“Get off me,” Twilight growled, her wings impotently pushing against the legs of the diamond dog who sat on her back. “You should be helping me instead of trying to hold me for Mistress Moon.”

“I am sorry, Lady Hammer,” Yowl-E replied, and Twilight could feel one of his forepaws wrapping itself into her mane. “You fought for us alongside our goddess, but she IS our goddess. I cannot refuse her desire.”

“Yowl-E is a good and brave dog,” Moon stated, taking a single step forward. “He knows the will of his mistress and obeys. As should you.”

Twilight tensed her muscles for a moment, and felt the old warrior on her tighten his grip in response, his heels digging slightly into the hollows in front of her hips, weakening them slightly as the nerve centres were pressed in on. It was the warning of one fighter to another.

“Please, do not make me hurt you,” Yowl-E almost begged, pain in his voice.

Twilight looked around and measured the odds. Luna and four of her five friends were now raw sexual caricatures of themselves, with Luna in the lead as “Mistress Moon”. As for Rarity, she was huddled in a corner, collar still around her throat, muttering to herself as she and Valiente argued about what to do.

Twilight was alone, held in the grip of a fighting dog whose entire life had been spent mastering combat, her magic was blocked and five ponies dear to her would be hurt no matter how gently she tried to fight back.

Which was still an option, Twilight realized. Yes, Yowl-E was astride her, but a quick flare of her wings combined with a buck would loosen his grip, or at the least distract him while she unleashed the full fury of her magic. And yes, there was a horn blocker on her, but there was no way a single ring would hold back an alicorn, least of all one who was the Element of Magic itself.

With her magic unfettered, things would be on an even keel again and the battle could be fought in earnest. Twilight’s mind assessed power levels, abilities and available tactics with the skill of a pony who had grown up beside the stallion who had become one of the youngest Royal Guard captains in history. Yes, she could take them, all of them.

But the cost…

“What about my friends?” Twilight demanded, bringing the approaching harem to a halt. “If I surrender myself to you, what happens to them… Mistress Moon?”

The pitch black mare of mesmerizing carnality took a moment to glide a lascivious caress along the bodies of the pairs of ponies on either side of her before responding with, “They shall be cherished and cared for as my prized possessions, just as you will be, my pet.”

“How do I know that some part of me won’t be screaming in agony?” Twilight pressed, sensing she was on to something. “You changed my friends from what they were, into something different. You might have twisted their minds into liking what you’ve done with them, but even when I was Tabula Rasa, I knew something was wrong.”

“Ah, I see the reason why you hesitate, my pet,” Mistress Moon soothed, the words like a gliding caress along Twilight’s ear. “I have not unmade your friends in any way, merely brought out the qualities that were always inside of them to the surface. Being in bondage to me has freed their passions and desires. Now, surrender to me, my pet. Accept my collar and your rightful place at my hooves.”

The harem began to move forward again, and Twilight lost a few hairs to Yowl-E’s grip as she shouted, “WAIT! What about Rarity?”

Everypony stopped again, and all eyes tracked Twilight’s pointing hoof to where the alabaster mare still sat, oblivious to all that was happening around her, having eyes and ears only for the raging debate between her two souls.

“Valiene and Rarity must decide what they are going to be before they can become one of my Elements,” Mistress Moon allowed. “For now, I am content to hold them in my collar and my power.”

“So if I didn’t know what I wanted, you couldn’t make me into one of your Elements?” pressed Twilight. “Or into your pet?”

“Everypony has their inclinations and desires,” Mistress Moon assured her, and Twilight could feel the other alicorn’s lusts trying to worm their way into her mind to spark desires unplanned for. “My essence would find the strongest of those and bring them forth. Do not think you can slip your leash so easily, my pet.”

“But what about ponies who have no desire for physical love?” Twilight demanded, in an attempt to obtain every scrap of knowledge she could before the inevitable. “You can’t create something that isn’t there!”

“Ponies such as those are far and few between,” Moon concluded, her voice growing stern and Twilight felt parts of her clench in response. “And you are not one of them. I know you have desires and lusts, along with a thirst for knowledge that I will satisfy in ways you cannot imagine as yet. It is time to choose, my pet. Either give yourself to me willingly, or be taken”

Mistress Moon and her harem began to move toward Twilight again, whose mind raced with all the speed and power that the personal student of Princess Celestia had been famous for. Plans and counter plans shifted and altered with the speed of thought, but even with the power of that prodigious mind it took almost until Mistress Moon came within reach of her for Twilight to cry out,

“STOP!”

“No more hesitating, my pet,” Moon replied, her voice lush with anticipation. “I have given much slack in your leash, perhaps too much. One way or the other, it is time to pull you in.”

“I won’t fight you, or my friends,” Twilight stated, her voice steady as her eyes held the gaze of her subjugator. “I yield me.”

“Excellent!” crowed Mistress Moon, and the mien of her Elements went from tense to joyful. “Yowl-E, off of my pet. From now on, I shall be the only one to ride her.”

“Thank you for not fighting,” whispered Yowl-E, sliding off of Twilight’s back and taking a quick moment to straighten her mane. “I’m sorry I had to choose my goddess over you.”

“Get out of here,” Twilight whispered back, with as much command as she could muster. “Go to Ponyville, now.”

“Yes, obey my pet,” Moon added, smiling triumphantly and tilting her head to one side. “What? Is it surprising that I can hear the smallest sound that comes from you, smell the least change in your scent, or remember how the grain of your fur shifts over your various lovely parts? I am your Owner, and I am in tune with thy body, mind and magic.”

“What are you going to do to me?” Twilight asked, watching as Applejack, Fluttershy, Pinkie and Rainbow encircled her.

“Make you mine, in all of the best ways,” Mistress Moon answered, with a smile as she held out a padded steel collar of enamelled dark gold and blue. “Place your lovely throat into this. Show your total surrender to me with this token of ownership.”

“SUBMIT!” demanded Submission, and the power of her Stare had Twilight stepping forward in automatic response.

“I thought this was my choice?” Twilight asked, even as she pressed her windpipe into the padding of the collar’s front.

“And you have made it,” answered Twilight’s Owner, fusing the steel of the collar around her neck into a single, unbroken band of metal. “You have chosen to give yourself to me, but it does not mean that my Elements do not get to welcome their new sister as well. Bind her.”

Twilight had been expecting something of the sort and so was ready when a pair of tethers reached out from the floor to attach themselves to her collar, holding her in place. A whistling sound had caught alicorn turning her head in its binding in order to see Applejack, now become Wanton, twirling the business end of what looked like a very, very long lariat.

“Hold still sugarcube,” Wanton admonished, her hooves weaving the singing rope into complex aerial patterns over Twilight’s body. “You ain’t getting away, no way no how, but if’n ya fret and struggle this won’t look good or feel as good.”

“Whatever you say, Applejack,” Twilight replied, seeing how the orange earth pony would react.

“Ah told ya, the name’s ‘Wanton’, '' responded the pony, chewing her lip in concentration. “Now hold still.”

Having little choice, Twilight did as she was asked and for a moment her vision was completely blocked out as what seemed miles of rope passed before her eyes. Seconds later her vision was clear, only to be replaced by the feeling of lines of pressure all over her body.

Looking down, she saw that Wanton had played a symphony of sisal over her body, weaving a tight, intricate harness over her body from neck to dock. Lines of rope flowed over her chest, around her barrel, settling into the hollows behind her shoulders and in front of her hips. Every junction of rope was marked with an intricate, flowing knot that was both decorative and complex enough to be near impossible to unravel, and as Twilight moved and shifted she could feel one of those knots sliding along between her lower lips.

There was a delicious friction there and it was all the young alicorn could do to stop herself from fighting the ropes around her in order to deliberately increase that delicate rubbing and grinding along her clit. A start and stop that was not missed by Mistress Moon.

“Go ahead, my Pet,” cooed the Alicorn of Lust, her own desire rising. “Let Wanton’s gift prepare you for what is to come. Or perhaps you would like another of your herd sister’s to give you a gift. Euphoria?”

“Yupperoni! I’m on it, Mistress!” Euphoria exuberantly declared, whipping out what looked like several pieces of gum out of her mane. “These will make you super duper happy to be with us!”

Twilight barely had time to groan as her tail was lifted, a line attached to her dock dragging Wanton’s knot along her slit. There was a feeling of pressure against her clit, followed by a heaviness and a stinging slap as Euphoria let the rope snap back into place against the entrance of her warming tunnel.

“What was that fo—oooooohhhhhh,” Twilight moaned, interrupted by the now vibrating piece of gum that Euphoria had glued to her clit. With the knot that Wanton had created pressed hard against the source of vibration, the entire length of sisal in her pussy had come to life, not too mention what it was doing to the alicorn’s sensitive button.

“Hehehe,” the pink pony giggled, hooves sliding under Twilight to caress her bound and divided teats. “And here’s some more party favours for you!”

Again the feeling of pressure, this time accompanied by a pinching sensation announced the attachment of weights to Twilight’s nipples. The pain quickly faded, to be replaced by a pulling and tugging sensation that made Twilight want to stay completely still. An urge that was at complete odds with the desire that the vibrating rope that was driving into her to shift and stir.

She’s trying to overwhelm me with sensation Twilight realized, hearing self moan in spite of herself. Break my ability to resist by filling me with conflicting physical feelings

A hard, sweet something filled Twilight's mouth, its width spreading her jaws wide and it’s length down her maw pinning her tongue in place, silencing her.

“Told you I had something to stuff in your mouth!” gleefully explained Euphoria, hauling back on the straps connecting the shaft in Twilight's mouth to the back of her head, where they were buckled and locked into place. Sugary sap almost immediately filled the bound pony’s mouth and Twilight realized she was expected to either drool or suck on the hard candy cock that no amount of head shaking would dislodge.

“Can I have a taste? I really want some of that,” Desire, the pony who had been Rainbow Dash, asked. “I mean, she’s practically gushing. I bet she tastes awesome!”

“It seems my pet is indeed responding to our gifts,” Mistress Moon observed, ruffling Desire’s mane. “Go ahead, Desire. Slake your thirst with the juices of Our beloved pet.”

The feeling of sticky dampness along her thighs told Twilight that Desire was right and that her body was responding to the combined assault on her erogenous points. It was becoming harder and harder to think clearly, to maintain her grip on herself and who she was. A grip that was nearly lost when Desire drew her tongue along one side of a lavender lip in a long, sinuous lick.

It’s just my body. This is normal. It’s just my body Twilight chanted to herself, trying to keep her growing arousal from running roughshod over her mind. This is a normal response to stimuli-yi-yi.

Not even a mind as disciplined and organized as that of the personal student of Princess Celestia could hold coherent thoughts as Desire’s tongue pressed past the lips of her labia to slide along the entrance to the warm soft tunnel beyond. And when that first erotic caress by a firm tongue was followed by another, and then a third, and then a fourth, Twilight felt her will begin to crumble.

“SUBMIT!” ordered the pony who had once been Fluttershy, her Stare blazing against Twilight's mind with the power that had cowed ancient dragons into obedience.

Twilight’s will started to crumble away under the assault. Nopony could have resisted the combined attentions she was being given on all of her most erotic places. Well, almost all. Twilight remembered what Mistress Moon had said about “filling” Twilight’s friends with her power in order to convert them.

If she fills me up like… uh, she did… umf, before. Oh my, she really will convert me into her pet. Twilight managed to think to herself, her thoughts riding the crests of pleasure washing through her. I won’t be that again. Not unless I want it, and I don’t.

Twilight took those thoughts and emotions, bound them up in a fortress of will and determination, and then hid that citadel of thought deep inside of her mind where it could ride out the tide that was even now swamping her mental processes with an ocean's worth of endorphins.

“Oh, look at her, Mistress!” Euphoria cried out, causing Desire to pause her voracious assault on the flow coming from Twilight’s nethers. “She’s making herself ready for you.”

Under the force of Submission’s Stare, Twilight had lowered her forequarters, presenting her rump to both Desire and Mistress Moon. Even as her front went down however, her eyes remained locked to those of Submission. Blue eyes holding violet in place with shackles of pure mental force.

“Suck,” commanded Submission, and Twilight had no choice but to respond, the bend in her neck showing a rhythmic bulge as Twilight obediently began to suckle and pull her candy cock gag deep into her throat.

“It seems my little pony has begun to enjoy herself,” cooed Mistress Moon, her voice plucking the ropes along Twilight’s body like guitar strings. “Have another taste of Our pet, Desire, and tell me what you think.”

The athletic pony needed no further urging and dove her muzzle back into Twilight’s soft folds, tongue gliding along the delicate insides of the alicorn’s pussy and even daring to flick into the opening depths of her now sopping wet tunnel.

“Dish ish like the mosh aweshome flavor ever!” declared Desire, her voice muffled by Twilight’s body. “Mmmrph!”

Twilight had given up trying to resist, and as her mind became adrift in the tides of ecstasy her body muzzled the pony delving into sacred treasure by the simple expedient of pushing back against Desire and surrounding the azure pony’s muzzle with her own erotic flesh.

“Easy, my Desire,” ordered Mistress Moon, dragging the pony back by her collar. Desire’s muzzle was utterly soaked with Twilight’s juices. “It seems our pet is all warmed up and ready to be ridden.”

Moon was right. The clamps on Twilight’s teats, the buzzing vibrator stuck to her clit, the candy cock that urged her to suck, even the harness that was wrapped around her, had combined to drive all but the smallest bits of sane thought completely from the mind of the mystic mare. The lust driven alicorn strained backwards against her tethers, trying to again capture Desire’s muzzle between her silken walls, only to feel a solid weight settle over her back.

“Time to fill you with my power,” proclaimed Mistress Moon. “My naughty little pet has stayed from my side, but no more. Time for me to reclaim you in the ancient way.”

Twilight whinnied in a combination of lust and fear as the harness around her tightened to its utmost as the lines through her pussy were pushed aside by something large, warm and throbbing with power. The captive alicorn knew what was coming, knew who was about to claim her and a very large part of her welcomed it.

“Oh, I have dreamed of this,” sighed Moon, easing her girth into Twilight with a surprising degree of gentleness. “From the first moment I saw you in the Everfree, years ago, I desired you. Wondered what it would be like to take you as mine own, and now, thanks to the awakening I have experienced, that day is here.”

Twilight felt herself being filled and stretched by the huge shaft making its way through her love tunnel, the sensations setting off a firestorm of pleasure in her mind that blotted out all thought. All thought except for a tiny little voice in the back of her mind that assured her that all was well. A voice that soon drowned out by the moaning and sucking noises that were the only sounds Twilight was able to make.

“You sound as marvellous as you feel, my pet,” Moon praised, taking a moment to stroke the side of her newest conquest. “Time to claim you at long last.”

Mistress Moon flared her dark magic, accented with shaded purples and greens, and sent it out into her captured prey. Tendrils of orgasmic power threaded their way through Twilight’s body, up along her nerves and into her mind, where they wove a net of lust around the core of what was Twilight Sparkle.

At the same time Mistress Moon began to ride her pet with long even strokes. The youngest princess of Equestria was no virgin. Her obsessive need for knowledge had included time with some of Canterlot’s most discreet escorts, of both sexes, as well as a few carefully managed romances. As such the Princess of Friendship was no stranger to sex, but what she was a stranger to, was how Mistress Moon was fucking her into the ground like a relentless machine pounding into her plot with slowly increasing strength and speed.

“Oh yes,” moaned Mistress Moon, thrusting harder and harder into Twilight. “With you at my hooves of Equestria will bow to me. At long last all ponies shall love the night.”

Had the Alicorn of Lust not prepared Twilight by having the Elements of Ecstasy work on her in advance, Twilight would have been crying in pain instead of moaning in pleasure. Had Mistress Moon not taken the time to ready her pet for what was to come, Twilight would never have felt the rising tide of pleasure building toward orgasm.

But that was exactly what was happening. The driving beat of Moon’s cock in her was perfectly matched by the pounding beat of her heart, both driving Twilight toward the moment when she would break, would surrender, would submit now and forever. It both thrilled and terrified what few thinking processes she had left, and through it all whispered a small voice saying, it’s okay, let it happen.

Twilight rode the searing wave of joy higher and higher, mind drowning in the depths of pleasure, thoughts swamped in an orgasmic sea. The tide of joy in her eclipsed all of her senses save the unabated jackhammer of Mistress Moon, until at long last Twilight reached the crest of ecstasy and just as she was about to come crashing down in orgasm…

Mistress Moon came.

Searing power blazed into Twilight, directly into her womb and from there spreading to every part of her. The blazing flood in her deepest part triggered an orgasm which seemed to transcend both space and time, taking her consciousness and dropping it into the fiery heart of a star. Every part of Twilight was caught up now in the bonds of pleasure Moon had wrapped around her mind, body and soul and so Twilight did the only thing she could do.

She melted.

As the Alicorn of Lust had intended, Twilight became flowing clay to be shaped and sculpted by her dark mind and magic. Time passed as the Element of Magic was remade into an Element of Ecstasy, until the reshaped mind and body was then thrust back into the flames of yet another fiery orgasm on the heels of the first in order to set what had been remade into stone.

Funny thing about clay though. When it is raw and unfired it is plastic and malleable in the extreme, which is one of the qualities that makes it so easy to work with. Clay loses that virtue however, when it is fired in a kiln and trades that ability to be molded into a rigid, if brittle, strength. If any voids remain in the clay when it is fired, particularly any with liquid in them, the void will radically expand, often shattering the nascent ceramic into shards.

Which is exactly what Twilight had set up in advance.

While she knew she could win a fight against her friends and Mistress Moon, the cost would be paid in blood and bodies, and that was a cost the Princess of Friendship refused to pay. Instead she had allowed herself to be taken and let Mistress Moon have her way with her, setting up a citadel of free will inside of herself that stayed quiet and hidden until this very moment, when it burst forth, shattering the mold that had been intended for her.

Twilight had known she would never be able to prevent herself from being changed by the power being pumped into her, but what she could do was direct that change into a direction and form of her choosing. She subverted the subversion of herself and made it what she wanted, locking it into place with a burst of power that bucked her owner off of her and shattered the candy cock in her throat.

“Quite the explosive orgasm, my pet,” declared Mistress Moon, getting up from where she had landed along with her other followers.

“As you say, my owner,” the purple alicorn replied, as the cloud of magic around her coalesced and settled into place around her. “I am ready now.”

“This is not what I intended for you,” Moon commented, face wearing an expression of confusion as she saw what had become of her latest conquest. “What is going on here.”

“What do you mean, Mistress?” the purple pony asked, turning around in a slow circle. “Do you not like it?”

Whatever Moon had intended for Twilight was now gone. In that pony’s place now curvetted the figure of a mare whose body was closely bound in a harness of diamond linked chains that accented the lush figure of the young adult pony. The harness flowed down and along her body where it was anchored to the piece of tack that had surprised the Alicorn of Lust.

A chastity belt of gleaming silver was bound in place on the Moon’s pet. Its broad belt of segmented silver links in front her hips was accented by a thorned moon design that flowed across the plate that went back up over her croup, onto the top of her buttocks, and continued with a hole in the middle for her tail, which also functioned as a tail cuff, holding her tail midway between flagging and laying loose. Offering but at the same time denying a view of soft alicorn derriere.

Another plate extended from the belt underneath her, curving up over her marehood, wide enough to press against her legs on either side, adding slight tension to her skin as it pressed up against the alicorn’s body. All the edges were rounded, with a slight ridge, such that they did not dig in or chafe.

The belt fit with a perfect tightness, not having even the slightest gap, and gave all the signs of having been designed by somepony who had planned out how such a belt should be a thousand times in her mind. The only gap in the sexual shield was a small hole in the front, meant to allow fluid to drain out from the confines of the belt.

The combined effect was to render the pony that had been Twilight Sparkle into the very epitome of a bound and forcibly chaste mare. There not being a single lock or latch anywhere her tack.

“You are not what We had intended you to be,” Moon stated, drawing power to herself. “We command you to tell Us whose you are, and what is thy name.”

“I am yours, Mistress Moon,” replied the harnessed alicorn. “I am one of your Elements of Ecstasy, and my name is ‘Consent’.”

Author's Note

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