Author's Note

Fuck You, I'm Magic-er is an alternate (bad-end?) to Fuck You, I'm Magic ...or is it?
This chapter brought to you by Arravadel as part of the Extra Chapter Challenge.

Many will remember Fuck You, I'm Magic as the abnormally dark kind of rape-y chapter. So carrying on that, here is my due diligence:

Features: Non-consentual themes, Spanking, Futa, among the usual suspects (e.g. Sex)

Spoiler for those who think you're not interested because of the above: It's roleplay! Anon convinces Celestia to try an ...unconventional method to get over her worries.

Note: This was actually the chapter for tomorrow (Thursday 1/3), but today's chapter has really been fighting me, so I'm tossing this one up in its stead. I'll be releasing today's chapter tomorrow so don't be too confused if you see an unread chapter pop up before this one.

[Bonus][Act IV] Fuck You, I'm Magic-er

“How dare you!” Celestia yelled, “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. You commanded your magic forward, forming a mold over her horn. 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 declared in a voice that was not her own, “Fuck you, I’m magic-er.”

You watched as the edges of your magic-impeding cast singed away like burning paper.

“You can’t…” you begged, watching the last of your aura dissolve in flame, “Please!”

“You’re right,” Celestia said, her voice back to its normal tone. “I can’t…”

Suddenly it seemed like her entire form lit on fire, bathing her in deep orange flames. After a moment, she stepped forward, emerging from the blazing inferno and looking… a lot hotter. The delightful pastel sorbet of her mane and tail were replaced by literal fire. The soft purple of her irises had been replaced by a blazing amber, burning brightly against her umber sclera. The shimmering gold of her minimal regalia was replaced by copper barding that now extended to her chest, wings, and head.

“But I can,” her new form spoke in that other, darker voice.

“Wait Celestia this isn’t-”

“This,” she spoke, pointing a hoof at herself, “Isn’t Celestia. Call me Daybreaker.”

“Fuck that’s hot…” you caught yourself saying involuntarily, “I mean… I’ll never give you what you want.”

“You don’t have to give me anything, human. Daybreaker takes what she wants.”

“Stop!” you scream.

Daybreaker flinched at your words, seeming like she was waiting for you to say something else. When you didn’t her grin turned again as she waltzed right up to you.

“Stop? Just like that?” she asked coyly, “No, my little traitor, I don’t think so. All that darkness inside of you needs to see the light of day.”

“I-I’ll never fuck you!” you snarl defiantly, trying to somehow back yourself up further but meeting the cold, hard reality of the wall behind you.

“Not quite yet at least,” she grinned, turning to face the other occupant of the room, “I’ve got something else of yours to take first.”

“H-Huh?” Metamora flinched, shrinking under the fiery monarch’s gaze.

“What’s your name, Changeling?” Daybreaker spat, marching purposefully towards the now terrified bugpony.

Metamora squeaked, but couldn’t speak under the heat of Daybreaker’s stare.

“Don’t you dare touch her!” you yelled, lunging forward before you felt yourself somehow unable to move, magically held in place, “Metamora don’t let her hurt you!”

“Oh I’m not going to hurt your bug. She is your bug, right? Or are you hers?”

“That’s not how love works, you heartless bitch. Neither of us owns the other.”

“Right, because I own both of you now.”

“P-Please,” Metamora asked, “Why are you doing this?”

“Well, Metamora, I’m doing this because I want to. So do you want to feel my royal cock?”

“Wait hold on,” you interrupt, “your royal what?”

“Oh silly me,” Daybreaker snickered, turning to the side to give you a view of the absurd alabaster augmentation between her legs, “I forgot to mention that not-so-little part, didn’t I?”

“Jesus fuck holy shit, that thing’s enormous!”

“Jealous?” she asked, nudging Metamora to turn around, “Afraid I’ll ruin her? Because I will.”

Metamora weakly complied, deferring to a healthy fear of the flaming mane inches away from her.

“Last chance to do something, Anon,” she taunted, nipping at Metamora’s flank playfully.

You knew there was nothing you could do to stop her now. A braver you would have tried. But you were weak. Weak because you knew she held all the power. She could — she was going to — strip you of everything you had. You were afraid. Afraid that if you resisted then Daybreaker would take her aggressions out on your love. You were tired. Tired of fighting everything in life. So you gave in, you let it happen. You just watched…

“That’s what I thought,” she laughed, rearing up behind Metamora. You watched as she landed atop of your Changeling, causing her to struggle initially under the additional weight.

“P-Please?” Metamora’s voice came once more, something off about it.

“Please what, my little captive?” Daybreaker asked, lining her bestial tool up with Metamora’s surprisingly damp slit. From your vantage point you could see just enough to wonder if maybe, just maybe Metamora was okay with this.

“D-D-Don’t,” she stuttered.

“Oh but I thought I might…” Daybreaker laughed, pressing herself forward and spearing Metamora wide around her intruding spear.

“Hah… It’s s-so big,” Metamora squealed, that strange sound to her voice again. Was that… were you hearing hunger in her voice? She couldn’t be…

“Metamora are you enjoying this?”

“A-Anon! I’m so sorry!” she cried, pushing back imperceptibly against Daybreaker’s heated shaft.

“Oh f-fuck,” Daybreaker swore, “I’ve never fucked a Changeling before… She’s p-perfect.”

“Hah,” Metamora quipped in a moment of strength, “Bet you weren’t expecting that, sunhorse.”

“Quiet, slut. The next thing out of your mouth better be you screaming my fucking name,” Daybreaker demanded as she finally hilted inside of your love. She got what she asked for as Metamora put the blazing mare’s name to the same melody that was usually reserved for yours.

You felt paralyzed, even more than whatever magic trapped you. You could only watch. Watch as Daybreaker thrust deeper and deeper with her glorious equine cock. Watch as Metamora shuddered in pleasure with each and every movement. Watch as the solar supervillain seemed to have just as much stamina as you did. You could only listen. Listen as each thrust was driven home with a wet squelch. Listen as Metamora started to unwillingly beg for more. Listen to the loud slaps as Daybreaker only increased her pace. You could only smell. Smell the sweet scent of your mare, as turned on as ever. Smell the overpowering musk of Daybreaker’s stallionhood, strong enough to even affect you. Smell the visceral smugness pouring off the alabaster assailant.

You could only act.

“Fuck you,” you screamed, tearing free of the bindings holding you in place. …way too easily.

“Oh, would you like to?” Daybreaker asked, flipping her smoldering tail over her back and showing off the glistening, drenched marehood still between her legs, “Be my guest.”

“You know what,” you decided, a switch inside you flipping, “Maybe I will.”

“That’s the spir-” she began, startled as you grabbed her tail and yanked. You immediately began to regret that decision. As much as Metamora’s transformations weren’t actual fire, her tail was actively burning you. So much for your aggressive hold on her. You instead dropped your hands to her flanks, trying to ignore the lingering pain as you struggled to pull her towards you and away from Metamora.

“You’re not getting me off of her, Anon. My dick’s bigger than yours and I’m stronger.”

“You-” you grunted, not sure what to call her, “I’m going to hurt you.”

“Fucking do it!” she screamed, watching over her shoulder as you clenched and unclenched your fists repeatedly.

You couldn’t decide if you wanted to pummel her with closed fists or slap her ass so hard it left a mark. The perverted side of your mind made that decision for you and you felt your open palm flying toward her flank as fast as you could muster. The contact stung on your hand, but her reaction was so much more enjoyable.

“Yes!” she screamed as she shook violently, her marehood winking as the red handprint was visible against even the darker portions of her flank.

You didn’t waste a second, using your other hand to line yourself up with her slit and thrust yourself in all at once. She screamed again, her ass meeting your hips as she froze in place for a moment. You brought your hand down in the same spot once more, drawing yet another yelp of pained pleasure from her.

“Fire department’s here, bitch,” you smirked, the cheesy line just coming to you in the moment, “And I’ve got your fire extinguisher…”

You pulled back.

“Right…”

You thrust right back in.

“Here.”

She squealed again, her insides tensing against you and locking you deep within her blazing depths.

“Ah… You think you can put this out?” she asked, her mane and tail briefly flashing brighter with a white-hot flame, “Think again. You’re only fanning the flames.”

Fuck, she was good. If you were the king of untimely banter, she was your new Queen. You were… surprisingly okay with this new development.

“This is fine,” you laughed, taking an imaginary sip from an imaginary coffee cup. You just picked up the pace, driving into Daybreaker hard and fast enough to upset even her momentum, “Yeah this is definitely fine.”

“I knew you’d cum around,” Daybreaker quipped, her words sounding more like a command.

“You first,” Metamora, silent until now, demanded. You could tell from the way Celestia reacted that Metamora was holding her in a vice grip inside. Her reaction had that same effect on you, her tightness coming and going in waves as you could tell that she was pulsing jet after jet of seed into Metamora, filling her to the brim until each jet drove some out around their already dripping coupling.

You felt yourself not far behind, thrusting wildly into Daybreaker, each of your thrusts seeming to reset her never-ending orgasm. It didn’t take much more time for you to start painting the monarch’s pink insides as white as her coat, your seed shooting forth with the same kind of unbelievable volume that Daybreaker was filling Metamora with even still. You let a field of white take over your view as you all but blacked out.

You all slumped over, clumsily falling to the ground in a loose, messy embrace.

“Did I do okay?” Celestia asked, her mane no longer ablaze.

“Oh Sunbutt… you did great,” you smiled, “If I didn’t know better I’d say you really meant some of what you said…”

“You know I don’t,” Celestia frowned, looking away.

“Come on you silly horse, the whole point of this was to help you get over it.”

“I know, but-”

“Nope, you’re all out of butts for today. You wanted to prove that you were in control of your emotions, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, were you?”

“Yeah…” she signed, “I still feel bad though, making you both relive what I did.”

“I didn’t mind,” you chuckled, “and I don’t think Em did either, Right bugbutt?”

“Hha… I’m so…” she huffed, staring down at the white stream between her legs as she moved away from where there was once an enormous shaft, “…full”

“That’s a yes, in case you were wondering,” you reassure her, “So… feeling better now?”

“I uh… maybe I’m still feeling a little bit heated?”

“Oh really? Does Daybreaker need to let off a little more steam?”

“Actually… I think she needs someone to cool her off…” Celestia hinted sheepishly, her form shifting again to the

“Oh you naughty, naughty mare,” you tease, getting to your feet, “I’m going to day-break you alright. Are you going to put up a fight or?”

“N-No master. I’ll be a good pony,” she answered, her mane aflame once more.

“We’ll just see about that,” Metamora declared as she pushed you out of the way, “I’m going to show you what it means to be a Queen.”

“It’s official,” you decide, “I’ve died and gone to heaven. Sexy horny pony heaven.”

The two mares stared at you with a fire brighter than Daybreaker’s mane. If you hadn’t gone to heaven yet, you were about to.