight working her cock like a pro, tongue first flicking across the head, then gently stroking the shaft, Sunset could barely hold on. She felt her seed rising, felt herself losing control.

"I'm cumming," she managed, only to feel Twilight take the whole shaft into her mouth. The smaller girl opened her eyes, now solid sheets of violet fire, and met Sunset's own gaze.

It was too much. Her cum surged into Twilight's throat, blast after blast, a load of size and intensity she hadn't felt since Arwen. And Twilight somehow swallowed every drop. Each rope made her eyes glow brighter, until it seemed even her skin was slightly luminous. Her hair flew up, buoyed by an unseen wind.

Finally Sunset's shaft vanished entirely, balls drained, and Twilight lifted her head...and her entire body rose, hovering a few inches off the ground, her hair and clothes billowing in what now felt like it should be a gale, though Sunset was totally untouched.

"Wow," Twilight said. "Okay, that's one of three."

She gestured with her hand, and the fading motes of pleasure on Sunset's body flared back into life. Sunset gasped, and once again her cock sprang into existence.

"You know," Twilight said, "you could be so much more creative with this. Now that you know you can change it, I mean."

"What?" The ethereal sextoys all over Sunset's skin weren't helping her focus on Twilight's rapidly shifting thoughts.

"I mean, it doesn't have to be a horse or a human, you can do more. Can I show you? It'll make this much more efficient. And fun!"

Sunset nodded, liking the sound of at least the latter. Twilight reached a hand down, and traced her delicious fiery fingers over Sunset's cock - and suddenly, there were two of them, stacked on top of each other, fed by four balls.

"What the -- " Sunset started.

"You could have done that yourself," Twilight said. "Might come in handy again." She giggled. "It's certainly about to. Lie down."

Sunset obeyed, and Twilight reached under her skirt, casually discarding her panties.

"You're going to take both at once?" Sunset couldn't keep the hope out of her voice.

"I need your cum everywhere. Might as well make it efficient." She considered. "And enjoyable."

She ran her hand between her legs. Even concealed by her skirt, Sunset was pretty sure she was coating her fingers in her juices. Her suspicions were confirmed when she ran them back, lubricating her ass with her pussy juice. Then, almost as an afterthought, she shed her skirt, leaving her lightly furred bush exposed.

Feet still inches off the ground, Twilight hovered over Sunset's prone body, then turned in the air, her tight, round rear now deliciously filling Sunset's view. She raised and spread her legs, descending over Sunset's dual cocks. The motes of pleasure all over Sunset flared again, leaving the prone girl gasping at the sensation of warm lips all over her at once. Then she moaned outright as two of Twilight's holes parted for her simultaneously, ass and pussy sinking on to her shafts.

The feeling was indescribable. Sunset felt as if she nearly passed out. But she didn't, instead feeling mired in pleasure as Twilight began pumping herself hard, fucking Sunset two ways.

Even as she threatened to be overcome, though, a spark of defiance rose in Sunset. She wasn't going to go quietly into massive body-flooding orgasm. Not without taking Twilight with her, in any case. In a supreme effort of will, she sat up, grabbing Twilight around her tiny waist and pulling her into Sunset's arms.

It was Twilight's turn to gasp as she found herself held, hilted, her pussy dripping over Sunset's swollen balls. Taking advantage of her momentary upper hand, Sunset pressed her lips to Twilight's neck, half-kissing half-biting. As Twilight arched her body into her, Sunset moved one hand to her friend's large, hard nipple, and the other to her clit, stroking both. Twilight squirmed deliciously, massaging both cocks, and Sunset moved her own hips in response, to Twilight's delight.

Then, Sunset stood. Floating as she already was above the ground, Twilight seemed nearly weightless, and Sunset had no trouble pushing her on to the desk, still playing with her nipples, to Twilight's squeals. At this angle, Sunset was ideally positioned to mate, and she intended to take advantage. She began pounding Twilight in earnest.

It didn't take long. Twilight's orgasm broke over her, and Sunset knew three ways - her friend's squealing moans, the flood of orgasmic pleasure through her empathic link, and the wind that suddenly swept through the room, scattering Twilight's notes.

But even as she noticed that, it was too late. Sunset's own orgasm took her, and both her cocks began surging seed into Twilight's hungry body.

The wind rose. The room filled with light, and the points of pleasure on Sunset's skin swelled from echoes of Twilight's lips to patches of heat to a full body warmth like sunbathing. More and more she pumped into her friend, and more and more Twilight's pussy and ass gripped her, seemingly dedicated to milking her dry. She buried herself as deep as she could, feeling the cum blasting out.

The light grew to painful intensity, violet and warm, and Sunset closed her eyes. The pleasure and heat grew too much, and she blacked out for a moment.

When she came to, her dicks had vanished. Twilight's glow had also vanished, replaced by the harsher room lighting. She looked down at her friend. Twilight had rolled on to her back, and her chest now rose and fell gently, apparently in a deep sleep. But Sunset barely noticed that, because what caught her attention was the pair of large, white, feathery wings spread out behind Twilight, and the ethereal glowing horn protruding from her forehead.

Author's Note

Well, been a while, fimfiction. I didn't mean it to be really, but a lot of shit went down in my own life.

Can't promise I'll have anything like my previous schedule, but I'm glad to get something else out there. Hopefully it'll motivate me to get back on some kind of writing schedule for this stuff.