Oviposition

Twilight wondered how Applebloom was doing, but she wasn’t worried. She knew she’d make her proud.

Besides, Twilight had better things to do. She’d taken the guise of a new recruit to the filly guides, a green unicorn with an innocent name, Suckmint. At least she was pretty sure that was an innocent name; she’d gotten out of the habit of hearing pony names, so just chose a name she might give to a pony filly.

The first thing she wanted to do was visit her old library home, wondering if Spike might be there and if he’d like to plow her current grotesquely adorable form. She couldn’t believe that she’d never thought to fuck Spike before, especially since dragons had two cocks.

The thing was, she wasn’t exactly sure what was at the library. Applebloom had been a spy in Ponyville for a while now, but it seemed that Chrysalis was having her block certain information on the hive network from Twilight, including what was going on at the Golden Oaks Library. It made her excited to find out what she’d find there. There was any number of things it could be, ranging from Spike having formed of harem of grade schoolers to a death trap meant to horribly murder Twilight, and all of those options were hot.

She adjusted her filly guide uniform as she finally arrived, knocking a tiny hoof at the door. It was probably louder than a tiny hoof should be, but she was excited to see what was going on. It surprised her though at who answered the door.

“What do you ponies want?” It was a fellow-student from Celestia’s magic school, if Twilight remembered correctly, though she couldn’t remember her name. The mare poked her head out with an annoyed expression, looking around, then down to see the filly guide. “Why are you here? Go peddle your knock-off cookies somewhere else, before I beat you to death with a barbed-wire hoofball bat. I have better things to spend my bits on!”

Ah, that charming demeanor! Twilight remembered now that this was Moondancer, though sadly Twilight knew that her amusing threats were only threats and that the wicked pony wasn’t actually willing to murder a foal for a petty annoyance… at least not yet… hm.

“Whoa, Moondancer,” another voice came from inside, trying to stay chipper. She was also familiar… hmm… oh it was Minuette, also from magic school. “This is a public library… she probably just wants a foal’s book.”

“I burned all the books for foals for not being educational enough,” said Moondancer. “And remember, I’m only the temporary librarian until Twilight comes back.”

“Is that your friend, Miss?” Twilight asked, keeping up the act for the time being. “That’s neat! I’m Suckmint, a new recruit to the filly guides, I wanted to check out a book on blow jobs!” That was something foals liked to read about right? It was something they SHOULD like to read about at least. No doubt the ponies would be impressed at a filly so willing to educate herself.

“She’s not my friend!” said Moondancer. “She’s an annoyance! I don’t know why she’s visiting me and not Lyra like she normally does, at least that way she’d have somepony to do.” She grunted again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll get you a book on fellatio, then you can shove a dick in your muzzle so I don’t have to listen to you. It’s sure to be your special talent with a name like that, you little hooker.”

“Waaait,” Minuette said. “Those books are only for adults, that filly doesn’t have her cutie mark yet and… what did you say your name was?”

“Suckmint!” Twilight said proudly, glad her ruse as a completely normal foal was going over so well. “But I don’t have any… ack!”

Twilight felt a shock before she was able to get out the hooker/hook pun. She’d forgotten that Chrysalis had implanted an anti-pun device in her.

“Leave us alone!” said Moondancer, then grunted. “At least sucking off stallions in a back alley would pay more than those vomit-inducing cookies. The last time I ate one, I felt like a zombie for a week.”

“But she can’t…” Minuette started, but Moondancer was already on her way to get the book as Twilight came inside and closed the door.

“Just let me get her out of here so I can study with one less annoyance!” Moondancer shouted. “Whoring herself out isn’t going to hurt her. I sucked dick to get through magic school and I turned out fine.”

“Debatable,” sighed Minuette, her normal smile looking a little forced.

“Wow,” Twilight decided to turn the conversation a bit. “Celestia must have really thought Twilight was a failure to replace her with another unicorn this fast!” It gave her a tiny bit of faith in Celestia if she at least recognized that Twilight was a stupid and incompetent pony before.

But to her surprise, Moondancer took offense to that, enough that she grabbed Twilight’s throat in her magic. She picked up the tiny filly form and shook her about in the air by her neck. If not for actually being a rather durable changeling, her little neck might have snapped from how forceful Moondancer shook her.

“You DARE speak about Twilight like that?” Moondancer screamed so loudly that spit hit Twilight’s face from across the room. “I’m about to suck your minty ass right through a wood chipper, you little dipshit!”

That’d be pretty hot too, but again, sadly Twilight knew she wouldn’t do it. Still… she had no idea Moondancer thought so highly of her! This was interesting indeed. She assumed that her mother and daughter at the hive had hidden that Moondancer was here so as to not spoil the surprise of getting to murder an old school acquaintance, but before she did that, she wanted to see how far Moondancer’s obsession with her went.

“Hey!” Minuette stood up from the table she was at, her own magic trying to pull Moondancer’s away, and succeeding in letting Twilight flop to the floor again. “What is wrong with you? You’ve gotten worse and worse since Twilight vanished!”

“That’s because she vanished with my heart and never even knew I liked her!” Moondancer screeched dramatically, falling to her knees and holding her front hooves in the air.

“Wow,” coughed Twilight as she rubbed her neck. Her horn lit up and cast a truth spell on Moondancer, though the two mares were too busy looking at one another to see her do it. “So Moondancer… would you really do anything for Twilight to return? It’s not like you’d murder your friends or something!"

“I said she’s not my friend!” Moondancer looked back at Twilight. “And yes, I would slaughter every one of the ponies that think I’m their friend! I would gut Celestia herself with a rusty spoon if I knew it’d bring her back!”

“Moondancer…” Minuette finally dropped her smile completely, for some reason not overjoyed that someone wanted to murder her horribly.

“Great!” Twilight smiled brightly. Her horn lit up even brighter, far too much for either of them to miss, and a beam of energy shot towards Minuette’s head. The unicorn shrieked as she was thrown against the wall suddenly, horn becoming red hot with energy before bursting into shards all over the floor around her. She fell forward, then began to panic both at the splitting pain in her head and the bits of her own horn she could see scattered about.

An instant later, Twilight transferred back to her true form. Though she was a changeling now, a pony that was obsessed with her would surely recognize her, and she was absolutely right. Moondancer started to take cover, stepping on Minuette’s head as she dove behind a table, but then stood up when she got a look at the sudden attacker. She stepped on Minuette again as she walked back towards Twilight.

“Ooow, stoooop,” Minuette sobbed as blood ran down her forehead from the tiny shards of bone left from her horn. But the bitch had been asking for it by trying to keep Moondancer from threatening a foal.

“Twilight!” Moondancer’s eyes lit up, casually clamping Minuette’s muzzle shut with her magic. “I knew you’d be back, I knew you couldn’t be dead! I don’t care what happened to you… I’m all yours… my pussy is so wet right now! Fuck it with that jagged horn!”

She’d definitely cracked since Twilight left, by pony standards at least, but it’d left her strangely enlightened by superior changeling standards. Twilight showed her thanks by grabbing Moondancer around the throat with her magic, swinging her around, and then throwing her as hard as she could. Moondancer gagged as she was held, but moaned as soon as she was released, slamming into a bookshelf.

Despite the pain of cracking her back and head against the shelfs, Moondancer kept a large grin as she tumbled back to the floor, a dozen or so books falling atop her in the process. She gagged up blood from the force of the impact, but kept her eyes on Twilight like a drug addict eyeing their favorite fix.

“Oh Twilight!” Moondancer said as a shaky hoof adjusted her glasses. “After you disappeared, they all thought you died, and it made me realize how much you meant to me! I don’t care if I’m just your little abuse toy, I want you!”

“Now see,” said Twilight as this turn of events absolutely justified everything that she’d done. “This is an example of how trauma can enlighten a fragile pony’s mind.”

As she spoke, Twilight casually trotted over to Minuette. Though her dizzy head was filled with stabbing pains, the unicorn had begun to stagger towards the door in an attempt to escape. Twilight grabbed both her hind legs in her magic to hold her still. She then crumpled her legs, bending every joint back at once, shattering them in a series of delightful crunching sounds only exceeded by the confused “But whyyyy?!” that Minuette screeched.

Twilight thought about making a silence bubble over the library, but she wasn’t particularly worried about being caught. After all, most ponies only came here to see Twilight, and they all knew she wasn’t here. Only an idiot like Minuette would bother coming here to visit a loser like Moondancer. And even if someone else did come, it wasn’t like Twilight couldn’t take care of them. She did wonder where Spike was though… probably fucking Rarity. Or more likely wishing he was fucking her as she fucked every other dick in town but his pair.

For now, Twilight decided to see exactly how serious Moondancer was.

“Just so you know, whats-your-face,” Twilight told her as she dragged Moondancer closer again by the head, leaving a trail of blood-spittle. “I’m going to murder you, this annoying bitch, and every other pony in Equestria. It will be a nightmare, torment like you’ve never imagined, like the entirety of Equestria will morph into a more hellish version of Tartarus.”

It wasn’t entirely accurate since they’d be keeping many ponies as livestock… or fuckstock, but she wanted to sound extra edgy for this. She dragged Moondancer up to her, and pointed Moondancer’s horn at her own exposed throat. She lowered her defenses enough that Moondancer would think that she wasn’t defending herself, even if her changeling defenses were still on high to protect her. “You can stop that and save all of Equestria, be a hero perhaps even! Or you can murder Minuette for my amusement and become my sex toy until I snuff out your own worthless flank to cheaply get off, probably within minutes of Minuette’s death.”

“Seriously, what the buck?!” Minuette sobbed as she pointlessly tried to drag herself towards the door, leaving a nice trail of blood but not making it far enough to matter. “Damn it, if I die, I’ll miss the orgy Lyra planned tonight, this sucks!” As if a pussy party where no one dies could be anywhere near as fun as this.

Twilight expected Moondancer’s inferior pony thoughts to surface again and actually attempt to kill her, but it seemed that Moondancer had broken in just the right way. She teared up, and Twilight could feel they were tears of joy, pulling her horn back away from Twilight’s throat.

“I don’t care what you do!” Moondancer said. “All I ask is that you fuck me as I murder the annoyance, but you don’t even have to do that! Knowing I got you off with my death is all I need!”

“Maybe I’ll fuck you,” smirked Twilight, but her ovipositor had already dropped, hanging down beneath her. “Only if you prove creative enough in how you snuff this evil toothpaste pony… I’ve already forgotten her name again.”

“But WHY?!” Minuette seemed to be having a fit of stupidity, her sick pony mind unable to comprehend making a pony suffer just to get off on it. What else was Twilight supposed to do with ponies? “Please, I be-e-e-e-egggg.”

Minuette suddenly shivered, and Twilight realized that Moondancer was casting a spell on her. The other pony suddenly stopped her complaints simply staring in front of her. Fortunately though, her body still twitched in the agony of her condition, so the spell wasn’t lessening that.

“It’s a mind control spell!” Moondancer bragged. “I learned it just for you, as a safety precaution in case you came back but didn’t want me. I also have a futa spell ready, but I guess I won’t need it!”

She licked her lips, looking beneath Twilight at the delicious shaft beneath her, throbbing with its sharp spines all over. It was rare to have a pony look at changeling bits with hunger instead of fear. Twilight wondered if she should let the eager pony live, but then again… wasting such potential by snuffing it out to get off was quite arousing!

“But you didn’t try to use it on me?” Twilight snerked, not that it would have worked.

“Of course not,” shrugged Moondancer. “I’d rather you do it willingly, even if it means I die a horrible death it’s all worth it!”

“Aw, how sweet,” said Twilight. “But honeyed words won’t sway me, you need to get to work.” She wouldn’t admit it, since Moondancer needed to be properly humble, but it was impressive that a pony was capable of such advanced concepts of love. If only more ponies showed such initiative!

She supposed Moondancer probably got the books on how to from the Canterlot archives, since the librarian there had been replaced with a changeling and would probably allow books on dark magic to be checked out by just anypony now, as it should be. If a single creature can master those arts and take over, then they deserve to be in charge.

“Yes, Mistress!” Moondancer grinned widely and turned back to Minuette. “You probably know this, but the spell I used on her keeps her fully aware of what she’s doing, so it won’t decrease her suffering at all! So don’t worry, she’ll die in abject terror just like my entire race will at your hooves!... everypony’s really gonna die, it's so hot!”

Moondancer put a pair of metal fire pokers in the burning fireplace nearby as she rambled on, and Minuette started to drag herself towards it. Now that she didn’t have the ability to cringe at her own intense pain, she was able to move much faster, partially walking on each leg though they collapsed again with each step, as if they were being rebroken again and again.

All Minuette could do was obey as tears streamed down her face. Twilight smirked, peering behind her, and was stunned to find that Minuette’s pussy was completely dry. How could she be brutally murdered and not be soaking wet? What a weird pony.

Twilight could see where this was going, so she decided to go ahead and use Moondancer while she watched, just as she would any other inferior pony. Moondancer squealed with joy as Twilight slammed her head down onto the floor, taking a head-down-ass-up position for her without hesitation, shivering in anticipation as she felt the ovipositor writhing against her behind.

“Oh wow, this is really going to hurt!” Moondancer said with glee as she felt the tiny spines.

“Let’s see if you keep up that happy attitude while it’s hurting,” Twilight said. “Can a unicorn as useless as you accomplish such a thing? I mean, you’re already a fully grown pony and you’ve probably murdered less than a dozen victims!”

“This is my first victim, actually!” Moondancer said, proud of her failure if it meant more abuse from her mistress. “And I’m a virgin other than my throat because no one wants to fuck or even rape my nasty pussy! And I tried too, I literally roofied myself in a bar! So worthless! Now shred my virginity with your demonic cock, my lover!”

Twilight growled, offended that a lowly creature like a unicorn would refer to the Princess of the Hive as her lover. She extended her spines and rammed into the pony’s pussy as hard as she could. Moondancer squealed as Twilight penetrated her sopping wet cunny, or at least started to, but it transformed into a howl of agony as the shaft invaded her. Twilight’s barbs dragged down her passage, tearing through her hymen and leaving painful slides down every fleshy wall. Just on the first thrust, Moondancer’s cervix gave way as Twilight punched into the pathetically unused womb.

Minuette shook violently as Moondancer was penetrated too, and for a moment Twilight thought she’d lost control, but Moondancer managed to keep hold of her. The mind-controlled unicorn rolled over in front of the fireplace, grasping one of the fire pokers in her muzzle. The entire steel rod was scalding hot, and steam rose from her muzzle from saliva as her lips burned.

All she could do though was double over, choking on her own sobs as she rammed the rod deep into her own pussy. Twilight could tell by how easily it gave that Minuette was no virgin, and probably a slut, but a slut by pony standards had no chance against what a changeling might consider conservative play.

Her belly tensed and convulsed as she stabbed the rod deep into her pussy, then picked up the second one, her tears falling upon the first and steaming away along with what little vaginal wetness she had. The second one was shoved into her asshole, which was a great deal tighter and dryer, and she had to shove hard a dozen times to get a proper depth.

Moondancer was in a great deal of pain now, clenching her teeth with tears streaming down her face as her fuck tunnel was slowly torn apart from the inside, but showed admirable loyalty and even awkwardly shoved her hips back in time with Twilight’s thrusting. Twilight shifted to extend a second shaft, shoving it into Moondancer’s tailhole at the same time, the pony yelping again, clearly tempted to ask for mercy, but still didn’t. Her desire to be bred by Twilight seemed to override the instincts of the inferior life form that she was.

Impressively, Moondancer kept her control over Minuette. Twilight could only assume that she’d been practicing this spell on who-knew-who for a while in hopes of being able to tackle Twilight with it, a noble feat even if pointless. It wasn’t complete control however, as the influence started to wane until Minuette could at least speak. Twilight didn’t mind her speaking though; the begging of ponies who had no idea why they were being murdered could be very arousing.

“Please I was just trying to be nice!” Minuette sobbed. “I wanted you to feel better, I was trying to be friends… there’s no reason to do this to me! Please just let me go, I’ll not tell anyone how I got hurt I swear, I just don’t wanna die!” It was always pleasant to find a pony that feared death so much that they’d beg to continue living even when facing a tortured end.

She couldn’t stop ramming her holes though. As she pulled the rods back the first time, they’d already baked against the skin and she had to yank hard to tear them back out, then rammed them as hard as her weak muscles could, blood pouring down her plot into a slowly growing puddle around her hips. She tried to look away from what she was doing, but Moondancer didn’t allow that, making her stare at it. She doubled over further, reaching her tongue out to lap at the penetration point where the searing hot metal baked her pussy. Blood splattered into her eyes, but she wasn’t even allowed to blink.

Moondancer’s weak magic however couldn’t keep the rods consistently hot, so Twilight aided her there. In fact, they became a lot hotter than they would have just from the fire. The metal grew brighter red, then faded into orange and yellow, her words devolving into screams from the intense heat. Even the hooves that held the implements of her own anguish were beginning to crack.

As the metal went from yellow to white, the entire room was heating up, but Twilight strengthened Minuette’s body so she wouldn’t die in seconds as she should have from this. Her blood was literally boiling after a few minutes, bawling as her blood literally boiled, arteries bursting within her as bruises appeared all over.

“No… don’t … don’t kill…” Fascinatingly, even once she should have been dead, and was experiencing more agony than her brain was designed to comprehend, she still feared death more than life.

“Oh my Twilight, that’s hot!” Moondancer moaned as she stared wide-eyed at the torment. “Like… figuratively, in addition to the… you know…”

Twilight grunted as her anti-pun device zapped her because of Moondancer’s near-pun. Wow, that thing was strict, but it was completely warranted when Mommy caught her making a pun list.

Moondancer’s glee at seeing a pony in such excruciating pain overcame much of her own agony, her hips rolling faster, pounding her holes around Twilight’s razor cocks as her own blood dripped down her shaky thighs and onto the floor.

“More, my love!” Moondancer begged. “Give me more! I want to feel agony like that if it will get you off harder!”

“Let’s see how long your concentration can last then,” smirked Twilight. “Remember if you disappoint me, I’ll make your torture stop and put you in a comfy chair where I’ll never touch you again.”

“No!” Moondancer cried. “Torment me! I will take it forever just to feel more of your touch on my filthy body! My torment is a unique sign of our eternal bond!”

“Now see?” Twilight asked Minuette. “Why can’t you be more of an overachiever like Moondancer?... even if she’s clearly delusional about how eternal or bonding our love is.”

“Yeees!” Moondancer moaned, even Twilight saying she didn’t love her that much counted as close enough to torture to get her off it seemed. How interesting to see her act effectively like Cadance now without needing any time at all to reform her into that state.

Twilight heated her own cocks up, morphing them into more jagged, metallic shapes to channel the heat, and slowly regenerated Moondancer’s inner flesh so it could be ripped into shreds again and again. If she hadn’t, it would have all been torn out by now and she’d just be fucking one very loose hole. As the air in the room and white-hot cocks inside Moondancer began to boil her blood as well, Twilight kept both of her prey alive.

Of course this was also a wooden treehouse library, so eventually several of the books caught on fire. Twilight dutifully put them out, teleporting them away so she could go through them later for anything she wanted to keep. She protected the treehouse from burning as well, for now, if only because she didn’t want to draw the attention of enough ponies for her secret to get out early.

“Should I release you from life, Minuette?” asked Twilight. “Your torture is only going to get continually worse until you die!”

“I don’t wanna die pleeeee!” Minuette sounded like she was gargling molten flesh, especially when her tongue swelled up and outright exploded in her muzzle at the end.

Minuette caught on fire now, but Twilight kept a regenerating spell on them both, leaving her in a constant state of her flesh burning away. As her blood and juices boiled into a thick mist all around the room, Twilight replaced them magically with a more acidic version to both last longer and cause additional agony. Even then, Minuette shook her head frantically when Twilight looked at her, fearing oblivion over all else.

The whole time, Minuette continued raping herself with the hot irons, so intensely hot now that they’d have melted without Twilight’s magical intervention. Every ram into her nethers completely obliterated both tunnels, burning them away at the mere touch, but by the time she withdrew again, they were already healed back. Her screams went up several octaves now, combined with the sloshing sound of the rods inside her, making it sound like a flock of cum-covered breezies screaming as they were run over with a steam roller.

Moondancer was aflame now as well, the flames licking pleasantly at Twilight’s own magically enhanced body. She let her defenses down just slightly so that she could savor some of the pain that her toys felt. Surprisingly, Moondancer was still holding Minuette under her control, but it wasn’t going to last long as Moondancer’s charred legs gave out faster than they could regenerate, bones crumbling into dust and tumbling to the floor as Twilight continued to pound her. Moondancer creamed herself as she hit the floor, even though all her marecum immediately flashed into steam and rolled up over Twilight’s body instead of landing on the floor.

“Better not lose your concentration, Moony!” laughed Twilight. “If you do, both your and her torment will end! I’m surprised she doesn’t prefer that since it would mean a peaceful death over continued torment.”

“No don’t stop Mooonyyyy” Minuette screamed as her tongue reformed and then almost immediately exploded from the heat again. Her pussy exploded in another way, unwilling fuck juice splattering everywhere before flashing to steam mid-air. It was interesting to see them side-by-side, two creatures that both wanted to stay alive for almost the same reason, but Minuette refused to enjoy it while Moondancer savored it.

“Why is she not dead, Moondancer?” Twilight asked as if Minuette being alive was her fault, which it clearly was. “I told you to murder her, not reward her! If this keeps up, I won’t make you into my immortal egg sack where you’ll be forced to carry my eggs and have them explode out of you in an eternal cycle!”

“No I’ll do it-” Moondancer’s tongue exploded as well, but she still cuddled her flaming head against Twilight’s chest as her eyes popped and began to boil. As her tongue reformed she continued. “I’ll boil her in acid!”

“No NOOO!” Minuette screeched as her flaming body writhed and her hooves continued to helplessly ram the metal into her orifices. “I’ll be an egg sack too just don’t ki--- fuuuuu” Her tongue bloated up out of her muzzle before splattering again.

That never got old, and it was pretty fun. Maybe doing this sort of thing outside of the hive wasn’t as bad as she thought it might be, since it allowed for play that she couldn’t do in the egg chamber due to all the eggs there.

Moondancer’s magic surged with pure determination despite her agony, willing to do anything to not disappoint her Twilight that had finally come back to her. She teleported a group of chemicals from the downstairs lab, combining them together above Minuette as they hovered. Frantically churning the chemicals into a mixture of sulfuric acid, she then dumped it onto Minuette.

“No I’ll be a good egg sack I swa-” Minuette didn’t get the words out as it crushed down upon her, immediately burning a hole into the already weak floor despite Twilight’s protective spell to keep it from catching aflame. It was an impressively toxic mixture as Twilight pushed Moondancer forward so they could look into the hole.

Minuette was beyond complaining now, her body dissolving into an increasingly large hole in the basement, and Twilight had to expend an incredible amount of energy to keep her alive without outright making her immortal. She was far too deliciously afraid of death to make immortal, even now mind flooding with more dread from ceasing than from continuing. Even as acid flowed into her now-gaping holes and burned up her insides, she continued to live.

“What a disappointment,” Twilight glared down at Moondancer. “Why is she STILL alive?”

“I don’t know!” Moondancer finally began sobbing outright, far more than she had at any point in her torment. “I’m trying, I swear I’m trying!” But her magic was finally fading, unable to concentrate through the agony. Minuette was free from mind control now, not that it mattered.

“What a failure!” Twilight ripped her shafts from Moondancer, refusing to dignify her with a shot of her precious seed. She yanked Minuette out of the pit of acid, burning off the remaining bits of it before she regenerated almost to full health again.

“Thank you I swear I’ll be a good egg sack…” Minuette cried, getting the wrong idea that they’d let her live. Twilight couldn’t let her live though with her being more afraid of dying than anyone Twilight had met.

As for Moondancer, it’d be interesting to see if she’d stay loyal and pain-loving even with no changeling influence to her mind. It was worth an experiment.

“I’m leaving you, Moonprancer or whatever,” Twilight lied to her just to terrorize her a bit more. “I mean it, we’re through. I’m going to leave you here to take care of the fallout and erase from your brain that I’m still alive. Then I’ll erase from my own brain that you ever existed.” She turned to Minuette. “Come over here, I want you to ram your head into my cunt and suffocate there. Not the most painful of deaths, but your screaming will be delightful until you stop moving forever, and it’ll get me off more than this failure has.”

“But you said…” Minuette begged, even though Twilight hadn’t said anything like that. Twilight took control of Minuette herself, and all Minuette could do was shake her head as she trotted over behind Twilight.

“Don’t leave me!” Moondancer was so panicked that she seemed to have forgotten about Minuette. She tried to move back to Twilight, but her legs were still collapsed by the stifling heat, and Twilight refused to regenerate that part of her. She writhed pitifully on the floor like a foal being left out in the cold.

“Please don’t… I said I’ll do anything but die, I’m not kidding I really will do anything to stay-” Minuette begged all the way up until her face pressed against Twilight’s changeling slit. Twilight felt the face tense when Minuette felt the barbs inside, long and razor sharp. She forced her muzzle inside, Twilight’s pussy opening to pry her barbs out of her own flesh and expose them for Minuette’s head.

Once she had her muzzle in there was no stopping it. Twilight flexed, sucking the head into the soppy hole. Minuette let out her final breath with a scream as she felt the nails within embed into her face. Her newly repaired eyes were impaled, needles digging into her from every angle as she was pulled in up to the neck.

As the tight lips snapped around her neck, there was no pulling free, so Twilight released her from the mind control. She immediately tried to pull herself back, thrashing violently, making Twilight groan from the tugging and struggle within her. She panted and looked down at Moondancer with disdain.

“Maybe I’ll not just have you forget this, maybe I’ll make you forget I ever existed at all as well,” threatened Twilight. “You’ll wonder why you’re even at this library, since you have nothing else in your life to make it meaningful.”

“Please, I’m offering myself to you!” Moondancer begged, lowering herself to bow. “To be your egg sack, anything! You can kill me or not, as long as my flesh is pleasing to you I don’t care if it’s fresh or rotten, just fuck me over and over please!”

Twilight ignored the begging this time, backing Minuette against an empty bookshelf. She slammed her hips back, using her like a dildo stuck to a wall, thrusting her hips and draggined the razor pussy around her face to slice into it. Minuette kicked desperately, still trying to get out as she suffocated within, muzzle filling with her own blood as her delicious despair boiled over.

“Who are you?” Twilight looked down at Moondancer, pretending to have already erased her from her own memory. To add insult to injury, Twilight continued protecting her from the heat inside the library, making certain she stayed comfortable now that she’d regenerated.

“Nooo!” Moondancer shrieked, her own despair brilliantly surpassing Minuette’s. “I’m Moondancer, please remember! I-I can help you! I’ve done tons of research on dark magic in case I found your corpse and needed to re-animate you!”

Twilight glared at Moondancer, now not teasing at all, at the offense of her thinking that her meager dark magic could be of any use to the Hive when Chrysalis and Twilight could already use more than Celestia or Luna. Still, she seemed so desperate to satisfy Twilight, she had to admit that it made her curious as to what she could do, and she’d try even harder every time Twilight denied her.

There was a loud sickening crack from Twilight’s posterior as Minuette’s skull buckled a bit under the pressure within, spikes driving right through her bone and into her brain as her suffocating struggles weakened. Twilight pulled Moondancer’s sobbing face closer then, pulling it to her extended ovipositor, equally wicked spikes protruding from the flesh there.

Moondancer hesitated only a moment at the spikes before forcing herself onto it. Her body convulsed when she felt how razor sharp they were, tensed, then drove her head down onto it willingly. Even as Twilight lengthened them, Moondancer keep her muzzle moving, forcing it down her own gagging throat.

Soon the needles lengthened enough that they protruded from Moondancer’s bloated neck as it dragged back and forth, but she forced herself to keep moving as blood poured from her neck. Twilight prevented her from committing suicide by cock just yet by healing her again, allowing her to continue on.

“I really should think of something ‘unique’ to do with you,” pondered Twilight. She didn’t want to give her the same treatment as the elements, but she certainly had earned an interesting fate.

Moondancer’s joy sky-rocketed at Twilight’s words, her head moving more enthusiastically. As she got used to the agony, one of her front hooves moved to rub at her pussy, which Twilight generously allowed.

Meanwhile, Minuette’s panic was at its height as she felt herself fading, her body convulsing in a wonderful deathgasm. Moondancer grabbed one of her hind legs and pulled it under when she recognized the death throes, then lowered her head as she continued to rip apart her own bloody face on Twilight’s shaft.

Minuette’s head finally gave in completely, skull breaking into shards and brains crushed between them as it imploded into mush within Twilight’s body. The unicorn got what she feared the most, oblivion, as her body spasmed and she began to piss herself. Moondancer was ready, shaking violently as she allowed it to spray up over her bleeding face to sting more at her wounds, taking any opportunity to try and impress Twilight just a little more.

Twilight removed her protection from the library, which was instantly wreathed in flames. She was almost done so no one would be putting it out before she finished. It was quite cathartic for Twilight, as well, allowing all those precious pony memories to extinguish here as they had in her heart months ago.

Moondancer’s horn lit up as Minuette grew still, and Twilight recognized the dark magic as soul-binding. She scanned Minuette and found that her soul was locked within her corpse, giving her something even more terrifying than just dying for her. She’d be fully conscious but unable to do or feel anything but her body slowly rotting, not fading until the last bone fragment dissolved.

“Mm, talk about going the extra mile,” Twilight groaned as she exploded as well into Moondancer’s muzzle. Not a lot of it got into her throat, most of it spraying out of the many wounds in her neck and face, a fountain of blood and changeling seed all over the floor before boiling away with the rest.

Moondancer pulled Minuette’s corpse, still embedded in Twilight’s pussy, closer, and moved to scissor it enthusiastically. Twilight could feel within her that she wanted to be just as vile as her hero now that she found out what she’d become. As she rubbed her pussy against the corpse enthusiastically, Twilight’s own horn lit up, teleporting the three away from the library just before it collapsed in on itself.