‘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 ) 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!

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