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.

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!

Special thanks to Shadowsoffate42 and 1n5aN1aC for proofreading!