Author's Note

Hey folks. With apologies for it being two weeks late, here’s the second Halloween chapter of Nightmare Night I promised. Please pay close attention to the content warnings to follow, as I’m dipping deep into the kink tag list for this one! The chapter consists of four sections separated by the usual line breaks. The first and third contain the following scenes:

First section contains: Nightmarity, Timbermac, Timberjack, and Flutterbat on Discord, earplay and outright ear sex, mind fucking, threading, all-the-way-through, oral and anal.

Third section contains: Spike/Cyber Belle, Spike/human Rarity (Cyber Belle takes her form), oral and paizuri, a moment of Annie Smith threatening Spike to treat Timberbloom right or else, with the ‘or else’ part being Timberwolf-sprouted tentacles.

The second and fourth sections are more suggestive than outright M-rated. There should be no issues there.

Thanks go as always to AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire and Silverblade5 for prereads. There may yet be one more sex chapter to be written before story climax, for showing what Eclipse was doing with Shadowdash and her converted weather team as a reward for winning her mating round with Night Owl. But aside from that? We’ve reached the climactic story arc, folks, and that means we’re going to be matching wits as much as dicks.

First up: Sunset vs Eclipse. Is our favorite fiery Equestria Girl more of a threat to a corrupted Twilight than Starlight was? As you’ll start to see in this chapter, the answer is very definitely yes!

36: Cyber Sex

“Timberjack! Timbermac! Come forth!” Nightmarity invited the two apple siblings, who were almost finished making her new 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 on the spot before letting their fluid drip into a glass goblet The Nightmare had earlier created.

But at her call, they instantly perked up, green eyes fixed on her hopefully. They obediently set their work aside and obeyed her summons, stepping up with wagging tails as they bowed low before her and licked her hooves as if she was Celestia herself.

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 wooden chins. “I shall try your new fruits 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! First, take position to either side of his head.”

Though they visibly blinked, they immediately did so—they could still understand Equish even if they no longer spoke it, and she hadn’t decided yet whether she minded. For what did it matter as long as they both loved and revered her, eagerly and obediently carrying out her will?

The Timberwolves were the natural allies of The Nightmare, after all! She could see that from Alya’s memories, wondering if Pinkamena and her sisters had succeeded yet in hunting her now-hostless spirit down. So why should they not be for me? Perhaps I should enter into my own business negotiations with Annie Smith...

By the time her thought was finished, Timbermac and Timberjack were sitting on opposite sides of Discord’s head. She raised him slightly to slip a pillow underneath, summoning it right from her Boutique as his eyes darted back and forth between them, uncertain of her intentions. She wanted him to be as comfortable as possible for what was to come, after all, and though he might make a show of sleeping on a bed of nails, that didn’t mean he did so during sex.

She nodded her satisfaction as the two apple siblings sat up and looked at her expectantly, their canine organs drooling as they awaited her next instruction. “Very good, darlings. First, let us lavish a little love on him. So do be dears and work his ears a bit. Be assured, you will find his antelope-like auricles quite malleable, so feel free to stretch them out and explore them with those magnificent teeth and tongues to your heart’s content!”

Though Timbermac smiled and immediately moved to obey, Timberjack looked confused for a moment. But before Nightmarity could further explain herself, she sensed an odd form of telepathic magic passing between the two siblings; she was able to pick up just enough to realize that Timbermac was telling his sister what the odd words and turn of phrase meant.

Oh! Nightmarity sensed the understanding dawn on her longtime lover, who grinned and nodded, licking the bark-covered lower half of her muzzle with her canine tongue before turning back to Discord.

The two then positioned themselves to either side of the Chaos God’s prone form, whose eyes glanced back and forth between them somewhat more nervously. As instructed, they nibbled at his long ears first, then stuck their muzzles in more fully to stretch their surfaces and insert their tongues all the way into his ear canals, slowly prying them open as easily as Nightmarity had his phallic passages.

Passages which Fluttershy was already beginning to take advantage of again, grasping and slipping her long chipoterean tongue inside them. She did so even though most of her attention was on watching the scene unfold before her, curious as to what her mistress was planning and what her friends were going to do.

A drooling Discord went cross-eyed as the edges of his long ears were nibbled on—something she’d read from his memories that he’d always had a weakness for, even if he’d never admit to it for being such a dreadfully dull and mundane manner of lovemaking to him—mentally pleading with her to urge them deeper.

Nightmarity grinned, immensely enjoying herself and the idea that she had Discord—Discord!—of all beings before her as putty in her hooves.

“All in good time, darling—for just like an appetizer improves a meal, cannot sex be made better with but a little foreplay?” she teased him, levitating a single purple grape and dropping it in her muzzle, blinking when the perfectly crisp texture and tart taste hit her—her two favorite Apples had outdone themselves in growing them! “And besides, do you truly think that I would want this to end so quickly after all the trouble you’ve made for us over the years? The tables are finally turned, my dear Discord, and I fully intend to savor it!”

Discord’s slightly disjointed mental reply was that there was indeed much of The Nightmare still in her, to which the former Rarity could only smile. “Perhaps there is. But do you regret it?” she asked idly as she lounged out on her favorite chaise lounge before him, displaying herself fully to not just him but their growing audience of timber and siren ponies. Even a few cyberponies and dragon ponies were present, though most of them seemed to be collected about Spike and his new griffon friend.

She spared them but a glance—she really didn’t care to be reminded that he was with her sister now—as further away, Eclipse rewarded Shadowdash for winning her mating round with Night Owl by inviting her and her entire team to enjoy her coital company.

Seeking to accommodate the newly enormous and thestralfied Thunderlane, she had even transformed herself into a much larger pony by taking a Saddle Arabian form. Well, if she’s going to do THAT, perhaps she would accept a more appropriate style in her decor! Nightmarity thought hopefully, still not seeing why her longtime friend so favored a Coltic flair. But she gave it little mind as she turned her attention back to Discord, hearing his mental moan as the two Apple siblings had begun nosing more directly into his long ears.

She watched in satisfaction as they started working on the inside of the aural appendages, coating and stimulating every inch of them with their long tongues while still adding the occasional nibble to their edges. Flutterbat helped as well by making sure his dual erections were attended, eagerly lapping up the mingled male and female fluids from within them as his altered reproductive systems responded with both forms of arousal at once.

She could sense Discord all but mentally melting, and for the first time, Nightmarity indulged herself, stroking herself to the sight with her aura as the twin timberwolf tongues gradually penetrated his deer-like ears from both sides.

Before long, they were so deep they had to be worming their way directly into the folds of his brain, which Nightmarity’s malleability magic combined with his own innate chaos power—he might not have been able to wield it directly, but it still protected and served him in various ways—had enabled to mold around it. The curves and contours of his mind parted and gripped the intruders, all but grasping at them in what she took as a little frustration that their darting touch was so fleeting and their size was so small.

Oh, he wants more? That can be arranged! “Excellent, my dear Apples—you instinctively know what he likes! And when you are bored with merely licking, feel free to insert something else in his ears! Worry not, he can take it. Indeed, aided by my power, he can take all of you!” she said with no little relish as he heard her words and nearly climaxed right into Flutterbat’s muzzle from sheer anticipation.

But the former Rarity restrained him once more, for she not only wanted Timbermac and Timberjack to fulfill what had previously been the act he enjoyed the most, but she planned to join in the fun herself shortly to see if she could give him a new favorite kink! Oh, my dear Discord, I do believe I’m going to surprise you yet again! she mentally promised him.

The two Apple siblings took her meaning immediately and withdrew their tongues to what she could sense was Discord’s momentary disappointment. But it was short-lived as the pair then propped themselves on the dias and carefully positioned their canine phalluses at the entrance to his ears. Guided by Nightmarity’s magic, they found their mark quickly and smoothly, soon slipping inside to mate his mind directly as the two earth ponies began exchanging kisses and licks above his head where their muzzles met.

She could tell from his fevered thoughts how immensely he was enjoying the act, for it had been one that his memories told her he had indulged in before, taking the idea of ‘rutting one’s brains out’ quite literally! But that had been done with his chaos power as opposed to Rarity’s malleability magic and the Nightmare’s Steedgypt-based sorcery, which at times allowed for nearly equal reality-bending abilities to his.

But it imparted a far different flavor to the affair, Nightmarity knew, as she could easily tell as he went cross-eyed again. His muzzle fell open limply as his tongue lolled free, and she took immediate advantage, having rehearsed her next steps carefully. “Enjoying yourself, my coital Chaos God? I’m glad. Then let us add the final element to this whole erotic affair…”

Creating a magical construct in the shape of her own gigantic phallus wired directly to its nerves, she hovered it before his face with its tip poised at his lips, waiting until his over-pleasured mind registered its presence. She then inserted it into his open mouth as if she was standing before him, making thrusting motions with her hips that were instantly duplicated by the construct, leaving her twenty-inch organ soon working its way down his long throat.

Though he was still paralyzed and could not move his mouth or tongue to help pleasure it, she found plenty of slickness and friction inside his maw, feeling her own long-denied desires rise. He did not resist it mentally either, though he did comment to her that this was hardly something he cared about—did she truly think he would get off on just a simple act of oral?

She grinned evilly again, having been waiting for just that response. He loves chaos, and is yet SO predictable! “Not at all, my Dear Discord. For no matter how silken your throat is or tail may yet be to feel, I am perfectly aware you would care little for such things. But tell me, then… What if I do both at the same time with the same organ? And what if I take your tail… from the inside out?”

Before he could formulate a confused mental reply around the two canine phalluses that were now touching and scraping between the folds of his brain, she willed her construct to lengthen and began feeling its way through his body. At her direction, it followed all the curves, twists and turns of his anatomy until it had threaded its way nearly all the way through.

His eyes bulged as he felt the intrusion’s progression over the next minute and realized her intention; his excitement surged even higher as the head of his organ reached its goal and pushed out through his anal orifice, emerging into the open air before Flutterbat’s amazed red-glowing eyes. Her phallic construct began thrusting in and out of both his muzzle and his tail at once, to a series of varied feral cheers from her equally turned-on audience, many of whom were rutting each other in excitement as they watched the scene unfold.

Having seen all she could take of the proceedings, feeling his dual drakehoods swell and throb further in her grasp as his internal pleasure buttons were milked by Rarity’s virtual stallionhood having snaked all the way through his body, Flutterbat quickly reclaimed his male organs with her own. The former bulged outwards again as she slipped her tapered shafts inside, wearing them as external sheaths as she began to thrust backwards into them in earnest, sitting over him with her back to his head as her seed-laden sac dragged and slapped against his brown-furred belly.

“So, still think I can’t be as chaotically kinky as you, my dear Discord?” A smug Nightmarity asked his silent form as she continued to thrust into his muzzle and out of his tail, receiving an answer from his mind that if she had been The Nightmare from the start, he would have fallen in love with her two millennia ago and instead of continually thwarting her, happily helped her and ruled at her side.

“Then I make a better Nightmare than The Nightmare…” Rarity murmured as she picked up the pace of her thrusts and felt both his throat and sphincter squeezing her construct—and thus, her real organ—in turn as she performed the unheard-of act. Even better, Flutterbat was screeing happily as she watched it unfold from her position straddling him backwards to take his organs directly, stretching her neck down to wrap her friend’s phallus with her long thestral tongue as it thrust out of his body repeatedly.

Nightmarity gave an almost-feline purr at her friend’s surprisingly practiced and effective technique, resolving to enjoy herself with Flutterbat privately later—certainly, their spa sessions were going to be much more interesting now! But with Discord now fully attended by her and her three friends, she dropped her magical restraints and allowed the act to proceed to its inevitable conclusion, urging them all to come.

They needed little encouragement as Timbermac and Timberjack knotted Discord’s ears, locking their canine shafts in place as Flutterbat likewise docked her dual organs fully within him. She gave a final high-pitched call to announce her latest orgasm as the two Timberponies likewise howled, emptying themselves directly into Discord’s completely blown mind.

It was only when they had come when Nightmarity permitted herself to climax in turn—one should always see to the pleasure of one’s partners first, after all!—by erupting all over them all; putting a frosting of vanilla cream on top of the delicious and desirable layer cake she had created. She did so to the hoofstomping approval of her audience, several of whom were already asking if the same treatment could be visited on them.

Though tempted to say yes—who was she to deny her valued patrons their hearts’ desires?—she was distracted by a second series of appreciative noises coming from across the room. Surprised that any other sensual act had taken attention away from her own, she looked up and was stunned at what she beheld in the area of Spike and her sister.

It only took a moment of magical probing to realize what she was seeing, and her mood went instantly from supremely confident and sexually contented to completely mortified and scandalized.

“Cyber Belle!” Nightmarity shouted at her altered sibling, her temper flaring at the impossible scene she was presented with—one she would never be caught dead doing! “By the sacred sands of Steedgypt itself, stop taking my form and cease that disgraceful display at once!”

Approaching Princess Twilight’s Friendship Castle at a brisk but unhurried walk, Sunset wasn’t sure why she felt so serene despite the undeniable danger she was in and all the corrupted ponies around her. They shadowed her but for the most part did not approach her, though they still tried to tempt her with very powerful pheromones and other forms of magical allure.

She felt them but could easily resist them, having had plenty of experience doing so thanks to her myriad encounters with Midnight. Certainly, it felt good to be back on all fours and in full control of her long-abandoned unicorn magic again, still delighting in the heady feel of channeling aura through her horn.

Even after six years as a human, I guess I’m still a pony at heart! she inwardly admitted, though she never lost her grin.

Part of her wondered if she was being overconfident—no doubt Lady Requiem would think so, and she certainly had good reason to, having bailed a younger Sunset out of countless predicaments in the past caused by exactly that.

And yet, she didn’t think she was. In fact, she felt firmly in her element at that moment, armed with not just her original arsenal of spells but the additional abilities she’d acquired from Camp Everfree, which she’d figured out long before could be used on herself as well as others. She’d even thought of one possible self-use of it that would be an absolute last resort, but if all went well, it would never come to that.

Pity. I couldn’t pull off that megaspell before, but how about now, when I’ve got a lot more power, experience and self-control...?

“Look but don’t touch, woofie,” she admonished one lustfully growling and visibly aroused Timberpony who had gotten too close to her. To her surprise, the hybrid female obeyed—yes, the wolf in question was originally a mare despite her new male equipment—and she could only gaze after Sunset in frustration, whining her need while almost forlornly reaching for her with a canine paw. She didn’t seem capable of talking, and yet, somepony was clearly controlling the Timberponies as an entire pack of them parted to let her pass.

For that reason, Sunset wasn’t concerned that they’d try to pounce her. But even if they did, she had plenty of powerful and occasionally quite painful spells at her disposal to deal with the beasts, though she was certainly not inclined to use the latter against ponies. Spells she’d originally learned to survive her forays into the Everfree, where there was a threat of everything from manticores to giant raptors to rumors of zombie pony villages..

Pity I didn’t pack AJ’s Bushmistress rifle… she thought only half-jokingly, wondering if the sound alone would be enough to scare them off—they’d gone shooting more than once at Applejack’s family farm, who kept a variety of weapons at hand to occasionally hunt a deer or keep coyotes and other predators away from their cattle.

They’d certainly enjoyed themselves—especially Pinkie, who seemed to get a little too into it at times and was the best shot of any of them. Whenever they went, though, they did so without Fluttershy. To perhaps little surprise, she refused to participate, recoiling at the very idea of hunting or gunplay.

Her loss. This… is my BOOMSTICK!Sunset then imagined holding her rifle aloft and saying to the converted ponies, remembering an old B-movie they’d watched and immensely enjoyed on a recent sleepover.

Regardless, for their plan to work, Sunset needed to be seen. It was to make sure that everypony’s attention was on her and off Twilight and Delta, who would be following ten minutes behind.To that end,she’d dropped her invisibility shroud and revealed herself as she got near the castle, knowing full well that ‘Eclipse’ would have given orders to leave her alone and let her enter.

She doesn’t dare let me be ‘converted’, because she doesn’t know what safeguards I’ve put in place to make sure that the location of the portal doesn’t fall into her hooves. Well, she’s right to worry—there’s a failsafe spell attached to it, but only my unaltered unicorn aura can deactivate it. The instant I’m transformed, my aura will no longer match what it expects, and the spell will be triggered.

In that case, the portal will be instantly teleported VERY far away, thanks to the scheming of my younger self… She grinned broadly, half-wishing she could see the look on the corrupted Twilight’s face when she learned that the portal was now in Steedgypt, ensconced in an ancient Pharoat’s burial chamber that remained magically sealed by arcane arts not known to modern ponies.

She’d developed the ley-line riding transport spell originally to remotely teleport a portal into the tomb in hopes of gaining access to the sealed chamber itself—and the exotic magics it contained—later, but that had fallen through when she realized the ancient wards didn’t allow her to teleport an active portal in or out, only an inactive one, rendering the tactic useless.

Unless, of course, you wanted to hide a portal there.

So Sunset was the hook, the portal was the bait, and Princess Twilight herself was the fish they were trying to catch—at least long enough to depower her. Not that she expected Eclipse to go quietly, and indeed, as she neared the door of the castle, Sunset detected some mental intrusion magic probing at her mind.

A scrying spell? Nice try, Twilight! she thought with a smile. She might have simply ejected her presence or fired back a magical feedback bolt that caused pain, but she responded instead by broadcasting an image of an extra-cheesy quesadilla back through the link.

She was rewarded with a sharp mental recoil followed by a single grudging thought—well played, Sunset Shimmer!—as she walked to the front gate of the darkened castle and knocked upon it.

The door opened slowly with an ominous creak. “Well, well, what have we here?” said a country voice somewhat reminiscent of Applejack’s, and as the voice’s owner stepped out of the entrance into the still-stormy night, Sunset was surprised to beheld a Stetson-wearing creature that looked like a cross between a Nightborne thestralcorn and the reclusive race of hippogriffs, possessing the horn and wings of the former along with the short beak of the latter.

“Looks like some fresh meat to me. Have to say, she’s got a nice flank. And just look at that smirk. A cocky and confident filly who thinks she’s just gonna come in here and rule the roost? I really hope I get to put you in your place.” Her lengthened horn glowed with an intense mating aura colored a deep purple hue.

“Cocky and confident? She sounds like just your type, Courier Sex,” a second female voice said; this one belonging to a hornless hippogriff stepping up beside her to give Sunset a very lascivious look. “Though check out that fiery mane. I bet she’s got one hay of a temper.”

“Yeah, but so do I, Pony Sexpress. That only makes her even more appealing. So is it true, and you got a temper, Missy?”

“You have no idea,” Sunset replied with a smile, resisting the urge to give them a display of that temper and the power she could wield right then and there. Six years earlier, she wouldn’t have hesitated, but being redeemed meant she was far more humble and circumspect about such things.

She thought about that, then chuckled to herself. Oh, who am I kidding? I still love to show off. But I can restrain myself when needed now. In this kind of tactical situation, I don’t want to reveal my full power too soon! “Have to say, it’s good to see you all getting into the proper Halloween—or excuse me, Nightmare Night spirit. So tell me, can Princess Twilight come out and play?” she asked with a smirk, scarcely able to hope that she could goad Twilight into coming to her, exiting the castle where she’d be more vulnerable.

“That’s Queen Eclipse to you!” she was corrected sharply by a griffon voice and sharp blast of wind from her left, coming from the shadows where she’d detected nocreature. Sunset admitted to a moment of perturbation as an enormous bat-gryphon stepped out from the darkness of a corner, her slitted eyes glowing menacingly and large membrane wings flared wide. “Show proper respect!”

“Interesting…” Sunset said as she studied the hybrid female, who had massive side-by-side stallionhoods as a dragon would, though hers were griffon-shaped; tapered at the ends with their typical bulbs at the base. “You’re an eagless—or was—but I didn’t sense you at all! So you’ve gained thestral stealth and pegasus weather powers? Have to say, that’s a pretty potent combination, Miss bat-hawk. We’d never have been able to beat you in the war if that was true back then.”

The altered eagless grinned at the compliment despite the dig, even going so far as to bear her throat in Sunset’s direction. “How flattering. The name’s Night Owl, and know that I intend to make my entire race this way, at the head of the Queen’s invasion army!”

“How ambitious. Well, take it from somebody who learned the hard way, griffie—don’t count your conquests before they’re complete,” Sunset warned, though she never lost her smile, wondering if this particular griffon had a counterpart over at Kingdom High on the other side of town. “May I come in?”

“You can come, certainly,” a third female spoke up from directly overhead. Sunset had already detected the hornless, bat-winged hippogriff mare hanging upside-down above her, so she only lazily turned her eyes upward. “And we’ll be more than happy to help you.” She flared her wings in an intimidation display, licking her beak at Sunset meaningfully with her long thestral tongue.

“You said it, Package Handler,” the second beaked hippogriff mare addressed her. “After all the fun we’ve had tonight at both the post office and the pub, it seems like such a waste to not take her here and now.”

Before Sunset could reply with either a word or spell, there was a sharp flash of a teleport as a pony materialized behind her, cutting off her escape route. “Back off, all of you!” a gruff male voice interjected, this one belonging to what looked like a freshly created thestralcorn stallion whose cutie mark seemed to indicate he worked in a post office. “The Queen said to escort her inside and not touch her, remember? She also said she wasn’t responsible for what would happen if we did.”

Sunset sensed herself being scanned by a very potent aura, gauging the strength of hers. But since it wasn’t intrusive, she didn’t retaliate or mask her power, deciding a show of strength to this apparent leader might make them back off a bit.

“Yeah? Come on, Certified Male, she’s just a unicorn and we’ve got all these additional abilities now. Hay, the Queen said she hadn’t been a unicorn for years, so she’s probably forgotten all her spells. Just what do you think she could do to us?” Courier Sex asked with a sneer.

“Push me and find out, ‘Missy’,” was all Sunset would say, lowering her head to present her horn. “In case your so-called ‘Queen’ didn’t tell you, I alone know where the portal to the human realm is and how to retrieve it. Even if you were able to overpower me—and trust me, you can’t—it would go somewhere she can never reach. She might be less than pleased with you after that.”

But far from cowed, the horned and stetson-wearing hippogriff mare only grinned. “Oh, is that all? No need to bother with bringing you before the Queen, then. Reckon I’ll just use my new power to read your mind and—Ah!” Courier Sex didn’t finish the sentence before a sharp magical barrier repelled her scrying spell and sent a powerful feedback bolt right into the source of her spell, causing her to cry out and drop to her knees in pain with a wisp of smoke coming off the end of her singed horn.

“And end up in a coma for a week with a cracked horn if you try that again,” Sunset warned, her eyes turning as predatory as any thestral or griffon for a moment. To her surprise, the touch of the unicorn’s aura had activated her geode-granted powers as surely as if she’d grabbed an arm, granting her instant access to the other mare’s memories.

“What… how…?” Courier Sex was at what Sunset now recognized was a very rare loss for words.

“How is unimportant. But for the record, I was once the student of Princess Celestia herself, so I had to develop very strong mental defenses to hide my true intentions from her. And that being the case, I don’t care how much more powerful you think you’ve gotten in this form, lady—you are not in her league. Or mine, at this point,” Sunset informed her.

“Oh? And how do you figure that, sister?” One of the other formerly pony mares named Package Handler—what did you call a female hippogriff?—asked her, if far more warily, giving her an askance look.

After thinking about it briefly, Sunset decided there was no reason not to tell them. “If you must know, my newest powers include memory absorption, and I’ve already used it on myself to recall every spell I ever knew,” she told them with a toothy grin before turning back to Courier Sex. “I just used it on you as well, filly. So unless you want your life’s story recited back with special emphasis on your most humiliating moments, I suggest you back off.”

“You’re bluffing!” the stetson-wearing former unicorn said as she climbed somewhat unsteadily back to her hooves, her aura activating as it tried to heal her still-smoking horn.

Sunset’s grin got broader. “If you need more convincing, Courier Six, then try this on for size: I’m a lot more dangerous than some bow-wielding buffalo cow taking a potshot at you for trespassing on sacred stampeding grounds,” she said with a wink, causing the transformed mare to gape and her friends to freeze.

“How did you—”

“If your memory serves, you lost the speedy delivery bonus you were trying to earn with that shortcut and ended up in an Appleloosa infirmary for a month. And insult to injury—for not delivering your package at all, you got docked pay by the Moojave Express to refund the sender’s money, and worse, you lost any chance you had of winning the Mistress of the Moojave lifetime achievement award you’d been coveting your entire career.

“With your magic still wonky after the injury, you quit the Express soon after. You slunk back east with your tail between your legs to take a job as a simple postal clerk here in Ponyville while you continued to recuperate. But instead of taking responsibility for your own stupid mistake, you just excuse it away by telling anyone who asks that ‘the game had been rigged from the start’,” Sunset finished with a smug grin.

Her declaration earned a series of shocked and far more wary looks from the converted creatures around her, though the former Courier Six herself could only chuckle somewhat painfully.

“Oh, I like you, filly…” she replied as she sat back up, removing her Stetson to rub a rather lurid scar near her left ear while displaying her throbbing stallionhoods, seemingly more excited than intimidated by Sunset’s demonstration of power. “Strong and spirited? Reckon I’m gonna enjoy breaking you down.”

“From what I can tell, she’d break you, C-Sex,” the male of the group growled like he was used to being their leader—or was it manager?—as he stepped between her and Sunset. “I got a good glimpse of her aura, and this filly’s got an arsenal of arcane powers and exotic magic we’ve got no answer for. Much as I hate to say it, we’re no match for her, so back off and obey orders! The Queen will deal with her.”

“A wise choice,” Sunset said with a respectful nod to him, wondering what kind of pony he had been before his conversion—did he have the same personality as before? And if so, what did that mean for Twilight? “It’s good to see that at least one of you retained a little restraint and common sense after their transformation. Otherwise, I’d have to take you all out here and now.” She punctuated her words by lowering her head and igniting her horn menacingly, and this time they believed her, with everycreature taking a precautionary step back.

Satisfied that she’d cowed them, she retracted her threatened spell. “Now if we’re through exchanging pleasantries, may I please be taken to Princess Twilight? We need to have a little chat about this new Empire of hers…”

Five minutes after they converted Peregrine Pacil, Spike and the CMC were finally starting to fully recover their senses. And in the case of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, their former bodies.

Cyber Belle had determined by then that they all transformed nearly entirely into dragons due to some strange and previously unknown effect of the curse crossed with an ancient and deeply buried enchantment the young griffon seemed to carry, fed further by all the additional sources of multispecies magic they each individually bore.

“The origin of the enchantment is unknown. But I calculate that whenever we’re with him, the transformation will overtake us again,” Cyber Belle announced to her friends. “And the more we do it with him or any other griffon, the longer it may last.”

“Aw… but he was so much fun!” Fireflight pouted. “I love his body and new part-Phoenix form! Right now, he’s the only creature other than me that has that!”

“Yeah, and reckon Ah like him too,” Timberbloom added wistfully, bending over to lick herself clean. “Of all our new partners, Ah liked him the most—no offense, Spike.”

“I hear ya, A-B—or I guess I should say, T-B now,” Spike agreed as he rested one set of talons on the belly of their newest lover’s dozing form while his other set held a goblet of water. “Gotta admit, I never knew how enjoyable being with griffie guys could be. They’re so much fun to make gay! You know, I think I want the whole Kingdom for my harem now!” he announced eagerly, his softened organs hardening quickly again.

Unlike the girls, he hadn’t transformed, but he had ended up with a now-fading headache afterwards. He thought it might be more due to dehydration and exhaustion than anything else, to which Timberbloom had used her new power to give him ultra-purified water—at least, once her former Granny had shown her how.

The Apple family matriarch and leader of the Timberponies had also taken the opportunity to have a chat with Spike, admonishing him to “always treat mah kin right, or you’ll answer to me, young ‘un!”

She’d then emphasized her warning by causing the wooden arms of the sofa Spike was sitting on to briefly sprout vines and restrain him. He quickly realized with a start that her constructs were unbreakable and her power irresistible as the tips took phallic shapes and threatened to forcibly penetrate him in every orifice he had, probing at not just his tail and muzzle but even the tips of his twin organs!

She had him helpless in that instant even despite his new strength and intensified flame; for a single both terrifying and tantalizing moment, Spike thought she would take him anyway just to make clear that she was the alpha wolf, even over him!

It took a few seconds for his heart rate to slow back down as she released her hold on him and walked away with a wink, the vines melting back into the wood from which they had sprung. You know, for all the ponies and griffies I’ve taken tonight, nocreature has actually taken ME! he suddenly realized as she returned to spend more time with her new pack, chatting up a nearby Kirin. Should really fix that at some point… but with who?

Regardless of the answer, Peregrine Pacil himself was now sleeping peacefully with a contented smile on his lengthened beak. He had been carefully carried to a bench by Spike as he slowly absorbed the myriad magics within him, though he didn’t look much different after his initial transformative flare. His Phoenix and dragonfire flames had subsided, as had his circuitry and green-eyed Timberwolf attributes, though his erect organs still hung in the air displayed proudly over his body, enticing them anew.

“Listen, if you want more griffies, I’ll help you get them, as long as we can do them too! But first, I wanna do something for you, Spike,” Cyber Belle announced as she stood back up, running one final series of health checks with a stream of data across her eyes. She was trying to make sure she was suffering no lingering aftereffects of their session with Peregrine, or The Nightmare’s malware before that.

“For me?” Spike said in some interest as he gulped down more water—something dragons rarely did for the danger it would at least temporarily quench their internal flame. But in this one instance, he found it necessary and did feel better as he drank.

“For you,” she confirmed as her system checks all returned green. Satisfied, she approached Spike, her eyes turning hooded. “A reward for all you’ve done for us. I’ve run the simulations and tailored my technique about a thousand times in the past five minutes now, so I’m 99.958% certain I can do it,” she announced as Timberbloom and Fireflight looked at each other in confusion.

“That’s good, I guess… but, uh, do what?” Spike inquired as she set her eyes on the twin phalluses in his lap.

But though she licked her lips, she made no move to approach them. “We’ve known that you go to the human world a lot. And that you said you had an interest in the Rarity there, since she liked to lavish affection on you even if you were a dog. And even though my sister here kept ignoring you.”

“Uh… yeah?” Spike had truly no idea what she was getting at, suddenly wondering how his trips to Earth were going to change in light of this wild and crazy night. Who knows? Maybe I could expand my new harem there! Just imagine adding THAT world’s CMC! Or even its Rarity… he barely dared hope.

“Well, I can’t take you to Earth, and I can’t say I’ve met the human version of my sister. But I can take her form,” she said with a wink. “I believe there’s enough information on human anatomy in the Queen’s smartphone for me to change myself into a human. Enough computing and shapeshifting power in my circuits and nanites to allow it. And enough pictures of her in the Queen’s photo library that I can depict the human Rarity quite accurately.”

She made the announcement as a fresh series of figures and pictures flashed across her eye displays, including one he recalled quite well of the human Rarity holding him to her chest telling him how adorable he was. “So what do you say, Spike? How would you like to live one of your greatest fantasies… through me?” She winked again as Timberbloom and Fireflight glanced at each other in surprise.

“Uh…” Spike’s suddenly dry throat couldn’t speak, but his twin organs did for him as they engorged further and began visibly throbbing, hovering before Cyber Belle’s hungry eyes. “That would be… interesting…” was all he could finally manage through a suddenly dry throat, swallowing hard while licking his muzzle repeatedly. “But won’t your real sister mind?”

Cyber Belle’s sly grin got broader. “Don’t worry about her. Just let me do this for you, Spike. She never gave you the time of day, but this Rarity will,” she promised, and without further preamble, her internal circuitry lit up as she ran her transformation program; her biomechanical form flowing into a new configuration before his astonished eyes.

It took just fifteen seconds to complete, and by the time it did, the clothed human Rarity stood before him, appearing exactly as he recalled. And then, to his further excitement, she all but sauntered up to him on two legs to wrap her arms around his neck.

“So what do you think, my dear Spiky-wikey? Do you like?” Cyber Belle jarred him further by perfectly imitating Rarity’s voice, taking a jaunty pose he could only imagine she’d picked up from whatever human fashion magazines Twilight had kept on her smartphone—she’d done so to bring back reference material for the pony Rarity. “I am yours, as I should always have been.”

“By all the ancient Dragon Lords…” He realized there was no point in lying about how sorely aroused he was; not with his throbbing phalluses pressed squarely into her belly with their tips brushing the underside of the chest-mounted mammaries he’d admired and even enjoyed snuggling up against as a dog in the human realm. “You’re so beautiful…”

His paws began moving of their own accord, eagerly removing her clothes to bare her deliciously smooth and soft body before him, running through her purple hair and passing over her creamy curves as he began kissing her. He found he wanted her worse than anycreature he’d wanted before, even for all the new mates he’d already made that night.

“Mmmm… I see you like me, my dear Spike!” the form of Rarity all but purred in his grasp as Spike quickly divested her of her remaining clothes; her skirt falling in a puddle at her feet—Cyber Belle couldn’t actually create clothes per se, but with fresh knowledge of human fashion and sewing techniques that had also been on her Queen’s smartphone, she’d been able to simply remotely put them together from her sister’s fabric stores, summoned right out of her boutique.

“And I like you,” she further announced as she fell to her knees before the CMC’s longtime lover and began rewarding him as only a human woman could. She orally pleasured each shaft in turn with her petite mouth as she pushed her human breasts into their sides, growing them further before his astonished eyes. The increased size gave her the mass she needed to properly pillow his large organs, eliciting a shiver and moan.

“Hey! No fair!” Timberbloom objected even as she began pleasuring herself to the sight, creating a copy of Spike’s organs out of wood from the ground to push back into.

“Yeah, come on, C-B—you know we can’t do that!” Fireflight likewise protested, though she was stroking herself to the scene as she hovered above them.

Spike missed Cyber Belle’s reply, too lost in his own ecstasy and the image of the human Rarity before him, performing an act he’d never dared dreamed she’d do for him as a dog or dragon!

Part of him was honestly surprised that he was reacting so strongly to this ‘gift’ when he’d had no trouble rejecting The Nightmare in Rarity’s body, not turned on at all by her. But as his slightly fevered thoughts focused, his internal apples churning with fresh seed as his sensory overload quickly surged towards climax, he realized it made sense.

After all, seeing Cyber Belle in Rarity’s body wasn’t at all like the blasphemy of The Nightmare wearing her form.

After all, unlike The Nightmare, he not only loved Cyber Belle to begin with, but in some important ways, she was her sister.

Even her human sister!

The idea was the last clear one he had before his orgasm overtook him; erupting with flame from his muzzle and seed from his twin shafts. The former was aimed into the air as he arched his back and head while the latter covered Cyber Belle’s disguised form with his steaming spunk, leaving lines of it dripping off her face and wonderfully ample human breasts.

His harem likewise announced their appreciation with a series of erupted flames, thumping their new tails and pinwheeling their hooves in pure joy as some even took flight to celebrate their beloved Lord’s happiness.

“So did you enjoy that, Spikey-Wikey?” Cyber Belle asked him in Rarity’s voice as she stood up and pressed her naked form into his body, wrapping her arms around his head again. “Because through me, you can have her whenever you want.”

Spike could only nod eagerly as he slowly recovered his senses. “Y-yeah. I really did! But, uh, w-won’t your sister mind?” He cast a nervous glance over at where Nightmarity was continuing to attend Discord. She was not looking their way, though there was a definite danger that she would do so if the appreciative sounds he was hearing from the other dragonponies of his harem were heard.

“And what if she does?” Cyber Belle leaned into him harder, still wearing Rarity’s form and using her voice. As she pressed her human counterpart’s chest-mounted breasts into his belly, Spike couldn’t help but wonder what Twilight had uploaded on her smartphone for her to know about the odd but strangely alluring human lovemaking method called ‘paizuri’.

“I’m doing this for you, darling, not her—though I admit getting to tease her with her own form is kind of fun. Besides, what’s she gonna do about it?” She abruptly switched back to her real voice for a moment before shifting back into character. “Faint and announce this as the Worst—Possible—Thing?” She raised a foreleg to her head and pretended to faint into his arms.

“Cyber Belle!”Nightmarity’s outraged shout validated Spike’s feeling of foreboding instantly; her infuriated voice booming across the room. “By the sacred sands of Steedgypt itself, stop taking my form and cease that disgraceful display at once!”

But far from worried, Cyber Belle only smirked and winked at Spike before turning her head fractionally to face her sister’s fury, speaking in her own voice again. “Oops! Sorry, sis. I forgot you changed forms. I’ll fix that now.” With another flare of her horn, she changed her skin tones from alabaster to ebon, matching Nightmarity’s new nighttime hues.

She also grew herself and her hair to match her sister’s increased stature, adding several inches of height and becoming much more voluptuous, pressing her now-enormous human breasts hard into Spike’s chest. “How’s this, darling?” she said in Rarity’s voice again with no little relish as she reached in to kiss a sorely aroused Spike, then leapt into his arms to offer him her human marehood to him right then and there, poising it over his organs.

“Cyber Belle…” The room began to shake and the very air around Nightmarity went dark, her bright eyes even outglowing all the thestrals and Timberponies in the room for a moment. “I remind you that I know all The Nightmare’s technocurses!”

Despite the tremor that went through the floor, Cyber Belle was completely unconcerned. “It’s okay, Spike. I promise she won’t do anything—to you or to me,” she reassured Spike in her own voice. “She loves us both way too much for that.”

“She’s gotta funny way of showing it…” Spike found himself sorely aroused yet again in mingled fear and excitement. “If you ask me, she looks ready to toss us both into limbo! But listen, Sweetie—I-I mean, Cybie. I’m really flattered that you want to do this for me, and I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t like the roleplay!

“But the thing is... I’m in love with you and the other girls now, not her! It’s not that I’d mind rutting you as a human. It’s not even that I’d mind rutting any human, and definitely not the human Rarity! But here and now, I’d much rather it be you I rut, and not you disguised as your sister!”

Despite her new logical subroutines, Cyber Belle sniffled in pure emotion as she responded by reverting her form—not to a pony, but to her own humanized features.

“And that, Spike, is why we love you,” she told him, now speaking in her own voice. “Because you love us for who we are inside, not for the exterior we bear. I know you have this whole harem now, but they’re not the only ones who want to be with you. So just know that whether human or pony, I’m yours forever.”

“Same with all o’ us!” an eager Timberbloom instantly added, then turned downcast; her canine cock dipping along with her head. “Even if Ah can’t become human like she can.”

“Actually… you can,” Cyber Belle told them over her shoulder with a wink. “A good dose of my nanites, and I can transform you—if you let me. Just like with Peregrine, it’s only temporary since your new internal magic will restore you to your proper forms afterwards, but enough for some serious fun. So how about it, Spike? Want us all as humans?” she suggested. “I don’t need to calculate the responses of Timberbloom and Fireflight to know we’ll do it for you.”

“Yeah! Definitely!” Fireflight nodded eagerly.

“Let’s all do it! But reckon it’s gonna have to wait now…” Timberbloom added as she saw Peregrine Pacil begin to stir.

At that moment, Queen Eclipse came over to check on him—and them. “Indeed it will,” she said with a smile, having reverted her earlier transformation to a Saddle Arabian and re-donned her Coltic armor. “I am truly sorry to interrupt such an interesting state of affairs—I am very impressed by your transformative talents, Cyber Belle!—but I must ask you all to cease your activities for now and make yourselves presentable.”

“Aw… but why?” a crestfallen Timberbloom asked. “We were having so much fun!”

“Because our guest of honor is about to arrive,” Eclipse said with a grin as she turned her eager gaze expectantly on the door to the chamber. “And I would hate for her to be given a bad first impression…”

As she was escorted down the hallway by whom she gathered was the former Ponyville Post Office staff, Sunset was forced to pass between two lines of curse-altered ponies. They were all leering or growling lustfully at her; their often-multiple phalluses prominent beneath their bellies as seemingly every single resident of Ponyville had been captured and converted into an ultra-endowed hybrid predator.

Despite their glances, she kept her gaze fixed firmly ahead, paying them no mind. Their presence was no doubt an act of intimidation, or perhaps an attempt by Twilight to weaken her will by forcing her to be exposed to all sorts of mating magic and curse-boosted pheromones along the way.

Despite the danger, Sunset smiled, even allowing her normally hidden stallionhood to emerge slightly; her sheath growing out of her lower belly between her teats.

Well, hell… she found herself using the human euphemism for Tartarus, even in a pony body. It would be a lie to say I’m not tempted—some of these forms are definitely interesting, and I have to admit, I did have a bit of a thing for thestrals! she silently granted as her eyes roved over the converted pegasi, finding herself feeling the same moment of regret she did back during the Friendship games when she was forced to wipe memories in order to put everything back to rights.

But just like then, she did not relent or let her awakened desires weaken her resolve. Sorry, Twilight, but thanks in large measure to you, I’m no longer a slave to my passions. I’m a much stronger person—and pony—than I used to be! she told her mentally, but if Twilight heard, she gave no indication as they neared the end of the hallway. It was further lined with not just firegems but a series of floating Jack and Jenny o’Lanterns, though they glowed with a strange violet light that seemed to be infused with unicorn mating aura.

“In here, filly. I can’t wait to see how the Queen deals with you,” Courier Sex said as she magically pushed the doors to the map room open with a flare of her horn; leaving Sunset in some amazement—and even a measure of worry—at how fast she had healed from the feedback shock she’d dealt her. Normally, a unicorn would have been left magically numb with their horn out of action for a full day after that, but she’d fully recovered within just a couple minutes. “We’ll see who gets to be boss mare later, after the Queen has had her way with you.”

“Then get used to disappointment, ‘filly’,” she parted with a final dig. It wasn’t that she wanted her audience riled up so much as their attention to be completely on her. She knew from long experience that making them mad would help that cause, making it easier for Delta and Twilight to sneak in.

It occurred to her only then that they hadn’t worked out a signal for when they were in position and Sci-Twi would strike. But she decided it was just as well, in case Eclipse could, by some stretch, defeat her mental defenses. But when they’re further enhanced by my new memory absorption powers, which I’ve already learned can be used to block as well as extract? Not likely!

It was then she beheld the curse-corrupted form of Princess Twilight herself. Startled—Sunset knew what Eclipse would look like from Trixie’s memories, but somehow, to actually see her like that made it far more menacing and real—she found herself stopping to stare at her friend’s darker features, bat-wings, and Coltic clothing; never mind the large and exquisitely erect stallionhood dangling from between her hind legs.

Though she wasn’t afraid, Sunset was immediately given a very strong flashback to the first time she beheld Midnight following her accidental ascension many months earlier. Just like Midnight, the transformed pony Twilight looked far more predatory and cunning than before, to say nothing of far less restrained.

It left Sunset wondering how much the two corrupted versions of Twilight Sparkle would have in common, and if she could deal with Eclipse the same way she would Midnight—by simply using her enormous ego and belief in her own infallibility against her.

Best not to assume that… she reminded herself sternly. Especially since Eclipse knows of Midnight and would probably hate the association! But then again, maybe I could use that against her instead…?

“Welcome, Sunset Shimmer. I’ve been expecting you,” the former Princess announced with no small amount of glee as she bade goodbye to a recently converted creature who looked like a newly enhanced griffon. His eyes glowed green like a Timberwolf but his feathers were burning like a Phoenix—Sunset didn’t even want to think of what he’d been through to receive a conversion like that!

“I knew you would come. So I made sure everything was ready for your arrival. May I offer you some human brandy?” She floated forth a goblet, keeping one for herself. “Don’t worry, it’s not spiked or poisoned. For if I had to resort to chicanery to overcome you, then I could hardly call myself a worthy Queen or the master of magic.”

“Thanks for being so hospitable,” Sunset acknowledged with a bow—even insane, Twilight was still pony royalty, after all—accepting the goblet in her aura as she took a sip and looked around at the assembled crowd again, unable to suppress a second moment of marveling.

Gotta admit, it’s remarkable what this Sexually Transmitted Curse has done. The Canterlot arcane magic labs should have a field day examining this one! “After all, I could hardly stay away from such a wild scene! Thanks for letting me in, Twilight—not that I would have taken no for an answer. Have to say, it’s been a while since I’ve visited you here,” Sunset said as she looked around and studied the packed map room around them.

Half of it seemed to be Coltic in décor while the other was Steedgyptian—and was that the Chaos God himself lying bound and helpless before a Nightmare version of this world’s Rarity?

“And what do you think?” Eclipse asked, unperturbed as the rest of the room’s denizens looked on in leering interest—and was that enormous adolescent dragon Spike? “Impressive what this wondrous magic has done for us, wouldn’t you agree? Such a superb redefinition and renewal of Friendship it has provided us all!”

“Eh, been there, done that.” Sunset shrugged as she took another sip of brandy, even if she had to internally admit that this was, in some ways, even crazier than what she’d been through with Midnight at the Friendship Games the previous school year. She’d just enhanced their base forms for the most part, but the curse had clearly created many outright hybrid races; everything from what she could only describe as scaled dragonponies with smoke wafting out their nostrils to Siren-like creatures floating in the air and humming softly to themselves.

There were even some ponies who appeared to have been made into actual cyborgs; their bodies crisscrossed by circuitry with digital displays flashing over their eyes. She had no idea how the curse had somehow tapped human technology, but it was of little importance then.

Cure the curse first, research it with Sci-Twi later! she reminded herself, turning her attention back on a still-smiling Eclipse.

“So tell me, Sunset Shimmer, what brings you before me now?” the self-proclaimed Queen asked in a tone that suggested she knew exactly why her Earthside friend had come, and that she could scarcely contain her glee at having the head of the human Element Bearers delivered directly into her waiting wings.

“Well, I wish I could say this was just a social call, but it’s not,” Sunset told her, finishing the brandy and putting the goblet aside. It was only then she noticed Starlight Glimmer bound but unaltered, staring at her in shock and disbelief before her expression dropped in defeat, apparently certain all was lost.

Just hang in there, filly. I didn’t come here without a plan! “I see you’ve been doing a little redecorating and changed your fashion sense, Twilight. Have to say, I’m glad that you’re finally cutting loose and letting your mane down a bit, but I can’t let this go on. I’m sorry to say, I’ve come here to bring down the curtain on this little party of yours…”