Tempest's Shocking Tease

Tempest pulled away. Her eyes were cold and suspicious. “What are you doing? I didn't say you could—”

Twilight hugged her tight and their bodies squeezed together in a warm embrace. Stubborn resistance melted away into a moment of openness, an unspoken invitation, the awakening of a long lost hope for belonging and acceptance. Twilight ran her hooves across Tempest's back and kneaded her trembling muscles, bringing a healing calm to a mare starved for affection. Tempest cooed and whimpered. Her stern features softened and fell away, revealing how much she needed not just a sexual release, but actual love and kindness. Twilight cuddled and caressed the broken mare, the emotional turmoil evaporating off her body as Twilight rubbed her sides in slow, circular motions. Tempest pinned her ears and let out a pained gasp, and Twilight realized she had put pressure on the scar running along her midsection. “Oops, sorry!”

Tempest smiled at Twilight's clumsiness and fell into her embrace, sinking into Twilight's chest and sliding down her body, and the broken stump of her horn fell into view. Twilight kissed Tempest on the forehead, then slid her tongue across the base of the ruined horn and into the open hole. The edges poked and jabbed, but Twilight wanted to show Tempest how much she accepted her, all of her, without reservation. Tiny sparks jolted from deep inside and tickled Twilight's tongue, until it was tingly and numb.

Struggling to sit up, Tempest grabbed Twilight's shoulder and leaned against the wall. Her eyes were wide and bewildered. “Princess, I never—I didn't say—what was all of that about?”

Twilight had punctured Tempest's caustic veneer, and something real and vulnerable sheltered inside, long protected from the cruelties of the outside world. Twilight nuzzled her face and whispered in her ear. “I've never met a mare like you, so smart, so spirited, and so beautiful.”

“I already knew you liked my butt,” Tempest said, a dismissive shadow lingering on the edge of her voice.

“You've got me there,” Twilight said with a giggle. She held Tempest's chin and looked into her scarred eye. “You're beautiful here too.”

Tempest's face twisted into an annoyed scowl and she pulled away. “I'm not beautiful. I'm hideous.”

Twilight played with the tuft of fur on Tempest's chest. “You're beautiful to me. Hasn't anyone ever told you that before?”

A surge of strength exploded from Tempest and she shoved Twilight into the mattress. Sparks poured from her horn and she spat her words like poison. “I'm not beautiful. I don't want to be beautiful. And I already told you I don't want your fucking pity.”

Twilight reeled back. “I know you feel trapped, but this isn't you. It doesn't have to be this way.”

Tempest's eyes narrowed and her voice grew dark. “You still think you're some savior from on high? You think you're better than me? You're a joke, and I'll prove it to you once and for all.” The room spun as Tempest rolled her over, dragged her to the side of the bed, and arranged her into a lewd position. Twilight's knees sank against the edge and her butt poked into the air. “I was being nice when I said you had a cute little tail. You actually have a big fat ass. You've been stuck inside castles eating too many teacakes, or whatever fancy rubbish they feed you.”

There was movement from behind, but Twilight couldn't see anything except the mattress and the pile of blankets at the end of the bed. The clanking of hooves against metal made her wonder what Tempest was—

SMACK!

Twilight shouted as something flat and wide struck her rump. Tempest's foreleg wrapped around the handle of a dark blue paddle. A thunderbolt etched with green lines adorned its broad surface.

“Don't act surprised. You know this is exactly what you deserve.”

Another blow hammered down with stunning speed. Twilight's left cheek shook and jiggled as the fleshy slap echoed through the room, and the vibrations ran through her knees and hooves like the ringing of a perverted bell. Twilight hissed and writhed from the indignity.

“Did you not study for this test?” Tempest asked with a haughty sneer. “Did they not cover ass whoopings in your fancy magic schools? Allow me to complete your education.”

The next impact walloped Twilight's right buttock and rocked her forward. Heat rippled across her cheeks like a stone dropped into a puddle. She pinned her ears and cried out, from the pain, from the sudden reversal of fortune, from her complete and utter failure.

Tempest rested her hoof on the small of Twilight's back. “I see the problem, my proud little princess. You're only accustomed to other ponies kissing your ass, not spanking it. Maybe you'll be comfortable with a more familiar routine.” Tempest flipped Twilight's tail to the side and clutched her flanks. Sensuous kisses dotted her stinging cheeks as Tempest moved across her rump and planted big sloppy smooches against the throbbing hot spots the paddle left behind. Twilight sighed from the welcome relief and giggled a little when Tempest teased her crack. Tempest employed her tongue as a brush and painted Twilight's rump with a thin coating of saliva. The air filled with a charging electrical growl that buzzed her tail, and a blue flash lit up the room as bolts of electricity pierced her wet cheeks. Twilight howled and trembled as the stinging energy vibrated inside her bottom. The energetic pinpricks danced across her tender skin and grew into a river of phantom nettles that flowed between her crack and down her pussy, needling, tormenting, and tickling every inch of her nakedness.

“Someone should have done this to you a long time ago. Your problem is you never learned proper obedience. Where Celestia failed, I shall succeed.”

A quick swat from the paddle disciplined her beleaguered rump, yet the painful pulses left an oddly satisfying glow in their wake. Tempest varied the hits and kept her off guard. Long wind-ups sent a thundering wave rolling deep through her muscles, while short hits whipped the bare surface of her tight skin. The stinging heat was vivid and utterly exhilarating.

Wicked laughter echoed from behind. “Too bad you can't see this, Princess. Your ass is turning a lovely shade of scarlet.”

A barrage of spanks rained down on Twilight's helpless bottom from every direction. She tensed and flinched, expecting the next attack whenever Tempest shifted position, only to be met with an uneasy silence. After she lulled herself into a false sense of security that's when Tempest flogged her sensitive flesh without mercy, spanking the same spot over and over in quick succession, each hit more punishing than the last, building into a crescendo of strained cries and ragged breaths. A stupendous heat radiated from her besieged cheeks, and most shameful of all, from between her thighs.

“Your tail is lifting,” Tempest said with a devilish delight. “Don't pretend to be so high and mighty when you're giving me an eyeful.”

A terrible blush filled Twilight's cheeks—at both ends. She had never been so embarrassed, so exposed, so vulnerable, yet she couldn't help but raise her tail even further and reveal the true depth of her perversions. Twilight gasped when Tempest licked her sensitive dock, brushing her tongue along the thick base until the delicate skin turned into the bristles of her tail. Tempest discharged a healthy zap that sent exquisite shivers racing up her spine.

Tempest caressed the contours of Twilight's tenderized cheeks with a possessive hoof. “This is our future together. I'll march you down the streets of Canterlot and spank you whenever I please. I'll tie your tail so it's always raised, so you can never hide your wanton lusts, so everyone understands exactly why you surrendered.”

Shame and desire poured into the furnace between her thighs and melted into an unalloyed pleasure that dripped down her legs. Twilight had never been this wet in her whole life. The outside world retreated in a dizzying rush. Worries and doubt always plagued her ceaseless mind, and now at long last they were vanquished by a storm of righteous spankings. Red stings popped across her rump as if she were sinking into a luxurious bubble bath of pain.

Tempest raised her voice and yelled in a staccato rhythm. “You're. My. Fucking. Princess.” Each shout punctuated a crushing wallop that devastated Twilight's ass and left searing imprints she would never forget. Bewildered moans of ecstasy and sweet agony escaped her throat. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, wasn't confident in the limits of her nerves, but she wanted nothing more than to find out. Twilight wiggled her rump and pressed back into the relentless and humiliating punishment. She sacrificed her dignity for an odyssey into the uncharted secrets of her most depraved fantasies. The strikes didn't even hurt so much anymore. She stuck her ass out in defiance of all virtue and moaned for more. The shadows on the wall danced and shifted, the rapid clanking of hooves against metal rang from behind, and a heavy rush of air swept past. Tempest smashed the paddle into Twilight's upturned bottom with the power of a running start and sent her careening into a heap. Tears blurred her vision and her face plunged into the mattress.

The world fell away into a pale blue mist. Twilight floated on a dark and beautiful storm cloud far above the judging world. The cool wind soothed her inflamed backside and dissolved her frailties and foibles. Tempest was there too, quiet and kind, attending to her with soft kisses along her neck and a gentle massage down her back. “You did such a good job back there,” she whispered. “I know embracing who you really are feels wrong at first, but you'll find life so much easier when you don't have to pretend anymore. Now do you understand your place in the world?”

Twilight sniffled. “I'm nothing compared to you. I'm pathetic.”

Tempest cooed and massaged her shoulder. “You're so hard on yourself. If that were really true this wouldn't be nearly as satisfying. But then again, who am I to say? In this miserable world finding even a speck of real pleasure is a struggle, so maybe you should believe whatever it is you need to find peace.” Tempest crawled back while tracing her hoof along Twilight's side, over her rump, and down her thigh. “I was just playing around earlier. Your royal derriere isn't really fat. It's delightfully plump. Now lift it up for me.”

Twilight did as she was told with a rush of pride and longing. Her clit was a twisted knot of pent up desire that pulsed when Tempest drew near. Tempest pressed her hoof into Twilight's squishy mons, then rubbed closer and closer to the beacon of her lust, but she only grazed the brim of her hood. Twilight bit her lip as she teetered on the edge between pleasure and despair, and without warning Tempest slapped her burning rump. Twilight yelped but held her posture in a perfect display of discipline. She inhaled and waited with dire anticipation. Tempest traced down the curve of Twilight's ass and eased her hoof's soft rim against Twilight's neglected pussy, then nursed her clit with a slow and gentle massage. Twilight floated through a trail of glittering stardust and hummed with joy while mindlessly swishing her tail. The spankings had turned her on so much she could practically taste her release already.

Tempest pulled away. Twilight buckled and almost collapsed with grief, but somehow kept prim and proper and didn't even whimper. Tempest returned to rubbing the small of Twilight's back, and the gloomy room faded back into reality. “You're already so much more disciplined than before. You need a strong mare to guide you, don't you?”

“Y-Yes. Whenever I try to be a leader everything blows up in my face. I'm not cut out for it.”

“You already know what you want. You need only say the words.”

Twilight took a deep breath, gazed into Tempest's steely eyes, and bowed her head. “I submit to you, Mistress. Help me deal with these shameful urges.”

“Slaves do not give orders. They make polite requests, and if they behave their mistress may show them mercy.”

“Please help me.”

Tempest crawled closer. “Let's come to an agreement first. You'll explain to the rest of Equestria that I'm their benefactor, and that the Storm Empire will bring a new purpose to their realm. Then we'll work together and make the world a better place, just like you said.”

“Of course, Mistress. I'll tell them whatever you want, but I don't think they'll believe me.”

Tempest smiled. “I have full confidence in the power of your cheesy speeches. As you've submitted to me, so they'll submit to the Empire. Now, do you think you've earned a release with this fawning display, or are you really too pathetic to assert your own desires?”

Twilight choked back a sob. “It doesn't matter what I say, does it? You'll never let me find relief.”

“My, my, how cynical.” Tempest slinked back and her soft lips engulfed and sucked Twilight's desperately winking clit. Twilight let loose a shuddering moan, parted her legs, and pushed back, making sure Tempest could really get in there and—

That's when Tempest pulled away. Of course she did. Twilight would never be free of this miserable ache.

Tempest rummaged under the bed—how much junk did she keep under there?—and wrapped a dark belt adorned with sockets and loops around her hips, with another strap that fastened around her butt and under her tail. She showed off a pink egg-shaped device that vibrated with the press of a button. “This is for me,” she announced with a flourish, then reached back and attached the lively toy under her tail. The buzzing was distant and muffled as the egg went to work. Tempest closed her eyes and murmured in satisfaction. “Airships and grapple cannons are cute toys, but this is all a mare really needs.” She retrieved the magic dildo—a comforting sight indeed—and secured the base into the socket between her legs. “And this is for you. I believe you've already met.” The curved length was as obscene as it was stiff, and it bobbed as she advanced.

Twilight shrank into herself as Tempest climbed onto her back and positioned those powerful hind legs on either side of her vulnerable and still stinging bottom. The humbling reality of being enveloped and mounted by Tempest's unstoppable strength filled her with trembling anticipation. The angle wasn't quite right, so Tempest lifted her from the edge and shoved her into the mattress. With her legs splayed out behind her, Twilight whimpered as Tempest pressed down and searched for her opening. Her pussy was hot and heavy with desire, and her breath went ragged when the head of the strap-on rubbed along her slippery crease.

Tempest draped her hefty figure across Twilight's back, and Tempest's hot breath washed across her neck as she spoke. “Don't worry, I'll give you exactly what you need.” The dildo's head parted her throbbing passage, forcing out a gasp, and the toy kept sliding inside her swollen marehood in a long and delicious descent. Tempest stopped and pulled back. “Or would you still like to pretend you don't want this?”

Twilight struggled to contain her urgency. “Please, Mistress, please release me from everything that ever held me back.”

Tempest nuzzled her neck and whispered soft encouragements in her ears. The girth of the smooth silicone eased into Twilight's needy entrance and spread her open, and then Tempest withdrew it again. “Your heart, your soul, and your cunt are my playthings. Do you understand?”

The dildo's head slid up and down Twilight's sticky groove and filled her with delicious shivers. “Yes, yes! I'll do anything. I'll lick your hooves and beg for mercy every single day just like you said I would.”

Tempest nipped at her shoulders. “Tsk, tsk, now you're only saying what you think I want to hear. A proud princess should resist to the bitter end.”

“I… I can't. You're too strong.”

The stiff length sank inside for a moment, and then retreated at a maddening pace until it threatened to fall out and leave her utterly empty. The smooth head pressed against her folds, probing, poking, prodding, the teasing was unbearable, she needed to be filled. “Try again,” Tempest said in a husky voice. “You don't want to be enslaved by your worst instincts, do you?”

“Fuck you! I'll never give up! I'll fight you to my last breath!”

Tempest pounced and plunged the shaft to the hilt. Twilight cried out in delirious ecstasy. “Mmm, Princess, you're so mixed up it's downright adorable.” Tempest wrapped her forelegs under Twilight's chest and drove into her with a long forceful thrust that stretched Twilight's pussy with such majestic pleasure she wanted to sing. The slow retreat of that wonderful stiffness was a grueling loss, and Twilight pushed back with her butt and took more of that shaft exactly where she needed it. Tempest bore down with her weight and immobilized Twilight under her immense strength. This is what Twilight always wanted. She needed to be controlled and put in her place. The strap-on's smooth wide base rubbed against her clit and took her breath away. Tempest wiggled her hips and rendered Twilight a shuddering mess.

Wet smacking sounds filled the room as Tempest settled into a steady rhythm. The impacts against Twilight's sore cheeks were a tantalizing texture over her growing bliss. Tempest's thrusts were smooth yet powerful, and it was easy for Twilight to lose herself in thought, even as Tempest kissed the nape of her neck and nibbled her ears. Tempest placed a pillow under Twilight's hips and forced her bottom into the air. This new angle allowed Tempest to hit a deeper, more sensitive spot along Twilight's back walls, and her mind went blank as an upwelling of unexpected pleasure seized her. Tempest's form molded into Twilight's back and she rolled her hips into a deep and powerful plunge that overwhelmed Twilight's lust-addled mind.

Twilight's frustrations with Tempest, the other princesses, her friends, herself—it all coalesced into a hot spark at the tip of her clitoris. She pursed her lips in the hopes Tempest wouldn't notice her impending release and deny her again, but the strength of her willpower was like gossamer in a hurricane. She let out a guttural moan into the mattress.

Tempest bottomed out and paused. The only sounds were their frantic breathing and the distant buzz of the vibrating egg under Tempest's tail.

“No, no, please,” Twilight begged. She wanted to hump backward, but she was trapped under Tempest's crushing weight. Tears welled in her eyes as her pent up desperation broke free. “Please let me cuuummm!”

Tempest's snout poked Twilight's ears. “Now why should I do that?”

“I've been good! I've been a good slave!”

“Have you? Good slaves don't keep secrets. Tell me about your friends.”

Twilight's heart skipped a beat. “W-What about them?”

“Where are they? What are they doing? Tell me and I'll soothe your aching cunt.”

Twilight groaned as she realized this was her utmost humiliation, the final degradation of her core values, and the sullying of her loyalty to Equestria and her friends. Yet her mind frayed, she lacked the willpower to stop herself, and she couldn't deny the oppressive ache in her marehood. “T-They were on the beach,” she said, willing to forfeit everything, to be a traitor, to do anything to find relief. “We found the hippogriffs. They wouldn't help us, so I tried to steal their magic pearl. That's why my friends abandoned me, because it was all my fault. I screwed everything up and now they hate me.”

Tempest pulled out and sank inside at an excruciatingly slow pace. “And?”

Twilight trembled and her tail went wild. “And then you showed up. That's all I know. Honest!”

“Well done, Princess. I know that was difficult. You should be proud of how far you've come. Discipline and humility have forged you into an obedient mare and a proper princess. Now remind me, who decides when you can cum?”

“You, Mistress, only you. If you will it I'll never touch myself again. I'm yours.”

Tempest pulled out until just the tip sat inside. “Do you wish to savor your last moments as a hopeless mare clinging to the past, or do you want a release from these burdens?”

Twilight moaned and wiggled backward as much as she could. “Yes, yes, give it to me! Fuck me!”

The weight vanished as Tempest rolled onto her side and left Twilight confused and beside herself in disappointment. A blue flash ignited the dildo with a brilliant electrical buzz. Tempest scrambled to mount Twilight again, her forelegs grabbing her shoulders, the flickering arcs from the strap-on hissing and popping, and with a grunt Tempest plowed deep inside.

“Ooh fuuuck!” Twilight shouted. The bed springs squeaked as Tempest rammed into her again and again. She wasn't stopping. This wasn't a trick. The sparkling blue shaft delivered rapturous erotic energy into the heart of Twilight's desperate marehood and set sparks to the fuel of her lust. She clamped her eyes shut as riptides of bliss pulled her into the churning heat. Teased and neglected no longer, her aching pussy finally found sweet salvation, and with a triumphant cry Twilight shuddered as the tension released all at once. Throbs of hot pleasure rippled through her in wave after wave of mind numbing ecstasy. That terrible ache melted away in the heavenly light, tears of joy poured from her eyes, and her walls clenched in appreciation around the invading cock as it filled her deepest fathoms with surging jolts of current. A soft whinny escaped her lips and she went limp.

“You were never better than me,” Tempest said with a derisive snort. “If a degenerate like you can become a princess there's something wrong with Equestria.” A dark and foreboding fury possessed Tempest, and her graceful movements turned volatile. She slammed into Twilight and forced a grunt from both their throats.

“Ah! Slow down a little,” Twilight pleaded.

Tempest gripped her tight and pounded away with a deranged frenzy. “I can't wait to see the look on your face when the Storm King drains every last drop of your magic. Then you'll have nothing.”

Twilight whimpered and buried her face in the mattress as she rocked forward from each thrust. She was small and fragile in Tempest's clutches. The strap-on's magic dissipated.

“You've always been an ugly failure,” Tempest said, her voice wavering. “No one will ever love a fuck up like you. You ruin everything you touch!”

Tempest's hips were an infernal engine hammering Twilight again and again without mercy. She poured out the totality of her hateful strength between Twilight's thighs, against her burning cheeks, trying to teach her some depraved lesson. The pillow positioned her hips so the ribbed shaft glided over the special spot on her front wall with each urgent thrust.

Tempest cast Twilight into a pit of dark disgusting desires where she was forever cursed to be a dirty fallen princess. After surrendering to her forbidden impulses she could never aspire to be anything more than a sinful caricature of a mare. Unholy ecstasy gripped Twilight and her eyes rolled back as another mind melting orgasm wracked her frail body and sent her into a lust drunken stupor. Tempest's heart thundered against her back.

“It would have been better,” Tempest said through pained gasps, “if you were never born.”

That's a screwed up thing to say, and to make matters worse Twilight wasn't even sure which one of them she was talking about anymore. Tempest's thrusting turned sloppy and erratic until she threw herself against Twilight and buried herself to the hilt. She hissed through gritted teeth and squeezed Twilight for dear life. The hairs in Twilight's mane tingled as electricity blasted from Tempest's horn and shot into the wall with a flash of iridescent colors. Tempest's mighty figure trembled while the vibrating egg satisfied her stormy passions, yet her anguished moans simmered with doubt and confusion. After a few last spurts of magic, Tempest weakened and rested against Twilight's shoulder, both of them panting as their hot sweat dripped down Twilight's back. They were mired in a swirling sea of mare scent. The comforting girth pulled out and left a woeful void as Tempest dismounted and rolled off to the side. She disconnected the strap-on from the belt and discarded it.

Twilight spoke through ragged breaths. “Are you okay? You can talk to me if you want. I'm here for you.”

A menacing laugh erupted from across the bed. “I'm peachy keen,” Tempest said as her horn charged with power. “You're the one who's fucked.”

Lightning exploded from Tempest's horn and surged into Twilight's sopping wet marehood. After two powerful orgasms this brought not moans of delight but a piercing shriek. Twilight scrambled away in a panic until the chain around her neck went taut and choked her. Tempest pulled her back by the shoulder as a fountain of sparks flew from her horn. “No, no, I can't take anymore,” Twilight said. “It's too much!”

Tempest shoved Twilight onto her back and yanked her legs apart. “You said you wanted a release from your old life, from everything that ever held you back. I'll show you the depths of your depravity and the limits of your flesh.”

“And I want you to show me, but just give me a second, okay? Just a—”

Another torrent of sparking energy blasted Twilight's hyper-sensitive clit, rushed up her back, and radiated into her limbs. She howled from the overwhelming assault and went rigid as a board. When she got this sensitive after an orgasm she always backed off and rested, but Tempest forced the issue, forced her nerves to go taut as wires. The electricity rocketed Twilight through the heavy fog of her mind and into a strange new realm. This was a sensation she never felt before, a hot, twitching urge along her front wall. The last vestiges of control slipped from her grasp. Her body was no longer hers. There was a heavy pressure and a sudden release.

Something was coming quick.

Clear liquid gushed between Twilight's quivering thighs in wave after wave of hot spurts. Time stood still as the feverish pleasure jetted out in a messy spray and splattered across the floor. Both Twilight and Tempest gawked at the fountain of pure mare lust arcing through the air. One of her legs twitched and kicked with each wave of sublime joy, totally beyond her control, beyond her comprehension, and her wings spread wide as she emptied herself. Twilight trembled like she was stranded in a blizzard and then suddenly pulled into a warm house. Her mouth fell open but convulsions rendered her mute. It was too good to moan, too good to beg, too good to do anything but abandon all reason. She fell against the mattress as she gave a final shudder and her wings fell limp at her sides. The last of her essence spilled between her legs and soaked the edge of the bed.

“You made a puddle,” Tempest said, sounding rather impressed. “Let's make a lake.” She knelt and pushed her muzzle into Twilight's flooded valley. Fears of hypersensitivity were long gone. Now the pleasure was pure and perfect, every lick, nibble, and spark a new rush of delight, until Tempest's horn surged with a silver light, a dancing, dazzling, hypnotic glow. Stinging electricity roared into her most private and sensitive places and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

A strange mare's voice rang out in the distance. “My cunt is yours,” she said over and over in a perverted mantra. “I'm a sinner. I'm a perverted freak. Punish me! Punish my dirty cunt!” She was completely deranged. That's when Twilight realized with a dawning embarrassment that she was the strange mare. She had never uttered so much gutter language in her entire life. The biting current warped and twisted her, and she couldn't help but fall into a trance where everything was permitted, where she could finally be herself. In no time at all another orgasm consumed her and a rush of sticky juices spritzed Tempest's muzzle. There wasn't as much of a gush this time, but the clenching waves of pleasure were even more debilitating, each wave partnered with a delicious pulse from her clitoris. Twilight's whole body wrenched from side to side, and Tempest's insistent tongue only spurred her onto more outlandish heights. A warm blush crept across Twilight's neck and chest as a sign of her corruption and sin.

Twilight descended into a giggling stupor. The bed felt so good against her back. She could grind against that wonderful fabric forever. Tempest was so serious and dour. The intensity in her eyes—combined with this carnival of perverted euphoria—produced an outrageous dissonance. Twilight laughed so hard she snorted.

Tempest pulled back and grimaced as she gathered energy for another salvo. She didn't seem to care if she hurt herself as long as she dragged Twilight down into the muck and mire, and Twilight was more than happy to cheer her on, but all that came out was a restless moan. An eruption of crackling electricity flooded Twilight's ravenous and unquenchable pussy, building her pleasure further and further until she soared up a lightning bolt into the heart of the storm. There was no pausing and no respite. All nuances were erased. Her clitoris was a glowing hot ember and her marehood was a raw bundle of nerves leading straight to her brain. Each rush of electricity was so overpowering she feared her heart might give out, but then another surge knocked down every last barrier in her mind. All self-doubt and restraint collapsed, and through the lusty haze she begged for more, but she wasn't sure whether her pleas formed coherent words or a stream of babbling nonsense. Twilight had never bathed in such distilled bliss. She couldn't stop cumming. Her orgasms came faster and faster and fed into each other until they joined together into a mountain that roared higher than all others into a bright and shining peak.

“I'm not letting go,” Tempest said through gritted teeth. “Take it all!”

Tempest's horn detonated and consumed the whole world with prismatic fury. A cataclysmic orgasm quaked through Twilight's body, through her blood and bones, each wave crashing down, rocking her pussy to the core, plunging her deep into a blinding ocean, washing away her mind, her memories, everything that mattered, awakening primal sexual impulses, buried truths beyond consciousness, a stupefying euphoria transcending mere language and thought. She leaped through the prison of her skin into the blinding flash of paradise. Soul sizzling heat drowned her formless mind in unbounded primeval pleasure. She knew she was about to die and welcomed the ultimate surrender.

The material world receded into a distant fog.

The ethereal plane beckoned.

A bridge formed across the living lightning and connected the two mares. Twilight peered through the layers of Tempest's psyche and into her past. Tempest was lost in a windswept wasteland where she fought off bandits and wild beasts. She gathered all sorts of strange creatures—misfits and refugees just like her—and formed her own band of marauders. Under her command they ruled the badlands with an iron hoof, until a traitor plunged a knife in Tempest's side and kicked her into a ditch. She crawled out and sought her revenge, but the rest of the petty warlords were scattered by the arrival of the Storm Empire. Twilight beheld Tempest's drive for greatness as she fought up the ranks and vowed to humiliate all those who ever doubted her. And at the very center of her psyche lay a kernel of self-loathing, entombed like a toxic pearl.

Twilight's memories surfaced in a kaleidoscope of emotions: Spike hatching from the egg, the gang watching the shooting stars from the hillside, the changeling invasions, her first awkward kiss with Pinkie, a heated argument with Rarity over the finer points of neoclassical poetry, the loss of the Golden Oak library, and her continual struggle to reconcile her belief in the goodness of others with all the pain and selfishness in the world.

The light evaporated and Twilight collapsed into a dark pit. They were back in the airship. Tempest panted nearby as she rested on her side. Twilight gazed into her hauntingly beautiful eyes as if for the first time. They knew each other in ways no one else could. They had seen the other mare at her worst, or best, or whatever that was. Tempest labored with great effort and dragged Twilight to the soft pillows. Tempest spooned her close, rested her muzzle against Twilight's shoulder, and caressed her sides in a long and slow massage. They enjoyed a shared silence and relaxed in each other's warmth while their coats mixed together.

“I've decided something,” Tempest said. “Out of all the ponies in the world I hate you the least.”

“Careful. That almost sounded like a compliment.”

Tempest hugged her close. “Oh Twilight, you're such a silly mare. I'm keeping you all to myself.”

“Am I hearing things, or did you just call me Twilight?”

Tempest chuckled. “That's your name, isn't it?”

“My name is whatever you say it is, Mistress.”

Tempest squeezed a little tighter. “If we work together, maybe we'll find a new Harmony outside the light, something that's an extension of our dark desires, something that isn't a hollow illusion. Do you think that's possible?”

“I don't know, but I trust you to show me the way.”

An inky gloom blanketed Twilight. She was cold and exhausted, but as long as Tempest held her close she was at peace. The shadows on the wall of her diseased mind told her everything would be okay. She had just saved Equestria. Or destroyed Equestria. It didn't really matter anymore. A tingling numbness beset Twilight's weakened extremities, sweat drenched her from head to tail, and more than anything else she was satisfied on a deep and cosmic level. Every particle of her body was exactly where it was supposed to be. Nothing was worse than misaligned particles.

Twilight's unhinged thoughts wandered further afield. The idea that she could have walled off her mind from her body was folly. Duality was an illusion. The mind was not superior or separate from the body, but wholly of it, just as a card catalog is part of a library. If her body was polluted then so too would her most private thoughts, and vice versa, which meant Tempest had been right all along. Self-doubt and simmering perversions had set the stage for her surrender long ago.

Ugh. Thinking expended too much energy. She didn't need to think anymore. Mistress Tempest would do that for her. She pressed back into Tempest's comforting embrace and let out a contented sigh. Thank heavens she didn't write friendship reports anymore, because explaining this one would've been a doozy.