You felt the chains loosening against you, letting your feet hit the floor, but still keeping you bound to the wall.

“Just a little last minute height adjustment before you satisfy me,” Celestia giggled, “Guards, you can wait outside. Tell no one of this and there will be a sizable reward, and she can be anything you want.”

Your anger seethed at the implication. You struggled against the restraints holding you to the wall as you tried to put words to the fact that all you saw was red. She could mess with you, she could mess with your relationship, but going directly for her. That was unacceptable.

“Fuck you,” you growled, gritting your teeth together.

“What was that, you want to fuck me?” Celestia asked, loosening your restraints just a bit more, “Be my guest.”

You slouched forward, your dick coming in the briefest contact with the scalding heat between her legs before you straightened your back.

“Aw, that’s no fun now,” Celestia whined, undoing the cuffs around your wrists, leaving you held to the wall by only manacles around your ankles, “Here, I’ll even free your hands. You can do whatever you want to me. Come on, I bet you want to spank me for being such a naughty princess.”

“I’m not going to fucking touch you, bitch,” you snarled, letting your arms fall to your sides.

“Oh, I think you are,” she hummed in that sugary tone you now hated so much. You could feel the golden aura wrapping around your hands, pulling at them as you did your best to resist. At first she was winning, but you held strong, looking down now at the golden aura to see it being contained - consumed almost - by some kind of inky blackness.

“What are you-” she started, looking over her shoulder and witnessing the resistance to her magic. “Impossible.”

You could tell that she had dialed up the force on you, the golden aura swelling immensely. Somehow it only made it easier to resist, the bright light of her magic easily extinguished by that same deep black cloud of energy.

“Stop resisting me!” she yelled, casting a surge of energy from her horn bright enough to turn the room white.

You felt it hit you, and then you felt something inside you come loose. You felt something new, something that had been there all along, but that you had just discovered. You felt… powerful.

“Oh fuck,” you realize, your tone rising as you stared back at the viscous black energy now coating your entire arm, “This shit’s mine, isn’t it?”

You thought very briefly about what you wanted this ooze to do, and you decided that your first priority was to get those shackles off your feet. Easy, they just disappeared. Next priority, Metamora.

“Anon what are you-” she cried out, watching as a wall of your newfound magical potential cascaded towards her. When it reached her, you watched it go to work, targeting everything restraining her and dissolving it as if soaked in acid. But your love, she was safe.

“How dare you!” Celestia yelled, spinning around to face you directly once more, “I’m the princess of the sun! You can’t resist me!”

“I don’t give a fuck who you think you are, don’t you ever fucking threaten her.”

“You hold no power over me! I’ll do as I please!” she yelled, her horn flaring to life briefly.

“No, I don’t think you will,” you corrected. Before you could even consciously command this newfound power, you watched as it jacketed her entire horn, leaving it sheathed in a dark cocoon. You could tell that she was trying to overpower you, but you only felt more energy pour into you with each attempt.

“How are you…” she tried, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck you,” you spat, the darkness surrounding your hands dying off, “I’m magic!”

“No…” she gasped, realization and shock coloring her face. Your own realization dawned in that moment as well. It all started with that spell when you tried to escape - everyone else was affected but you weren’t. When the guards came to recapture you, nothing they did could even phase you. And now… Everything she did to resist you just fed more and more power into you. Twilight said you absorbed magic, now you knew what happened to all of it.

“Oh, yes,” you smirked, pointing a finger at her and watching an unexpected bolt of pitch-black energy arc between both of you. Immediately she lost all control of her legs, crumpling to the ground. Whatever that was, it didn’t look like it hurt her.

“S-Stop! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-” she groveled, whipping her head back and forth as she tried to ascertain why her hooves weren’t responding.

“You didn’t mean to what?” you snapped, “Didn’t mean to kidnap us? Didn’t mean to try and rape me? Didn’t mean to make her watch, to tear us apart? Didn’t mean to tell your guards they could fuck her when you’re done with me? Which one didn’t you fucking mean to?”

“I-I,” she sniffled, “I’m jealous, okay?”

“Jealous? Jealous of fucking what?”

“Of you, of her, of my sister, everyone. I just wanted to feel like a normal mare for a minute. I just wanted to feel something.”

“So just like anyone, you tie me up and try to fuck me, and just to make it that extra bit more normal you go ahead and bring in the only mare I care about in this entire god-forsaken universe so she can watch you force me to betray her. Just another fucking Tuesday, am I right?”

“I’m sorry,” Celestia offered, genuine sorrow in her eyes, “I just… I didn’t know what to do.”

“Man I am so tired of this shit. It’s time to pass the fuck out, bitch,” you growl, the dark energy encompassing your hands again “Then we’re getting the fuck out of here, Em.”

“Please,” Celestia cried, the desperation in her voice making you hesitate, “Please don’t leave me. I-I need somepony. I-I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t leave me here.”

“Anon, do what she wants.”

“What, Em, what are you saying?” you asked, the energy finally draining from your hands

“Anon, she needs this.” Metamora offered. Celestia looked up at Metamora quizzically, but said nothing.

“What she needs is to be put the fuck out. She was about to rape me and make you watch!”

“You can always see straight through me, but you can’t see the pain she’s in?”

“The pain she’s in? I don’t care about the pain she’s in. She wanted to hurt us!”

“Why, though.” Metamora asked, pausing to let you think, “Why do you think she wanted to hurt us?”

“Because we love each other, and that’s something she’s never felt!”

“You’re right,” Metamora agreed, throwing a hoof gingerly over the fallen princess, “She hasn’t felt love in the way we have. And it’s time someone shared that feeling with her. Can you put your anger behind you and show her that love exists to be shared?”

“Em, you’re not really asking me to fuck her better are you?”

“I’m asking you to see through your anger, Anon. You’re better than that.”

“You’re really okay with this?”

“Anon, this is bigger than us. This is how we give back. This is how I can give back.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, “But you know I only love you, right?”

“I know. And I know you’ll do this because you want her to know how wonderful that feels. But you need to love her too, you need to share that warmth.”

“Em,” you caution, “After what happened…”

“She needs your love. Just… mean what you say this time. I know where your heart is.”

“Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d fall in love and then have her tell me to fuck someone else.”

“Oh Anon, thank you so much. Please, anything you want, I’ll make it happen.”

“Stop. I’m not doing this for you. I’m doing this for Em. I don’t want your fake gratitude or your desperation. Just… You want to feel like a normal mare, right?”

“I-I…”

“Then let me treat you like one,” you instructed, bending your knees slightly to rest eye-to-eye with her, “Now tell me what you want.”

She looked into your eyes for a long moment, a softness there that wasn’t before. Her stare turned from confusion to excitement to hope, a blush forming on her alabaster cheeks, “Would you- could you… a kiss?”

You didn’t hesitate. For Em, you didn’t hesitate. At first you planned for a quick kiss, but Metamora’s words hit you again. You needed to make her feel loved. You closed your arms around her neck, playing amongst the flowing ether of her mane with one hand as the other held her tight. She leaned into the kiss, letting her tongue meet yours as they both sought to intertwine. You let her break the kiss, letting her dictate the pace.

“Please,” she whimpered, “No more waiting.”

“Roll over,” you commanded, letting go of her and easing her onto her back with her head still facing yours. You stepped around her, getting to all fours with your knees behind her and your hands on either side of her neck.

“F-fuck… It’s really happening.”

“You did this,” you chide, pointing towards your somehow still-hard dick, “Now you get to deal with it. Poetic, isn’t it?”

You lowered yourself down onto her, letting your dick come in contact with her heated opening.

“Aaanon…” she moaned, watching with excitement as you borrowed one hand to guide your shaft onward. You pressed forward with the slightest of pressure, feeling your head begin to spread her open. She was not near as tight as her sister, unsurprising given her larger stature, but you could tell that your slow approach was still having a significant effect on her.

“No-Nopony’s ever been this gentle with me,” she squeaked, “I’m not made of crystal, I won’t break.”

“I thought you wanted to be treated like a normal mare. This is how I treat all my mares. Right Em?”

She nodded, a hoof moving suspiciously between her legs. Right on, Em.

“Ah, I see why my sister was so enamored with you. Fuck, you’re better than anything I’ve ever… Uh, no offense to Atlas.”

“None taken,” Metamora laughed.

“Keep saying things like that and I’ll have to reward you,” you chuckle, using your free hand to seek out her love bud and rub against it.

“Ah!” she squealed, her hips rocking up against you as you pumped in and out of her with slow, deliberate motions. Your hand didn’t stop either, drawing circles atop her winking clit.

"God I love doing that," you groaned, feeling her walls squeezing you tighter.

She kept making little noises as you continued, little moans of pleasure peppering the quiet, gentle tempo of your lovemaking. Before long her moans grew into cries of- …She wasn’t crying out in pleasure. You looked down at her and noticed tears in her eyes, her gaze locking on to yours once you noticed her. You stopped moving, withdrawing your hand too.

“I’m so sorry,” she wailed, “Anon, I’ve made such a mistake. I-”

“Shh…” you comfort, kissing softly along her neck, “We can stop if you want.”

“That’s not- I don’t…” she struggled, sniffling “I mean about what happened earlier… you taught me something today. And your Changeling…”

“Metamora,” you corrected, a bit of an edge to your voice.

“She- There is good inside of her. ”

“There’s good inside all of us, Princess,” Metamora replied, “Evil too. What defines us are our choices.”

“Y-you’re right. I’m sorry you both saw the evil in me.”

“Great, this was a nice family moment here, but Celestia please tell me you’re not done yet. I’m cumming in one or both of you before I leave this room, and Celestia you’ve got first rights.”

She nodded.

Author's Note

Hah! Really got you all there. You all thought that Celestia was evil or that she had gone mad, but it turns out she's only a metaphor for the very idea that underpins the entire story! Fancy that!

...For real though. I know the last chapter got a bit grim, but I really wanted to play up the darkness and desperation Celestia felt. Through trapping Anon in such a defenseless position, we both lit the fuse on an inevitable discovery and mirrored the hopelessness that colored Celestia's actions.