Author's Note

Welcome to the first new Nightmare Night chapter in nearly a year! It was admittedly to get back in the flow of this, but you judge for yourself how well I did. Chapter contents include: Flutterbat-on-Discord, docking, dual stallionhoods, male impregnation, and a slightly drunk-on-her-new-power Nightmarity making her case for being the kinkiness member of the Mane 6!

Thanks go to AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire, and Silverblade5 for the prereads. A second chapter is underway and should follow within a week. In the meantime, nothing else to say but hope you enjoy, and Happy Halloween, folks! 🎃

35: Requited Love

Nightmarity could only laugh openly as she read Discord’s fevered thoughts with one of The Nightmare’s scrying spells. His normally talkative maw was silenced by the paralysis effect of the Harmony pendant that remained around his neck, but it did not prevent his arousal from being unbearable; his dual organs throbbed while his thoughts all but screamed his plea for sexual release.

“Begging? From you? My, how the tables have turned, my dear Chaos God!” Rarity laughed out loud. “I do believe The Nightmare would be both disgusted and delighted with you while she took full advantage of this opportunity!” The former Rarity couldn’t resist giving him an evil gleam, feeding him images of what The Nightmare had planned for him—stripped of his will and turned into an altered dark-scaled slave whose body and power was forever at her beck and call, on a leash like Blueblood as well as dependent on servicing her body for sustenance.

She knew from both her experience with him as well as The Nightmare’s memories that it would have been a fate worse than death to the fiercely independent draconequus, who had learned by then he enjoyed the role of a free agent far more than having to serve or even rule. Despite his unbearable arousal, Discord broke out into a cold sweat anew; she could easily read his fear that enough of The Nightmare remained in Rarity that she was planning to do the same.

In response, she gave him a disarming grin that would never have graced her face under The Nightmare’s thrall. “But fear not. Fortunately for you, I am not The Nightmare. I am in fact a far more generous dark goddess than she, for I serve the interests of my friends instead of just myself!

“Fluttershy wishes you to remain unaltered and your first time together to be special, and so it shall be!” she announced grandly to her gathering audience, which included a bevy of Timberwolves and even a few recently returned sirens seeing what had become of their former mistress, humming love melodies softly to themselves.

She gave them a nod of acknowledgement and a mental apology for her previous actions under The Nightmare’s thrall, asking them to help serenade the scene. She further bade Timbermac and Timberjack to create foods and wines worthy of a Steedgyptian Pharoat for all of them to partake; they responded eagerly by growing a series of palms, dates and grapes around them; the plants sprouting out of whatever wood was available as the siblings set about to their work with a will.

Immensely satisfied at the pair’s obedience and inventiveness, she vowed to let them join in the fun later—once the unrealized love of Discord and Fluttershy was finally requited, that was! “Let it be known, my dear Discord, that I have seen enough of your thoughts and chaos kinks to guess what would turn you on. That I have enough power to make it happen. And more than enough imagination to surprise even you with it!” she promised with a silken whisper in his ear, and then turned to Fluttershy with an eager gleam, licking her lips at the idea she had come up with.

“So tell me, my dear former Fluttershy… how would you like to be a father? And how would you like your ‘sweet and wonderful Chaos God’ to be the mother of your bats?” she asked her surprised friend with a wink and a grin as Discord’s eyes darted to her in shock. “That’s right, my dear Discord. For not even your exotic race flips birthing roles. But such is within my new power as well. And tell me, what could be more chaotically kinky than that?” she asked him lasciviously, and was rewarded by an even fiercer blush of his cheeks and fresh spurts of clear liquids out of both his organs.

Fluttershy stopped kissing his chest long enough to look at Nightmarity in red-eyed surprise, squeaking a new question in a slightly anxious and fretful tone. “Let me worry about that, darling,” she said soothingly with a single tendril of aura to the chin of her bat-converted friend, sparing a second of focus to tease the length of her shaft while also feeding it a new spell; one she drew from the Nightmare’s considerable arsenal to start a second conversion process within her longtime friend. “I have made you a promise, and I will keep it.”

She knew from The Nightmare’s memories that Nightmare Moon had used this spell as a very enjoyable and ironic means of conquering her enemies, but the former Rarity had far more immediate and less malicious uses for it. “All you have to do is enjoy yourself and take him in the manner I direct. I have already made a change within you to enable this. And as for him, first, I must cast a malleability spell...”

She next directed her considerable magic into an incantation she’d already learned, when she’d needed to fit herself or other ponies—usually fashion models—into girdles or other form-fitting clothes, wishing to make the experience less uncomfortable. As Rarity, she’d learned it strictly to help her clients, though she might have also used it once or twice to allow her tail to be taken without pain or potential damage by well-endowed stallion suitors, lacking earth pony healing abilities or Roseluck’s experience with the act as she did.

But she had certainly never contemplated the uses she now had for it; the Nightmare’s memories combining with her own proclivities to open a new world of erotic possibilities for her and her friends.

Possibilities she now planned to avail herself of, every chance she got! “There we go, darling,” she announced to an eager and very erect Flutterbat as her horn glow ceased along with the glow around Discord himself. “He’s ready to receive you,” she further announced as she laid him flat on the dias with his legs spread wide, exposing his mismatched drake and stallion shafts along with the additional opening beneath his genital slit. As a final touch, she put a firegem spotlight on his prone form and asked for a single rose from Timbermac, who quickly obliged her, presenting it to her grandly by bowing low and holding it in an outstretched paw.

She accepted it with a gracious nod—“such chivalry does you great credit, my dear Macintosh! Sugar Belle is truly a lucky mare!”-—and then placed it in his mouth, held in his slackened jaw.

Fluttershy screeed her delight at the carefully arranged scene, clapping her approval with her wings yet again. She landed between his legs, ready to position herself to take the opening beneath his groin, but Nightmarity restrained her. “Not there, darling,” she said with a growing gleam as Discord likewise directed a slightly frantic thought at her of not understanding, ready for any release even if it was not the way he would have chosen.

This time, Rarity answered him by addressing Flutterbat. “For you see, even though our dear defrocked Chaos God simply loves the idea of being impregnated, taking him in such a conventional way would be far too mundane for his rather unusual tastes. So leave his scaled tail to me while you take... these!”

She grasped both of Discord’s twin phalluses in her aura and squeezed their bases, causing the heads to flare and their openings to enlarge fractionally. Unable to resist taking advantage of her own spellcasting to stimulate him, she next inserted tapered tendrils of magic directly into them to begin prying them open further, eliciting a ragged intake of breath and even a weak upwards buck of his hips.

His excitement and trembling only grew as her aura began to worm its way deeper down his footlong phalluses, teasing ever more of his swollen flesh from the inside out as both a stunned but doubly-excited Discord and an equally surprised but gleeful Flutterbat watched.

A glee Nightmarity shortly shared. “I see you like that, my dear Discord!” she noted idly, pausing her probes long enough to change their smooth shape to a beaded one, with the smallest pearl poised to enter and progressively larger ones further back. “And wait one more minute, my dear Flutterbat. For I must make sure his apples are ready to fulfill the purpose I wish!”

The change of shape caused his eyes to bulge further as his twin shafts impossibly engorged even more greatly, pushing back against the clamp of her aura at their base; she loosened their grip to send a fresh surge of blood into his distended shafts that caused his tongue to loll out of his open mouth.

“Shall we test the limits of my malleability spell, then…?” she suggested slyly as she started sinking her tendrils deeper again to begin inserting the individual pearls one by one, impossibly prying him open further and causing his previously rigid flesh to bulge around them.

She’d soon wormed her way so deep into him Discord was in danger of coming right then and there, but she used her new power to restrain his climax—yet another of The Nightmare’s inherited spells; she’d clearly used sex as both a means to tantalize and torture!—to his immense frustration.

Working her way through the reproductive pathways of his body and stimulating him in places he’d never even known he could be—she took no little pride in the fact that she’d actually come up with something he himself had never considered even in all his centuries of life!—her tendrils finally neared their goals:

His hidden apples, hidden underneath his crotch scales below his genital slit.

“Almost there…” she announced to all listening, her eyes closed in concentration as she licked her lips; her own stallionhood and marehood exquisitely aroused and sensitive at what she was doing. She considered inviting the Timbersiblings forward to service her, but reluctantly decided against it as she needed her full focus on Discord. In truth, she could have done this from the outside, but where was the fun in that?

Finally, her tendrils touched his deeply buried seed producers and converted part of them to equivalent female matter; twin wombs that would accept the very potent seed of her friend. “And there we go…” she said in immense satisfaction, opening her blue eyes and looking up to see Discord’s slack, stunned and sorely excited features as he realized fully what she’d done to him and what she now intended.

It was yet again a trick The Nightmare herself had used not just for kinkiness, though she’d certainly been big into that as well. She had done so while controlling Luna to break the spirit and will of captured creatures; a way to make even males of other species bear her foals or that of her thestral soldiers, obeying Luna’s desire to propagate the Nightborne race throughout the world.

Perhaps it was The Nightmare’s lingering influence, but even as the former Rarity finished the process, the possibilities swam before her as she imagined herself both converting and impregnating every male she could, making them vessels for both her foals and sheer fabulosity. WithTthe Nightmare’s power, she could spread not just her fashion lines, but her own designer race throughout the world, letting them take any form she wished!

It was an undeniably heady thought, and yet, she also felt a moment of regret. Pity… in hindsight, I might have kept Blueblood around just for THAT! But then again, he really would make a horrible mother… she mused idly as she drove her spell to completion, making sure Discord felt every single tingle of the transformation she imparted on him.

His thoughts now fevered and headily fantasizing, he managed just enough focus to mentally congratulate her on surprising him, turning him on as he’d so rarely been in his long life. “You’re very welcome, darling…” she acknowledged his compliment, knowing how rare it was from him. She then reversed his reproductive pathways as she withdrew her magic to make sure Flutterbat’s seed would find its way in—would turn him into the mother of his bats the former Rarity had promised.

She then took pains to withdraw her pearls slowly, letting him keenly feel each traverse his shafts and their openings in turn. He grunted with the exit of each, and she made sure to also coat the insides of his passages with permanent sensitivity spells so he’d feel all of the coming intrusions exactly like a mare would. When her tendrils slipped free fully with a final tweak of his twin phalluses, which still oozed seed but whose interiors now glistened like an aroused marehood, ready to reverse their roles and act the part of feminine orifices.

“There. He’s all yours, darling. Now give him your fruit bat foals! And don’t worry—just as I promised, I will be there at the moment he climaxes to make sure that he does not otherwise change…”

Okay, I’m really starting to get nervous… the teenage Twilight Sparkle thought, using her unicorn aura to adjust the spectacles that sat on her pony muzzle while her hoof unconsciously patted the pendant that hung around her neck. But I can’t be. Not just Sunset, but two entire DIMENSIONS are counting on me!

She knew it, but the thought only made her more anxious. In truth, it had only been two minutes since Sunset had departed for her corrupted counterpart’s castle, passing directly through Juniper Neptune’s bat-pony powered magical barrier—well, what else could she call it?—to put Sunset’s plan into motion.

Despite the danger and the very real chance she’d be captured and ‘converted’, Sunset fairly oozed confidence, and Twilight couldn’t help but wonder if it was feigned or was due to being back in her element.

That she was once again in full control of the unicorn powers she had surrendered years earlier to come to Earth.

The plan was for Twilight to wait ten minutes before following with Delta Requiem; hopefully long enough to make sure all of the attention of Eclipse and her minions was on Sunset. This would—in theory—allow them to approach undetected, at which point Sunset would stall and distract Eclipse enough to allow them to slip in.

It then fell to Twilight to take advantage of the distraction to tag her corrupted counterpart with a magic-draining pendant, crippling her power. That would in turn allow them enough time to set up for the cleansing countercurse song to be sung by their friends at CHS as Sunset teleported the portal in it and powered it up, which would cue the assembled students to begin singing.

Twilight was still dubious it would work, and she wasn’t the only one—she could detect a simple smugness from Midnight’s buried persona that indicated her darker self was sure it wouldn’t. But whatever Midnight’s plans or motives, Twilight also didn’t think she was going to interfere.

And that worries me more than anything. She’s planning something; I just know it! Twilight silently admitted to herself, still not understanding why Delta Requiem had refused to help her purge Midnight’s presence. How can that… witch… be a part of me? she still couldn’t fathom.

Her brooding thoughts were not helped by the awkward silence that stretched out between herself, Delta and Juniper Neptune now that Sunset had departed; she could all but feel the severe tension between the two mares hanging in the air. But before she could think of something to say, the tall but pallid thestralcorn mare glanced at her and spoke.

“Have we met prior to this, Twilight Sparkle? As I look at you now, I keep thinking that I have seen you somewhere before,” she remarked casually.

Though startled by the sudden voice, Twilight inwardly swallowed. It’s not ME you met… she didn’t dare say, hoping against hope that Midnight’s attention was elsewhere at that moment. “Um… maybe I remind you of this world’s Twilight?”

Juniper glanced at her again, then nodded. “Perhaps that is it. I have met Princess Twilight twice, though only once since her ascension. I must say, you do look a great deal like her pre-alicorn self, except for the spectacles and different mane style,” she noted idly as Delta pointedly ignored her, singing softly to unknown effect. “From what I can tell, you seem just as knowledgeable as she is, if on some… slightly different subjects.”

“Well, um, I’m an expert in human science,” was all Twilight could think to say. “And I’m also one of the very few who has studied the exotic forms of magic that have leaked into our world from yours.”

“I see…” Juniper nodded. “Then we have something in common, young human. For I am not only an expert in the Arcane, but I am one of the very few from this realm who has also studied human science.”

“Oh?” Twilight already knew that, and could only thank the fates and fortune anew that the High Priestess had not regained her memories of visiting Earth during her initial transformation into Midnight.

“Yes,” she confirmed with a glance at a still-singing Delta, who Twilight was certain was listening even if she wasn’t participating in the conversation. “If you will promise not to tell Celestia and Luna this, I have in fact visited your world repeatedly in the past. Not for vacation, but to gain additional insights on the Twisting Nether. Or Multiverse as you call it, from human science.”

“You… have?” Twilight feigned surprise.

“Indeed. And given you seem interested in knowledge and not power as Sunset Shimmer was before leaving my realm for yours, I am willing to reciprocate. I would be happy to share some insights on the arcane aspects of the multiverse, in return for all the additional knowledge that humanity has granted me.

“To that end, I have thirty lifetimes of wisdom you may draw upon. Feel free to visit me in my temple when all this is over, and I will be happy to show you the insights my line has learned from our studies of the Nether.”

Well, I’m not interested in power, but that doesn’t mean someone else isn’t... Twilight swallowed, finding her discomfort growing along with Midnight’s presence within her. “Thank you,” she answered neutrally. “I admit I’m interested to know more. But I don’t belong here, any more than I’m sure you felt you did in my world.”

“You might be surprised,” Juniper replied easily. “I have found much to appreciate in your world from your foods to your arts to the… inhibitions I could help a few worthy humans overcome. And certainly, much to despise, though I will refrain from detailing that here. I would simply say that your race is both radically advanced yet horrifically backwards to me, unready for contact with our realm. But it would seem that contact is now being forced.”

“I, uh, may have played a role in that,” Twilight admitted somewhat nervously. “My efforts to study magic backfired badly once and probably ended up inviting even more magic in.”

“Worry not. Your motives seem innocent enough, at least. When I sensed your friend Sunset use the portal to cross over to Earth six years ago, I reported it to Princess Celestia, asking if she wished me to retrieve her former pupil—my temple-boosted power would be sufficient to do so next time there was a ley line convergence, which happen every few months or so.

“But to my surprise, the Princess said no, hoping that her wayward student would learn the lessons of friendship there she was unable to in Equestria. Though I admit I was very dubious of her decision, it would seem to have been the right one.”

“it definitely was,” Twilight granted. “Though I can’t claim credit for redeeming her.”

“Oh?” Juniper looked at her in renewed interest.

“It was my pony counterpart that did it, not me,” she said somewhat shortly. And then Sunset did the same for me… “So you say you are not immortal and yet, you have thirty lifetimes of memory? Forgive my curiosity, but how does that work?” she asked, trying to distract herself.

“A fair question for those unfamiliar with my line,” Juniper granted. “The short answer is, Juniper Neptune is a mantle far more than a mare. Before she ascends to the stars, the previous Juniper Neptune passes on her memories and powers to her chosen successor. Thus, each new Juniper Neptune gains the wisdom and accumulated experience of the entire line—in my case, all twenty-nine previous lifetimes,” she recalled with a slight grimace.

“It is, as you might guess, a rather… overwhelming experience, merging all the memories and personas of your predecessors with your own. And it cannot but alter your perceptions of the world, forcing you to examine all your previous beliefs in light of them,” she replied carefully. “I even inherited the love and pining of my predecessors for Princess Luna. At least I think I did. It’s quite easy for anypony to become smitten when it comes to the Mistress of the Starry Sky, so one can never be too sure.”

“Luna?” Twilight still had trouble thinking of her as anything other than her slightly reclusive vice-principal as opposed to an all-powerful moon-moving being. “But I thought you worshipped the stars. Why would you love Luna?”

“We worship the cosmos,” she corrected, “and the Princess is the avatar of one of the most important cosmological bodies. The origin of my… inclinations towards her began with the originator of our line. But as her motives and methods were rather suspect, that is something I do not care to discuss,” she said somewhat shortly.

“I see…” Twilight considered that carefully; from what little she knew of that originator from the mind-meld—well, what else could she call it?—that she and Juniper had shared that awful day at CHS, the originator she spoke of was as power-mad and sex-crazed as Midnight. After a glance to her left revealed that Delta had wandered off out of earshot, singing softly to herself while patrolling the shield’s periphery, she decided to ask another question.

“I’m sorry if this is too probing, but… is your new love for Luna why you no longer wish to be with Delta Requiem?”

Juniper glanced at her again, and then at the more distant Delta before she answered, confirming she couldn’t hear them. “Again, a fair question. But no. Despite what she may now believe, I truly loved Delta—Lady Requiem. And had I not been selected by the stars for ascension to High Priestess, I would have happily spent my life with her. But with the mantle of Juniper Neptune now mine, I cannot do so,” she said sadly.

“Why not?”

“My feelings for her remain, but now that I can see the full scope of my responsibilities, our union is simply no longer possible. I can no longer be what she needs, and that is ultimately fair to neither her, nor me.”

“So you had to give up your one true love for your new post?” Twilight paraphrased dubiously. “That sounds very heart-wrenching.”

Juniper nodded solemnly. “It sometimes is, knowing you alone are capable of fulfilling the responsibilities associated with my station — spending often weeks or months in isolation to channel the ancient magic of the Nether from across fathomless distances to sustain our need for arcane energy. But it is the price we pay.

“To be the High Priestess is to forego all your original dreams and desires. To serve the Highborne race and be the ruler of Batican City, rarely leaving the temple that is the source of our strength. To endlessly search the Nether for knowledge and power—for the means to enable our ascension and shape our collective destiny. Such things are said to exist in the combined cosmoses but are almost impossible to find. Or create.”

I know of one way to create them... Twilight felt herself starting to squirm, now certain Midnight was listening in on the conversation and all but laughing wherever she hid. “It seems like a very lonely and difficult life.”

“Even with all the rutting I am compelled to do—to be both well-endowed and endlessly aroused is another attribute I inherited from the originator of my line—it unquestionably is. But I embrace it gladly,” she claimed, though she was not quite able to hide a note of melancholy. “To be the High Priestess is an awesome responsibility, no less than the Celestial sisters have. In truth, I cherish their visits, for it is one of the few times I am able to commune with beings who are peers.”

Before Twilight could think of another question, Lady Requiem approached. “I apologize for interrupting, but If you’re through filling her head with nonsense, High Priestess, it’s time to put this plan of Sunset Shimmer's into motion. All you have to do is maintain your shield while we do the heavy lifting—surely you can manage that? So come with me, Twilight Sparkle,” Delta invited with a parting shot at Juniper, who did not react except for a twitch of an eye.

“Go… now?” Twilight blinked, her anxiety level spiking. “But it’s only been five minutes! Sunset said to wait for ten!”

“But nothing. I’m altering the plan because I don’t think she can even last two minutes in there, let alone ten,” Delta replied shortly. “Overestimating her abilities was always her greatest fault, and even if she is redeemed, I don’t think that’s left her.”

“And failure to put faith in others is your greatest fault, Bard of the Royal Court,” Juniper mildly scolded. “Such distrust is unbecoming of your station or the Magic of Friendship Princess Celestia champions.”

“A distrust I learned from you, High Priestess,” Delta replied acidly, to which Juniper Neptune’s lips tightened. “Once Sunset’s converted, she’ll tell them everything, and they’ll be ready for us. So we leave now and burst in while she’s occupying their attention. That will hopefully keep the host of the Nightmare’s power distracted, as she is the only one who can readily detect my spellsinging.

“But we must still approach cautiously, as we do not know what magical snares Princess Twilight may have set. So stay close to me at all times, Twilight Sparkle. And obey any instruction I give you instantly, even if you do not understand the reason behind it.”

“Understood,” Twilight replied somewhat shortly as she felt Midnight’s I-told-you-so amusement at the infighting from deep within her, more certain than ever that their plan was doomed to defeat.

Don’t listen to her! Twilight warned herself again as she reviewed a mental checklist, which included making sure her personal pendant that kept Midnight in check was in place again. “Then let’s do this…”

Despite what Delta or Midnight thinks, Sunset’s plan is a good one, she told herself even as she felt her heart rate spike with her anxiety. All I have to do is overcome my fear of my pony doppelganger and tag her with a siphon pendant keyed to the curse energies.

That will instantly depower her, and once that’s done, Delta and myself can hold the rest of them at bay while Sunset teleports the portal back in and powers it up so our friends at CHS can play their countercurse song. So there’s nothing to be afraid of… she told herself as they crossed Juniper’s magical barrier to enter the stormswept town of Ponyville, beginning their approach to the castle in the distance.

Right?

Her best friend’s unrequited love had not yet been consummated, and yet, Nightmarity couldn’t help but feel a great swell of pride along with her new phallus as she beheld her work like a fashion masterpiece.

For how could she not, to see both Flutterbat’s joy as well as the obnoxious and previously all-powerful Chaos God reduced to a plaything by the Harmony pendant that bound him? To say nothing of the incredible new power the former unicorn mare had gained and now revelled in.

There was so much more of that power she wanted to try—irredeemably evil though she was, The Nightmare had amassed a truly remarkable array of abilities and spells in her long life!—but she would not. Indeed, she could not yet; not when her task was not finished; one assigned to her by the strong and sensual Queen Eclipse herself—rekindle their friendship with the former Fluttershy, and find out why she was shielding Discord without converting him.

She had accomplished both by then, receiving a surprising answer to the latter—she wanted the Chaos God, but only unchanged!—but the job was not yet done. And it would not be until she completed Discord’s conversion. Or rather, prevented it at Flutterbat’s insistence… except in a few trivial ways! She gave a fiendish grin almost worthy of The Nightmare herself.

“There. He’s all yours, darling. Now give him your fruit bat foals! And don’t worry—just as I promised, I will be there at the moment he climaxes to make sure that he does not otherwise transform.” She offered up his twin phalluses to her again.

Instead of taking the offered invitation immediately, Flutterbat’s lips quivered and tears welled in her blood-red eyes. She leapt at Nightmarity and hugged her head tightly with wings and forehooves, sniffling into her mane and screeing her great gratitude.

“There, there…” Rarity stroked her joyfully sobbing form through her slightly ragged mane, vowing to find something that could smooth out the coarser hair of her bat-form later—one should always look their best, after all! “I’m doing this for you, darling! For both of you!” she announced to the appreciative cheers of the growing crowd of onlookers; she was at least mildly gratified that she was attracting a bit more attention than Spike was at that moment.

Curse or no, I have no idea how anypony would want to be with dragons! Such unfashionable and ill-mannered creatures—very well, Spike excepted—with such ungainly forms! Certainly, no matter what form I take or what world I inhbait, I NEVER will!

Flutterbat promised with her thoughts to reward Nightmarity for her generosity later, offering to surrender her body for anything she might wish from fashion work to rapturous rutting. Though sorely tempted to say yes right then and there—just think of what all her new power could do for even the simplest of sex!—Nightmarity responded with a motherly kiss and a reminder that all she had done was a gift freely given, and her reward was to see the sheer happiness on her friend’s face.

And shortly DISCORD’S! she reminded herself as Flutterbat continued to clutch her and cry. With a few whispered words of assurance and a parting kiss that was anything but chaste, Nightmarity gently disentangled herself from her friend so she could focus on the task at hoof—guiding his transformation to ensure neither his body nor basic personality was lost to the deliciously but indiscriminately corruptive magic of the curse.

“Actually, darling… now that I think about it, there is something else I will do for you now. It seems rather unfair for you to just have one stallionhood to his two, after all. Wouldn’t you like to take them both at once?” she suggested with a wry grin and wink, to which Flutterbat started, then nodded eagerly.

“Then say no more…” Channeling Steedgyptian magic through her lengthened horn, she cast yet another of The Nightmare’s sensual spells—she tried not to think about the fact that it was based on the distilled magical essence of dragon anatomy—to grant Flutterbat a second side-by-side half-pony, half-bat phallus, which quickly grew to the same size as its sister as Fluttershy watched in delight and Discord could only gape. She could gain the same by being rutted by a dragon of course, but why force her to endure such an indignity?

An amazed Flutterbat then experimentally stroked it with a hoof only for her wingbeats to stutter hard as a wave of redoubled sensation shot through her rewired nervous system, almost instantly overloading her mind. “Slowly at first, darling! Let yourself get used to it…” Nightmarity advised. “You don’t want to come too soon! You’ve been pent up all evening with nowhere safe to put your new toys, after all. But now you do!” She motioned to Discord, grasping his dual drakehoods with her magic again.

With an eager series of squeaks, Flutterbat’s wings flapped once to position herself over the dias he lay on, straddling his midsection near his hips while facing backwards. Landing, she next stepped forward fractionally to align the tips of her fourteen-inch organs with his. Their tapered tips—if Nightmarity was being honest, she found she preferred them to more flared pony ones, given how easily they would sink in—-searching for his mismatched pair.

Nightmarity immediately assisted, grasping all four phalluses in her aura to guide them together. Though most unicorns had trouble doing more than one thing at once, magical multitasking was something she had learned long before, as she had to be able to levitate and use multiple items simultaneously to properly fit and sew.

Compared to putting together a rush order on a new Gala gown, this is easy! And far more enjoyable! she thought with a grin as the heads of their organs met and, guided by Rarity’s aura, those of Flutterbat almost immediately found their way into Discord’s, slipping inside their already slightly distended heads with ease. Discord’s eyes bulged and she felt him ready to come on the spot from the unheard-of intrusion, but she magically restrained him, preventing him from climaxing yet again.

“Premature ejaculation? From but the first inch of penetration? Oh, come now, Chaos God—surely you have more restraint than that!” she teased, not letting him orgasm, though that particular spell was one The Nightmare had used as a form of torture, arousing her victims endlessly but leaving them unable to get relief.

She was truly a cruel mare. But I am NOT! The former Rarity renewed her vow to use The Nightmare’s bequeathed powers in the pursuit of friendship and fabulosity, though she would also allow herself the occasional, more personal indulgence as well! But business before pleasure… She closed her eyes to concentrate on enabling and guiding the act; wanting to see the two longtime friends finally consummate their love properly.

Remember, they must come together, and Flutterbat’s seed must reach his new wombs!

As it would both prolong the experience for them and allow her more time to do things properly, she tapped yet another of the Nightmare’s powers; one that had a strange name. Time dilation? An odd term… but very well! She cast the spell to stretch out the moments before her, allowing her enough time to ensure she could do her sequence of tasks properly and not sloppily.

And the first was to ease her friend’s entrance, letting her fully dock her newly twinned organs in his. “That’s right, darling. Slow and easy so you both may savor it…” she cooed as she watched his shafts bulge out around their respective intruders, taking two, then four, then six inches of each, meaning he’d taken nearly half their length in his own.

He nearly came twice more in that time, perhaps because the passage of her organs was squeezing more blood into the sensitive head and base of his shaft, or they were simply tweaking a cluster of nerves as it passed. But either way, she kept him at the very edge of climax even as she kept pushing that edge further up into higher realms of pleasure, leaving him and his body ever-more amenable to anything she—or Flutterbat!—wished to do.

Through it all, Flutterbat gave no more noises but a few squeaks and grunts as she slowly hilted her male organs within him, pushing inside until her tapered heads were right up against his groin. She then stood up to display her hilted organs as Discord could only gape down his belly at the unlikely sight, now sweating hard and trembling involuntarily even despite his paralysis.

“A work of art, don’t you think, my dear Discord?” Nightmarity said as she briefly sat back to stroke herself with her aura , glancing back to see many in her audience whispering excitedly as they did the same. Even the Apple siblings were stealing glances as they worked on making her food and wine, occasionally exchanging a lick as they did so. “As you can clearly see, you are not the only one who can come up with incredible kinks!”

Any thoughts he might have generated in response were lost as Flutterbat began to start thrusting slowly into her new sheaths, withdrawing partially before sinking herself deep into them again; Nightmarity ensured they would never slip out by adding a magical attraction effect to the very base of his phalluses, causing them to endlessly suck in their unlikely intruders, trying to draw them in deeper.

It worked as the tips of Flutterbat’s slightly longer organs finally worked all the way in as Discord could only helplessly but not unhappily take it; Nightmarity could sense his increasingly frenzied thoughts; the deliciously deviant lovemaking method leaving him wanting desperately to be both conquered and corrupted, inseminated and impregnated.

He didn’t have long to wait as Nightmarity simply linked his mind to Flutterbat’s, letting them both feel the other’s passion and pleasure. And this time, it was more than enough to exceed even her control and send the pair over the edge as Flutterbat slammed her hips forward for the final time, hilting herself as deep into his very stiff but still-malleable organs as she could.

As a still-silent Discord trembled with his long-awaited release followed by Flutterbat crying out in her bat-pony manner in joy and great pleasure, Nightmarity felt the corruptive energies take hold of him fully and attempt to mold him; she could tell it was trying to impart him both additional bat-pony and even some Nightmare attributes from all the Steedgyptian magic now within him.

As tempting as it is to let it happen, I will not. I made a promise, and by all my new magic, I will keep it! she silently swore again as she used The Nightmare’s imparted power to block the conversion. Restraining and redirecting it all into his reproductive routes, she carefully guided the former’s transformation to not alter his form or his mind. It would still make him a curse carrier and leave him in thrall to Flutterbat, but otherwise leave him unchanged.

Except for being much more excitable and amenable to the advances of others, that is! she hastily amended her thoughts. For that was one curse effect she wouldn’t restrain, especially since she planned to make use of his exotic form herself once Flutterbat allowed it!

That done, she confirmed once again that her earlier spellcasting was still in effect, allowing her friend’s male spoor to find it’s way to Discord’s, deep in his apples. It had to take a slightly circuitous route to get there, but she hardly minded, given it was just more opportunity to simulate him from the inside in ways he never thought possible! He made sure he felt its progression as it flooded into him and slowly streamed back through his anatomical pathways to reach his orbs, causing his body to tremble anew as her reproductive material finally found his, fusing instantly into new life.

Her work complete, she withdrew her aura and stepped back in satisfaction, opening her eyes to see the pair of newly minted lovers laid out before her, still coupled. The beautiful scene included a softly panting and sweating Flutterbat still hilted with both phalluses deep within his, now laying her head between his short legs while licking his alternately green-scaled and brown-furred thighs.

“And there we have it, my dear Flutterbat! As you wished, he is now converted, but unchanged in body and brain—save for two minor points. The first is he now answers to you fully—hardly a change at all if you ask me!—and he will now be far more amenable to the advances of others for purposes of spreading the curse and his magic. If you allow it, that is!” she amended half-hopefully.

“And second, as promised, he is now with foals! Both his apples are filled with your seed, and I can sense a full brood of bats already taking form within them!” she announced grandly, causing Flutterbat’s still unfocused red eyes to light up.

“So let me be the first to say Congratulations, darling—you’re going to be a father! And Discord… you will be their mother!” she detailed with some relish as she realized with a glance at the limp and shaking form of their dragonequus friend that Discord’s mind was well and truly blown.

Flutterbat’s only reply was to scree her happiness as she sat up and clapped her wings together repeatedly. Still inside him, she bent herself over so she could lick at and nuzzle his hidden orbs, which had bulged out his crotch slightly with their altered form. For Discord’s part, a stream of disjointed and very heady thoughts passed through his all but floating mind, but the only coherent one Nightmarity could read from him was an offer to retire and make her the new Chaos God!

She smiled at the compliment. “How generous! A tempting offer… but even if anycreature but you could contain and wield such exotic and potent magic, I think not. For I believe I am content with what I now am, and would certainly not want the responsibility of even more power on top of what I inherited from The Nightmare!

“One must never be too greedy, after all. A dragon I am not!” she noted with a glance over at Spike, mildly aggravated to see Cyber Belle standing before him and speaking with him, but at least they weren’t being intimate just then.

Her attention was then drawn back to the pair before her as Flutterbat chirred a question, to which Nightmarity smiled at her friend’s worry, misplaced though it was.

“Of course you may go again, darling! Be assured that you cannot hurt your new brood, safely ensconced in his apples as they are! His chaos magic will protect them, even if he cannot tap it directly. For believe me when I say he now wants to bear them just as much as you!”

Flutterbat all but leapt for joy and did a midair flip, her erect organs slapping hard against her belly as she did so before alighting on his midsection again. She then made another mental statement, inviting Rarity herself to take part this time, noting Discord had both his tail and muzzle untaken.

Once again, Nightmarity could only smile, more salaciously than before. “Why thank you, darling! I do believe I will avail myself of that most generous offer! But as I do not wish Discord to think that my earlier efforts were a fluke and I do not know his mind or kinks well, I will indeed take his tail—my way.” She grinned almost evilly before another idea occurred to her—a way to not double but triple-team Discord; to even further blow his chaos-loving mind!

“Timberjack! Timbermac! Come forth!” The Nightmare’s former host directed the two apple siblings who were almost finished making wine behind her. She wasn’t sure of everything they were doing but they looked very practiced in their efforts, growing grapes and then somehow distilling them before letting their fluid drip into a glass goblet The Nightmare had earlier created.

But at her call, they set their work aside and instantly obeyed, stepping up with wagging tails and glowing green eyes as they bowed low before her and licked her hooves.

Well… a filly could get used to receiving such royal treatment! a pleased Nightmarity decided as she indulged them for a moment with tendrils of magic beneath their chins. “I shall try your new food and wines in a bit, darlings—I can certainly see all the effort you are putting into them! But first, let us enjoy the other fruits of our labors, and welcome Discord into our new family properly! So here is what I want you to do…”