Corruption of Ponyville

by Facinus

Chapters

The struggle
The summoning
The last act of resistance

The struggle

‘Cough’

My hooves are dyed crimson red. Her retaliation got me good. At least the stone wall cushioned the impact.

I would chuckle at the irony, if it didn’t hurt so much.

There is not even a tiny scratch on her.

How can there be such a difference in power between us?

‘Cough’

My chest hurts.

No, something else aches.

For a fleeting moment her radiant image flashes before my inner eyes and this strange pain intensifies.

What could be the meaning of this?

She draws closer.

I can’t see clearly anymore, but there is not even a tiny shred of doubt in me that she is smiling brightly, not hiding her sadistically enjoyment of my demise in the slightest. It’s her nature.

How shameful. I even struggle to stand up, as my whole body is trembling like a leaf at her overwhelming presence.

Is this what fear feels like?

Quite interesting. It saddens me that I have not the time to thoroughly analyze this irrational emotion.

After all, I am the last of us remaining.

I must defeat her here and now or else-

But how?

My vision is blurred. My wings are ripped. My horns are shattered. Even my fangs are chipped.

Now, she’s even mocking me with sweet lies and promises, trying to tempt ME. What an insult-

‘Cough’

My knees meet the ground and she chuckles. All my efforts must look like the tantrum of a foal, as I fail to even stand up without slipping.

This powerful, despicable emotion, my kind deeply dreads to ever show, now threatens to overtake my rational mind.

NO. We don’t. We never. We can’t.

Don’t- please- Don’t give her this final satisfaction.

How cruel, my own body betrays me. It burns in my eyes and yet it strangely soothes me.

But this shame, this humiliation can’t be simply washed away.

I’m sorry we’ve failed you, my lady.

No.

I’ve failed you.

Her shadow towers over me menacingly.

It doesn’t even matter anymore.

My mind is getting hazy from the strain and loss of blood.

There’s no way I can fend her off.

Is this truly the end?

“Ah!”

In an instant I was sitting straight up with my eyes shot wide open and my purple wings far stretched out. My throat burned from the intense scream of panic. Never had I experienced such a vivid dream, that my whole body didn’t stop trembling long after I had returned from Luna’s hooves soft embrace. I had to force myself to slowly breath in and out just to calm my racing heart, while pressing my hoofs tightly to my chest to comfort myself.

This fear- this overwhelming fear still lingered in my head. But why? What did I fear so much? The details of this fleeting dream escaped me too fast. I tried my best, but couldn’t hold on to them as my mind slowly calmed down.

But it was just a short respite.

As my mind slowly started to divert its attention to my surroundings, it became painfully obvious: This dream wasn’t the most unusual thing that had happened to me recently.

My body felt alien, I had no idea where I was, laying in a puddle of undefined liquids- in short, a normal Sunday morning for some ponies, but surely not for me.

My rational mind immediately tried to come up with a simple and reasonable solution for my situation like one of Pinkie’s parties in combination with Applejack cider gone awry, but the lack of a headache, nor any other typical symptoms of a hangover, ruled out this convenient possibility. Maybe some other drug? Even though I’d never indulge myself in such substances, I might have exposed myself accidently to one during an experiment.
Maybe it was an experimental drug with unexpected mind-altering properties strong enough to even affect alicorns like me? At least it would explain, why I couldn’t recollect the previous night and this unusual, all-encompassing feeling radiating through my whole body.

How should I even describe it for latter records?

Every touch, every sense of my body seemed amplified and twisted, as if every nerve had become bored of its mundane duty and decided to spice things up by constantly teasing my brain with tiny charges of joy. This resulted in this state of constant tension, far from an unpleasant one, but still a need of release lingered in my mind, sweetly promising something great if I obliged to its demands. Even the ordinary and obligatory act of breathing filled me with great bliss, but not an innocently one, I shamefully must admit.

“What happened here-?”, I asked myself aloud, not really expecting an answer as I stared baffled at my dark purple fur and blackened hooves. But expectations are always something strange-

‘She helped us’, a familiar voice answered me.

Immediately my ears pricked up.

“Who issss there?”, I asked my tongue strangely amplifying the ‘s’.

“Who is there?”, I repeated none answering me again. At least this time my tongue acted normally, even though it felt strange, somehow out of shape. Maybe this and the voice were nothing more than drug induced sensory disturbances?

Just to be safe I looked around the room for any signs of life, but at first glance nothing suspicious caught my eyes except- a cauldron?

A picture flashed before my inner eyes.

My head instinctually turned towards a desk and my eyes fixated an old book resting innocently on said construct made of dark ebony wood.

The image of the strange leather-bound tome conjured up an odd conglomerate of pictures and feelings in my mind. It would be exaggerated to call them actual memories. They were unconnected and faulty. It was impossible to make any sense out of them.

At least it didn’t require much deductive reasoning to come to the obvious conclusion that something had happened here- something important.

Everything in this room felt so strangely familiar. I had been here before-

“AH!”

Another torrent of pictures and emotions broke lose, tearing away my reasoning like a rapid stream. Like a shipwreck, I desperately tried to hold on to one of the fragments flashing before my eyes, a living-saving flotsam to not be drowned by this sheer endless current of conflicting and confusing memories. Whenever I focused on one of these elusive inner pictures, it escaped my grip like liquid water.

Finally, I managed to hold on to an especially vivid memory.

No, this was an exaggeration. It was more like a vague concept, something more like an idea rather than a real memory. A solemn word bearing a meaning that still eluded me.

‘Demon’

“Demon”, I repeated the word aloud.

“Demon. Demon. Demon”

I held tightly on to it, while begging and pleading to my brain to remember what happened here. Synapses fired the word towards their kindred, hoping for a reply, a response in form of a memory explaining all this, an answer to this lingering uncertainty slowly chipping away at my sanity.

But it wasn’t my brain that answered my pleading.

'Silly Twilight pretending to forget-'

“Wha-?!”

This saccharine-sweet voice, so terrifying familiar, yet exotic in its very nature, triggered another wave of pictures and sensations. They flashed before my inner eyes, too fast to focus on any of them and even if, there were still too many fragments and pieces missing to make any sense of it at all.

‘Stop. Please stop. This is our last chance. Please forget. Please. This is our only hope.’

Another far weaker, more distant voice of protest echoed in my mind, appealing to me to stop this search for answers, accepting this uncertainty as a gift, a last chance.

A last chance for what? Maybe those memories needed to be locked away, far from the light of day, but how could I ever heed its call? Who could condemn me for wanting certainty of what happened here?

No. No! There was a painful difference between the tension of uncertainty and this cruel, unforgiving desperation of unknowing that clung to me. This was no longer a matter of desire but utter need to know the truth. I HAD to remember.

“Oh Celestia”, I pleaded for an answer, “What have I forgotten?”

But somepony else answered in her stead:

‘Oh- Twilight. We could never forget our mistress’ gift’

‘Mistress’

For a moment time itself ceased and the world turned silent. A soothing calmness surrounded me, putting my restless mind at ease. In an instant all the trouble, worries and fears were blown away, just by this simple word.

“Mistress”, my lips uttered on their own.

‘Mistress’, it echoed in my mind. Nerves processed the word, synapses fired and it happened.

“AAHHHHH!!”

In an instant everything returned to me. No- crushed down upon me, and buried me underneath it.

“Stop. STOP! PLEASE STOP!”

Again and again I screamed, while tumbling through the room like a drunkard, trying to wave the unpleasant memories away like smoke with flailing hooves.

But it didn’t stop, not till the bitter end. After all, I just had to open Pandora’s box. Now I had to face the consequences.

Yes, it all returned to me, every little memory, sensation and detail.

The successful summoning, the sweet voices infiltrating my mind and my –

‘Willing fal-.’

“NO!”

I grabbed my head with my front hooves and shook it violently, renouncing those memories as mere products of my overflowing fantasy.

Think Twilight. Think!

Yes, just think about it.

Just calmly and rationally think about it.

Logical and rational thoughts. This is what I needed. Maybe I was really under the influence of an experimental drug?

Yes, the evidence supported this theory. There was no other logical explanation.

I’d never fall this low.

Never.

“NEVER!”, I screamed.

An emotional outburst, most likely due to the drug. Yes. I just had to wait till the drug’s effect ended. Till all my senses returned to normal, my eyes no longer tried to convince me that my fur color had gone darker and my brain stopped trying to convince me that my tongue had changed its shape.

‘Oh, please. Don’t delude yourself-‘

I felt silent, stopping dead in my track, as a terrible realization dawned upon me.

This voice- of course I’ve heard it before. But it just couldn’t be-

I slowly put my hooves back on the ground.

My head turned on its own, as my eyes followed its example and focused something in the corner of the room.

Normally, a large mirror decorated this part of the room.

Now, an alien being, barely resembling myself, stood there.

‘Will you finally listen to me?’

“You-you are-“

No coherent sentence escaped my lips.

“You. I am you.”

The demon finished my sentence, forcing my lips to say what I didn’t dare to utter.

Fire, no an inferno raged through my mind, engulfing me in a blaze of blind, undiluted anger as my body trembled violently, shaken by this most primal and strongest emotion of the mind.

“No! NO!”, I screamed at this fool image.

This wasn’t true! I wasn’t anything like this monster!

“You -You are the reason we are in this mess!”, I accused this foul being pointing with my right hoof at the smirking demon in front of me.

Everything was this beings fault! She tempted me- No, No, NO! Worse! WORSE! She-NO, it- IT controlled me! I would have never fallen this low on my own!

“Because of you -Mistress ‘No!’Mi-stress ‘No’ Mi-“ NO!

I grabbed my head, fighting against an invincible force putting those wicked words into my mouth.

“I-She-m-mo-“, my tongue twisted and turned on its own.

“She -mo-mo-she” I screamed again and again, forcing my tongue to cu-urr- cur-se the mo- our mistress.

“I HATE Y-“

“Ah!”, searing pain, beyond anything I had ever experienced, shot right through me as my tongue nearly ripped itself in pieces. I nearly passed out on the spot, before the pain deliberately slowly subsided.

Grabbing my still aching tongue with my right hoof,the realization hit me hard.

The room fell silent as I just stood still.

No sound, no voice. Just silence.

Why?

Why was I this powerless?

I couldn’t even curse her in my thoughts- I- I-

I was wrong- anger was nothing compared to the sheer endless void filling me now. In this moment, little tentacles of despair creeped through my mind, threatening to engulf me completely and drag me down to the darkest abyss to never return from.

Something, just anything would do. Any little beacon of light, would be enough. A small, tiny speck of my free will had to be left somewhere in me.

”She– she took our cutie mark.“

More, I couldn’t say. My body, my mind. Nothing allowed me to say or think worse about her. This sentence alone took all my willpower to utter.

But it was worth it.

In this moment I knew for sure, I was still me- still the same pony and still resisting this devil that had stolen everything from me.

I could overcome this. I could-

‘You might deny her, but look at us. Look at what she gave us-’

By now, I should have learned from my own mistakes.

Never listen to a demon’s voice, the sweet lies it tells are nothing but poison to your mind. It pierces deep, easily crumbles those walls of wariness with flatteries and shatters them with false promises.

And yet, who could ignore her own voice, especially if it speaks the truth?

There was no denial, my eyes were drawn to this mesmerizing image like a starving bee to the sweetest smelling honey.

‘We are beautiful.’

With this claim the other me fell silent. The image however did not change. My body moved on its own towards the mirror. Or maybe not. Maybe I just couldn’t deny the nagging curiosity to look closer at this twisted image of myself? Or had the demon just succeeded again in lulling me into a false sense of security and pulling my strings like a puppet?

It didn’t know the reason, but it mattered little for me in this moment.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web, I could not escape the otherworldly beauty captivating my mind and holding my eyes hostage.

Was this really me? My hoof followed this reflection’s silhouette pressing softly against the cold sensation of the glass to ensure this wasn’t just a dream.

The resemblance was undeniable, but every little imperfection of my former body, I had cursed under heavy tears not long ago, had miraculously vanished. There, right before my very eyes, was the being I wanted to be for her.

In this moment I could easily picture it-

There we stood. For a fleeting moment our eyes met, amethysts greeting each other in silence.

Then my shining fur awakened a wicked curiosity in her, binding her eyes to me. Slowly they wandered engraving the tempting image of my slender body deep into in her mind, before resting on my firm rump and gorgeous flanks.

I slowly and playfully moved my blackened hoof through this mane more radiant than the last rays of the setting sun. Its ethereal shine drew her in closer like the esca of an anglerfish his prey. Right before me she leaned forward to meet those full, crimson red lips, as ripe as the finest wine. Her tongue slowly parted her lips invading this mouth of mine to meet with my own. The feeling of its slender form wrapping around her own tongue and its exotic texture was far too alluring in nature for a pony to resist. She was already mine- but I wouldn’t make it this easy for her. I softly pushed her away, parting our lips, leaving only a pinkish trail of salvia between us.

In my fantasy no prude pony tail was hiding my delicious mounds, nor my ripe breasts any longer. Playfully I turned around, drawing a gulp of surprise and anticipation from her. Under the sight of this epitome of femininity, she willingly renounced the stupid wish for masculinity. I lead her to the nearest bed, resting my back softly on it. Smiling and inviting her closer with an alluring voice, I spread my hindlegs wide showing my moist lips and my large crotchboobs filled to the brim with the most delicious, yet treacherous gift. Just like me before, she fell to the temptation, drawing closer to fill her thirst-

‘Stop’

‘Stop’, a weak voice of protest tried returned me to this harsh reality away from her.

‘Not like this- ‘

“Not like this”, I repeated mechanically. Half-awake at best, I was breathing heavily, as warm fluids tickled down my legs.

“Why not?”, I asked confused.

Who was I even talking to?

‘Yes, Twilight. Why stop? Now even she can’t deny us.’

“Yes, she can be ours- “, half drunken with lust I uttered, wishing to return to this vivid fantasy.

The image in the mirror smiled, so tempting, so beautiful.

‘Not just her’, it whispered.

‘Just look at us- ‘, her voice alone fueled my depraved mind with even more wicked thoughts.

She was right. No pony, no being with the tiniest bit of desire could resist this living artwork made of flesh.

‘Don’t. Don’t please- ‘

My lips bit themselves bloodily, but my eyes didn’t move away, too enticing were the two jewels right between my hindlegs.

‘Let’s test them, shall we?’

Driven by a wicked curiosity and bewitched by this demonic voice I sat down on my hindlegs and spread them far apart to get a good view at myself.

Awe overwhelmed me as I stared at my own mammaries. They were so full, yet so ripe and firm. A twisted sense of pride filled me in the knowledge that even Cadence’s breasts paled in comparison to them. Checking if they were real my right hoof slowly approached them.

The moment the tip of my hoof touched the sensitive and delicate skin a spike of pleasure hit me and a soft moan escaped me.

‘More- ‘

“More”, I repeated, my hooves already softly exploring the landscape of this new mountains right between my legs. My envious lips quivered from the sensation of just tenderly touching their till now so often neglected sisters. New, alien desires and debauched fantasies rose from the depths of my mind.

I wondered, if just touching them felt this great, what would happen if somepony would drink from them, softly suckling on those swollen tits?

I closed my eyes as pictures of my friends and family flashed before me, before my depraved mind settled on the image of Spike.

I shuddered at the sacrilegious thought crossing my mind, not in revulsion but in anticipation.

‘It is just imagination, nothing more. There is no harm in imagining’, the sweet voice soothed any protest, as if there was any left in me.

Before my inner eyes an image of Spike materialized.

At first, he was obviously confused and unsure what to do. Then a tempting glistening caught his eyes, sparking an innocent curiosity in him. Just like a fly tempted by a predatory Venus flytrap, a single drop of delicious ambrosia drew him in, sealing his fate. Slowly he approached me, biting his lips, starving for my taste. Slowly and carefully I rubbed my breasts, as the mental image of Spike put his tiny claws on them. Resting his chest on the ample flesh, my softness engulfing his body, he was breathing deeply the sweet musk permitted from my skin. His body knowing very well what to do, he tightly grabbed my breasts.

The harsh treatment drew a single drop from them. The black pearl slowly ran down my perfect fur, his eyes eagerly following its slow descend, while his mouth watered at this forbidden delicacy. The anticipation overwhelming him he caught it with his scaly claw. Teasingly I would tempt him to try this little drop, well knowing it would condemn him to his most primal desires.

His draconic tongue flickered above the drop drawing in the alluring smell setting his nerves on fire. Without further hesitation he bathed his taste buds in its forbidden taste.

His eyes rolled back, as his breath became erratically. The taste alone overloaded all his senses and flooded his poor, innocent mind with new, strange desires. How cute- ashamed of himself he hesitated to give in just yet. My tongue flickered and the sweetest of voices encouraged him to engulf himself and accept this wonderful gift. My voice pierced deep, echoing through his mind again and again it easily eroded any resistance to dust.

His eyes focused on my swollen nipples and then he slowly opened his now painfully dry mouth. Finally given in to the temptation, he tightened his grip on my ripe breasts. He leaned forward, so close to taste the sweet poison that will corrupt him and allow me to devour his very being.

“Yes, fall- “, I hissed.

A delightful gasp escaped me, as Spike carefully and cautiously closed his mouth around my tit, slightly scratching my skin with his canines. It soon turned into an elongated moan as he tormented my swollen nipple with his first sucking motions. My body tensed, denying him his reward. Much to my delight, he only intensified his efforts.

Tiny waves of pleasure rocked through my body in tandem with his sucking motions. A pleasant heat concentrated right between my loins, but it was nothing compared to the flaming passion in my nipples only he could still. Muscles relaxed and tensed where they were none before, as something swelled up deep in me, something ready to burst out.

He didn’t care what happened to me, he only wanted his delicious treat. Without rest he continued to suckle, harder and harder, roughly scratching and piercing my blacked areolas with his teeth. The rough treatment only increased the pressure in my breasts. More and more. So close. Just a tiny bit more-

I arched my back, lost in the sensation of an another, familiar pressure between my loins building up with every suckle, every teasing of this tongue on my sensitive teats.

His impatience grew. He roughly nibbled on my teats and suckled harder- till a mind-shattering gush of liquorice shot out of my breasts down his parched throat.

As reality and imagination blended together my hoofs snapped back grabbing themselves and wrapped around my chest, throwing me on my back as waves of pleasure assaulted my body and torrents of liquid trickled down my hindlegs. An overwhelming orgasmic bliss blanked out my mind.

Only slowly the blissful aftershocks rippling through my body subsided as a strange hunger awoke in me. I licked my lips- the image of Spike still lingered in my mind. A shiver ran down my spine towards my twitching tail. I still needed something from him. Even though I still laid on my back, my tail wagered like a cat’s, unknown to me losing some hairs in the process.

Yes, I needed something from him, but what?

Suddenly it dawned upon me.

“No”, I whimpered as I reflected upon my twisted desire.

Would I really go this far to devour -

A small bubble of praise filled with the finest mixture of endorphins exploded in my brain at this implication alone, signaling myself and my body its approval to continue- to finish what this body was supposed to do. Oh, and it rejoiced and trembled in anticipation, ready for more, blissfully amplifying every sensation a hundredfold to weaken any lingering resistance.

‘No’, I pleaded to my brain and begged my body, but none would listen as both yearned for more overwhelming me with foreign sensations, instincts and emotions.

I couldn’t fall this low. I couldn’t!

I could not and I would not!

I just had to survive this assault on my senses. Just hold out for the moment.

Sooner or later my mind would acclimatize to this new situation, adept to this sensual overload.

I tried to lay on my back without moving or thinking, but every tiny movement activated a cascade of nerves, which happily fueled the flames of desire raging through my body and mind. Even the feeling of my chest touching my hooves with every breath was driving me nearly mad.I was in control, not this burning inferno raging in my loins, nor this carnal craving daring to superimpose itself over reasoning.

“No”, I finally screamed, shaking my head furiously.

“I would have never gone this far!”, I heralded for the whole world to hear.

Oh, how I wished this to be the truth- this little self-deception to become reality.

There, pressed on this cold, emotionless stone ground, I was fighting against my winking pussy demanding attention, accusing me of neglecting it for my perfect round breasts and it knew precisely how to get it from me.

With every wink my enlarged clit twitched and shuddered against my painfully swollen vulva, pulsating with desire for the courtesy of something parting them again and again, preferably roughly and animalistic. But it would also graciously settle on the tender touch and skillful caressing of my hoofs.

I was so close to give in to their demands, grinding my needy pussy roughly along this stony ground just to clench this heat.

There was no was way to deny this bitter-sweet reality.

This accursed body was becoming more and more an instrument of lust and corruption trying to tempt me even further in to giving in.

As if on cue a divine- no- a demonic smell filled the air.

Oh, this smell, musky, yet rich of false promises. It tenderly embraced your smelling sense, while promising to never release it from its motherly grip ever again. Your nerves rejoiced, sending these glad tidings of joy to your brain numbing those worries and second thoughts even further.

Of course, I knew its source, but that didn’t stop my eyes from being drawn towards my loins.

But my breasts were not yet satisfied, either. Driven by envy my ‘little’ girls did their worst do ensure they would never be neglected again from me and they succeeded.

Their alluring glow easily caught my attention. Black poisonous droplets leaked and dripped out of my huge breasts, disguising themselves as the purest ambrosia. At the look my mouth watered, just like back then. For my feeble mind, these onyx pearls represented nothing more than the most perverted reminiscences of my mistress gift.

‘Mistress- ‘

“Mistress- “

Her image flashed before me, imposing itself over everything else.

The simple thought of her unimaginable beauty triggered something strange in me.

A vortex of unexpected emotions arose and tore apart the last bits of reasoning and logic.

This destructive whirlwind of envy, greed and many more of their wicked kind distilled into one yearning- a deep, all-consuming craving for more.

‘Not enough’

True.

There were still so many things to change, I thought to myself as I imagined my mistress beautiful eyes and her beautiful wings.

‘Please-stop- ‘

Did I hear something in the corner of my mind?

‘So much is still missing’

Yes.

Never before my mind and body had agreed more on something-we had to be more like her, to become complete.

“More- “, I moaned like a bitch in heat as my hoof slowly wandered towards my moistening folds.

‘Yes. Accept it. Let go.’

Laying on the cold ground, I gently dragged my right hoof down my body across the soft coat of my belly, triggering a delightful little tingle.

Skillfully it moved between the valley of my little mountains, before its tip grazed softly along their needy sister.

A moan filled the room as my right hoof traced along my vulva, exploring its surface in circular motions.

My second hoof followed its example and gently touched my outer lips and softly rubbed against them, delicious liquid slowly wetting my hole anew, forming a little puddle beneath me.

‘More, accept it’

“Yessss”, I hissed, my snake like tongue flicking in the air, as my right hoof now slowly traced my slit.

My little clitoris eagerly winked against my blackened hoof, sending shivers up my spine. Paying the poor thing more attention, it graciously rewarded me with sending little waves of pleasure through my body. My mind demanded more and I picked up the pace, rubbing faster and harder. One hoof danced across my slit, diving in and out of it again and again, the other playing with my winking clitoris.

Soon, like a common whore, I was showing no restrain as I masturbated on the cold ground. My degenerate act, only filled the darkness and the need for more. The raging flames of desire burned away my doubts and remolded me in my mistress shape.

Faster and faster, I rubbed myself, even scrapping my bottom along the stony ground like a bitch in heat to drive my corruption on. More, even more, my body and mind screamed. Imagines of my friends laying besides me, going through their own metamorphosis, probing each other in sinful indulgences flashed before my inner eyes.

Their mind and will broken just like mine, replaced by the desire to spread and create more of us and this wonderful urge to mate with others.

But why stop by my friends? My left hoof slowly moved up and started to caress my poor neglected boobs, so ready to be suckled on. I flickered my right nipple and squished my breasts hard. My walls replied to the stimulus by clenching tightly around my other hoof inside of me, causing another wave of pleasure.

I hissed and moaned as more tainted images, more depraved thoughts emerged from the depths of my mind. Before my inner eyes, I saw it. Spike engulfing in his most primal desires, breeding me while suckling on my swollen teats.

With every push, I drove my hoof deep into me, with every suckle, I pressed my breast in unison. The sweet voice drove me on- to continue this sacrilege act. His intense thrust drove me closer and closer to the peak till I felt my whole body tense and slightly tremble.

I bite my lips as hard as possible, while Spike changed right in front of my inner eyes. There, engulfed by and tainted through my corruption, emerged an impish creature, free of his pesky own will.

A being only meant to spread corruption- ‘A toy for us to play with’

This final whisper was too much.

I arched my back and screamed out as my whole body shuddered in ecstasy.

A river broke loose and torrents of blackish liquid streamed out of me. Wave after wave of my cum splashed against the stone ground, each triggering another explosion of endorphins in my brain prolong this climax till my mind could no longer handle the pleasure. It simply shut down and I collapsed on the spot.

As I slowly regained my senses, my eyes were drawn once again to the mirror.

My sclera was black as Luna’s night. My slit-like pupil surrounded by a yellow iris fixated on my wings, widening, as they slowly lost their feathers.

‘No’, a weak, dying whimper echoed through my mind.

‘Just a little bit more,’ the alluring voice tried to soothe the first.

In this moment desperation and need for more filled me equally.

I felt my teeth turn sharper in my mouth and canines violently broke through my gums.

The sudden pain amplified the ‘No’ echoing through my mind and weakened the voice encouraging me to finish my transformation.

‘Please, no’, it resounded in my head far louder and desperate than before.

‘Let’s finish it!’

“NO!”

The mirror shattered in thousand pieces, broken by a ball of purple magic.

I was still me.

“I WAS STILL ME!”, I proclaimed for the world to hear.

No, no. I-I wouldn’t fall this low. Those needs, those desires meant nothing for me. I would find a solution. I would find one. I-I-just- I just-

“No”, I stated with frightening calm in my voice.

First of all, I needed something different. Something very important.

A mere second later I focused every ounce of magic on myself. The purple stream of energy emitted from the tip of my horn brushed through my fur and mane, covering my whole body in a pleasant warmth.

There I stood, the same alicorn I was hours ago. By Celestia, I knew it was just a fake image, but I needed this more than anything right now.

A sigh escaped my lips. Time. Just a little bit of time and I would find a way to turn back- a cure for this disease. Yes, I was sure of it.

‘Lust is no disease,’ this sweet- sweet, divine voice called out to me as I stared at a large piece of the mirror right between my hooves. My right hoof slowly moved toward the piece, reflecting a perfect being. A true succupony-

It was shattered by the force of my hoof crushing down on it. The splitters buried deep into my flesh, yet the pain was far more welcome than those mad mumblings of my deprived mind.

A strange form of pride filled my very being.

I had not wielded to this final temptation and proven my willpower with this act of defiance.

I should just reward myself a little bit-

‘No!’

I slapped myself hard, nearly drawing blood in the process. The pain successfully silenced those lingering voices of wicked lust and carnal cravings for good- or at least till I found a cure.

A cure. Yes, the cure.

There had to be a cure- somewhere hidden in all those books in this room. I was sure of it. But where to start?

I looked around and it immediately caught my eye.

Of course, where else to start than the origin of this dilemma? Maybe I had missed something crucial?

I grabbed the book with my magic and opened it.

As my eyes meet the first page of the book, an unusual feeling washed over them as the ink itself twisted and character changed position. My new eyes pierced right through the shroud of high level illusion magic, I couldn’t even detect mere hours ago. Without a doubt it was done by someone of my own kind- I mean a succupony.

In my distressed search for a cure, I read the hidden message aloud:

Dear Twilight,

I knew you will find these words.

I had always known, words could hold power, but those characters, those tiny constructs of ink and a little bit of magic pierced deeper than any of Celestia’s scolding has ever done before. Those letters had a frightening weight in them. There was no speck of doubt in me, who had left this message for me to find.
But how could Miss-Mis-Mi-Lil-Lily know I would find those words?

In panic reconcile the next book.

Should I feel offended? No, more importantly, how does she know so much about me?

I can only imagine how confused and conflicted you are right now.

Who wouldn’t be? I- nearly cried as I wanted to scream at the book at this mockery hidden behind a thin veil of false pretense, but my heart couldn’t feel anything else than a child’s comfort in the soothing words of her mother.

Not even this much freedom was left for me?

I am sorry, I really am, but I could not stay. There are rules I must apply to or else there are dire consequences.

By now, I am pretty sure you have quite a few theories and questions and expecting some answers.

The text had reached the end of the page.

Yes, I had questions. Many, many questions. Enough to fill whole libraries with them and at the same time I wanted to keep them to myself.

Could I even handle the answers?

What a conflicting paradox- The fear of knowing versus the fear of unknowing. Any other time I might have enjoyed musing over it, but in this moment I had to make a decision.

My hoof shook, the corner of the page held tightly by it.

Well, too bad. I am having far too much fun, letting you guess.

What? Is this just a game for her?

I-I- couldn’t get angry. Even as the tendrils of despair gnawed at my sanity, I couldn’t feel angry at her. Was I nothing more than a puppet?

Don’t worry I tell you once we meet again.

For now, just don’t worry too much and enjoy your new body.

By this I mean share it with your friends and family.

No-

‘YES’

This is NOT an order.

I want you to do this do by your own will.

Yes, I grant you your free will, at least for now.

A sigh escaped me. Was it relief or-?

No, I- I won’t yield. I won’t harm those close to me.

Fall, Twilight. Fall of your own accord.

I won’t, Lily. I will not. I’ll fight this.

But let this be my only warning.

If you don’t give in to your urges, they will overwhelm you.

We can control, but never deny our nature child.

If you truly care for those around you, then don’t yield, but lead your desires.

No, I will neither.

Well I expect you to put up a good little struggle with yourself. It makes the moment you finally give in SO much

better.

Once you accept your new nature and become a full succupony, I order you to summon me again, till then you are

free to do as you wish.

Your mistress

Lictyle

Not if I can help it.

Suddenly the realization hit me and I smiled brightly.

I was overjoyed at the small beacon of hope, she had just given me.

With my free will back, I could easily fight this.

With renewed vigor I rushed towards the bookshelf, ready to scan and skim through every book for an answer.

If there was any way to reverse this transformation I should be able to find it this way.

As if fate itself decided to assist me in my attempt or just to mock me, a dusty script fell out of the bookshelf right at this very moment.

I grabbed it with my magic and levitated towards my face.

Study on theoretical demonization

A deeper insight in archaic rituals of Preseperation times by R. Dawn

From the looks of it, it most likely was some kind of research paper.
Odd, I had looked through this bookshelf hundreds if not thousands of times before and yet, I had never noticed it.

Could this already be the answer I was looking for?

A quick glance inside dampened my hopes harshly.

Somepony had invested a lot of time and effort in censoring most of the script. Several pages were missing including the abstract and other pages were partly blackened out or (magically?) blanked out, thus rendering whole text passages completely unreadable.

Anger swelled up in me. Who would ever do this to a poor research paper? What an unforgivable crime against science!

Ponies like this should –

I pushed my anger aside for the moment. No, there were more pressing matters at hoof.

Not ready to give up hope yet, I skimmed through the remaining pages, trying to make some sense of it till I reached a more or less readable part.

Intense study of over 100 sources let us conclude that demonization was practiced by Preseperate demons before and during the ‘Great Breach’.

Great, this short sentence was already followed by a blanked paragraph.

The process seemed to be very simple. By overexposing the chosen victim to corruption, it would alter the magic composition of the person triggering a forced adaptation to the concentrated miasma, thus introducing the transformation. A huge part of the victims soul34 was then extracted to ease the progress of the transformation, compare █████, █████ or█████. These sources state it was done solely for the purpose of the transformation, but in fact, it is far more likely that the reverse was true. It can be assumed the transformation was more of a side effect. We also have to differ between demonization and █████

Magic composition? If this is true it should be somehow reversible. Unluckily, most of the following paragraph was blacked out.

Slowly the soul █████

The process thus rendered irreversible.

No! What was missing here? Maybe there is an answer in the following passage.

The resulting demon depended on different factors, such as race, magical power, and suppressed desires. The time frame also seemed to play a factor according to █████. The same source describes █████ as the most important factor for the theoretical45 transformation into █████. For the sake of completion, it needs to be pointed out, that there has never been a documented case of the latter.

Another long unreadable paragraph filled the rest of the page. But I still hadn’t given up hope yet and turned the page.

In conclusion the sire can influence the result of the demonization greatly, assuming it was willingly induced by the demon.

Another blank part.

This was getting ridiculous.

For the successful demonization a tiny part of the victims soul had to be exposed and altered by miasma. This means that the demon had to restrain herself or himself to only devour a part of the soul. Most sources describe this as an extreme task of will force, often requiring the order of their master for lesser of our kind to even be able to do this. Although this was less problematic back then as most demons were bound to █████.

According to ancient authors there was also the aspect of personal pleasure in harvesting the whole soul to consider. ‘blank paragraph’

These factors resulted in some aristocrats publicly advocating in always devouring the whole soul. One of the most well-known instances of those public discourses is █████ speech in front of █████:

‘Oh █████, please lend me your ears for I speak but the truth-who should ever be blamed for following her nature? Above all, to thine own self be true! Nothing is sweeter than the last drops, the very finest essence of a being. So, let them be lesser of the imps, free of their foolish selves embracing eternal ecstasy rather than reprehensible chastity, or let us guide them, free them from their shackles, if not even lead them to the final doors to let others judge their life and let us engulf in this eternal bliss and free us just once for this – █████‘

Followed by another lengthy blanked paragraph. Eager I continued to look for readable parts of the text, till I found one.

This of course leads to lesser impinization66, turning into a thrall67 or to the death of the creature, compare for the latter two to the more common feeding practices before █████68.

I nearly dropped the paper for a moment. Suddenly I was quite glad Lictyle decided to turn me into a succupony rather than the alternatives.

No, I should not be happy about this, no matter the circumstances.

Several of the next pages were completely unreadable, till I reached a handful of pages that were completely unscathed. But this wasn’t the only unusual thing about them. They described various spells and rituals to turn thralls into lesser demons and even how to turn certain demons into other demons. In my opinion they didn’t seem to fit the context of the rest of the paper very much.

Maybe the pages were meant to be the addendum?

Well, it least I could use them to gain a better understanding of the magical principles behind this transformation- at least I hoped so.

The spell structure was- unique. Archaic, wild and chaotic were the best ways to describe it. It was like a completely different type of magic school. They felt less like spells- more like commands- words that held power by themselves. I had never seen something like that before-

No matter how often I read them, there was no obvious logic, no rational pattern behind them. They didn’t even share any similarities between them.

Paradoxically, every spell on its own was far from complex or difficult to remember. My brain had no problem to memorize them after just one read. No, this was not the truth. It was more like that the spells engraved themselves into my brain.

I hated to admit it, but it was not possible for me to rework the spells into something I could use to turn back into a pony.

But there was still one final page left.

It seemed out of place, like tuckered in. It was thicker, the material far studier than the rest of the pages and there was no censoring at all.

My curiosity peaked, I read the page aloud.

In conclusion to reverse the demonization we first must understand the process itself.

What? Had fate finally decided to smile upon me?

A warning upfront:

Once the spell has activated there is no turning back till the spell has concluded on its own.

Please continue at your own risk.

What spell?

As mentioned above, first we will analyze the demonization process. For this we will familiarize us with the practice itself, by reading the following exempt out of an old manual on ‘How to successfully turn your mortal lover into a succupony’. To ensure the highest possible authenticity, the following passage was enchanted by level 5 illusion magic.

Thus the described situation will materialize itself in a very realistic illusion. Any form of interruption or preemptively ending of the spell can and will lead to dire consequences for the caster. If you are not willing to take the risk, please refrain from continuing past this point.

Well, this seemed a quite unusual approach, but there was a certain logic behind it. To solve a problem, one must understand it before.

Yet a manual on this specific topic seemed a little bit too far fetched for really gaining a deeper understanding of the process itself.

Additionally, I wasn’t very eager to see this scenario unfolding in front of my eyes, considering the current state of my body and mind.

What alternative did I really have?

A bright smile formed on my face.

There was a glaring obvious one:

I could just turn the page and skip the spell.

Individual steps of the procedure cannot be skipped. Please return to the previous steps.

Well, no cheating I guess. But should I really risk it?

‘It’s just an illusion’, this familiar voice echoed in my mind.

It had fooled and tempted me before, there was no way I could trust it again.

But there was also this grain of truth behind its words.

At least if the author didn’t lie.

But this was currently my only clue.

Should I really trust this unknown author?

But he or she even warned the reader-

I can’t remember how long I wagered with myself. Listing the pro and cons in my head, while my body constantly reminded me that I HAD to find a cure fast, very fast.

Ultimately, I decided to grab the helping hand of fate, preferring this foolish little ray of hope over the unspoken possibility, I deeply feared to accept as reality.

The moment I read the first word, my horn flared on its own.

The darkness in the room deepened, as every other source of light dimed till it disappeared behind a veil of shadows.

Characters turned from ink to little purple flames, flooding from the page up into the thin air forming new words. Before rushing towards my face and then disappeared the moment I closed my eyes in surprise and fear.

My own voice echoed in my mind:

First picture her.

As I opened my eyes again an unicorn wearing the clear sky as its fur with a silvery mane woven by the beautiful rays of the first spring moon stood before me. Her eyes made of the finest amethyst met mine and my heart stood still for a moment as she greeted me with a genuine smile brighter than the sun.

THIS smile. I had seen it before. I remember-

Admire her.

None needed to tell me this. There was not one waking moment I felt anything else for her.

What can’t you admire about a living mystery hidden behind a fortress no army had ever conquered? What was she hiding behind those walls of solid pride? Even in the face of immortality, she had never bowed with awe, only in mockery, defying every common sense with her pride.

How can you not be intrigued at such irrational behavior?

Maybe in the beginning it was less admiration then obsession born from this fascination.

Would it have stayed like this if not for this tiny slip?

Would I be here if not for this one key moment that changed everything?

Approach her. Speak with her.

“Tri-Tri-Tri”, I stuttered getting closer to the elusive unicorn.

What-what should I tell her, I haven’t confessed already?

No, back then I didn’t tell her anything. Back then I stayed silent.

Let your instincts guide you-

There she stood. Close enough to touch her, still smiling exactly like in that one fateful night.

Let your instincts guide you.

And I let history repeat itself. Our lips met driven by carnal lust, a faint taste of the finest elixir Applejack had ever brewed still lingering on them. I felt her hoof warping around me, our lips becoming one, but this time I wouldn’t let them part as those doubts returned.

This time I didn’t turn back not knowing, as her tongue traced my lips, asking for entrance.

This time I parted them letting her into me.

This time I took my sole chance, as my own tongue breached her lips and pushed past her teeth eagerly tasting the variety of flavors her mouth provided.

Time itself dared not to move and interrupt us, as our tongues explored foreign territories, writhing and wriggling against each other’s. She carefully licked my canines and I entangled our tongues in response. Soon our playful antics turned to a fierce battle for dominance. Our tongue pushed, embraced and struggle with each other. Again and again.

Neither of us admitted defeat till our lungs screamed for oxygen and we pulled back for air.

“Is this really an illusion?”, I asked panting heavily, the strong taste of fermented Apples with a hint of blueberry still lingering on my tongue.

“Does it matter? “, she simply responded.

Did it?

Tell her how you feel.

“I- “

I-I love you.

Those words just died in my throat. Why?

“Shh- It’s okay. Keep those for her- “, she said her left hoof softly pressing against my lips, as her right hoof wrapped around my body, pulling her closer again.

Tell her what you want from her.

“What do you want from ME?”

Her muzzle softly brushed against my neck, planting small kisses along it.

It felt so real- far too real. Was this all just a powerful illusion spell or more?

Her kisses intensified. Every time her velvet lips touched my neck her sneaky little tongue would slide out between them and pressed itself against my sensitive skin sending a small shiver up my spine, before it parted, leaving a hot and moist spot on my fur.

The inquisitive part of me demanded answers. An explanation how this spell could fool my senses in so many ways.

“Answer me- “, she said right before she nipped my neck.

And this part of me was brutally silenced by the rest of my body, who couldn’t care less if this was an illusion, a disguised changeling or whatever else-

“Still my lust. I want you to still my lust. “

A strange smile formed on her face.

Lead her to a comfortable and safe place.

Around us the room shifted, expanded and shrank at the same time. The corners become round and the ceiling grew upwards, as hundreds of books and scrolls materialized out of thin air. The walls turned wooden and the ground beneath raised itself. I turned around and saw a winding staircase appearing behind me.

This place- how is this possible?

As I turned around again I found her laying on a bed with a sun and moon motif printed on its sheets.

“That’s my old room- “, I whispered in utter disbelief.

But there was something more interesting happening.

Right before my eyes the young unicorn spread her legs far apart.

“I am yours”, she playfully said with her right hoof stretched towards me.

‘I’- the last, definite proof this was just a fake.

An illusion, nothing more than a product of my imagination and some ancient magic.

‘You could do everything to her without any consequences.’

‘No- ‘, this weak voice, now nothing more than a dying whimper in my mind, objected.

And it was right. I- I could still fall deeper-

I could lose everything-

‘Let go. Don’t worry. We can change back, remember? That’s why we are doing this’

Stop- just stop with your temptations-

‘Why? Admit it!’

Please, stop.

‘Listen to your body. You need this.’

My sensitive skin craving for a tender touch, my full breasts demanding blissful release, my aching lips begging for the feel of their kind pressed tightly against them and my winking clitoris burning for attention all approved in unison to those fool words. Even my brain craved more of this sweet release only the most sinful of acts could provide, releasing sweet little chemicals amplifying the anticipation and clouding what was left of my fading judgment.

‘Admit it. Be honest with yourself for once. You can’t fight this. You don’t even want to.’

Betrayed by your body and deceived by your brain- Who could ever fight this? Why should I-

‘Them’- so weak so fragile-the last dying breaths of something deep inside me, yet its message so powerful.

“For them- I can’t”, I said turning my head away from the unicorn and the alluring temptation it represented.

“Don’t delude yourself. This has nothing to do with them. You are just afraid”

Cold and harsh. The very same words just like her back then.

In an instant she had ripped every layer of pretense away and crushed every wall of hypocrisy I had ever build.

I turned towards her, moving closer.

“I could- “, I riposted only to lack the words to actually finish my own sentence.

“This isn’t about them. You are just afraid to let go. To let instincts rule over rationality”

Again.

Again it hurt so deep.

‘Don’t repeat your mistake. Don’t run away.’

“I-I- am”

“There’s no harm, no lasting consequences- Let go. I exist only for your pleasure”, she said spreading herself wide open to give me a good view at her moist lips and winking clitoris before crossing her hindlegs in an elaborating gesture, “Or do you want to repeat your mistake again?”

Those words were the last straw that broke the camel's back. Once again, she managed to put that final nail in the coffin my reason and restrain laid and carried them to their early grave.

‘Let every dark desire free- ‘

Make her open herself to you.

Yes.

A warm feeling washed over my body.

“Spread yourself for me”, I said moving forward, dropping the illusion of an alicorn, revealing my new body to her with only my feathery wings and hairy tail remaining from my previous form.

It was strange. The instant I said those words and dropped this disguise I felt so much lighter- freer than ever before. As if a heavy burden just had left me.

“But I am afraid- “, she said trying her best to look and sound innocent, as a true succupony towered right above her.

My blackened hoof slowly caressed her tender cheeks. I looked deep into her amethyst eyes, then softly spoke, my elongated tongue slightly touching her blueberry lips:” You don’t have to be my love”

A soft blush ran across her face. She slowly opened her legs and closed her eyes, leaning forward to repeat what happened minutes ago.

But I was interested in another pair of lips and I wasn’t going to wait any longer.

I brought my right hoof to her puckered lips and put my left hooves between her loins.

“Twilight-What a-?”

“Shhh-“, I softly pressed my hoof against her velvet lips hushing her feeble attempts of protest, before pushing her slightly opened legs far apart.

Let her feel loved, yet dominated by you.

“Just relax”, I said moving my right hoof slowly down her body, gently snaking along her belly and slightly brushing her peptide little breasts, before straying to her inner thighs. She bit her lips in anticipation as I lowered my head to meet her already eager marehood. It was damp, the fur around it dark blue, slightly clenched in her warm juices. The rich musk emitted from her overflowing eagerness filled my flaring nostrils with raging fire and the only way to clench it was more of it. So, I leaned in closer, leaving just a hair's breadth between our lips and then closed my eyes. I took a deep breath and bathed my mind in the stench of her overwhelming desire. My breath softly touching her moist lips, she slightly shifted, hoping I wouldn’t notice her breaching the distance between her onyx labia and my crimson lips. Her winking clit lightly brushed against my nose and she moaned weakly.

I looked up to the image of the proud unicorn biting her right hoof just to hide her desire from me by not letting any more embarrassing sounds escape her. In this moment my mind could no longer saw her as an illusion, but the pony I desired and loved ‘and wanted to break’.

“What a naughty pony- You’ll make such a fine succupony”

There was no excuse, no rational explanation for those words, but the praise and ecstatic feeling of letting my dark, new instincts free.

“Twilight”, she said almost sounding a little bit afraid,” What will you do to the poor innocent me?”

My answer followed immediately but not in the form of spoken words.

Slowly seal your lips around her clit, before licking it just once.

“What an extravagant aroma, mild, yet rich with a little aftertaste of blueberry- “, I commented my first taste of her essence.

“St-Stop teasing me- “

“Teasing? Oh, I haven’t even begun teasing- “

Blow on it, before you softly suckle on it.

A soft whimper escaped my love.

Let just the tip over your elongated and forked tongue move over it, slowly, back and forth, again and again.

“More-“, she whimpered her hoof still partly covering her mouth.

Stimulate her outer lips with your left hoof, while slowly circle her areolas with the tip of your right hoof.

I eagerly followed the instructions, feeling her body shiver and twitch under my careful administration. Her erect nipples brushed against my right hoof, begging for attention, as droplets of sweet honey tried to lure my tongue downwards to taste them and explore the depths they had emerged from.

I happily obliged, my tongue eagerly danced along her inner walls licking her sweet honey so that no droplet would go to waste, as my left hoof ensured that her cute little clit didn’t feel lonely in the meantime.

Feel her desire rise, her mind melting, her reasoning fading.

Oh, how I felt it. The heat and the desire evaporated from every pore of her body into the air. With every breath, I sucked in and feasted on this exquisite perfume filling my body with renewed vigor. Was that what changelings called love? No wonder they desired this so much.

But it paled in comparison to those little droplets of her ambrosia. How did I ever live without filling my growling stomach with them? Each of them satisfied an exotic craving and gratified a deep, primal instinct to devour whatever her body provided for me. But a demon’s greed knows no bounds and my body demanded more. Luckily, I precisely knew how to get more of it-

My hooves moved upwards, ready to play with her cute little hills. At the same time, I leaned forward closing my mouth around her swollen labia. My tongue caught her little nub in its embrace and swirled around it while my mouth made soft suckling motions.

Under my skillful assault, her breath quickened and her body released more of these little sweets just for me. Muffled groans and moans filled the room as I alternated between my tongue flickering across her lips to catch all those treats and softly sucking and licking at her winking clit to generate more of them.

“Please-deeper-AH“, her pleading devolving into a sudden gasp of surprise as I carefully nibbled at her sensitive nub.

I slowly withdrew my right and left hoof from her petit mounds, towards her outer lips again.

“Wha-“, she moaned as I pushed her outer lips far apart and licked the inner parts of her lips to comply with her previous demands.

Pull her wet lips far apart and taste from each center of your lovers’ lips teasingly.

My tongue deliberately slowly traced along her pink left lip from bottom to the top, before repeating the same with her right lip. Again and again.

Draw small circles with your tongue across them. Feel her quiver in anticipation.

“Deeper!”, she screamed.

It seemed neither of us were satisfied with just an aperitif and it was time for the main course.

Let your instincts guide you.

In an instant both of my hooves grabbed her hips tightly.

Another gasp turned into an elongated moan as I pushed her towards me, parting her labia with my muzzle and driving my tongue deep into her.

“AH!”, she groaned as my tongue filled her tunnels with sloppy heat.

Her vagina weakly fluttered around my tongue who probed even deeper, reaching places never stimulated before. The new sensation too much, she moaned and slightly arched her back. Her walls clenched tightly around my slick tongue trying to catch the invader to prolong this overwhelming feeling of fullness, but my tongue escaped their embrace, leaving a space that desperately needed to be filled.

“More-please-“, she pleaded and I happily obliged by driving into her again. And again. Her eyes tightly closed, lost in her own little world, she started to buck against me to drive my tongue even deeper. Repeatedly my tongue thrusted into her and withdrew mere moments later, only to be greeted by her moving hips at its next visit.

"Dee-AH", her scream turning into a sudden gasp as my tongue finally hit the last barrier sealing her innermost sanctuary.

The unicorn clutched the sheets of the bed in pleasure, my tongue flickering teasingly against her cervix.

“Close”, she whimpered, her walls tensing even stronger around me.

“So close!”, she shouted letting go off the bed sheets and grabbing my head, pulling me closer, shoveling my muzzle deep into her.

Her inner muscles tightened, desperately holding the approaching deluge back, but to no avail.

With a last forceful push my tongue breached her final barrier and with it unleashed the torrent, I had desired so much.

She let go of my head and fell back, with her back arched and a long, unrestricted scream accompanied the flood pouring down my throat.

Her whole body twitched and spasmed lost in the overwhelming afterglow, while she screamed and moaned like a virgin diamond dog bitch bred for the first time.

As her spastic movements ceased and the flood subsided I gave her clit on last suckle, drawing another moan and a final squirm from her.

“Delicious”, I said and I meant it. Like only a batpony could describe the iron and coppery taste of blood superior to the finest wine, only a succupony could appreciate the delicacy that had satiated my thirst, but I was still hungry for something different.

“I think it’s time for you to repay my little favor”, I said pressing our body tightly together our lower onyx colored lips meeting each other. My body screamed for repayment with interests as I leaned closer in to kiss her.

“Oh, Twilight- “, she said softly caressing my cheek with her right hoof and her left hoof slowly moving down my body.

She tenderly kissed my lips, her left hoof resting on my hips-

“Not yet- “

What?

With a gentle smile on her face the feeling of her touch slowly fainted together with the silhouette of her body.

“No-! NO! I need release!”, I screamed as the illusion slowly broke and I found myself right in the middle of the hidden chamber.

“No. No,” I stuttered denying the truth “Return! Return this instant!”

My body and mind demanding nothing more than release I grabbed the research paper.

The text had reached the end of the page if I turn it maybe-

I hope you learned something from this and enjoyed it Twilight.

If you want more, I am sure you know what you have to do.

Love,

Lictyle

P.S..: There is no way to reverse the process. This is a one-way ticket.

I closed the paper, laid it down and took a deep breath.

‘More’

Then another one.

‘You know you want it’

And another one.

‘Give in.’

And another one.

‘Listen to your body’

“SILENCE!”, I screamed bathing myself once again in the illusion of my former self.

I was already holding on a straw, I didn’t need this stupid voice reminding me of that.

I knew what my body longed for, no, what I longed for.

But no, I wasn’t going to masturbate on this cold stone like a filly in heat.

‘Again’, I shamefully added in my thoughts.

With all my will force I grabbed the first book I saw on the giant bookshelf in front of me and began my search for a way to reverse this transformation. There had to be one.

In this moment it wasn’t virtue or some lingering morality of my former pony self that kept my desires in check, but something completely different. A last ally, I’d never expected to aid me- Pride. A twisted, unusual kind of it, reminding me of my stand among my kind, demanding me to not fall like this.

Seconds, minutes, hours or even days went by as I searched for a cure only focusing on the remaining books and their content binding my mind forcefully to the written words, not letting it drift for even a second, while temptation and desire tried their best to finish what they had started, breaking my last resistance and finally make me succumb. My whole body assisted them in their attempt. My sensitive skin, the burning sensation between my loins, my ripe breasts swinging between my hindlegs with every move, even the smell of my own body tempted me to engulf in more lewd acts to turn illusion and fantasy into reality.

There was no shred of doubt in my mind: Anything more and I would finally break. But at least I would go down fighting.

I wondered if she would be proud of me as I held tightly on to the last bits of my pride?

‘Why don’t we ask her?’

“SILENCE I SAID!”

My voice sounded different, twisted and dark.

“Twilight?”

A cold shower ran down my spine as I recognized the voice, but at the very same time my nostrils flared, filled with an alien and alluring scent. Rivers of drool ran down my mouth as I turned towards the secret door.

“Twilight? Are you there? I really need somepony to talk to right now- “

Author's Note

Don’t we all love cliffhangers?

Well, in my defense, I 'had to' cut the original chapter into two parts. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have finished it for a while. Also, I hope the rewrites don't show themselves too much.

Thanks to 1n5aN1aC for proofreading!

I’ll aim for the ~~mid/end of August~~ for the next chapter. It will (hopefully :twilightblush: ) be shorter and it will focus more on clop than plot.
Please leave some feedback and post any glaring mistakes you spot, if it is not too much effort! :twilightsmile:

Edit:
I am not happy with my current draft for chapter 3.
It will take me a little while longer. Sorry for the delay.

The summoning

The sun slowly disappeared below the horizon as the moon took its place. Soon the full moon would reign the night sky.
Like a foal I eagerly counted the minutes left before their planned departure. Giggles escaped me, as I could barely contain my excitement for the things about to happen.

How long had I waited for this night? Everything had to be perfect. Even though nearly every box on my checklist was already double or triple checked, I was still unsure if I hadn’t forgotten something important. Some of my friends would have jokingly called this my typical compulsive behavior, but even they wouldn’t have prepared for such an event in an any less meticulous way than me. After all, any mistake could cost me dearly.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts of unnecessary doubt. Everything was going per plan and with the echo of the clock striking 8 ringing in my ears, it was time to say my goodbyes. As the last rays of the sinking sun disappeared, I moved towards the entrance hall. The night had finally fallen over ponyville, much to my delight and that of a certain purple dragon.

“Oh Celestia, Oh Celestia! It's time!!!” His scream of anticipation echoed through the hallway leading to the entrance hall.

As I entered the entrance hall he danced with joy around the room in his cute little costume. He was wearing a bright-red cape with a bright yellow shield stitched to the back in the form of a “S”. Of course, cute was relative. He was still my little dragon in size, but not in age. He considered himself an adult, for me he was still the same baby dragon I had hatched all those years ago. Funny, how slow dragons grew up if not driven by greed. And how his interests had changed, I thought to myself as I looked to my own pupil standing at the entrance, smiling innocently at Spike’s antics.

“Calm down, Spike!” I, as his caretaker and foster mom, tried to calm him down. After all this was a little bit too much excitement for a boy his age.

“It’s finally time! I’ll be seeing the new Supermare movie in a few minutes,” Spike beamed. “Thank you for getting me the tickets for my birthday!”

It wasn’t an easy task. Every pony wanted some tickets for the newly opened cinema, mainly because they decided to open with the premier of ‘The return of Supermare’. I had to pull quite a few strings, something I despised to do. None the less this gleefulness was worth it.

A genuine smile formed on my lips as he hugged me and I returned his affection.

“Ahem” hemmed Starlight.

Spike immediately let go of me. His face was slightly more purple than usual.

”And thank you for going with me-“ He addressed my faithful student, standing at the doors. She didn’t wear a costume, but she had surprisingly put on a little bit of makeup. Quite unusual for her.

“Yes, thank you for taking him to the movie,” I added.

“No problem, I actually look forward to – the movie.”

A slight blush? Had my eyes fooled me?

Spike slightly chuckled.

They spend a lot of time together recently. Could-?
No, I am just imaging things here. Jumping to conclusions, just because –

My eyes twitched as I pushed those stupid memories back where they belonged, buried deep under important stuff like the results of various research papers.

“Ah- Twilight? Everything, okay?”, Starlight asked concerned, even though there was no reason for such.

“Me? Everything is okay. Like always. Well I wish you an entertaining movie night!”

A slight padding on the back and a weak push with my hoof, followed by a little stronger one with my magic and they were standing outside the castle.

“Have fun! And don’t come back till morning!”

And the door was closed right before their noses.

“What just happened, Spike?”, Starlight asked standing dumbfounded at Twilight’s unusual behavior.

Spike just shrugged his shoulders.

“Star, once you hang out with Twilight as long as I am, you stop wondering.”

“Hm-“ Starlight looked back at the closed door.

“Should we-?” Starlight was interrupted by small little claws gently resting on her shoulders.

“Just normal Twilight behavior.”

Starlight looked at her small companion then turned her gaze towards the doors of the friendship castle.

“But you know-“

She felt a gentle padding on her shoulders.

“Star, it’s been over 2 months. Trust me, she’s over it. Let’s enjoy the movie!”

Starlight sighed in defeat, pushing her worries aside. Spike was probably right. No one knew her better than he. Besides, Starlight had her own agenda tonight. She wouldn’t let this opportunity pass by.

She smiled as the pair moved away from the door and towards the newly opened cinema.

“Huff-“, a heavy sigh of relief escaped my lips as the doors fell close, my back now pressed firmly against them.

I wondered if my behavior was too suspicious, too unusual for me? No, they would just write it off as just me enjoying some time alone to engulf myself in books and research papers.

After all, everpony needed some time alone occasionally to enjoy her hobby. For some it was art, others collected stamps and for me- well I chose studying magic. Nothing unusual to find here. Of course, this included learning every type and aspect of magic. I would consider it a normal, healthy hobby. A little bit of arcane magic here, a tiny bit of light magic there and well, maybe some dark magic from time to time. For science. Yes, for scientific reasons I had recently engulfed myself a little bit in the dark arts. No particular reason besides my curiosity of course and nothing too much, mind me. Maybe a little bit of conjuring, reading forbidden texture, brewing different potions without using them and summoning demons.

Well, preparing to summon a demon. I hadn’t had quite the opportunity to actually summon one before. The perquisites never matched. Sure, once or twice there were nearly perfect conditions and spells could work under subperfect conditions, but the fact no one successfully summoned a demon in over a few hundred years – at least per ‘official’ records- influenced my decision to wait for the perfect opportunity.

Luckily for me, tonight was such a perfect opportunity, Luna be thanked! Not that I asked for much. The full moon and the absence of any dragon who might disturb my research or any pony who might be tempted to take a step too far were all I needed. This way I also avoided questions how I found out about those ancient spells.
Not that anypony would have believed me if I had told them it was by mere chance.

I nearly froze in place, as I heard the familiar sound of an antique clock striking 9 o’clock.

Was I really lost in my own thoughts for that long? At least my ‘roommates’ should have arrived at the cinema by now.

It was time. Time to write magic history!

Oh, I nearly drooled at the thought of all those scientific papers and abstracts I would write about this topic once I succeeded with the summoning.

‘Clip-clop’

The sounds of my hoof steps echoed through the cavernous hallways, as I drew closer to my destination, one of the many, many unsuspicious doors in this endless corridor, hiding its contents true nature from the eyes of the unsuspecting. For those unaware of its secrets, a small, empty room waited behind plain doors. There was nothing inside besides its decorative stone walls and an old school magic luster illuminating the room. It wasn’t even a large room. Just enough space to place maybe one or two bookshelves. It was by mere chance I had uncovered a loose brick on the wall and with it a secret passage to another room. One far from empty, filled with books of questionable origin and materials and instruments used by magicians and witches of old times.

Its existence made no sense for me and therefore sparked my curiosity even more. Especially one book bound in black leather of unknown origin had peeked my interest. I couldn’t identify the species of the poor animal used for the cover, even though I tried my fair share. At least I could identify the author.

It was a mare going by the name Love Beat. Well, that part was quite easy, as demonologists were barely known for actively sharing their knowledge with said mare the only exception. Even spending hours of research, with no particular intention behind it than gaining more knowledge, I could only find one author publishing books about demonology, containing actual spells. To be precise, it was just one book and this particular book wasn’t easy to acquire either. The only copy I knew about was part of Celestia’s personal library and not available for the public to study, including me. Therefore, I was quite shocked to find a copy of said book inside this chamber. The improbability of this event alone rose my suspicion of the authenticity of this object, but just a few tests later, there was no doubt. I had found the holy grail of demonology.

I wonder- maybe it wanted to be found by me? Did it peak my interest really just by chance or was I guided by another force- one behind the realms of my meager understanding?

My heart throbbed as I tried my best to clench a rising squeal at the thought of such a possibility. The knowledge to be gained if such would be the case. All those possibilities! It was just too much for me. I couldn’t hold my excitement anymore and squealed like a little filly. Oh- When was it the last time that I squealed like that from sheer excitement?

Memories of me holding a ticket, some cheap tricks and a night/week of binge eating ice cream flashed before my inner eyes. Oh right, that fiasco.

I sighed audibly.

Let’s not digress again and forget those embarrassing moments. At least I had managed to entertain myself till I reached the door.

The doors slowly opened as my lavender magic turned the doorknob. The moment I entered the small stone chamber, the magic chandelier sprang to life illuminating the room. Knowing very well which stone brick needed to be pushed, I opened the secret passage.

Everything was already prepared for the ritual including a big iron cauldron, vials in quantity of “plenty” and “spoons of” of different materials and of course a summoning/binding circle drawn by pure chalk encircled by candles. A few check lists, a certain black book and a sheet with interview questions were resting on a wooden table waiting to be used.

Honestly, I felt like one of those cliché witches from those inaccurate fairy tales, depicting magic as something else than an accurate and precise form of science. Well, it was less the fault of those authors than the misunderstanding and mystification of the unknown that let to such unique recipes. Maybe, the ponies of old times were just messing with us and knew that most spells required far less than described to be performed successfully. Or, they were as capable as a certain fraud claiming to be a magician even though she could barely-

– Argh. I took a deep breath. She wouldn’t ruin this night for me.

I skimmed through the many pages of the black book sitting on the desk, briefly stopping at a page describing the recipe of a love potion. I felt fire engulf my cheeks.

No, I wouldn’t steep this low - again. That chapter of my life was closed.

I continued to browse through the book till I reached the one page bookmarked by me.

It described in detail the creation of a summoning stone. In combination with the right circle it allowed the summoner to call a ‘random’ demon to his place. As far as I understood, this primitive spell resembled the theoretical principles used to create the magical dimension mirror. It also contained the recipe for a binding circle and the basic rules for handling different types of demons.

The last part was quite enlightening to say at least. In theory, the spell had the potential to summon any kind of demon, but preferred a certain array of demons. My most likely encounter was an imp, a being driven by the most basics of desires- food and pleasure. Personally, I’d like to summon an ‘Amis’, a demon of knowledge or something along this line. I couldn’t clearly tell going by the vague descriptions.

Honestly, most were quite lacking and written less than scientific. The author had a clear preference for certain demons- writing disparagingly of pretty much any other demon race then one in particular.

I turned the page to stare at a portrait of a mare with cute little horns and exotic eyes, elongated and slit-like. Her face was as close to perfect one might dared to imagine perfection. My hooves traced along her contours. There was no doubt this being was objectively far more beautiful than a certain blue unicorn.

No, I wasn’t thinking about a certain unicorn with her exquisite silver hair rivaling the shimmer of Luna’s stars, her light blue body, rivaling even the sky illuminated by Celestia’s sun and her magenta eyes, deeper in color than any amethyst and unrivaled even by Cadence' eyes.

My teeth clenched, as my body tensed. A weak giggle escaped my lips.

No, I had promised myself to not think about her and I failed miserable. Again and again. Maybe she was a succubus all along, ensnaring me in her charm? What a convenient way to explain it.

But, no. I wasn’t this lucky. I would have gladly offered my soul to her just to be close to her.

But fate was even crueler and nature was unchangeable. Neither mine, nor her.

My chest burned. A fire engulfed my heart and face as I thought about this unfairness.

By, Celestia how often had I tried to deny it? I was so close to live the lie- only for my world to be shattered by her! This stupid wannabe magician, that couldn’t cast a real spell if her life depended on it!

I slammed the book shut. She always knew to push my buttons, even though she wasn’t even here.

I took a breath and exhaled.

Such irrational behavior didn’t suit me. My destiny was magic, every principal of it. I was here to live my fate, not condemn it.

I opened the bookmarked page again.

Carefully comparing my check list with the recipe, I prepared myself for the summoning. For the last time, I checked the binding circle surrounding the summoning circle. I meticulous compared every rune on both circles with the pictures in the book. A tedious task, but essential for my own safety, if the summoned demon was less than pleased with being called into our realm.

Both circles were flawless, time to begin the ritual.

A bolt of magic ignited the wood under the cauldron. Vials of glowing liquid danced through the room under my command. One after another filled the cauldron till a last ingredient was amiss.

“With mercury and ivory,

from Tartarus, I summon thee!

Bound by runes,

your only light shall be the moon.

By blood I’ll pay your price,

accept this humble sacrifice.”

My words, subconsciously materialized by my own magic, danced around me in circles. With the chant finished, there was still the price left to pay. I moved my hoof towards the dagger.

A cold shower ran down my spine.

Something was still amiss.

I withdraw my hoof.

How could I be so blind? Even though it was crystal clear. The reason so many failed before me. It was just not enough. More. Far more magic.

Heavy beads of sweat ran down my face as I repeated the chant with every ounce of magic in me. Once again reaching to the dagger, only to stop in my movement again. The same feeling and the conclusion: it was still not enough.

Driven by curiosity, some might go as far as to call it borderline obsession, I continued my chanting, straining myself far beyond my own limits. More and more letters filled the room, throwing menacing shadows on the wall, thanks to the flickering candle light, as I repeated the incantation again and again. Under my will Magic itself sprang to life, as my aura engulfed my feeble body lifting it far above the ground as I -

I felt it. The magic was reaching its peak. Dispatching the aura around me I softly landed on the ground.

Immediately I grabbed the small dagger and cut myself without any hesitation. There was no pain thanks to the adrenaline rushing through me, as droplets of blood ran down my hoof into the filled cauldron. I watched in awe as the first of the droplets hit the surface of the white liquid and the liquid instantly turned to crimson red. I took a step back, as mere moments later the liquid evaporated in a black cloud in the form of a heart with cute little bat wings around it, before it finally sublimated into a tiny, crimson red crystal.

Should I be proud or afraid of myself to successfully create, probably, the first summoning crystal in a thousand years?

I settled for excited as I squealed like a little filly, getting her first dictionary.

No. This wasn’t the time for this.

I grabbed the stone and placed it on the summoning circle.

The magic circle began to glow intensely. Another cold shiver ran down my spine. Luckily, I jumped back, right before the summoning crystal was engulfed in fire. An intense heat radiated from the flame confined by the magic circle. It was too much for my eyes to handle.

A loud sound echoed through the room, while my eyes were clenched tight.

As curiosity and a slight bit of fear overtook me, I opened them again. The flames had disappeared, but not without leaving a present.

A figure, more precisely an exotic looking mare, standing in place of the fire confirmed that my summoning spell had been successful.

Her taller than average frame and delicate, slender body reminded me of someone familiar, but I couldn't quite grasp who it was. Her crimson red eyes, like the beautiful sunset, were deep and rich in life, while her pitch-black sclera rivaled those silent hours right before the first arrays of the sun shattered the darkness of the night. Her long, wavy dark mane, so smooth and silky, almost as if it was tailored from Luna’s night sky itself, was slightly waving even though there was no wind. Her crimson red fur- or was it her skin?- looked so fair and smooth, shining slightly as the light of the candles was hitting it from different angles. Only her onyx colored horns reflected the light in a more exotic way than her fur.

There was no doubt in my mind. What I had summoned was nothing less than a succupony. A being of pure lust. I had read about their dangerous beauty, but facing one was an entirely different thing. No matter what happened, I had to keep my stupid desires in check as best as possible.

My heart made a jump as she looked at me and smiled.

“Well, what a nice suprise. It’s been a while since I have been summoned.”

She slowly approached me, swinging her perfect, heart shaped hips with every movement. Just stopping at the edge of the circle.

“Why did you summon me here, young sorceress?”, she asked as her thin tail ending in a cute little spade swayed like a hungry cat’s tail seeing a tiny mouse.

My eyes followed its movement.

The book had warned me about the true nature of this beautiful appendage. I wondered what it would feel being ravaged and raped by this. To feel corruptions invading my body, losing my soul to this angelic being and be turned into her mindless pet or- should I dare to hope?- be turned in one of her kind.

What? Where did this thought come from-

“I-“

My nostrils flared on their own and my mouth watered. By Celestia- this smell. The one kind that demanded that you savor every breath of it. The one that went straight to your brain, ordering you to bath in it and making you do things you’d normally never consider doing. And the source was right in front me. The perfect being, a goddess to be worshipped. I just had to go closerand I could-

‘NO!’, I screamed in my head and shook it violently.

“Is something wrong my dear?”, she asked looking worried.

The old text had warned me. Every fiber of this being standing before me was meant to fool and corrupt foolish mortals, bending them to her will. But I was no fool and in charge, not her. I was the summoner and she the summoned. The sudden burning heat in my loans made it a little difficult to focus, but I could handle it. I could averse my gaze from her gigantic breasts hanging between her hindlegs, ready to be suckled on filled with the most delicious of treats just for me.

Yes, I could.

My horn flared with magic as I spoke: “I summoned thee! Your name, my shield shall be. So state it now and let this be our vow!”

Drops of sweat ran down my face. What ran down my hind legs I didn’t want to spell out. I was glad I had rehearsed those words again and again. There was no way I would have been able to say them otherwise as my body betrayed me like this.

“Of course, my mistress. Lictyle Siegel is my name. You can call me Lily.”

At this point I could barely look at her. Those beautiful red eyes and this perfect face.What would I give to feel her nose between my moist legs? No, focus!

I caught a glimpse of the smiling demon. Was she aware of my inner fight?

“How can I help you-“

It didn't matter. The summoning ritual was sucessful. Even the binding had actually worked. As the book stated with her real name in my possession she was now at my disposal. Oh, I could make her service me. Fuck me thoroughly.

I-I- I just had to keep my instincts in check.

Avoiding looking at her directly I muttered: “Lily, I want- I mean- order you to help me with my studies.”

“Oh, you are a scholar? Sounds amazing!”, she said with the sweetest of all voices.

Imagine it. She praising us in this voice, as we service her with our body.

‘Stop,’ I screamed in my head, suppressing this alien urges.

“I'd love to help you-“, she continued.

“Really?”

I looked up to her and my heart jumped again. She slowly moved her spade like tail across her perfect body. My eyes eagerly followed it, burning the images of her round and full hips and perfect, supple flank into my brain. There was not one strain of muscle, not one gram of fat too much on her thighs.

Such beauty was beyond me- I bit my underlip, as one of my forelegs slowly moved between my hindlegs.

Why couldn’t I be like her?

Oh how I wished to be like her-

With a body like this even SHE would be mine.

Yes. I see them, images of Her standing before me, no- kneeling before me begging me to take her- to corrupt her. Oh, I would make her beg. She would kneel and lick my hooves, pleading for my attention, but to no avail. Again and again I would teasingly deny her- make her shatter her stupid pride. Crying and degrading herself, feeling the same pain, I felt. I would taste those delicious tears, basking in her confession of true love she had hid for so long from me and then I will be generous. She will offer her delicious soul to me and I generously accept it, binding her to me forever. Make her my lover forever. We both would embrace and love each other in ways only we succuponys can. I would softly kiss her neck and face, tasting her sweet skin, before sharing a sticky kiss with her. Our tongues would playfully tangle, as our tails slowly teased the other's folds. Our bodies desperately craving for more, she would suck my horn, while I claim her innermost sanctuary with my tail. Eagerly we would service each other in any imaginable way, bathing in orgasmic bliss again and again- before spreading this gift in our goddess name- Yes, we would with all of my friends -

“Of course. What do you want to know?“

My eyes shot wide open. Where was I? Those thoughts-those pictures? How was that possible?

My-my hoof- It’s clenched in – in- by Celestia-How long was I standing there lost in this twisted daydream clopping like a madmare, before mistress smooth voice, nothing less than angelic in it's nature, brought me back to reality. I should just listen and obey this beautiful voice.

What? I shook my head violently.

I heard a cough and looked toward its source-my mistress. She smiled at me-lucky me. Oh, right she had asked me something. Mistress asked us something. My face burned-how could I make her wait!

“I-“

What did I want to know again? How could I forget it? To give myself to her! Right.

No! What was I thinking!

“I am sorry!” I apologized- Why? Why did I? What’s wrong with me? “I forgot it-“

“Oh! Don’t worry.”

She raised her hoof, as if to take another step forward.

Was she trying to leave the circle? That was not possible. And if? What then?

“Let me help you remind you why you summoned me.”

And she put it down outside the circle?!? She could traverse the circle? How? That’s impossible! I followed the instruction.

I need to get away- I-

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t move!

“You wanted to know how you can claim her as your own, right? Bind her to you-”

A part of me screamed to run, run as fast as possible. But I couldn't move. My body didn't obey me.

Get away from her. Why?

“How could you-?”

The circle had failed. Maybe the circle was never intended to work? No, from the moment she entered she was just playing with me-

“That’s why you've found the room in the first place.”

She was right in front of me. Her crimson lips were so close to mine. Beg her to kiss you!

“I don’t understand. I-“

I had to fight this. I had to fight her magic invading my mind under all costs or else I might lose myself to her or worse-

“You engulfed yourself in research to forget her- But you couldn’t. With despair you called out to me and I listened to your pleading.”

She came closer and closer. Soon she would be in front of me- taking everything from me and claiming me as her toy-

“And then I've graciously given you the means to accomplish your goal and you? You casted it away. Twi- I am disappointed.”

Would that really be that bad? To be her toy for all eternity?

“Stop-“ I whimpered more to the voice in my head than Lily.

“Luckily your mistress came all this way just to help you.”

YES! IT WOULD BE!

With the last ounce of willpower my horn flared as if my life depended on it. With a voice rivaling Luna’s royal voice I screamed:

“Step back, Lily! Your master orders you!”

But she only smiled, like a loving mother smiles at the futile tantrums of a foal. A dreadful feeling entered my mind. There was no escape- Why should we?

“Oh, silly Twilight. You were never in control”

'NO!' I screamed in my mind- silencing those voices creeping at my mind.

I had fought worse, I would not surrender, I would not give up.

My horn ignited with raw magic, ready to strike her down with all my force.

As her hoof gently touched my face I felt a tear running down my face.

She only gently smiled at me, as my magic dispatched into thin air.

“Good girl.”

She pressed her soft lips on mine. They faintly tasted of sweet nectar. In this moment I was nothing more than an unworthy insect craving for more of the sweet honey, known as her salvia. My tongue reached out to Lily’s lips, which generously parted, letting the tip of my tongue slip into her mouth. Immediately my taste buds rejoiced. My mind burned with desire to taste more, swallow this divine liquid. My mistress granted me my desire by wrestling her own tongue with mine. I was swallowing her salvia like it was water and I was about to die of thirst. Even such comparison barely approximated the satisfaction I felt. Her salvia alone was enough for me to reach a level of happiness I had never achieved before. Indescribable was the desperation as she gently pushed me away, leaving a slimy trail of pinkish liquid still connecting the tips of our tongues.

“Please more! I beg you please more mistress!” I pleaded as if my life was on the line.

Lily pressed her hoof on my lips hushing my desperate pleads for more. My nose flared taking in as much of her scent as possible.

“Enough. You can have more when we meet again. For now, we need to hurry, as my time here is limited.”

My lust filled brain was unable to comprehend her words. I just wanted more. Without hesitation, I began to plant small kisses on her hoof.

“Oh, you are so cute! You really are just like her!”

My goddess squealed, as I continued to worship her hoof like she deserved. Moving along her hoof, I wanted to taste more and more of my goddess, basking in her glorious perfection.

It went beyond my understanding, but even her perfect, smooth skin tasted sweeter than Pinkie’s cupcakes and I craved for more of it. Soon I was kissing along her collar bone and moving down towards my true goal. My true desire.

“Maybe we have a little bit of time and can take things slower. It’s been so long since I’ve been summoned here after all. “

Lily said as she leaned back and spread her legs.

I beamed at the prospect of tasting my goddess. With awe, I looked at her swollen onyx colored vulva and her huge mammary and puffy nipples. For a moment, I was torn between those two choices, but her winking clitoris invited my tongue to explore her depths.

My mouth moved towards her glistening lips. I slowly moved my tongue along her outer lips, kissing and carefully caressing her winking clitoris. Soft moans escaped my mistress, as I continued my administrations. Soon my eyes caught small bead of liquorice like liquid leaking out of her.

“Do you see it? You should avoid these beads of corruption. Or- do you want to become my slave for eternity?”, my goddess asked sheepishly as if she didn’t know any better.

After all, those words, those magical words promised so much. There was no hesitation as I latched on her mound with my mouth, trying my best to not even let one drop escape me.

“That’s right. Drink from me and fall-“

She didn’t need to order me- nothing would have stopped me from doing it. As my tongue tasted the first drop- it-it felt wrong- I nearly tried to move away. It burned inside me. Something burned in me. But I wanted it so much.

“Let’s increase the pace a little bit“

Suddenly she grabbed the back of my head and pushed it forward. I felt her clitoris swelling inside my mouth, taking ridiculous proportions. Breathing became difficult as my mouth filled with more and more of her liquid. Reflexly my head tried to move away, only to be generously held back by my mistress hooves. I couldn't bear even the thought of wasting one drop of her gift.

Without any restraint, my mistress ravaged my mouth, using me as nothing but a mere toy for her pleasure. I was nearly drowned by the now copious amount of black liquid flowing down my throat. Nonetheless I loved every second of it, panting and groan at the thought of pleasing my mistress.

A tingling warmth began to course through my belly, slowly moving south and setting my privates on fire. I reached down toward my own crotch, seeking my own clit to clenching the burning desire. As my mistress continued to use me for her own pleasure, I began rubbing myself.

My moist pussy felt wetter than ever before. I had explored my body numerous times before, but this was something different. Every touch, every rub, every friction of my hoof sent a cascade of pleasure towards my brain.

This however did not go unnoticed by my mistress.

“Am I not enough for you?”

I couldn’t answer, nor was I supposed to. I felt another shift in my mouth, before she withdrew her still growing and transforming clitoris. Right before my eyes and watering mouth her clit had changed to a horse penis rivaling even Big Mac’s. And to my utter delight more of the black liquid was seeping out of its tip.

“Open wide-“

Before I could even fully open my mouth, she had already lurched forward. With a swift thrust, I felt her cock hitting the back of my throat.

“Tight”

She only said, as she abused my throat as her toy, moving my head with her hooves along her shaft. I could no longer breath, but it didn’t matter as waves of pleasure rocket through my body everytime her cock hit the back of my throat. Without rubbing myself and despite or because of the pain and lack of air, I felt myself closer to an orgasm than ever before. Every thrust was better than any orgasm I'd ever experienced. More and more endorphins rushed through my brain, building up for a cresecendo of pleasure beyond my imagination.
With a particular powerful thrust my heart stopped for a moment, as the biggest orgasm of my life hit me. Warm juices trickled down my thighs as my cunt rhythmically tensed and relaxed to milk a nonexistent intruder. My whole body quivered as my mind emptied, but I did not pass out. After all my mistress was still using me, her cock was still buried in my throat, her hooves still guiding me and thus increasing this pleasure to unimagineable heights.

“Do you know what I have planned for you? I’ll make you fall. Make you my personal little succupony-“, she hummed.

Her words alone brought me closer to another orgasm. My mistress didn’t stop, if anything her cock only swelled in size. She continued to use me as her little cocksleeve, pulling and moving my head like a cheap fleshlight. Again and again she hammered against my throat, abusing and using me like I deserved. This useless pet could only try her best to thank her mistress' generosity. While my tongue tried its best to massage it, I desperately clenched my throat to increase the friction. I could swear I felt it grow even more inside of me.
Another wave of bliss washed over me as a moan escaped my mistress and then another and another.

I knew, I was a good pet, as her moans turned to panting. She was approaching her own orgasm, but so was I. With every ounce of will I tried to hold on, trying my best to come together with her.

With a swift movement she pulled her cock out of my mouth, forcefully pushing me on my back. Holding her penis right in front of my face she said:“Prepare yourself to be baptized!”

In this moment we both came together. Torrents of black cum covered my face and body, mixing with my own juice. A few strains of the black liquid ended up in my wide open mouth. I held it in my mouth, tasting it, and then presenting it out to my mistress on my tongue, before swallowing it.

The liquid ran down my body leaving a burning heat everywhere it touched my skin. A new, alien sensation overcame me. My skin burned like fire, but there was no pain only pleasure. The cum slowly seeped into my body. My hooves moved on their own rubbing the rest of the liquid into my skin. The burning on my skin intensified, till it suddenly stopped.

I looked curiously down my body and saw my fur color slightly shift to a far lewder purple, while also gaining an unnatural shine to it. As I eagerly explored my body with my hooves, I noticed some other changes. My subtle breasts were getting much heavier. I looked down only to see them expand and my nipples slowly grew to match them. Dark, big areolas followed. My breast itched. Before I could reach them with my hooves, my mistress had lowered her head towards one of my nipples. She plafully licked along my areolas, drawing another moan from me. With a swift moved of her snakelike tongue she pinched the nipple, before teasingly biting it. I screamed like a madmare, as the sensation was too much for my mind to handle.

“How do you like them? Soon they will help you spread my gift,” she simply stated as I flooded the floor with even more of my girl-cum.

“But not yet,” my mistress said. “It will take quite some time for the final changes to take hold. Time we don’t have-”

“Huhuh-“, I breathed heavily. This body was too much for me, every movement, every touch, every sensation was amplified a hundredfold. But I knew, my mistress wouldn't show me any mercy, nor that I wanted any.

As I laid there she towered over me.

“You have no idea, how much I want to take you with me and do this the slow way, but we are running out of time. I can only stay here for so long before they notice me.”

All I could do in this moment, was panting. Her words made no sense for me and I didn’t care. Even though I had just experienced the greatest orgasm of my life, my body burned with need for more. Like a baby wanting her mother’s breast milk, I opened and closed my mouth, silently begging for more. My eyes looked for my mistress' pacifier I so desperately needed, but to no avail. My mistress dick had disappeared.

Sensing my dissappointment, Lily said: “Don’t worry. I’ll now feed your other mouth.”

Her tail slowly crawled towards my wet folds and I immediately understood.

I bit my lips in anticipation and moaned “Yes-“, but it was just wiggling teasingly at my folds.

My mistress smiled wickedly.

“Please,” I begged and screamed.

My body burned, as an indescribable pain ran through it. Without further hesitation, she had plunged her tail deep into me claiming my first time.

“Please, give me a moment, mistress,” I begged my body an mind not ready for more yet. Weak whimpers escaped my mouth. My mistress leaned down and kissed me softly on my lips. I lean forward as she playfully moves away, only to plant her lips upon my again. My lips part, and her tongue slips into me, while her tail continued to tantalize me. As we shared a passionately kiss, my whimpers began to turn into soft moans.

“Are you ready?”, she asked with genuine concern in her voice. My heart jumped a beat- my mistress actually cared for her little pet.

Not wanting her to wait any longer, I put my back hooves around her body, pushing her closer. She immediately understood my intentions and started slowly thrusting, carefully working her tails way deep inside me.

I panted like a little bitch as my tight, virgin opening reacted to the agonizingly slow intrusion. My muscle tensed, every time she stopped, and relaxed, as my mistress pushed slowly further inside. I didn't hide neither my pleasure as I moaned, nor my need for more as I began to thrust my hips helping the tail slip in further. I put my fronthooves around her neck pulling closer to her.

“Deeper!” I screamed, as I clung to my mistress body so close, that I could feel her heart beating in unison with mine.

A mischievous smile formed on my mistress lips. I felt a tugging, the tail retracting out of me. My walls desperately clamped down on the tail, trying to keep it inside me, but failed. A deep feeling of emptiness spread through my body, but not for long. With an intense push, my mistress forced her tail with one strong push even deeper than before into me.

"Yes! YES!" I repeated. “More! Please mistress, more!” Above the air, holding on my mistress body with my hooves, my hips rocked in tandem to the movement of the tail to get it as deep inside as possible.

Never before I needed something this desperately. This tail NEEDED to be inside me, far deeper. Something waited there for it. Something important.

Pressing myself forcefully against my mistress, our bodys deeply interwined, the carnal pleasure was suddenly interrupted by a powerful ache. I nearly let go of my mistress, before I realised the origin of the pain.

The tail had reached the tight muscle ring sealing my inner most sanctuary.

“This is the moment, Twilight. There is no turning back if you accept me into you,” she said.

I bit my lip, before softly speaking: ”Please-“

“I can’t hear you-“, she teasingly said.

“Please! Claim me!”

“Beg for it! Welcome the corruption in your being! Give up your soul to me!”

“YES! Take it!” I cried pushing my hips towards my mistress.

The indescribable pain turned to waves of pure pleasure as I felt my womb pried open by her tail. She had finally claimed my most holy sanctuary. My mistress thrusted into me again and again, while I humped like a whore in her rhythm. Again and again she pierced right into my womb, as our moans filled the room. My pussy throbbed as her tail inflated.

“Here it comes!”, she screamed, small bulges in her tail slowly moving towards my eager vagina. Immediately I flexed my hips wider to accommodate better for the incoming load. The moment I felt the first load unleashed deep inside me, a burning heat rushed through me. It burned, it burned away so much of my doubts, my thoughts, my worries and left only pure pleasure in its wake and the need for more, far more.

As another bulge of pleasure was released inside me, a primal cry for more escaped my lips, as my tongue sticked out further than possible. My hips slammed against my mistress and her legs gave in. Laying on the ground, my mistress now atop of me I saw the third and last bulge entering me.

My body convulsed in orgasmic rapture. Never before I felt like this. Every fiber of my body rejoiced in utter bliss. The waves of pure pleasure emptied my mind and my vision turned black. In this very moment as orgasm after orgasm swept through my being, something left me, besides torrents of girlcum. Something I didn’t need any more and my mistress took for herself.

As my vision returned, I panted heavily, somehow haggling with my own tongue in the process.

It felt alien, but right. It had split at the end, creating a forked, snakelike tip- just like my mistress’. Beaming with pride, I looked down myself, hoping for more changes. My thighs were clenched in dark liquid, a part of me hoping it to be mine, and my mistress tail was still buried deep in me. I looked up to her. Her eyes were rolled back and drool was running down the corners of her mouth. A deep pride filled me, I had pleased her well.

“Ah-Ah-“, she panted heavily. “This taste- this flavor, you’ll love it too once you corrupt you friends and lovers.” She licked her lips.

“My mistress?”, I asked slightly confused, before a faint smell hit my nose.

“Just a moment- This taste. It’s been far too long, since I had such a delicacy-“, she ravished in her afterglow, while I flickered my tongue drawing in more of this unknown, yet familiar smell.

She smiled at my gesture, then kissed me deeply. Her tongue and mine intertwined.

A faint taste of something familiar and yet alien was left on it. Something delicious.

“Your soul was exquisite.”

“My soul?”, I asked while trying to steal another kiss from my mistress.

“Yes, you are mine now. There’s no way for you to return.”

She gently rubbed my hips, where my cutie mark had been- or used to be. I smiled. I was now truly hers.

“Thank you,” tears of joy (?) filling my eyes as I hugged her.

She gently smiled.

“My time here is up - for now. I must return to my own world. I am sorry.”

“Please do not leave me mistress,” I begged, I wasn’t ready yet. My body and mind were not finished yet.

“Do not worry. I’ll return once you have been fully reborn. Just finish your transformation, then summon me again.”

“How?”, I asked my vision slowly blurring as the fatigue overtook my mind.

“Don’t worry. You will just need to get rid of the last bits of your former self. Now sleep, my cute little sister-“, she said leaning down to me.

My weary eyes closed. The last thing I felt before sleep overtook me, was her lips softly touching my blushing cheeks.

Author's Note

First of all: Special thanks to Shadowsoffate42 for proofreading!

This is my first story and English is not my native language.
I am pretty sure, you guessed as much, after reading this story :twilightblush:

I plan to release the next chapter at the end of April/ beginning of May.
It will feature Twilight fully turning into a succupony and transforming Spike in the process.
I am still unsure, if he should become a succubus, incubus or a simple imp. This decision will have an huge impact on the rest of the story, that's why I haven't made up my mind yet.
Please leave a comment to tell me what you would prefer.

Also, please leave any comments on how I can improve my writing style.

The last act of resistance

Oh, no-

I would recognize this voice among thousands. Fond memories of it speaking in funny little noises and sounds always bring a smile to my face and calm my anxious mind. And how could I ever forget its first words?

“Twilight!”

Well, back then it sounded more like Twily and less desperate for help.

*Sigh*

And now?

A short walk down the memory lane later, I dared not to even return his call. Something in me ached, wordlessly begging me to go to him and be there for him. Maybe it was the last remnant of my former self clinging to the past?

Of course, this silent voice of compassion wasn’t alone.

‘Yes, let’s meet him.’

This accursed voice had returned, louder and clearer than before.

‘Just picture him. How innocent and unaware.
How much fun would it be to corrupt him? For him to be our first meal?’

My tail eagerly swayed in agreement accompanied by a delicious shiver of anticipation and the dampening feeling of my eager pussy. How deep had I fallen that my moist lips craved for my beloved assistant’s tool?

‘He’ll surely enjoy it too.’

Another sigh escaped my crimson lips as I shook my head slowly.

‘What? Didn’t you always want this? Your body yearning for a male’s seed?’

“No, not him”, I whispered silently to myself.

There had to be a limit. A final line I wasn’t willing to cross. There just had to be one.

Of course, my craving body did not share my opinion on this topic.

My clit painfully winked- No- it hammered against the cold stone ground completely drenched in my own liquids, as my stomach loudly grumbled in protest.

‘Not him- someone else’, I bargained with my body.

Yes, I knew how silly it was to try to reason with my instincts, but I had to try.

Of course, IT was not going to make this easy for me.

‘Always someone else. Always denying yourself your own wishes and desires.’

‘No, this is not my wish. This is just another attempt to make me succumb to those wicked urges.’

‘Always lying to yourself.’

‘No, I -’

My inner monologue was abruptly interrupted by another call.

“Twilight!? Where are you?”

I silently stared at the door of the secret passage. Spike was probably standing right behind it, questioning his own sanity after hearing my previous scream.

Would he search for a hidden door? Would he put this much trust in his hearing or was he desperately in need of help?

Most likely the latter considering there was an audible note of desperation in his voice.

“Please- I need somepony to talk to-”

By this point, it was just plain torture to be forced to listen to his desperate calling.

I just sat there in a puddle of my own juices, unable to call out to him, unable to be there for him in his hour of need.

All I could do was silently wincing as he continued to plead for my help.

‘Do it. Call him. Be there for him.’

‘No!’ I replied to this accursed voice of temptation.

‘Don’t you hear it? He really needs us!’

‘Silence! Stop tempting me with lies. We both know-I-’

I paused biting my lips.

‘I couldn’t. No, I wouldn’t. No. No, I would-’

The truth hurt deep, but there was no denying it.

I looked at my darkened hooves. They shook violently. No. My whole body trembled like a leaf, craving him like an addict his next shoot.

‘You got what you wanted already. Just leave him out of this-’

At this moment my corrupted body ached for carnal pleasure, while what little was left of my former conscience pained in the knowledge I could not even help HIM when he needed me.

‘Listen. If we just give in, we could satisfy both-’

‘No!’

With every ounce of my rational mind, I suppressed this twisted mixture of motherly instincts and wicked desires.

“I really need help.”

No, it pained me, but I could only help him by not helping him. I’d laugh at this conundrum if I wasn’t at the edge of a mental breakdown.

‘Twilight. Answer him.’

The force behind this voice was strong. So overwhelmingly strong. My muzzle opened on its own, my lungs filled with air and-

I tightly grabbed my muzzle, muffling the sound of my treacherous voice.

Only a weak sound of ‘Hmgrmf’ escaped me.

Panicking I focused upon the door.

Had he heard it?

My heart raced, waiting for a reaction.

“Horse d-” the familiar voice grew weaker. He had obviously left the other room without finding the secret passage.

Nevertheless, I still pressed my muzzle tightly close, while simultaneously holding my breath just to be safe.

‘Call out to him’, the voice ordered.

My body tried its best to obey this reprehensible order, but I was not going to allow it.

With the last remnants of my willpower, I covered my nose and tightened my grip around my muzzle.

‘Call out to him!’, the voice screamed at me.

My lungs screamed for air, as my heart frantically beat in a feeble attempt to pump as much blood through my body as possible.

‘Stop acting this childish!’

My grip around my muzzle didn’t falter, although I started to feel the effects of the lack of oxygen.

‘Just call out to him!’

Everything around me grew dimmer and dimmer, body and mind begging me to stop-

‘Twilight!’

I didn’t listen to their pleadings, nor to the voice screaming at me.

‘Twili-’

Weakly screaming at me. Very weakly. The voice sounded far away-

‘Tw-’

Then it suddenly stopped. No, it disappeared. Everything did.

There was only darkness left.

And my body made acquaintances with the stony ground.

“Argh-”, I groaned, slowly coming to myself.

There were no obvious bruises on my body but hitting the ground had left me with a sore feeling.

‘You are aware that you can’t continue like this.’

“Oh, really? Falling unconsciousness to avoid problems seems to be an expedient approach for the moment”, I weakly retorted the voice in my head.

‘You should listen to me’, it berated me sternly, like a teacher telling an unruly foal to behave.

“Not him.” My voice sounded less adamant at that moment, then I’d like to admit to myself.

‘Then who? To what extent?’ A short moment of silence followed as if the voice was trying to collect its thoughts. ‘Let’s be honest to ourselves just for once. We both know the truth. Ultimately, it’s not really about Spike. It was never about him.’

“I’ll find a cure. Time, I just need time.” This response was not meant for the voice. It was solely meant for me.

Truth to be told, it was nothing more than a hollow phrase I could cling onto.

And the voice knew it, too.

‘Twilight. You don’t even believe it yourself.’

The voice paused. Was it waiting for a response? A clever retort? Or a desperate confession?

‘Please stop lying to yourself.’ The voice sounded genuinely concerned.

Was this another attempt to trick me?

“I-I don’t lie to myself,” I stuttered confused at the sudden change of tone in the voice.

‘Oh, really? You never lie to yourself?’

Another change of tone. At this point, it would have been an understatement to call the tone of the voice passive aggressive.

But why? Why did it act like this? Shouldn’t the voice try to sooth and tempt me rather than agonize me against it? Shouldn’t it lull me into a false sense of trust and amicability?

‘You have been doing nothing but lying to yourself for ages!’

Well, if this was its intention, then screaming at me as if years of squelched anger broke loose in one sudden outburst, was not the right way to do things.

“I just need to continue!”, I riposted gesturing fiercely with my hooves, “Keep searching for a cure!”

I sighed. It sighed. We sighed in unison.

Strangely, I felt like saying something, but honestly, what should I have said to an imaginary voice inside my head?

Well, it didn’t have this problem.

‘It’s always the same. Since then, you’ve been afraid of your own desires.’

Wait- Since then? What event was she referring to?

‘Oh, come on. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean. You’ve been blaming me for years for it.’

No. It couldn’t be.

Did she really…?

Repressed memories are a terrible thing. We all have them. Memories buried deep and hidden from the light of day. Among all of mine, she had to unravel the one buried the deepest.

I didn’t just blush as the memory resurfaced. No, my face was set ablaze.

On my deathbed, in the last waking moments of my flickering life, I would deny that THIS has ever happened.

“Stop!” I screamed, nearly dying of embarrassment as my brain made me relive this terrible mistake again “That has nothing do to do with this!”

‘No. That moment has everything to do with our situation. Since then, you have never been true to me again. Because of the shame, the fear you denied yourself everything your heart aches for!’

I bit my lips, clenching my hooves and suppressing the anger swelling up inside me.

‘Do you know what’s the worst? Because of your fear you screwed up your chance with HER, too!’

“You are wrong!” I screamed, pushing the memory back where it belonged- at the depths of my subconscious, far away from the light of day, never to resurface, buried under other memories.

‘Keep suppressing your memories? Denying your mistakes, again? Will you just give up on HER, too? Is she also unreachable for us? Or do you have another petty excuse?’

“No, I-I-I-“, I stuttered unable to finish the sentence my mind drifted away.

Pictures of her flashed before my eyes.

What would you do?

*Chuckle*

‘Twi?’

Oh, of course. By this point, I knew you good enough to know the answer to my own question.

Your personality, your attitude, your way of dealing with problems.

Did you know that I had always admired you for this?

*Chuckle*

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

I took a deep breath and addressed the voice: “You know what? Just be silent. You have done enough damage. Twilight will ignore you from now on.”

I am sure, you would be proud of me. Showing the voice in my head who was boss, pretending to be untouched by everything, even though I was scared to death that I’d lose what little was left of myself. Be always proud, never show fear or weakness in front of others.

‘There’s nothing to be afraid of.’

Of course, it saw right through my bluff. Couldn’t I hide anything from it?

‘Twilight, I am not your enemy. I can help you. I am there for you.’

Now it dared to feign sympathy. How far have I fallen? Getting berated by voices in my head.No, this is neither the time nor the place for self-pity. I got myself into this mess and I’d get out of it on my own.

But how?

I looked around the room and smiled. Even though my mind was still in turmoil, there was one thing crystal-clear to me:

Talking with voices in my head wouldn’t help me. But Books- Books were always the right answer.

I grabbed another one from the shelf and started reading. It was a random pick, a book about weather magic. Its content might not have been best suited for helping me with my current problems, but there was only one way to be sure.

‘Twilight. That won’t help us. We have to-’

“Twilight is finished talking with you,“ I interrupted the voice, while I skimmed through the pages.

‘Twilight, I am not -’

“Yes, Twilight is not listening.” What a foalish answer coming from my mouth.

‘You act just as immature as her!’

I guess she was right. This was a retort more suited for you, right? Thinking about it- on a subconscious level I was still just mimicking you. Maybe I was just adapting parts of your personality to fill those voids left by- *Sigh*- mistress. The irony that the voice in my head was playing my usual part in our conversations was not lost on me.

‘If you continue to ignore me-’

Why shouldn’t I? Ignoring problems works for others, why shouldn’t it for me?

You also managed to ignore me from that moment onward, just pretending and living your life as if nothing ever happened. First, you ripped my world apart on a whim and then-then when you got what you wanted-

Then you just tossed me aside. Because – because I -

‘I’ll no longer contain myself’

My ears perked up at the sudden shift of tone in the voice. It still resembled my own but sounded much sinister and darker than ‘usual’.

“What do you mean?”, I inquired, although I was unsure if I even wanted to know the answer to my own question.

‘I’ll take what’s rightfully mine.’

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

‘And I’ll make them true, Twilight. All of them.‘

“No”, I whispered knowing very well what she had meant with her warning.

‘You are no angel, Twilight,’ this infernal voice tore at what was left of my soul ‘I know them all.’

A wicked chuckle rang in my ears.

‘All those perverted fantasies you hide in the darkest corner of your mind.’

“No!”

‘ALL of them-’

“Silence! I would never! Those are just fantasies!”, I screamed denouncing those accusations as mere lies.

Those are just- Everypony has- How dare she even imply I’d-

‘The clock is ticking, Twilight.’ The demonic voice had skillfully chosen her weapon, words sharp as daggers. Her mockery once again infuriated me with buried memories of my numerous failings. ’You can’t suppress me forever.’

Was there no hope left? Was I destined to fail?

No.

No!

It was just playing with me. Using my doubts and insecurities against me. And I had fallen for it again. But I was not going to continue to play her game. I had grown and learned from my past mistakes.

“You are right, the clock is ticking”, I said with confidence thinking about all my previous hurdles and how I had overcome them all in the end, “But I am going to keep it together this time. I am no longer a mere student-”

Student.

“Student-”, I mumbled.

Student. Student. Student.

Fascinating how one single word could echo through one’s mind and ignite a spark of inspiration, one strong enough to start a wildfire of associations and ideas.

“Starlight!”, I screamed, before correcting myself, “I meant, Eureka!”

Well, credit where credit is due. I would have never come up with THIS idea without the extreme, morally ambiguous and sometimes borderline insane antiques of my beloved student. This wasn’t the cure, but at least it was something to keep my sanity in check and buy me some precious time.

I smiled brightly as I rushed to the bookshelf searching for a book containing a very unusual spell. Whoever thought that Starlight’s antiques could save me like this? Oh, Starlight I could kiss you for this!

‘That idea is just irresponsible. No, it’s outright dangerous and foolish. And worst, it won’t even work!’

“Let’s see,” I said smirking devilishly.

If I could not contain my lust, I’d just get rid of it for the time being.

‘Twilight, you are putting your life at risk here!’

“Sure. Don’t worry, I’ll look for an extra nice and cozy vial you can make your new home,” I added mockingly.

‘Very well. Suit yourself, but don’t say later that I didn’t warn you.’

Lady luck had finally shone upon me.

It had taken me just a few minutes to locate a book containing the right spell and a few more to find an adequate vial for my plan. As promised it was quite nice. The vial was made of high-quality clear glass with a few extra decorative glass elements on it in the form of small waves and a solid cork stopper. A perfect new home!

“See? I kept my promise!” I held the vial up to my face to take a good look at. “Isn’t it nice? It looks quite comfy!”

How disappointing. The voice stayed silent.

“No response? Cat got your tongue?”

‘Just stop.’

I uncorked the glass vial and put it on the ground.

“Let’s get rid of you-”, I hummed mockingly.

‘Stop Twilight. It won’t work. You’ll only harm yourself.’

It warned me, sounding less panicked and more genuinely concerned about my well-being than I had secretly hoped.

Was it genuine?

No! Of course not!

Not falling for her trickery again I replied with “Oh, don’t worry! It looks very comfy. Hear you… never again!”

‘Don’t!’

My horn flared brightly, and a purple light engulfed me. I felt a strange tugging as a pinkish cloud erupted from my horn. The tugging became a strong pulling and-

“Argh”

Breathing became somehow difficult as if something was pressing down on my chest.

Meanwhile, the pinkish cloud grew in size, now nearly filling the whole ceiling of the room and it was still growing.

My vision was slowly turning blurry. I panted heavily fighting for air.

‘Stop, Twilight!’

By this point, a heavy cloud covered the whole wooden ceiling and was slowly starting to fill the rest of the room.

My body shook, and my stomach churned.

‘Please!’ The voice begged as the pressure on my sternum increased.

I nearly vomited on the spot.

‘Stop- you are going to-‘

Everything was getting hazy.

The light emitting from my horn flickered, my heart raced as my breathing became fast and shallow.

‘STOP IT!’

Suddenly the ground rushed towards me.

“Argh”

The stone ground was far less comfy than I remembered. I shook my head, trying to recollect what just had happened.

While my body made intimate contact with the floor, the spell must have had broken and the cloud had disappeared ?!?

No, that’s not it. The spell worked differently.

It must have –

“Argh!”

‘Idiot! Stop acting like her and start listening to me just for once. Honestly, did you really expect it would be that easy?’

Under different circumstances, I would have tried to respond with a witty comeback, but at that moment all I could focus on was the fire engulfing my whole body driving me to the brink of madness.

But... It wasn’t pain eating away at my sanity.

It was something far worse.

My clitoris winked like crazy and a river of precum ran down my hind legs. All my holes felt so empty and neglected. I winced as my tail raised itself, presenting my flowers to an army of imaginary stallions and mares.

Mares with additional features. Tasty looking features.

One of the imaginary mares approached me. Faceless, but well-endowed. I eagerly opened my mouth forming an O with my lips to welcome her delicious present meant solely for me. My snakelike tongue stretched outwards slowly servicing an imaginary lollipop of flesh, filled with the tastiest of cream.

In my mind my other lips parted for an eager stallion, ready to claim me like his slutty broodmare. But even the intense stretching of damp tunnels was not enough to fill this insatiable hunger for more. Another stallion joined him, his tool eagerly claiming the last of my unused hole.

I greedily wrapped my tongue around the mare’s cock in my mouth, while my tight folds took care of the eager stallions. Starving for sweet release I slowly started to ride their impressive tools and put my new tongue to good use. Taking my initiative as an invitation they started to thrust faster and harder into me. Driven by animalistic lust they slammed their cocks balls deep with each of their powerful thrusts while trying to match my hips’ movement. Moans and groans more akin to the mating of wild animals than civilized ponies filled the room.

There was no love between us. It was just primal, instinctual mating. Rough, hard.

Exactly what I needed.

I continued to service the well-endowed mare in front of me, running my tongue over every inch of her delicious treat, while the stallions rhythmically pounded my slutty holes like dogs claiming their wanton bitch.

Yes, take me. Take me roughly! Rut me like your little broodmare!

They picked up speed, as more animalistic moans and groans escaped their non-existent mouths. They were all getting closer, while I still needed more, far more.

I felt the mare’s body tense before she throbbed in ecstasy. Her screams of bliss were followed by a copious amount of cream filling my mouth. The mare roughly grabbed my head to not waste even the smallest drop, while still bucking frantically her hips into my face prolonging her mind-shattering orgasm. Utterly spent and close to collapsing the lucky mare escaped my greedy maw, still hungry for more cream.

The stallions didn’t last much longer either. Who could blame those poor stallions? This demonic body too much for any mortal stallion to bear they surrendered to the pleasure. Waves of gooey sperm filled all my holes, yet I continued to thrust my hips like crazy, while my insides squeezed and contracted around their thick dicks milking them for the sweetest of nectars.

Spent, they tried to withdraw their fleshy spears, but to no avail. Still aching for release I continued to spear myself on the stallion’s tools, faster, rougher. Getting all their precious seed into my body.

‘Give me everything! Everything!’, I screamed for more, only increasing the pace my hips met theirs.

The stallions groaned in a twisted mix of pleasure and pain, as it was now me using them. My tunnels skillfully contracted around their shafts while I impaled myself again and again on them like an animal. Two hoarse screams of ecstasy were followed by another gooey explosion deep inside my hungry tunnels.

‘More!’

My clenching depths hold them tight as their climax went on and on without any pause, but my body still demanded more!

Like a hungry vampony sucking the precious wine of life from its prey, I milked them of every last drop of their essence.

Give me everything! All of you!

My body rocked back and forth, each time pumping another orgasm from their helpless body, greedily devouring more and more of their precious life essence.

Yet, it was not enough. Not even close to the brink of my own orgasm those stallions failed to satisfy this all-encompassing hunger.

Why? Why?!? Satisfy my hunger! Give me your-

‘Say it.’

My eyes snapped wide open.

What?

Right.

This was just a fantasy. Of course, it couldn’t fill this burning hunger!

By Lictyle! Why couldn’t this fantasy be real ?!?

My body screamed and pleaded for any real physical attention.

Mare, stallion, it didn’t matter!

The worst heat of my life paled in comparison to the craving for carnal pleasure I currently suffered through. It was fairly obvious that the spell had backfired. Instead of getting rid of the desire lingering in my mind, it had been amplified.

“What? How?”, I groaned, the lust nearly overwhelming me again.

More pictures of mares presenting themselves flashed before my inner eyes.

Think of something else. Anything else.

Plants. Flowers. Pistils. Pistils entering flowers. Roughly, wild, feral. Over and over.

“Argh-Why can’t I focus on anything, but sex?”

More importantly, why had the spell failed? Why couldn’t I extract this overwhelming lust from my body?

‘Twilight. You are a succupony. A demon of LUST. You-No, we are an incarnation of Lust. It’s an integral part of our very being. Twilight, I am an integral part of your being.’

No.

“Stop talking as if we are the same!”, I screamed nearly as loud as my moist lips pleaded for attention.

‘I see.’

The voice paused.

‘No, you are right. I was wrong the whole time.’

What? Had the voice finally given up?

‘We aren’t.’

Had I really won?

An eerie silence filled the room, as I waited for a reaction of the voice. Of course, the faint glimmer of hope didn’t live for long.

‘You are acting like a foal in denial!’ The mental voice screamed. ‘If you really can’t accept me. Then I’ll take what’s rightfully mine, pony.’

A faint shimmer illuminated the room around me. The dim light grew stronger.

What was its source?

It couldn’t be-

I looked up, my horn flaring brightly.

How? This was not my doing!

Suddenly, dozens of Runes made from purple flames formed around my body. They looked strangely familiar, but I couldn’t remember where I had seen them before. Then they all lid up at the same time and-

And then there was nothing.

Well, technically there was some air and a deep black ground I was standing on, but those technicalities mattered little as the darkness around me seemed endless.

No light. No sound. Just silence. The eerie type of silence.

I closed my eyes and tried to focus on magic while trying to ignore random pictures of mares in revealing positions with obvious intends moving before my inner eyes.

But to no avail.

My horn only produced weak sparks of purple flames, as my mind imagined a certain blue magician wearing quite risqué lingerie.

I concentrated again on my magic, closed my eyes and was greeted by the mental picture of said unicorn mare wearing a tight negligee. She turned around, lifting her tail just to make sure I was aware that said negligee was not covering certain parts of her anatomy. Deliciously damp parts of her anatomy eagerly greeting me-

‘Focus!’, I encouraged myself and tried again.

They were more pressing matters than arguing whether her wearing tight lingerie, revealing negligee or nothing at all was sexier.

This time a purple flame erupted from my horn falling to the ground right in front of me. It was shaped like a certain anatomical feature commonly found on males or very sexy unicorn mares that are far too naughty, but that was beside the point. It fulfilled its purpose. Its strong, powerful light penetrated the sheer endless darkness, like a stallion’s hard meat penetrated the tender flower petals of a young mare.

Focus!

Shaking my head to clear my mind, I looked around seeing nothing but a vast sea of black pushed back by the shine of my penis shaped flame. This place seemed strangely familiar. A suspicion slowly grew in me. Suddenly a strong feeling of being watched crept up my back.

“Anyone here?”, I asked aloud, before turning around and finding out that I was right.

“Boo!”

“AH!”

*Chuckle*

A comically high-pitched scream later I found myself sitting on the ground, tripped over my own hooves while trying to back away from the chuckling succupony in front of me.

While slowly standing up again, I took a closer look at said being.

The young succupony returned my curious stare with her slit-like pupils. The two yellow topazes nesting in between the black seas that were her sclera followed every movement of my eyes as they were drawn towards her ethereal mane. It resembled the deep blue ocean that was cut in two by a pair of colorful streams of pink and violet. Majestically it waved in this world devoid of wind, brushing against her purple coat, as pure and rich as if it was woven with bouquets of blooming lilacs, outshining even the finest amethyst with its otherworldly radiance. A weak light emitted from the purple horn crowning over two smaller, carved ones, both deep black as if they were made of the rarest of onyxes. She flared her bat-like wings and threw a toothy grin at me.

The beautiful creature seemed strangely familiar, but I just could not figure out where I had seen her before. Not that it really mattered at the moment. Also, my brain was far too occupied picturing her and myself in various other situations.

“Who are you?”

Her eyes shot wide open and with her jaw dropped, she stared silently at me.

Why had such a trivial question caught her by surprise?

Her wings folded, and she covered her face with one of her darkened hooves.

“Really?”, she asked not hiding a mixture of discontent and disappointment in her voice- Wait!

That was my own voice!

“You-you are-“, I stuttered in utter disbelief.

“Yes. I am you,” she finished my sentence smiling softly at me.

“Really, Twilight? You didn’t recognize yourself?”

I tried my best to ignore the large variety of indecent thoughts in my head and took another look around to confirm my previous suspicions, before addressing her again.

“This spell. It’s Starswirl’s tempor-“

“Temporal escape.” She once again interrupted me. Her eyes shone brightly with a familiar shimmer of anticipation. “A forgotten spell that temporarily allows the user to project his mind into a pocket dimension. ‘A place beyond the shackles of time and space’ as Starswirl wrongly described the properties of this arcanely-created ripple in the space-time continuum. In truth, time just moves several hundred times faster in here than outside because of the near infinite gravitational forces counterbalanced by equal anti-gravitational forces. That’s also the reason only a magical projection of the mind can exist in here,” she explained obviously enjoying the opportunity to discuss the properties of this spell.

“Oh, sorry. I got carried away. Did you want to say it?” She smiled at me, rubbing her head in slight embarrassment.

“No, I am okay.”

Her smile changed, and her eyes looked deep into mine.

“Quite a handy spell, isn’t it?”

She took a step forward and moved her face closer to mine.

“Indeed. It’s useful to calm down and regain one’s composure during heated debates,” I said slowly backing away from the creature, but to no avail.

Immediately the succupony took another step forward, breaching the distance I had built between us.

She leaned forward and whispered into my right ear: “Or to relieve oneself during heat season when one had to spend time a lot of time with her secret crush.”

I was baffled at the statement.

The succupony leaned back and continued: “It’s nice that everything in here is just a manifestation of the mind and we both know that a mind is a powerful tool. You can play with your little flower right beside your beloved without them realizing it. What greater pleasure could there be than to know your body lays in their soft embrace as your mind drifts off to seek more from them? After all, everything here is just imagination, every action is unseen by the eyes of others, every word trapped for eternity in this endless world- as long as one can sustain the spell long enough, right?”

I took another step back, confused and shocked at her strange implication.

“I don’t know what you mean-“

I didn’t. I really didn’t. I really didn’t want it to be true. And neither did I want to acknowledge those arguing voices quoting definitions of selfcest and incest in my mind trying to accurately classify the depraved act of pinning her down and fucking her till this sheer endless lust was finally satisfied.

“Denial? Was that the reason you’ve failed to see the obvious parallels between this spell and our mistress’ little trick? Are you too embarrassed by your own past?”

I stared at the pitch-black ground underneath my hooves, not to marvel at the arcane principals behind its fleeting existence, but to avoid those beautiful, yet cruel eyes piercing deep into my very being.

“How- how could I? I was never even able to cast-“, the rest of the sentence died in my throat as I looked up into the face of the demonic creature.

Any traces of playfulness were gone from it. It had a stoic, cold impression. An impression only found on a strict teacher or a cruel dominatrix.

“Liar. You were quite fond of this little spell, weren’t you?”, she pressed on.

“No. I have never used it before,“ I repeated my testimony. Meanwhile, my mind was desperately fighting against the inconceivable lust, while keeping those shameful memories buried where they belonged.

Her lips narrowed, and eyebrows lowered, drawing closer together. Glaring at me, her lips shook.

“Stop lying to yourself!”, she screamed at me, “Admit it. Just admit it!”

“No, I’ve never used it”, I riposted, trying to get some distance between us- afraid what this being would do to me.

“Why do you keep lying to yourself?!? Why can’t you be honest to yourself just for once?!?”

Once again, she invaded my personal space, her fangs dangerously close to my neck.

“I don’t!” I screamed covering my face in fear while keeping this memory locked away.

Of course, a part of my lust filled brain found this strange mixture of emotions highly arousing. It eagerly came up with various indecent scenarios, warping reality as it pleased, turning the aggressive demon into a dominant partner and the threatening reveal of this embarrassing memory into a tool for her to dominate me further.

There was no denying it. The lust was overwhelming me. This became even more evident as I felt her hoof tenderly touching my chin and a small shiver of arousal ran down my spine.

“Very well” Her voice sounded calm, strangely collected and most importantly sexily dominant.

I looked up to her, lowering my hooves and defenses. She slightly pressed my chin upwards and our eyes meet each other. I felt her hot breath on my sensitive skin, only a hair’s breadth between our muzzles.

A part of me wanted to breach the distance, while the other part still argued if this could be classified as selfcest, but no voice of reason objected to the idea of such a depraved act.

Obviously unaware of my inner doings, her hoof ran teasingly down my cheek. “Then I’ll just take what’s mine.”

“What-”

The question was immediately answered, as our lips met each other in a deep, intimate kiss. At that moment lust defeated all reason and all I craved was the taste of her tender lips. She softly put her hooves around my body, pulling me closer to her warm, sweaty body. Lips parted for our tongues to meet, while my body melted in her hooves soft embrace. Demonic tongues intertwined losing themselves in a passionate dance as her darkened hooves carefully explored my body tingling with anticipation and desperately craving more.

I groaned into her mouth as she eagerly granted my body’s wish, something tugging at my other lips. They were already moist, the fur around them soaked from the excitement of crimson lips meeting and tongues embracing each other.

“Quite eager-” the succupony breathed out, temporarily breaking our kiss “but the best part comes now-”

Something thick and strong slipped inside my tight, wet vagina. The phallic invader stretched my little flower, eagerly sliding even deeper inside me. It was her tail exploring the depths of my wet tunnels. A lewdly moan was immediately muffled by her crimson lips pressing onto mine.

Eager muscles clenched around the strange, new guest. My whole body trembled as the emptiness inside of me was filled at last. Her tail was claiming my tunnels as hers. Ravaging me, bringing me closer to the moment I desperately sought.

But no. It wasn’t this simple.

Without any warning, I felt a sudden stream of gooey heat inside me.

Before I could react, my inner muscle relaxed on their own letting go of the invader, as the strange heat spread throughout my body like liquid lava. With an almost demonically gleeful face, the succupony broke our kiss.

“What-?”

My body heated up, no it burned! I grabbed the succupony and pressed her towards me, just to get her closer and feel her body on my skin.

Surprised at my actions she stumbled and we both fell on the ground, her body laying atop mine.

“What have you done?”, I asked trying to position my body so that my moist lips would meet hers.

With sadistic glee, the demoness denied me this. She placed her right hindleg in such a way I could only grind against it. And by Celestia, I did.

“Do you like it?”, she asked amused at my sudden eagerness.

Like it? My body burned in need! Worse than before!

I continued to grind and bump her leg like a horny cat. Although I humiliated myself like this, it was not enough! My burning pussy screamed for more. Screaming for the tender touch of my – my sister?

“I am burning! I need you, sister!”, I screamed, “Fuck me! Ravish me! Do everything you want to me! Just get rid of this heat!”

She pressed her left hindleg onto my belly and pinned me down with her front legs.

“Oh, I will. But only after you have answered my questions little sister.”

My hips bucked upwards in a feeble attempt to get free- no- to scissor her!

“What? Please, sister! I am suffering! Take me! Claim me!”

All those words just slipped out of my mouth, as if they were the most natural thing to say. Their meaning was not lost on me, yet I couldn’t contain them anymore. No, I didn’t WANT to contain them anymore.

“Tell me. How does a succupony ascertain her dominance over a fellow sister?”

For a tiny moment, everything came to a halt, as I finally understood her true intentions. My mind cleared as the harsh, cold truth of my situation blew away the clouds of desire.

“We both read it. Tell the truth little toy.”

Suddenly I could feel it again. Her tail slowly teasing my folds, reigniting the flame of desire.

“Tell me-“

The fire became stronger-far too strong.

“They dominate each other. During the oath of succuponies. The loser becomes the younger sister,” I answered her obediently, shifting my hips and pressing towards her tail.

I softly moaned as my efforts paid off and my burning lower lips made contact with my sister’s wiggling appendage.

“Very good.” Skillfully and repeatedly she tickled my swollen lips with the tip of her heart-shaped tail sending pleasurable tingles through my body.

“Now, be a good little sister. “ She smiled down at me her tail slightly parting my moist lips. “And tell me what the oath is- “

“It’s a rite among us succupony, we engulf in carnal pleasure, explore each other’s’ body and invade each other’s eager holes with our tails. And- sometimes we use it to ‘bond’. The first to submit becomes the winners’ younger sister,” I answered trying to stretch my body far enough for her tail to slip between my aching lips.

‘Younger sister’ It was just a fancy word for slave. But, why? Why did the thought of becoming her slave make me even more excited?

“Us?”, she chuckled, “Twilight just look at you! You are no succupony. You don’t even have a tail-“

She was right. I was still not a full succupony. Neither pony nor demon.

“Please, I need one sister-I-” My response was shut short by a lustful moan, as my sister’s tail roughly brushed against my winking clit.

“It’s your own fault.” Another rough flick drew another moan from me. “Stuck between two worlds, belonging to neither.” Rough, hard. She was spanking my little love button. “At best a half succupony.”

“Ah!” The rough treatment too much, a small gush coated her tail in the sweetest of honey.

Her eyes shone bright red as she whispered: “No. You are just a mere pet meant to be toyed with by a real succupony.”

I just panted, desperately holding onto the afterglow of this small release. Of course, this wasn’t enough to extinguish this all-consuming flame ravaging through me.

“A bad behaving pet daring to get off before her owner allows her to.”

“I am sorry, mistress!” I truly meant it. How could I disappoint my mistress? “I promise I won’t do it again! I’ll behave!”

She smiled gleefully.

“Very well.” The tip of her tail finally sliding past my waiting lips. “Maybe I’ll reconsider and make you my little sister.”

I rejoiced in utter bliss. Finally, mistress showed mercy and slowly started to pump her tail in and out of me. With each gentle push, a small squeal escaped me. The familiar feeling was slowly building again, driving me to bounce my hips in unison with her.

“A last question.”

A soft whimper escaped my lips, as the next push was a little faster and harder. Unconsciously my tail raised itself further as I lifted my hips making it easier for the mistress to reach deeper. She took my invitation, quickening her pace. Shutting my eyes, the sensation kept building, urging me to slam my pelvis against her, while my hooves explored her perfect body -my own body. This blasphemous realization only made me buck my hips harder to draw her tail deeper into me.

“What do you think happens-“

I was so close. Her tail entered my quivering tunnels, again and again, leaving them just to brush against my winking clit before venturing even deeper into me.

“-if I continue, considering we share the same body?”

What?

Suddenly she stopped. Only the tip of her tail was still inside me, wriggling like a worm to keep the pressure, but denying me the explosion.

So close to release it took a minute to even register her question before it dawned upon me.

“No“, I stuttered realizing the true intention behind her words, “Please stop.”

I’ll never forget the evil smile accompanied by a simple “As you wish” that followed my weak protest. Before I could react, the demoness had pulled out the tip of her tail with a soft moan.

No more tail. No more pleasure.

It took a few seconds till the cold void of emptiness hit me hard. My craving body realized that it was no longer getting the one thing it had become addicted to.

“No, I-I didn’t mean-“, I stuttered as my body trembled from the hard withdrawal it suffered through.

The succupony brought her tail drenched in my honey up to her mouth. Slowly she extended her snake-like tongue, before taking a taste.

“Delicious,” she praised me. “I do want more, Twi. But do you?”

Teasingly slow she moved her tail close to my watering mouth. The glistening tip within my reach I slowly leaned forward, my mouth wide open, ready to taste the delicious mixture of her mouths’ sweet ambrosia and my own love juices.

“Then answer me.” Right before I could taste it, she retreated her tail moving it back down between my thighs.

Of course, she would deny me this treat.

“You most likely will take control over our body and I might- I might -“

I grabbed her tight. What foolish idiocy, but at this moment, she was the only thing I could hold onto. The only being here with me. The only one listening to the weak whimpers of a being facing its own demise and being aware of the inevitability of it.

“Twilight.” Her hooves wrapped tenderly around me. “I’m sorry.”

The succupony pulled me closer, till our skins meet. Enclosed between her hooves and with my head nestling against her chest, I listened to her calming heartbeat, as her body warmth slowly melted away the ice of despair. She loosened her grip around me and smiled weakly.

“That was not my intention.” She smoothed the rest of my worries with a tender kiss. “Let’s not think about this possibility, for now, Twi.”

Her hooves gently tickled all over my body, teasing me to forget and let lust take reign over fear. She gently pulled me closer, till our swollen breasts pressed up against each other’s, her erect nipples digging into my sensitive skin.

“As long as you promise to be a good little succupony I won’t let that happen.” Her head closed in on mine and our lips met once again.

I moaned into her mouth as I felt her tail slowly slithering down my stomach, leaving a hot, slimy trail of want and need. It teasingly paid attention to my swollen breasts, wrapping around each breast pulling as well as squeezing them. A wave of excitement swept through me, as her tail moved down further towards my hot aching cunt, begging for the ministrations of mistress’s skillful tail.

“But will you be a good little sister? Will you give up your body to your lust?”

I bit my lips bloody, suppressing a groan as mistress softly traced her tail around my swollen pussy. I could feel her coating her tip in my wetness before pressing ever so gently to not part but only stimulate my swollen lips. The slightest increase in pressure would be enough and her tail would penetrate me.

“Speak the truth-“, she commanded slowly easing her tail inside me, waiting for me to finally surrender to the lust willingly.

Just as Lictyle did before, my newest mistress was giving me a choice. I could deny the truth, fight against the pleasure, resist her advances. Or-

I answered her by pushing my hips forward.

“Yes! I want to be your little sister!”, I screamed as the slimy appendages slid into me.

I spread my legs wide apart and bucked my hips eagerly like a common whore, attempting to force the tail further into me.

“Please- sister! Ravish me! Complete me! Make me a true succupony!”, I revealed my deepest desire.

A burst of demonic laughter filled the room before she rewarded my confession with a slobby kiss. Eagerly I sucked on her invading tongue, while my fleshy walls embraced her other appendage. My mind occupied with tasting sisters’ sweet saliva, it took me a few moments to realize a painful, yet strangely pleasurable pressure building inside of me.

Her tail was swelling. Fast. It grew thicker and thicker inside me far beyond logic and reason could explain. It felt as though I was going to be torn in two by the appendage invading my fleshy tunnels, which struggled to accommodate the inhuman girth of sister’s tail.

Suddenly a familiar rush of heat sent a wave of pleasure throughout my whole body. I knew the source of this overwhelming feeling very well.

The tip of her head was drooling small lead beads of liquid corruption in the form of hot, black precum. Not enough to complete me, but more than enough to eradicate any lingering doubts with pure pleasure and replacing them with the desire for more.

Arching my back, I pressed myself back against my demonic sister, as my own fleshy walls massaged the welcome invader for its desired content. My efforts were rewarded with another squirt of liquid corruption and an ecstatic rush of heat spreading throughout my body. The sensation too much, I broke our kiss with a moan of pleasure and pain.

Devilishly the succupony showcased her white canines: “But if I am that generous, will you be a good little demon?”

Then she pushed slowly deeper inside me. My body ached and rejoiced at the same time as the burning emptiness was finally filled by her enormous pole of flesh leaking droplets of pure, liquid ecstasy.

“Will you be?”, she repeated her question with fake innocence in her voice relentlessly penetrating me and stretching my pussy far beyond its limits. Her skilled hooves played with my modest crootchboobs, roughly pinching my swollen nipples in rhythm with my whorish moans for more.

“Yes! I promise”, I screamed my body filling up with even more pleasure as she bottomed against my cervix. A tingling warmth filled my core as a droplet of slick demonic pre-cum soaked this last barrier in purest corruption. The prospect of finally becoming a true succupony clouded any reasoning as I wrapped my hooves around her body while screaming for more.

“And if I don’t believe you and rather have your body?”, she asked playfully, while slowly withdrawing her tail, but not without leaving a trail of hot liquid corruption in my convulsing love tunnels.

“I’ll give it to you!”, I promised, clenching my tunnels to not let her escape. These feeble attempts were in vain and unnecessary. As she had nearly escaped my grasp, she gave me a sudden thrust.

“I’ll corrupt them, Twilight. All of them.”

Slowly building a rhythm each of her thrust came harder than the last. I only moaned and screamed in approval, her swollen tail slid in and out of me easily. Not that she needed any approval. Increasing in speed and power, she relentlessly took me like a common broodmare.

Bouncing myself up and down on the huge fleshy spear I was getting closer and closer.

“I’ll devour their souls, while they will beg for more. Will you let that happen?”

I could feel it. So close.

But the very moment I reached the breaking point she stopped her administrations. She skillfully denied me this peek of utter bliss, waiting for an answer.

On the brink of a mind-shattering orgasm, only one answer could escape my crimson lips: “Yes! I give you this body. Please let me cum!”

“Will you enjoy seeing them fall?”

She gently pressed the tip of her heart-shaped tail against my cervix and leaned closer, whispering in the sweetest of voice:

“Just picture it. Pinkie’s deliciously plump ass cheeks jiggling and bouncing down our tail, her concept of fun and laughter forever twisted by demonic lust. The pride Rainbow shuddering beneath us, orgasm after orgasm sending her into convulsions, while pleading for us to take her soul and finish her corruption. The dignified Rarity screaming like a whore, our tail buried deep inside, her head rocking back in utter ecstasy as her alabaster coat darkens. Poor, innocent Fluttershy hissing for more, pushing against us and lustfully writhing as her wings lose their angelic feathers, screaming in bliss as demonic wings spread from her back. Prude Applejack only being able to gasp and mumble sweet incoherences of submission through her transformation, as the infernal pleasure of becoming the embodiment of lust robs her of her mind.”

“Yes! By mistress! I want to do it myself!” I clenched my thighs and bucked my hips up and down to help my sister to breach this last barrier. “I want to taint them in corruption! Condemn them to an eternity of lust and debauchery! Please let me turn them into succupony like us, sister!”

“Finally-”

Yes! Finally, I felt it! My sister’s tail eagerly twitching, ready to burst and fill me with her dark essence.

“Accept me Twilight!”

With a final push, I felt muscles part and the tip of her tail claiming my womb.

“Sister!”

I arched my back, overcome with the most powerful orgasm yet. Even still screaming out my lungs in ecstasy, I could feel another wave of pleasure rolling over my body as sister’s tail tensed before starting to erratically twitch.

“AH!”

My eyes rolled back as she finally came, fountaining all of her pent-up pseudo-seed deep into my hungry womb. The corruptive liquid seeped into my very being, assisted by my inner muscles milking her off every drop of this wonderful gift.

“Let it happen...”

Time crawled to a halt as another spurt of her dark essence overflowed my womb and filled my quivering tunnel with liquid pleasure.

“Yes!”, I screamed before she rewarded me with one last powerful spurt sending me once again over the edge. My mind went blank as my inner muscles clenched, a mixture of love juices and black liquid spraying from my pussy. While I bathed in a well-earned afterglow, my inner muscles tried their best to keep my sister essence inside of me.

“So delicious-” During a final squirt of femcum, sister had retreated her tail from my tunnels and now was tasting the delicious mixture of our combined liquids. “I can’t wait for the dessert.”

“Dessert?” I asked confused.

The question was immediately answered by a strange but ecstatic feeling rocketing through my body. In an explosion of pleasure and pain, the last hair strands of my tail gave place to a black bump growing at my tailbone. The strange bulge slowly lengthened into a black, leathery tail. Its tiny tip was in the form of a little heart, just like the tail of my sister. Speaking of which-

“How cute-”, the demoness grabbed the newborn tail with her right hoof.

“Ah! Don’t!”

No! This new appendage was far too sensitive!

Of course, my pleading fell on deaf ears. The demoness only smiled wickedly, before giving the tip a slow lick.

“Ah!,” I screamed, eyes clenched tight “By Lictyle!”

Overwhelmed by this new alien sensation, I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of her soft lips pressing against my sensitive tail wash over me.

“Breathtaking, isn’t it?”

I simply nodded.

With one final long lick, she stretched her mouth and wrapped her lips firmly around the head of the tail. My maw opened wide, all muscle tensed. The explosion of pleasure denying me any control of my own body. All I could do was panting heavily with my snake-like tongue hanging out as sister’s mouth and demonic tongue robbed my tail of its short-lived virginity. She skillfully swirled her hot tongue around my tail, greedily licking and sucking on it like her favorite lollipop. A tiny drop of precum escaped the tip of the tail, instantly sucked up by my sister’s hungry mouth.

The demoness chuckled as my face could only show the expression of pure ecstasy.

“Do you feel the pleasure of accepting your new body?”, she said retreating the salvia coated tail from her mouth.

“Yes, sister! Please let me use it!”

The succupony reached down and positioned the heart shaped tip against her tight bucker.

“Enjoy me.”

Following the generous invitation, I pushed with gentle but insistent pressure against the flower-like ring of muscle guarding her cute back door. To my surprise, I could feel her body slightly stiffen unused to this alien feeling. Hearing a groan of discomfort, I looked up to my sister biting one of her darkened hooves. I stopped my efforts for a moment, waiting for any sign of approval. She let go of her hoof and weakly smiled.

“Don’t worry, Twi. Our body just doesn’t have much experience with this. Just enjoy your prize”, she reassured me slightly pushing against me.

Prize?

I didn’t understand, but gladly took her invitation and pushed. Slowly the heart-shaped tail parted the succupony’s little onyx flower, thanks to our combined effort and the generous lubrication she had provided with her own saliva. A gasp of surprise followed by a soft moan escaped her mouth as my tail breached past the fleshy barrier and worked its way into her.

“You’re so tight!”, I chirped trying my best to slide further inside of her, while the tightness of her asshole and warm of her tunnels were nearly driving me already over the edge.

“Well, that’s how we imagine ourselves”, she commented her eyelids half closed in bliss as my tail wiggles its way carefully and gently deeper into her bowels.

Right- this was just my imagination. All of it. Nothing in here was real. Just a spell.

As if she was listening to my thoughts, she leaned down.

While playfully nibbling at my ears she whispered: “But that doesn’t change our willing fall, Twilight.” She slightly pushed her hips down, slowly and carefully building up a rhythm of her own. “The fact that you sold your soul and body to your desires- to me.”

“This mark will stay once this spell has concluded.” Emphasizing her point her magic aura softly embraced my tail sending an extremely pleasurable shiver up my spine. “As will your debts.”

“Now, enjoy the prize for your betrayal on all our friends my little succupony.”

Oh, those once venomous words now sounded like the sweetest honey. Abandoning morality to still primal desires I wrapped my hooves around her perfect waist, one on each side just above her hips and began to pull her towards me. With each stroke, I went deeper. Each push was faster and harder than the last. Abandoning any form of restraint and gentleness, what was once resembling reluctant lovemaking devolved into an animalistic mating. Hard, rough and needy pounding replaced careful and gentle strokes.

Exactly what we both needed.

Oh, it was such a different, exotic sensation feeling an extension of my own body invading my fellow demoness’ fleshy tunnel. With every push, I could feel a weird kind of pressure growing in my tail, as if it would burst at any moment. Something was climbing upwards, something desperately trying to escape.

But I wasn’t the only one enjoying this sinful act.

A crescendo of moans filled the room as even my strange lover could no longer contain her own lust. She welcomed each stroke, meeting my tail halfway with well-timed rocking motions. Her moans and groans invited me to give her more as her screams demanded even rougher treatment.

Eagerly obeying the succupony’s greedy demands, I gave her my all. Showing no mercy or restraint, I used and abused her tight hole for my own pleasure. With every stroke of carnal lust, I was driving myself closer and closer to another orgasm.

Suddenly sister’s tunnel frantically clenched around my fleshy appendage. The sensation of the tight confines of the demoness’ tunnels overwhelmed me and a final thrust sent me over the edge. Not an all-encompassing explosion, but a fountain-like burst of pure pleasure blanked my mind, as my whole body convulsed in pure ecstasy. A fountain of black liquid shot from the tip of my heart-shaped tail deep into the hungry bowels of my sister.

More and more. My whole body didn’t stop coming. My vagina, my tail, my whole body came again and again.

Driven over the edge herself as her bowels filled with hot, demonic nectar, her eyes rolled up toward the back of her head. A primal scream of ecstasy escaped her lips, followed by a cute series of moans and groans, accompanied by dozens of squirts bathing my hindlegs in her own honey. Like a starved pussy, her tight hole greedily sucked my tail, squeezing it for every drop of black honey.

My body happily obliged, pouring demonic nectar into her defiled bowels, shuddering to produce more and more of this treacherous gift. Still demanding more, her ass muscles milked the invading tail dry with long slow squeezes, as she prolonged her own sweet orgasm by bouncing up and down. The moist walls slid up and down my twitching tail greedily sucking up every small spurt of my essence. Her hole sucking and pulsating, I just writhed in endless ecstasy underneath her.

“I have waited so long for this!”

Her leathery wings expanded outwards right before her muscles coiled tight and unwound for the last time and she thrust herself savagely down onto my tail. Lost to the explosion of pleasures shivering through me, I let loose a final eruption of hot essence deep into her. With an orgasmic cry of release, the hungry demoness collapsed onto me, releasing my tail from her greedy depths.

Now laying atop my chest, both of us breathing heavily, basking in the blissful aftermath of carnal pleasure, we silently stared deep into each other’s eyes, seeing the same image reflected in them.

Were we thinking the same thoughts at this moment?

She slowly lifted herself up from my chest.

“By Celestia- we were holding back quite a lot there-”, the demoness chuckled, “That was actually a little bit exhausting.”

Indeed. My whole body felt heavy and weak. Still left breathless, I didn’t respond. I just silently kept watching my own chest rising and falling.

I don’t know how long I just stared blankly lost in thoughts before I finally looked up to the being towering above me.

“Feeling better, Twi?”, the succupony asked with genuine concern in her voice.

Yes, yes I did. The haze on my mind was gone, and everything I said, every word came back to me and with it a strange mixture of happiness and regret. I had given in to long-hidden desires, and finally accepted this curse- No - this gift.

Every breath filled me with infernal pleasure, now that I had accepted my new nature. It seemed silly how hard I had struggled against it, but now-now I was going to pay a hefty price for fighting against the inevitable.

Truth be told, a tiny part of me just wanted to cry and take back every word said minutes ago, but I wasn’t blue-eyed enough to even hope this would change anything. I had happily sold my soul- or more precisely my body- to the devil towering above me and now I had to face the consequences.

There was only one last regret, one thing I had to try to prevent. A last feeble attempt to make amends for my weakness. That much I owed them.

“Please. Don’t make it hurt for them,” I weakly whispered. With my last strength, I added “Neither her” before my vision grew dim from the exhaustion and I accepted my fate.

*Sigh*

“Really? You still don’t understand what I want?”

There was a heartbreaking sadness in her voice, as she hugged me tightly.

“What we both truly want-“

Her embrace loosened. She looked into my eyes smiling softly, before tenderly kissing my horn.

I felt a rush of energy running through my body. Suddenly our horns glowed in synchronicity and a soft light engulfed us both.

Then everything turned dark.

Author's Note

It took a while, but here it is 😅

My original intention was to write a short chapter (3-4 k) using only short sentences and basic vocabulary to avoid any stupid mistakes, word mix ups, etc., but I was unhappy with the finished draft. After deleting the third failed draft I ended up with this. Mission failed. :twilightblush:

I am not entirely happy with this final version, but in my opinion it's better than any of the previous drafts and I hope it's not a complete letdown for you all.

Please leave some feedback and post any glaring mistakes you spot, if it is not too much effort! :twilightsmile:

Special thanks to Shadowsoffate42 and 1n5aN1aC for proofreading!