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Meeting: BDSM + training + light bondage + bottom
"So we just cast this, and we can enter any book?" Moon Dancer looked skeptical. The spell was simple, and yet Twilight had claimed that she could only manage it for a few minutes. "Does it have to be a book? What about scrolls? Manuscripts? Stone tablets?" Her eyes flickered to her collection.
Moon Dancer wasn't just an avid student of life and magic, she was also a closet, amateur writer.
Closet because her stories tended to be one-track.
Amateur because the track in question wasn't publishable.
Without a doubt, Moon Dancer wrote smut. Glorious smut. Very specific smut.
"Well, it should work on anything that has enough words to support the spell-matrix. Here, let me show you." Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, cast the spell she'd made to embody the very ideas of Hayscartes' methods. Instead of just herself, though, she wrapped Moon Dancer in the primary matrix, extrapolated the secondary field and impressed it upon the open book before them.
The book Twilight Sparkle had targeted was plain, simple, and dry. It was a dictionary. Both mares appeared in a meadow. The sun was bright above them and there seemed to be field upon field of lush grass. Every blade of grass, however, was a word.
"This is amazing! You've improved this?" Moon Dancer asked. She bent down and focused on a single leaf.
pumpkin: noun
A large roundish orange-yellow fruit with a thick rind, the flesh of which can be used in sweet or savory dishes.
The plant of the gourd family which produces pumpkins, having tendrils and large lobed leaves and native to warm regions of Maretonia
"Sweet Celestia!" Moon Dancer said.
Twilight giggled at the way Moon Dancer dove upon another blade of grass. "I spent three days in an encyclopedia set. Casting this over and over and over again." Twilight tilted her head to the side. "Uh, Moon Dancer? Moon Dancer?!"
The shout broke Moon Dancer from her focus. Every part of her body twitched in excitement. Reading a blade of grass didn't just let her read the blade, she knew what information it held. She experienced it. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing. But you're going to need a lot of practice to have it last long enough to be useful. I just can't work out why it doesn't last longer." Twilight had to constantly fight the urge to lay down in the grass and start reading, but being a princess meant she had developed the means to say no to immediate pleasures for the sake of a longer-term one (she had a more comprehensive dictionary at her castle, anyway).
With a problem before her, Moon Dancer kept her mind away from the wonderful grass around her. "A power leak?"
"I've come just short of using the Element of Magic to power it. It's not a power problem. I think it has to do with the complexity of the secondary matrix," Twilight said.
"The bigger the book the easier— No, you said you did this on an encyclopedia. Wait." Moon Dancer had an idea. A delicious idea. I lewd idea. Some would even say, a smutty idea. "I have some shorter things that might work. Only a few pages long."
In answer, Twilight Sparkle ended her spell early. "Do you have them here? I think you might be onto something! The length of the text necessarily increases the complexity of the secondary matrix, and it does so exponentially. If we could use a short piece of writing, we could stay in one story for days at a time!"
Moon Dancer wobbled on her hooves a little, but there was something boiling inside, desire. She didn't have feelings toward other ponies—not like she was sure they had—but she had feelings, she had desires, and she had smutty stories she wrote all her dreams into. "I-I have to warn you, this is a little risque."
Twilight Sparkle rolled her eyes. "Moon Dancer, I'm not a little filly. I have control of the spell, anyway, and can undo it at a moment's notice. We will be perfectly fine. And if,"—Twilight bit her lip, she had certain things that got her motor running—"it is a little racy, so what? We pop out the story if the spell fails, or we get to the end."
Her selection was critical. Moon Dancer had so many choices to make, but the biggest factors were: she might not be able to do this ever again and Twilight Sparkle might abort the spell if it got too crazy. She reached out with her magic and riffled through her special stack. "Th-This one!"
"Moon Dancer, relax. What's the worst that could—" Twilight Sparkle cast the spell.
Three pages of tightly written prose fluttered and drifted to the floor. The title was a little larger than the rest of the writing.
Mistress' New Bedfilly
by Darkest Moon
"...mfmfm!" Twilight Sparkle said (or rather, didn't).
"Good girl. All the way in," Mistress said.
Twilight had no idea how she knew the mare's name was Mistress, but it just came to mind—kind of like the stallion-dong dildo just came to her mouth , but not. She turned her head just in time to see the sable mare named Mistress lift a bridle over her face.
The straps tightened down around Twilight's cheeks and jaw, she could feel a patch pressed against her mouth and nose. It let her breathe, and held her mouth closed around the hefty shape inside it. She turned her head to pull free, but Mistress was an earth pony with more strength than Twilight. A moment later the bridle was locked in place with three distinct clicks.
"You're a little willful, good. I like breaking the willful fillies." Mistress walked out of Twilight's line of sight for a moment.
A decision needed making, Twilight realized. She could easily use her magic to break the spell and drop them from Moon Dancer's racy "clopfic", or she could just relax and have some fun. She could always dispel it later if things got too intense.
The princess of friendship took a deep breath (through her nose, of course) and let it out slowly. She didn't dismiss the spell.
"This won't do at all. Look at you both, you need training, discipline, and a firm hoof to teach you how a bedfilly should act toward her mistress. Lift your tails and let me inspect you."
Twilight's mind raced. She thought of all the things that the mare might be going to do with talk of training and discipline, she liked most of them. Apparently, however, she was lost in thought. Twilight's tail was pulled sharply. Her eyes flew open and she cried out into the gag, but Mistress wasn't trying to tear her tail-skirt from her dock—something was wrapping around the base of her tail again and again.
Turning her head, Twilight just had enough time to see Mistress running a leash from the wrap around Twilight's dock and clip it to the back of her bridle. Her tail was now high in the air. A shudder ran through Twilight as she realized how exposed she was—exposed to Mistress.
As embarrassment boiled through her, Twilight managed to keep an eye on what Mistress was doing.
"I want you to prance, filly. Circle my bed and lift your hooves high as you do." Mistress held a whip in her hoof, and looked like she knew how to use it.
A shudder of submissive excitement ran through Twilight. Days of old, when ponies had been a newer race, told of less civilized times. Mares would bridle their stallions and train them to perform. She wasn't a stallion, but Twilight had a feeling Mistress would take care to train her. Lifting her hooves, Twilight Sparkle began to prance.
"Well, well, well. There might be hope for you yet. A little higher, I want to see your plot tremble with each step."
Twilight thought she was doing exactly what Mistress wanted, but she learned quickly that it wasn't enough—and she learned Mistress had wonderful aim with that whip. A crack sounded, and Twilight felt a line of fire start at one cheek and lance across her vulva, only where it met her sensitive lips, the fire of pain turned to the flare of pleasure.
Moaning into her gag, Twilight Sparkle felt a part of her mind surrender. The lust that now burned in her body was too great, too wonderful . She turned her head and looked at Mistress.
"Another lap of the bed, filly. Get those hooves up as high as you can, and you better believe I can make you feel better than you do now."
"Yes, Mistress." Twilight would have said the words if she could. Shifting her hips, she lifted diagonally opposite hooves and began to prance again. Each step lifted both opposite hooves high in the air. She focused all her attention on getting them as high as she could, all so she could please Mistress.
Twilight Sparkle didn't even notice she'd finished her circle of the bed.
"Stop, my filly." Mistress coiled the whip up and approached her property again. Running a hoof under the filly's tail, she stroked the sopping vulva. "A little needy, aren't we?"
Nodding her head, Twilight realized she would agree to anything the mare said if it got her more attention. There was something about the whip, she was sure, that turned her on so much. It had to be the whip, she reasoned, because the situation couldn't make her lust for Mistress' touch so much. It just couldn't.
Mistress stroked her needy filly, bringing her pleasure higher and higher. "You know the best thing about being my filly?" Mistress waited for her filly to shake her head. "It's that I own you, own everything you are, everything you do, and everything you feel. I own what you want, I own what you say. You're mine now, filly, forever."
Twilight Sparkle climaxed. The words felt good—even better considering they came from her owner's mouth. She bucked her hips and shifted around in place, but Mistress kept a hoof under her tail, kept her knowing who was giving her pleasure.
Surrender was easy. That this was just a story and not real meant Twilight didn't have to be a princess, and she didn't have to be an element bearer. Twilight Sparkle was nothing more than Mistress' filly.
The End
Twilight's legs folded as she collapsed onto the floor. She stared ahead blindly, her mind warring with the imprint the book had left on her.
Pressed to Twilight's side, her head bowed, Moon Dancer wasn't in any better condition than Twilight. They both lay there, neither able to track time.
The world passed by, doing normal things, while Twilight Sparkle and Moon Dancer came back to themselves. They reached out instinctively to each other and hugged tight. Neither could explain why they needed to touch another pony, but the contact let them return to being themselves, and not just Mistress' filly.
"You wrote that?" Twilight asked.
"Y-Yeah. I didn't think it would be that intense. H-How long was that?"
"I don't know. Who was Mistress?" Twilight pressed herself a little tighter to Moon, though it was simple contact she craved, not a continuation of the story.
Moon Dancer didn't balk at the contact. Normally she would disdain touching another pony, but she needed contact after what had happened. "Just made her up. You know how you do, just another anonymous pony in a story. Wow she was intense. Can you get your tail to go down?"
Twilight Sparkle giggled. "Nope."
"Me neither. I guess it might be a left over reaction. I'm sure we'll be able to get over that." Moon Dancer could feel the strike of that magic whip, still, and figured she just needed a little more time. It took her a moment to remember how to use her horn, but when she did she floated a blanket close and covered them both with it. "I need to just rest a bit."
"Yeah. Pretty sure I can't even stand up. Mind if I just rest,"—Twilight Sparkle yawned—"my head… here?"
"So what you're saying is, we form a club?" Lyra Heartstrings asked. She looked around at their little clique of friends: Minuette, Twinkleshine, Lemon Hearts, and of course Twilight Sparkle and Moon Dancer.
"What's this club about?" Twinkleshine didn't care what the others thought, if the princess of friendship was starting a book club, she was in. She still wanted to know the details.
"We're all unicorns. We all have magic. We can all cast the Improved Hayscartes' Method spell Moon Dancer and I worked on. The problem is we need short stories to fully explore it." Twilight could see Lyra and Twinkleshine were basically bouncing in their seats. Minuette and Lemon Hearts were the two she wasn't sure of.
"It's not that I don't trust you making a new spell, but the way you asked us here,"—Lemon Hearts gestured to the restricted section of the library around them, the part only a princess could allow access to—"in particular, worries and… intrigues me."
"None of us are idiots. We all passed Princess Celestia's school. I know all of you can write fiction." Moon Dancer cleared her throat and braced herself. She lifted a hoof to her chest. "Darkest Moon."
Moon Dancer had sold a few of her stories, mostly as loose-leaf pages. She could see recognition on each of her friends' faces. "You all read my stuff?" Four heads nodded. "Oh heck."
"It's really good," Lyra said.
Three other heads reluctantly nodded to Lyra's assessment.
"How would you like," Twilight Sparkle said, "to be Mistress' filly?"
Four sets of eyes locked on Twilight. "To feel her shove the toy in your mouth, fit your bridle, and then the sting of her whip that drives you wild with need, but you have to prance for Mistress."
Lyra Heartstrings fell over.
Twilight Sparkle continued, "We're not all into that exact thing, but I think we all appreciated it. Why not write more, our own stuff. We share it, we share the spell, and—"
"Let a changeling queen make me a good little egg-breeder," Minuette said.
"Get stuck on a diamond dog's knot while he pets me with his hand," Lyra Heartstrings said.
"Take control of a griffon and bend them to my will," Lemon Hearts said.
"Feel Nightmare Moon transform me into a bat pony," Twinkleshine said.
All four mares spoke at the same time, and everypony in the room caught a different and very naughty thing from the others' words. Six ponies blushed, and each nodded to the other.
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"I hereby call the first meeting of the For The Plot Book Club to order," Twilight Sparkle said.
Five mares shifted in place, a sheaf of papers before them. They were in the restricted wing of the Canterlot Royal Library and would not be bothered. One the top of the pages everypony had written was a title, a name, and a list of things involved.
Twilight turned her attention on one mare in particular—the one who'd started this little club with her. "Moon Dancer. I think everypony is aware of your work. You have something new for us?"
"Speak for Mistress, by Darkest Moon. My story contains submission, gags, toys, a little whipping, and training. It—" Moon Dancer had to cut herself off. She and Twilight had agreed in advance how the presentations would go, and the warnings were all that was needed.
"Place it before you," Twilight Sparkle said. "Minuette?"
Already wanting to read Moon Dancer's new work, Minuette almost missed on her name being called. "Oh! Right. Womb of the Hive, by Hivemistress. Forced submission, changeling sex both male and female—with egg insertion. It's a bit of a bad ending, so you might want to bail before thing—" Like Moon Dancer, Minuette realized she was rambling. She was nervous as she placed her own few pages forward.
"Lyra Heartstrings?" Twilight Sparkle asked.
"Forever Bred, by The Hand," Lyra said, and tried not to giggle at her pseudonym. "You'll be captured by diamond dogs, turned into a horny bitch, and fucked until you are pregnant." She stopped herself before she continued.
"Please put it before you," Twilight Sparkle said. "Lemon Hearts?"
"Freedom, by The Queen. You are a young mare in the Storm King's slavepits. You ascend to alicornhood when you stand up for yourself, and then you take control. I hope you enjoy!" Lemon Hearts slid her papers forward.
"Nightmare's Brood, by Restrained Power," Twinkleshine said. "Transformed into a bat pony and sent by Nightmare Moon to the breeding pits." She bit her lip, wondering if she should say more, but decided against it and slid her papers forward.
"Losing to Darkness, by Loss." Twilight Sparkle pushed her own papers forward. "A powerful stallion takes over Equestria, and you can't do anything to stop him from claiming it or you." A shiver of excitement ran from the tip of Twilight's horn to the end of her dock—all the stories sounded interesting to her, and in the interests of being completely fair she had refrained from testing her own.
Clearing her throat more for her own benefit, Twilight Sparkle leaned her head forward and cast Binders Book Binding spell. The pages floated up as she added each to the primary matrix, then at last she fudged the secondary matrix—normally used on whatever binding you wanted to use—and fueled the spell with raw magic instead (something princesses and powerful unicorns could get away with).
The swirling purple light faded, and a single, thin booklet sat in the middle of the table. Twilight warmed up her horn for the second spell. Book duplication was almost the same as making books, and again Twilight just fudged half the spell with extra power rather than actual ingredients.
This time, when Twilight's magic faded, there was six copies of the book. The first page within each was the spell Twilight and Moon Dancer had built. Making spells was not a hugely complicated process, unless specific things needed to be done, or a pony's life was altered in significant ways. The Hayscarts' Method version 3 spell would eat up to a day of a pony's time (some compression was possible, particularly if the author was clever at writing time-skips) and leave them with no physical or magical changes—all they could bring from the book they entered was their experience. The spells could be canceled early, and not only was there spell-caster restrictions, but also targets. Only the six mares present could use the spells.
"Is that it?" Lyra asked.
"Don't forget, girls, we bring feedback of each story, and meet again in a month. The next meeting will be longer, of course, because we will discuss what we liked and didn't like," Twilight Sparkle said. "Don't forget to have fun."
A round of giggles filled the room as each mare took her booklet and made for the exit. Twilight Sparkle took her copy last, and shivered in excitement.
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Month 1 - Story 2: corruption
Twilight failed to miss her canine tail-wagging, but after a few days she noticed it stop. She took the time, after experiencing it, to read Lyra's writing, and found it every bit as enjoyable as the intimate experience had been.
The problem now was, she had Spike in the house and needed to "read" the next chapter. It just wouldn't do for her not to get through all six stories in the first month, doubly so because she knew the others probably would.
Retiring to her laboratory, Twilight put up the Do Not Disturb Unless Apocalypse sign, and locked the door for good measure. As Twilight Sparkle walked across the room, she didn't even glance at her valuable and carefully hoof-built equipment.
A blink of her horn, a flash of purple, and Twilight had summoned her favorite couch and blanket from the living room. She daintily climbed up on her couch and cast her randomizing spell again.
As luck would have it, she got Lyra's story again. "Nope," she said. "Well, maybe later." With a giggle she cast again, and before the spell was even done shuffling to the right page, Twilight began to cast Hayscartes' Method version 3.
Losing to Darkness
by Loss
Chains were bound around Twilight's legs: forelegs together, and back legs too. She noticed every pony around her kept their heads down, all the crystal ponies at least, but one looked back at her.
"There you are. I lost you in the crowd of new slaves," King Sombra said. "So much chattel, but here I find a diamond among the quartz. Bow, and things go easy."
His voice was like the thrum of a dragon's, rich and threaded with honey. His tone was vastly different from what Twilight remembered, but then she hadn't let him win. She shied her eyes away from Sombra's; unable to meet his gaze fully. "Y-You promised you wouldn't hurt anypony if I just—"
"…if you surrendered yourself to me, brave little pony. Do that, and none of these ponies will know the strife of my governance. All will be at peace. This was all for a wife." Sombra walked around Twilight, his heavy hooves, thick fetlocks swishing around them, connected with the crystal floor and sent tremors through Twilight.
She had to do this, she had to give in and let King Sombra win, or her surrender would have been for nothing. "Yes, my king." Twilight Sparkle folded her forelegs and bowed just as Sombra finished circling around to stand before her. Lowering her eyes, Twilight pressed the tip of her snout to the floor.
"Yesssss." Sombra reached to Twilight's head and pressed his huge hoof down between her ears.
Twilight tensed up, expecting him to hurt her, but the hoof stroked slowly—Sombra petted her. It seemed like nothing, barely a slow stroking of her head, but Twilight wasn't ready for the dark magic that swirled down his leg.
The insidious nature of dark magic was its subtlety. By the time Twilight Sparkle felt it pressing around her mind, it was already trickling around her face, into her ears, and pooling around her eyes. Images rushed through Twilight's head, ponies bowed, princesses among them, and she stood at King Sombra's side. Pleasure rifled through her body at the thought. Twilight opened her mouth and moaned as the dark magic preyed upon the reward centers of her brain to make her treasure the image. Her forelegs folded completely, and one reached behind her back legs to stroke her body.
Twilight was in the Canterlot Royal Throne room, standing upon the dais beside her lover, her stallion, King Sombra. She looked down at the guardsponies and laughed. More pleasure rocked her, and Twilight felt her body shifting with a rhythm as old as life. Her eyes were closed, but that didn't stop the black/green/purple swirls from boring images of victory into her head.
Each scene, each victory, each time she took the field of battle with her husband at her side, Twilight was pleasured. She rebelled in it, gave herself completely to the darkness, and when she moaned at her most vulnerable point, something thick shoved into her mouth—her king.
The darkness didn't need to supply images. Twilight Sparkle was rewarded for the subservience and honor she bestowed upon Sombra's cock. She crawled forward, her mind begging the universe to let her take more of him.
"Enough. To bind us forever, turn around and present yourself."
Twilight moaned in loss as the penis was pulled from her throat, but her ears fed her the command she would follow willingly. Turning, Twilight parted her back legs as far as she could with the chains on, lifted her rump, and cocked her tail to the side.
"Goooood…" As Sombra spoke, he climbed atop Twilight.
When the flared end of King Sombra's length kissed her vulva, Twilight shoved backwards as fast as she could. Impaled on the dread-king's shaft, she knew more pleasure than ever before in her life.
Sombra began to rock against Twilight's body, plowing her depths further with each stroke. He built speed, and in short order was pounding her body with long, Twilight-melting thrusts.
Content not to just take her new mate, Twilight shoved back and met her king, then opened her mouth and cried her adoration for him to every crystal pony in the Empire.
A burst of dark magic and heat filled Twilight, and she finally spread her new wings—black wings. Midnight Sparkle opened her eyes and trembled in climax as her king sealed their union with his seed.
The End
Twilight squirmed and reached back. She began to stroke herself as her mind ran through the events of her corruption. She was sopping wet, ready, and was on a short trigger. "Oh Sombra!" Twilight Sparkle shouted her king's name as she climaxed, then a moment later covered her snout with a hoof.
When she managed to get past her embarrassment, Twilight Sparkle began to giggle. She would never surrender Equestria, but a fantasy wasn't something rational. She reached her hoof (not the one planted against her vulva that was still stroking) to the book and petted the cover. "This is the best thing ever."
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Month 1 - Story 3: mind control + bad reaction + mothering snuggles
Her lab was a safe place, Twilight had established. Spike wouldn't knock if he thought she was doing anything important, and of course she wouldn't put the sign up if she wasn't doing something ground-breaking. Or earth-shattering.
Giggling as she locked the door again, Twilight walked with a prancing step that only Mistress would inspire to her couch. Comfortable, if needing regular cleaning now, the couch cradled her as she climbed up on it.
Today, Twilight Sparkle was after something a little different. Flicking through the pages, she stopped and opened the book fully to read the title. With a smile that could have covered a multitude of sins, Twilight Sparkle cast her spell again.
Freedom
by The Queen
The story started and, predictably, Twilight was shackled and bridled. She wanted to complain about the bridling, but fear of the griffons around her struck that idea from her head. When one bird-cat raked the cage Twilight was in with a talon, Twilight shied to the back and tried to huddle.
It was horrible. Day in, day out. New slaves were caught, kept in the cage for a while, then sold. It broke Twilight's spirit to see ponies reduced to such an existence.
Then a young filly was shoved into the cage. Something broke in Twilight's mind. She watched as one griffon uncoiled a whip to lash at the filly, but Twilight's magic flared. It was like the world suddenly caught fire and breathed with her. Magic rolled around the enclosure as Twilight Sparkle stepped over the filly to take the lash for them.
At the last second before the whip made contact, Twilight spread her wings—new wings—and grabbed the whip with her telekinesis. "No!" Twilight stalked to the gate of the cage and sent a flood of magic to shatter bars that were meant to be hardened against pony magic. She yanked the whip from the grip of the griffon and stomped up to them.
"Never again. You will not hurt a pony. You will not enslave a pony. You will listen to every word ponies say and it will be your law!"
Power rushed through Twilight Sparkle's words and shot into the air in a spray of purple threads. Here and there it darted in one ear of a griffon and out the other. Some turned toward Twilight Sparkle, others sank to their bellies and kissed the ground.
This was right, this was how things should be. The threads of magic weren't done, of course, for they also found pony heads—pony ears. Pegasi, unicorns, and earth ponies broke from their own cages and joined the griffons at Twilight Sparkle's hooves.
"A new order, a new way. You will all see. This will be better!" Twilight Sparkle said.
"Better…" the griffons and ponies around her replied.
Building the griffon encampment up had been simple under Twilight's rule. Griffons and ponies working together—magic, flight, strength, and talons all united behind Twilight Sparkle's words.
But it wasn't long before other griffon clans wanted prosperity for themselves. Twilight spun magic between the newcomers. They dropped their weapons and joined her perfect society.
But Twilight Sparkle had favorites. She could spend her days devising plans for her obedient host to carry out, but at night she called on her harem to please her. And please her they did. There was nothing better than—
Twilight wrenched herself out of the story, panting, her eyes narrowed to pinpricks. The scenario hadn't felt good to her at all, and not at all for the dominant side of things. Forcefully taking over wasn't Twilight's cup of molasses at all.
She stood up in a daze, knowing only that she needed somepony to hug her and tell her everything would be alright. As luck would have it there came a knock at the castle's front doors.
Her wobbly, erratic movement bore Twilight Sparkle to the front doors and her hoof pulled them open.
Derpy Hooves held out a letter to the princess, but she could see something was wrong. "Are you alright?" It was obvious Twilight wasn't alright, even to Derpy. Shucking out of her mailbag, Derpy reached out to Twilight Sparkle. "You're okay."
The waters broke within Twilight, and she started to cry. Weeping, sobbing, she clung to Derpy and worked to dismiss the horrible feelings the story had left her with.
"Just like my Dinky after a nightmare. Come on." Derpy Hooves guided Twilight to the first room she could find, which happened to be the map room. Leading the way toward the biggest seat—Twilight's of course—Derpy climbed up and pulled Twilight onto her lap. It wasn't dignified to haul a princess that was bigger than you onto your lap like a child, but Derpy's mothering instinct had been triggered in spades.
Twilight wrapped her legs around Derpy and pulled herself as tight to the other mare as she could, and didn't want to leave that spot.
When Twilight woke, she was still laying on Derpy, though at some point they had moved to Twilight's bedroom. Twilight had always assumed that having somepony this close to her would involve something sexual, but Derpy Hooves seemed content to just cradle Twilight under one wing.
"You can sleep some more," Derpy said. "I won't let the nightmares chase you any more than Princess Luna would."
Twilight Sparkle's mouth curved into a smile at the simple promise, but a sudden yawn caught her off-guard. Before she knew it, Twilight was snuggling back up to Derpy without a dazed look or worshiping face in her dreams.
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Month 1 - Story 4: transformation + transexual + dominance + submission
"Are you sure you're okay with this, Derpy?" Twilight Sparkle asked, and not for the first time.
Derpy Hooves rolled her eyes. She was particularly good at rolling her eyes, though she reserved it for when she wanted to make sure somepony knew she was a little upset. It worked this time just like usual: Twilight's eyes tried to follow Derpy's as each rolled a different direction.
Twilight Sparkle blinked. Nopony could stare Derpy down—nobody.
"Ugh! Derpy!" Turning away, Twilight found herself looking back at her book.
"You're a princess, Twilight Sparkle. You spend so much of your time making sure Equestria is okay that you deserve a little time to yourself. Even if I don't really understand what you're doing, it doesn't matter. This is your not-princess-time." Settling on the couch, Derpy lifted out her knitting and began working away on it.
"But—" Twilight stopped when Derpy's hooves did. "Are you sure?"
"Mmhmm!" Derpy returned to knitting. "And when you need a hug, I promise I can do that. My hugs have the Dinky Seal of Approval."
Twilight let out her breath, unaware she'd been holding it. They have the Twilight Sparkle Seal of Approval too, after Lemon Hearts' story, Twilight thought. She looked at Derpy one more time and marveled at how much of a good friend she'd never taken the time to know better. "Thank you, Derpy."
This time, Twilight cast the revised Hayscarts' Method version three point oh point one. The only difference being it allowed a designated watcher that wouldn't trigger an early suspension.
Nightmare's Brood
by Restrained Power
No bridle, no chains attached to her hooves, and no cage. Those three things put Twilight's mind at ease right away. A hoof, however, was rubbing at one of her ears, and the feel of the caress unwound Twilight Sparkle further. A little flashback to her time with the diamond dogs pulled a smile from her.
"You like that?"
The voice was familiar to Twilight. She'd heard Nightmare Moon on two previous occasions—this marked the third. Twilight turned her head—aware there was a heavy collar around her neck—and looked up. She traced the midnight hoof along the leg it was attached to and looked further up. Nightmare Moon stood over Twilight.
"I have plans for you, pet. I'm reviving the thestral in the most expedient manner possible: I'm breeding them." Walking around Twilight, Nightmare Moon called darkness to her horn.
Magic connected with Twilight's back. She felt an ice-cold chill as Nightmare Moon's power sunk into her. Not having wings before, Twilight was shocked at the feel of two new limbs pulling free of her shoulders.
Twilight arched her spine and tilted her head back. "My queen, please do with me as pleases you." This was more Twilight's style, submission and one of her greatest nemeses doing untold things to her. Despite the strain to her body as her shoulders began to change too, Twilight managed to turn to Nightmare Moon and bow her head to the floor.
"Such a good beast, aren't you? You deserve more than those other mares I changed. How about a lot more?" Nightmare Moon unloaded more power into Twilight.
Waves of fur flowed over Twilight, dark blue/purple replacing her usual tones, even her mane and tail grew dark and unkempt. But as the new rush of power seemed done with her muscles, it poured from all over her body to focus between her back legs, and behind them.
A pinch, then the feeling of a sharp shove in her gut, and finally Twilight Sparkle had the most unique sensation of feeling her penis and balls grow. "But— But— I'm a mare!" he said.
"No." Nightmare Moon's voice was a whisper in Twilight's larger ears. "Those are mares."
Twilight Sparkle's slit eyes narrowed to the width of a hair as he followed his master's wing gesture. Pressure seemed to swell in Twilight's gut, and he felt a burn of need waft through him like a wave. Limbering up his wings, Twilight stretched them out and roared his intentions to the world in a wordless cry of lust.
The first mare didn't know what had hit her. Twilight was on her back and quickly shoved his hard shaft into her quivering body. Nightmare Moon had made Twilight into a beast, and a beast he was. He grabbed the mare by the shoulders and impaled her upon his shaft.
Sex was rough, fast, and completely alien to most of Twilight's mind, but there was something in him that knew what to do, how to mount, the best way to fuck.
"Breed them."
Twilight lost track of himself. The only things he cared about were touch and smell. The mares were enticing, his master's command insistent, and he made sure to sow seed in every womb present. So completely distracted by lust was Twilight, that he didn't realize he was on Nightmare Moon's back until his thighs connected with her rump.
The knowledge that he could please his master and fuck her at the same time briefly roused Twilight Sparkle from the haze in his own head. Turning his head, Twilight bit down at the ruff of Nightmare Moon's neck, he grabbed her chest with both wing claws, and jack-hammered himself into her.
The clutching hole of his master was too much for Twilight, and he felt his end approaching. Putting all his stamina into the rough sex, Twilight snarled at Nightmare Moon, daring her to climax before he was done.
He ended up cutting it so fine that his master only climaxed thanks to the rush of his seed into her womb.
Twilight Sparkle slumped onto Nightmare Moon's back. He jerked and pulled from her and shook himself. "My master…?" Just the sight of the dread mare sent sparks of sexual excitement through Twilight. He didn't need any further urging to revive his flagging erection.
"Come. Again."
The End
Wings were folded around Twilight. He felt strange, really strange. His body didn't move right and felt too small. But, the wings were nice.
Wuffing and sniffing at the owner of the wings, Twilight could dimly recall a pretty, gray mare. Arousal struck swift and firm, but no hardness accompanied it. Shaking her head, Twilight Sparkle tore her way free of the story's mindset.
"That was a good one." Derpy's question wasn't one. "Who wrote that one?"
"I can't—can't say." Twilight was panting for breath, and each inhale gave her the scent of another mare. The smell of Derpy sent chills through Twilight, and without caring she snuggled a little close and pressed her nose between Derpy's forelegs.
"You should probably sleep, Princess."
Twilight, suddenly, agreed.
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Month 1 - Story 1: intelligence loss + transformation + bestiality + petting
Spike was away, staying at Rarity's house to help her with some tricky sewing that required hands, and Twilight had the whole castle to herself. She settled into what she thought of as her living room—a pair of large, soft couches, some busy bookshelves, and a coffee table surrounded the huge fireplace. Twilight had banked the fire up with wood and magic, and settled on her coziest couch with a blanket over her.
There was one other thing that she had—a book.
Lifting the first For The Plot Book Club book up in her magic, Twilight used a quick and simple spell to randomly find the start of a chapter. She opened the book while trying to keep from seeing the title of the short story she had picked. "Here goes nothing."
Forever Bred
by The Hand
The bridle was heavy around Twilight's head—it weighed as much as a pony's freedom. A bunch of diamond dogs were walking around outside the cage she was apparently in, and though she opened her mouth to call to them, only a gurgling came from her lips. Something was inside her mouth and forcing her tongue down, keeping her from forming words.
Mind racing, Twilight remembered only one story that warned of diamond dogs: Lyra's.
"You there, pony. Come," a diamond dog said.
Twilight was confused until the dog reached in with his hand and grabbed the end of her bridle. Yanked forward, she barely kept her hooves under her as she was roughly guided to what looked like a hitching post from Dodge or Appleloosa.
No more words for her, the dog wrapped the reins attached to Twilight's bridle around the post three times, then stood back and pointed a wand at Twilight.
Light flared and Twilight Sparkle was dazzled by magic. Her body felt odd, malleable. She tried to fight it back with her own magic, but felt her horn literally suck into her head and remove any hope of her casting. Her wings itched and then, too, folded in and were absorbed by her body.
Twilight Sparkle turned and stared at herself as her hips shifted, her sleek pony legs growing shaggy gray fur, and her tail turned to a mop of a thing. The spell was changing her, remaking her into—into a dog.
She looked down then, watched as her forehooves turned into blunt-clawed paws—but not hands. Twilight made a soft whimper as the changed rushed up into her face and head. She ignored the physical changes, however, as the magic met her brain. Higher thinking became dulled, free will restrained. Twilight Sparkle felt herself grow dimmer, simpler.
"She's done. You pay good price for breeding bitch?"
The words made Twilight's ears twitch. She turned her head to see the big dog talking to another. Their words should have made perfect sense, but whenever she tried to focus on what they said, it just seemed to melt together. She whined again, until a hand found her chin.
Scratching fingers worked at Twilight's throat, and coaxed a happy little shiver from her body. She was so delighted she wagged her tail.
"I'll take her. She better be in season."
"Of course she is, and she'll always be."
"No she won't, trust me."
The hand under her chin had Twilight's full attention. Her eyes closed, the world faded away so that it was the only sensation she felt. The hand moved, eventually, and when she opened her eyes it began tugging on her bridle—her leash.
"Come on, girl. I'll get you what you really need over here."
A smell that had been forever missing in Twilight's life suddenly made itself known. Something inside her started to uncoil, and she began walking with more eagerness. She was led—by her new owner—to a pen and quickly pushed inside.
Confusion as to where she was didn't last long, as something pushed under her shaggy tail. If she weren't bridled, Twilight's mouth would have dropped open as the first lick found her folds. The second erased any hint of resistance she might have summoned, and the rest were icing on the cake.
Only the loss of the licking would pull Twilight from her absolute bliss. She lazily lifted her head from the hanging position it'd been in and looked back just as the big canine jumped on her back.
All her thinking fled, and she pushed back eagerly, her rump fishing for what she knew the dog was offering. She didn't need to wait long, or search far. A tight grip of teeth on the back of her neck came just as the dog sank into her body.
Twilight's mind further devolved into a lusty, pudding-like state as the big dog started on her. He hammered her not like a careful lover, but like a beast that has a hole to fuck. She backed up and held her stance as best she could while he seemed intent to shove all of himself into her—including the huge bulge that banged at her entrance.
Each shove the dog delivered was joined by a jerk backwards at the scruff of her neck. She didn't struggle, she didn't want to—this was perfect. More and more of him seemed inside her as he swelled, but it wasn't until a particularly hard shove that she found out what full was. The knot was already swelling, and though it was a tight fit to get it within her, she felt it swell even further.
When the wave of heat exploded inside her, so to did her own orgasm, and her last shreds of reluctance.
Soft hands, paw-hands, rubbed at her ears. Good Girl, as she thought of herself now, tilted her head up and licked the face of her owner.
"Come on, Good Girl, just push with me."
Good Girl panted as another contraction rushed through her back end. She bore down upon her pups, and begged her owner with whines to make sure they would all be okay. After all, when her pups grew a little and left her teats, she would be ready for another breeding.
The End
The experience had felt like a lifetime. Twilight's pelvic muscles twitched as a phantom pain of pregnancy echoed through her. She was Twilight Sparkle, an alicorn, and a princess, but for nearly an hour after leaving Lyra's story she was also the bitch named Good Girl who birthed champion pups for her owner—who loved her dearly, but only as a pet.
She wrapped up in blankets and checked the time: nine hours had passed, and Twilight was ready to sleep. Rolling over on her couch, Twilight wagged her tail as happy memories her mind had been urged to create within the story, reminded her of all her pups.
Twilight woke, rested, and could think clearly again. Good Girl was as much a fond memory as being just a filly was. She decided she wanted something crunchy for breakfast, and without Spike home she would need to get it herself.
Cleaning up, she prepared herself and trotted out into town. An apple was scored from Apple Blooms cart, and the moment Twilight bit into it she shivered with glee—nothing beat an Apple family apple.
Nearby, a wide smile spread over Lyra's cheeks as she watched the Princess of Friendship wag her tail like a happy dog. She actually giggled, and didn't care that her own wagged too.
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