Twilight was bursting with joy as she trotted down the street, half erect cock bouncing against her belly. More than once she failed to notice ponies offering their customary greeting of gratitude. She was just in too good a mood. After the brief scare with Big Mac and the error in Dominance, she’d righted the wrong and succeeded in strengthening the blessed spell even further. Now, whenever another being under Dominance’s control started to have the same doubts as Big Mac, the spell would guide them through a similar line of reasoning and show how wonderful total submission to the alicorns truly was.

“Pardon me, your highness,” a voice called.

Twilight stopped to look at the tan earth mare. Her cutie mark was that of a heart and baby bottle. The princess frowned as she tried to place the name. It wasn’t that long ago when she was second only to Pinkie in her encyclopedic knowledge of ponies’ names. However, since her ascension, ponies’ names had been losing their relevance. Who they were just didn’t seem to matter as much as their love and loyalty to her and all other alicorns. More and more she saw them as just ponies.

“Thank you, your highness,” the mare said with a bow. “My name is Cream Heart.”

“Hello Cream Heart,” Twilight greeted graciously. “What can I do for you?”

“Forgive my forwardness, but I was hoping you could bless my son.”

“Oh?” Twilight was always up for a blessing, but she liked to pretend otherwise. It made her feel good whenever ponies started pleading or even begging for what she was willing to offer for free. After all, they were just ponies and she was an alicorn. It was only natural for them to beg. “Who is your son and why does he need an alicorn’s blessing?”

“His name is Button Mash.” Cream Heart offered up a photo, having anticipated that the princess would have better things to do than remember her son. “I fear he might be addicted to video games and that it’s having an adverse effect on his studies. Please, Princess.” She bowed even lower. “Anything you can do would be terribly appreciated. I’d do anything if it means helping my little boy.”

Twilight smirked at the groveling mare. She glanced around to find ponies looking on with awe and understanding. More and more this had become the norm for most ponies that approached her. Thanks to Dominance, they had rapidly picked up on social cues that told them this was the way to approach a being as great and wonderful as an alicorn. Truly it was blessing enough to be in her presence and breathe the same air, but they still had their petty wants. Even so, part of alicorn greatness was their sense of duty to their subjects.

“Very well.” Twilight flared her wings for her formal declaration. “Because of your manners and humility, I, Princess Twilight, will happily bless your son, Bottom Bash.”

“It’s Button Mash, your highness,” Cream Heart corrected softly.

“Of course it is,” Twilight replied uncaringly. “I was just heading to the school later this afternoon. I’ll see him then. But before I do, there is something I need to ask of you.”

“Anything, my Princess. Anything!”

“This is a question, not an order,” Twilight clarified. She’d learned the importance of being careful with her words. These ponies would merrily trot right into a hydra’s mouth if they thought it’d make their princess happy. “Do you ever fuck your son? If not, why?”

Cream Heart frowned in confusion at such an odd question. “Of course I fuck him, your highness. He’s my son.”

Twilight nodded. “Good. Then there’s no issue with there being a blood relation?”

“There was, but…” Cream Heart trailed off.

“But?”

“It’s my husband, you see,” Cream Heart carefully explained so as not to cause offense. “For the longest time he’s been reluctant to touch our son like that. However, I had a talk with him a little less than an hour ago and he seemed to realize how silly he’d been, promising to pound little Button’s tail hole when he got home.”

“I see.” Twilight nodded in contemplation. This was an unsettling development. On the one hand, it was good to know that Dominance was already correcting similar errors around town. However, there was the undeniable issue of these errors having gone on for so long without her notice. The situations are similar too, Twilight thought. The oldest stallion in the family feeling reluctant to engage in physical relations with a blood relative. This could mean there are factors at work reacting undesirably with Dominance. More so, the fact that all of this has been going on for so long without my notice would suggest that the element of tolerance and ignoring of taboos I added might be inadvertently helping ponies ignore what they shouldn’t.

Twilight quickly calmed herself down as she considered this. Ponyville was still in its experimental phase, which meant that errors like this should be expected. It might simply be that, instead of ignoring taboos entirely, they should abandon old ones and replace them with the new way of thinking. In any case, she’d have to write to princess Celestia on her findings and get the elder alicorn’s opinion on the matter before making any more modifications. For now, her stomach was rumbling.

“That will be all, my little pony.” Twilight had to suppress a giggle at using her mentor’s term. “You may go now.”

“Thank you, your highness.” Cream Heart continued to bow as she backed away. “We are all forever in debt to the alicorns.”

“Naturally,” Twilight said smugly as she resumed her trot back home.

***

Lunch and the continuation of court were relatively uneventful. She’d decided to sit on a stallion’s lap for the latter, having him spear her ass while petitions were given. After allowing him to cum inside when court ended, and after having him clean up his mess with his mouth, the young alicorn was ready for her visit to the school.

Twilight Sparkle loved foals. She’d loved them ever since she learned what being an alicorn truly meant. They were always so eager, naïve, and so very tight. The blank flanks made her feel especially naughty, at least until she remembered that being an alicorn made everything she did morally justified, but it was still fun to pretend that she was just another pony in some backwards land where they still suffered under such terrible inhibitions. It was the foals that had been easiest to convince since the experiment began. All they knew was that sex and obeying the alicorns felt good, and that was all they needed to know as the gospel of submission spread across town. But that was all in the past. The present was so much more fun.

Mrs. Cheerilee Apple introduced Twilight to the class, who all thanked her for being there. Her visit here, as it was for so many other places, was meant as a morale boost to motivate the little ponies into being the best subjects they could be. With formalities concluded, Twilight called this trip’s lucky little foal forward. Meekly the dark brown earth colt with the cute little hat walked up to his princess, moving past the looks of envy from his classmates.

“Y-yes, ma’am. Th-thank you,” he greeted, unable to take his eyes off the floor.

“Button,” Twilight cooed gently as she sat on her haunches. “I want you to look me in the eye.”

His head shot up suddenly, his nose barely missing the tip of Twilight’s erect rod. He barely seemed to notice as he looked up, waiting anxiously for further instructions like the nervous colt he was.

After motioning for Cheerilee to wait to begin the lesson, Twilight beamed down at the colt and brushed a hoof along his chin. “Button.”

“Y-yes ma’am?”

“I had a talk with your mother today.”

“Y-you did?” he asked nervously, likely fearful of being in trouble.

“Mh hm. She’s very worried about you falling behind in your studies.” Her hoof glided across the colt’s body and down his barrel as she got him used to her touch. “She asked if I could help by blessing you.”

“B-bless… Y-you mean,” he glanced back, “p-putting it in my butt?”

“Of course,” Twilight beamed maternally. “Why? Haven’t you had penises in your butt before?”

Button lowered his eyes in what looked like shame. Briefly Twilight considered that this might not be the best location to discuss what were likely personal matters. However, that thought didn’t last long. He was a pony and she was an alicorn. He’d face his demons wherever and whenever was convenient for her. A look of stern warning was all it took to inform him of such and the colt found his courage to obey.

“W-well, other colts, sure. But, um, n-no other stallions have done that with me yet.”

“You poor thing.” Twilight hugged the little colt to her chest, allowing her cock to press into his belly. All around she could hear foals muttering to themselves, wondering why or how such a thing could happen. She knew he could hear it too and gently stroked his mane to calm him. “How about we fix that right now. I’ll show you just how great it can be to have your little body speared on a stallion’s girth. Does that sound fun?”

He swallowed. “It, uh, does actually.” He smiled, filling Twilight’s heart with warmth. She might not have cared too much about his name or any feelings of shame or inadequacy, but it never failed to give her the shivers each time a pony offered itself to her.

“Alright, little guy.” Twilight let the colt go and leaned back onto her haunches, letting her erect dick stand on its own for the pony that would soon be its new resting place. She lit her horn, earning a soft yelp from the colt. “Don’t worry. That was just a lubrication spell to get you ready. I don’t want to take up too much class time with foreplay, you know.”

Button nodded meekly as Twilight motioned for him to turn around. The sensation of moisture in his little tail hole had already caused his tail to flag. He’d walked in on more than his fair share of ponies rutting in the past. They never shooed him away, and sometimes invited him to join in, but he rarely had the nerve to do so, especially when a stallion was involved. He’d never had any reservations with fillies, mares, or colts, but full grown stallions just scared him. However, he was always a little envious whenever he saw the looks of bliss on a pony’s face as they were penetrated by a thick piece of stallion meat.

Between his soft chocolate cheeks sat his puckered little button, just waiting to be filled. Beneath the star hung his tiny balls and juicy little prick. Twilight licked her lips at the succulent sight, ready to enjoy this colt as he deserved. Chuckling, Twilight’s horn lit once more and the colt was soon encased in her magic. His legs flailed helplessly for solid ground, which only excited her more at the power she held over him. No soothing words were offered as she maneuvered him towards her, until her thick cock was sandwiched nicely between his diminutive buns.

“P-Princess?” he asked, only to get a swift shush from the alicorn.

“You feel nice,” Twilight cooed as she slid her cock along his crack, her dick leaking dabs of pre onto his back. “Your little buns are so soft. I’m surprised more stallions haven’t used you for a cock sleeve, yet.”

Button moaned in want, only marginally aware of the full attention of his classmates upon him.

“How does it feel, my little toy? How does it feel to be helpless before an alicorn as she gets ready to spear your ass in front of the entire class?” She gestured around the room at all the gawking foals.

“I-it feels good,” he whined. “I… Please. I want it in me.”

That was what she was waiting for. “Then take it!” Her magic folded his hind legs up as she lowered his anus down along her cock. He squirmed, but the magic held him tight. His little lubricated anus was tight at first, but quickly opened up to allow her entry. Like so many, this little foal’s colt pussy stretched nicely around his alicorn’s cock as she sank deeper inside of him.

“Agh!” He cried in ecstasy as his ass burned from the friction.

“So tight,” Twilight grunted. She sank him deeper and deeper. He really hadn’t had much action back there as his anal walls resisted. However, knowledge of his service to the princess allowed him to loosen considerably. Finally his little sack was touching hers and her teats pressed against his lower back. She’d fully sheathed herself inside him in just a few seconds and gave a contented sigh. “Are you good?” She didn’t really care, but it seemed like the polite thing to say.

“Y-yes,” the colt grunted. “I-is that it?” His ass might have felt really good as the massive cock filled him, but he was fairly certain sex involved a bit more movement after penetration.

“For now,” Twilight cooed as she stroked at his mane. With a glow she applied an adhesive spell around his anal ring. Pulling him back with a hoof, she applied another adhesive to his back and her belly. It wasn’t terribly solid, but it served well enough to hold him in place. Twilight stood and shook her body lightly, testing the durability of the spell as the audience of foals looked on in amazement.

“Are you good?” Mrs. Cheerilee asked, her voice devoid of any shock over seeing one of her foals turned into a living sex toy for an alicorn. It wasn’t like such a sight was anything new for her class. In fact, it was rare that Twilight didn’t seize some random foal a few times a week and either plant them down on her cock or press their little bodies against her nethers like a pair of living underwear.

Twilight nodded in contentment and motioned for Cheerilee to begin the day’s lesson.

Today’s lesson was history, the true history of Equestria as taught from the books Twilight had loaned the teacher. It was important for the foals to learn at an early age all the alicorns had done for them, all they should be grateful for, and all that they owed their princesses. As Cheerilee lectured, Twilight had brought Button’s school supplies down to the floor while he sat in her lap. Just because he was serving as her cock sleeve didn’t excuse him from his work. Even so, Twilight couldn’t help but run a hoof tenderly along his side, savoring every little flinch as he tried to focus on his work.

Being as Twilight had committed the book being taught to memory long so ago, the mare let her mind wander. Mostly she thought of Dominance and her work with it. Not long ago she’d come up with a way to have the spell leach off ambient energy from the atmosphere rather than relying exclusively on alicorn magic. It had been quite the hurdle. In celebration, she’d ordered the entire town into an impromptu orgy with her at the center.

Twilight giggled as she thought about how her old, non-alicorn self might have reacted to such a performance. It was, admittedly, a bit of a struggle to imagine. Though it had only been a little over a year, it felt like a lifetime ago that she was nothing but a common pony and not a divine entity. She imagined her old, lesser self speaking to her while not under Dominance’s control.

‘Monster! Rapist! Murderer!’ These were just some of the accusations old Twilight might hurl at Princess Twilight. She laughed as she imagined her retort. ‘If I were a pony, you would most certainly have a point. However, being as I am now an alicorn, I am merely claiming what rightfully belongs to me.’

Now, if old Twilight were around today, she’d immediately see the logic in Princess Twilight’s words and that would be that. However, being a relic of the past, old Twilight would more likely say something along the lines of how no pony had the right to do such horrific things, not even Celestia. Old Twilight wouldn’t stop there.

Alicorns are monsters! You just replaced one evil with another.

Princess Twilight smiled contentedly, even as she felt a faint twinge deep down inside.

You’re brainwashing them, just as you were. They don’t love you! It’s all a lie. Just… just as your love for Celestia and Cadence was probably a lie.

Princess Twilight frowned, not liking the way she imagined old Twilight beginning to tear up at such an accusation. She was just a pony, a single, unimportant, misinformed pony, so surely her opinion didn’t count for anything. And yet, she was the simple, unimportant pony who would go on to be Princess Twilight. Didn’t that mean she… NO! No, of course she didn’t matter. She was in the past, essentially dead and gone, where she could be of no use to the alicorns.

What about grandpa? old Twilight countered. He used to bring us books all the time when we were young. He’d sit by the fire and read to us before he died. How can you say he doesn’t matter?

Princess Twilight blinked, not expecting that. She… old Twilight had loved grandpa dearly. It was like the way both old and Princess Twilight loved their friends, the bearers of the Elements. They had purpose and value under alicorn rule, so…

No! old Twilight screamed. Pinkie loved making ponies laugh. She made us laugh, too. Or have you forgotten? All those times we were feeling down, it was like she could sense it and was always there to give us exactly what we needed.

Princess Twilight blinked, recalling all the times the pink mare had brought cupcakes over. Most of the time they were just shut in the fridge while Pinkie sat there and provided an open ear for all of her… old Twilight’s woes. Similar memories of the others popped up, the way they all made old Twilight smile and feel so content just being around them. It… mattered?

Matters, old Twilight corrected with a tearful growl. Present tense. It was important then and it’s still important now, even if you’ve twisted them under your perverted desires.

Princess Twilight was growing angry. She imagined herself casting Dominance over this blasphemer. Surely now she’d see reason and apologize for her disrespectful words.

Because that’s all you can do, old Twilight accused with a sneer. We used to study friendship, remember? It always felt so wonderful the way we’d overcome obstacles, build bridges, and strengthen trust. We were all the better for it, too! Remember the way Fluttershy was a borderline agoraphobic? Compare that to how she was before we got these stupid wings.

Princess Twilight did, imagining how the yellow mare would smile as she trotted down the road. At first she walked with her head hung low, often sprinting between obstacles to hide behind. Then, after growing closer with old Twilight, she’d changed. Her trotting became more bold, more confident. Occasionally she’d strike up conversations with complete strangers, just to celebrate the fact that she could. It was a happy image that made the alicorn’s heart ache.

Now what you’ve turned her into.

Princess Twilight blinked in realization. New Fluttershy still smiled as she trotted down the street, occasionally exchanging kisses and offering oral with the locals. She, like most others, usually had a hot blush on her cheeks from their most recent fucking. She’d learn to spend much more time away from her cottage, leaving her Dominance controlled animals to mostly take care of themselves. Come to think of it, the only time she actually went to her old cottage anymore was to drop off pet food. She really didn’t give a damn about them anymore, preferring instead to occupy her time with the Apples.

In fact, they were ALL like that. Rarity still made outfits, but they were mostly of a sexual theme. She’d long stopped wishing to open a boutique in Canterlot and was content just being fucked here in Ponyville. Rainbow still worked the weather and flew fast, but she’d stopped competing. Mostly she just flew between sex partners. Oddly, AJ and Pinkie seemed the relatively least changed. Their actions had become overtly sexual in numerous ways, but they still worked the farm and spread smiles, respectively. Was that better or worse? It was just…

Twilight shook her head in anger. She imagined herself conjuring a storm and smiting her heretical old self. Bolt after bolt of white hot lightning struck the belligerent mare until she was nothing but black cinders. Yet even when the imaginary deed was done, Alicorn Princess Twilight still felt angered.

Returning to reality, Twilight’s eyes landed on a foal whom she recognized. It was Berry Pinch, daughter of Berry Punch, one of Twilight’s current test subjects. The alicorn sighed in relief at the change of topics. However, that left her feeling no less angry to stare at the foal. Though little Pinch had done nothing wrong, just the sight of her sitting there filled Twilight with the ache of failure. She’d come to especially detest failure ever since her ascension, striking out at even remote reminders of her inability to accomplish what was her right to do as ruler. Thinking on this particular failure, Twilight was reminded of the foal resting upon her cock. An idea formed and she grinned. She’d been afflicted with a bad mood, and there was only one way to change that.

Author's Note

And so we have this long overdue update, in which we get a little more insight into Twilight’s mental state. She remembers how things used to be, how she used to be, and that’s causing a bit of internal conflict. However, she’s fully dedicated to how things are now, enabling her to rationalize just about anything.