“Y-you are not a necromancer, brother.” I hissed, stepping forward. “The spells in that book are worthless to you.”

In a second I had replayed the recent past in an instant - the wager, the duel...the loss. My hoof still clutched at the remnants of the trinket that held a piece of my soul. One couldn’t take action without acknowledging their mistakes, as painful as it was. As much as the chunk I’d sliced out of my brother’s ear, surely. It took me a second more to make a plan.

“I have two pieces of your soul. It does not require your ridiculous black arcana to merge them with the rest, only a vessel which already contains one and a working knowledge of thaumatological dynamics.” Limerence swept up the sword-staff...my sword-staff, and sheathed it in one smooth motion with his magic.

“Give me the book or I will kill your friend, Limerence.” I cast a look at the shapes of the city’s infamous detective and the skeleton standing over him. I still had control. “I can do it with a thought.”

He lifted his head, and his horn flashed.

My limbs froze, refused to move in any way as my breath hitched in my throat, spasming for air that would not, could not, move. Even my eyelids stilled, the barest hint of autonomy only remaining to focus on my brother’s face. His look was...cold.

‘Just like me.’

Only my thoughts were my own, a prisoner in my own body.

“No, lich.” Limerence said, and I felt him weaving a spell to bind what was left of my spirit. I squirmed, as one can when one’s very essence is being held in a metaphysical vice. My body refused command, my soul tugged at and shaped like a foal’s plaything. “No, you really can’t. Excelsia’s Principles of Necromantic Power, section eight, verse ten: a piece of the soul reflects the whole and the whole reflects the piece. I have two pieces of you. That is enough to take over your central nervous system. Upon your death and resurrection, your soul will seek the nearest vessel. I’m afraid I have no way of making a brain aneurysm of the sort I intend to inflict any less painful.”

All I had left were my thoughts, sensations, and all of those were currently focused on the one thing I knew was coming - the experience of having one’s soul sucked out of their own body.
Limerence stepped forward, and adjusted the collar of my robe with his hoof. Apparently it had gotten crumpled. “Father would want you to look good when you die.”

Eyes stuck wide open, I watched the final glimmer of mercy in my brother wink out. I was sure of the dread showing in mine. “Unfortunately, circumstance dictates that I do not have the luxury of letting you go to your reward. If there are any kind gods you still have the ear of, I recommend you begin praying that there is something beyond what we know as souls to pass on into the great beyond. However, I will grant you one small mercy, before the end.”

His horn burned in a green fire as he poured his magic out - and I felt it. Veins that long since stopped pumping flowed with brimstone, nerves locked in stasis now lit up in acid. And cutting through behind it all, loss. His loss. Of home, a father...a brother.

Limerence raised my staff, and I could feel a tingling cold as he pulled the wisp of a soul out of my body. A gnawing ache started in my hooves, creeping up my limbs. By the time it reached my torso it was like tossing over in bed to find out you never moved. Like being stuck in a suit of cold iron, joints squeezing me apart at the seams. I wanted to scream. I couldn’t scream. Why was it taking so long?

In that moment, I would have held back nothing to beg for a quicker end, to have my soul crushed and body run through, damn me to the afterlife - whatever eternity it held!

“Your small mercy, brother...” he leaned into my ear and whispered. The magic around us glowed ever brighter, and I dared to hope.

“For my love for you...you may now...breathe.”

I crumpled to the floor like a sack of bricks, my throat heaved with the fresh air of grating sandpaper, brain spiked with the cold flow of icy memory.

“This...this wasn’t how things had happened…” I croaked out the only words on my mind. I could move. I could breathe. The rest could wait.

“Zefu. Nice of you to finally send us off that ride.” Limerence appeared only when I turned my head, standing to the side. He looked impassioned, distant. Dressed in an armored vest of all his knives with half an ear scarred over. Ready for war. “Odd, how your memory lingers on those moments above all else. What, no guilt over father’s murder? Or the rest of our family?”

I blinked...it felt like a shadow of how it should. I looked down at my hooves, the odd mix of spiritual superimposition fading in and out over my body. Decayed flesh as I once was laid under the ghostly image of how I viewed myself to be now. I felt like me...and yet not. I recognized the situation.

“You put yourself into my dreams...and couldn’t think to spare me the pain of dying again? That’s cold of you, brother.” I spat. My hooves still felt like dead weight, but I could yet move them. I brushed against something, it rattled.

The sword was still here! I-

“You won’t be needing this.”

Limerence appeared in front of me and all but swiped it up in his magic before I could even lay my hoof on it. He offered no hoof to help me up, only leaning over me appraisingly. I grit my teeth. Every dreamer has some control over their dream. I gathered up whatever energy I had to-

“Our dream, Zefu. Whatever pain your mind makes you relive is your own burden to bear. And for all the pain you’ve caused...” He stepped back, and the backdrop of the flesh-walls of the Office became a distant perception, the two other figures blurred and all but melted away - replaced with cold concrete and a simple cot. “But make no mistake - I am in control here, not you.”

I stood, somehow. Taking a few steps toward him proved futile when my legs refused to move more than a few hooves forward. I felt my face shape into a scowl. He granted me that much agency at least.

“So why do you have me here, then? You’ve made good use of me siphoning my soul out for your magic reserves as of late. And only now do you think to actually have a word with your brother?”

Limerence flashed a momentary mix of amusement and nostalgia. “Brother. Heh, after all you’ve done? I could dissect your soul for your memories, you know, had I the time. But something tells me I would be worse off for it.”

“It’s punishment, then. And here I thought you were the noble one…don’t you have a suicide mission to prepare for?”

A tap of the hoof rooted the legs of my form, and I was stuck staring at my brother’s war-torn face as he closed in.

“It would have been more merciful for me to let you die.” Limerence spoke with the steeled tone of a hardened tactician. He has become stronger, if nothing else. “But you are of more use suffering incorporeality a while longer, for the sake of everyone else still alive. I’ve neither the time nor will to properly probe your soul for whatever fragments of memory it would provide.”

“So you wish to convince me to help you, then?” I scoffed. “I’m disinclined to acquiesce to your request.”

“No, you were right the first time - I’m sure the weight of your sins outweighs anything I could do to you at this point.” Limerence’s frown curved into a snide smirk. “But consider that to help save the city - at least then you might earn some tiny measure of redemption.”

He sat down - the room shaped to his will as the cot moved forward to catch him. While I suddenly found myself a few more hooves away. The edge of my dulled senses became sharp once again as I felt a familiar cold begin to creep in. I looked down, and felt the edges of my being tugged slightly, ever so slowly out of my form. More than sufficient to remind me of the last experience.

I looked up to find Limerence sitting on the edge of the makeshift mattress, a dim yellow glow around the steel of my cane. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even let the dread show in my eyes.

‘No, no. Not again,’ I all but begged. I knew he could hear me. ‘Just end this.’

“Don’t look so mortified, Zefu. I propose a bargain, to make this...almost enjoyable, even for you.” He held the sword partially drawn, tiny strings of my soul being drawn into the blade. The numbness was already beginning to creep up, at the speed of a freezing glacier. “You need to make it over here first to hear my offer, though. You may move.”

I took a step - and it felt like wading through a tar pit of ice and needles. Pinpricks of cold sensation lanced through my every muscle’s twitch. The few hoof lengths that separated us would take minutes at this rate, and I was going to feel every second of it.

My eyes were set forward. I let out a grunt, that he let me - but not much else. Certainly no words. It was a cruel mercy that my brother kept silent, watching me yelp and ache and whine, all but crawl my way towards him. I would have preferred taunting to the silence. At least then I could be angry. I moved, stiff and mechanical, until I stood in front of him. He bid me to sit, and so I did. Breathing ached. Moving ached. Everything ached. And it would slowly get worse.

“You were my brother, Zefu. I loved you.” Limerence said, just as much to me as to my sword. It clinked shut as he put it aside. He merely looked...sad. “But the time for talking is over, you’ve made your choices. And I’ve made mine. As I’m sure you’re feeling, this is going to be your punishment from me, for all that you’ve done.”

“How this goes forward will be up to you. Either way I get to satisfy myself seeing your retribution, and you...let’s say, you could get to experience what it’s like to live again, for however long it lasts. And in your favourite way too.” He leaned his head forward to look me in the eye, before reclining back into an exposed position I was intimately familiar with, having done it myself many times. “You may speak. And no whining, please.”

I peered down, then up, and scowled. “This is meant to be a mercy…? At least I never-”

My voice froze in place as an ethereal grip held my face. Limerence didn’t change his tone, but I could tell he was...displeased. “No whining, Zefu, please. We both know you would have done no better with me had you won - keeping my corpse in lichdom ‘at your side’ for an eternity? At least I'll let you choose. You’re lucky enough I did not return you your limp, that I’m still using your name. So don’t pretend like I have a reason to do any more than I already have.”

His hoof gripped me by my mane, and I could feel the tension of every strand as he brought me close. He spoke to me like one would laying out a deal.

“The better you, ah…'perform', the longer you get to stave off that soul-rending dematerialization. Perform well enough, and I'll make sure you get to enjoy every, last, second." He purred. Strong. Confident. My brother had me backed into a corner and he knew I knew it. "You have my word. You know I'll keep it."

I looked up, and we made eye contact long enough for me to feel the rush of blood around my face. I feared I would have forgotten the sensation. Limerence's words sent a shiver down my spine, and…I liked it.

"Still just as soft in some ways, I see…" I murmured, breaking eye contact. The indistinct wall of dream-concrete behind seemed like the better thing to focus on. He chuckled, pretending not to hear.

"I expect you to do most of the work, however. But I trust you know which buttons to press, just as I do yours." He leaned in close, and I could see a darker desire in his eyes…just for me. "And I know what you like...brother."

Glancing down, my eyes wandered down from his roughened face - recent events clearly having given it the bearing of a few more years. His chest, the light blue coat marked with tiny scrapes and fuzzy from wear. Even lower now, and my eyes rested on the sight of my brother's groin. A darker blue sheath, its soft folds parted by the pink flesh of his cock just peeking out. I found it…inviting.

I looked back up to meet his eyes. Lust and desire in a domineering visage I never expected Limerence could adopt.

And stuck between the choice of having my spirit ripped apart yet again even slower, or all the kinks of carnal pleasure with my own brother - I couldn't decide how to feel that he knew me so well.

“And the next words I want to hear from you are either ‘thank you, Limerence’, or nothing at all...if you can refuse.” His voice held the bite of self-righteous smugness. But my brother's hoof on my head now felt…almost comforting.

I leaned forward.

What first struck me was his smell. Familiar, marred with the dirt and sweat expected of his situation, but…not exceedingly so. Masculine in a way that got my extremities tingling and made my mouth water. Probably just the benefits of a lucid dreamscape. I wanted more.

My nose pressed into the soft flesh just under his shaft, and my eyes closed as I soaked in my brother's pure scent. The feeling of blood rushing through my veins, of pure physical need welled up within me, priming me for servicing him. It made me feel alive.

Manipulated senses or not, Limerence was making a very convincing argument my way, in any case.

I brushed my lips against the rim of his sheath, and the skin parted as his cock slipped out. Pressed up against my cheek, I could feel his pulse as it hardened. My maw parted and let it slip in, before the soft flesh became too stiff for me to handle. Limerence's girth filled my mouth nicely at this stage, pressed against the sides of my jaw, I pressed my tongue on his blunted head and swirled it around,
- felt the soft texture of the flesh and the tiny nub of salty fluid already leaking out.

To his credit, I heard nothing from Limerence as I was going down on him like an oasis in the desert. His cock hardened more still as I suckled on it, until it swelled to a size that pressed up against the back of my throat, stretching it - not that I exactly needed to breathe. Every twitch and pulse of pleasure I caused repeated in me, beating back the icy numbness from before. The warmth spread, as did desire. Soon my head was bobbing around the tip of his dick - the more I did the better I felt.

I yelped. But only slightly, of course. From surprise. When I drew myself off his cock it was at full mast, rigid and textured at every vein and contour, glistening with the mixture of his precum and my spit. It was time to give him my answer.

"Thank you, Limerence." I felt my chest heave for air, gasping on reflex as my tongue lolled out. I must have looked a mess. Hot.

"I hoped you would agree." Limerence smiled down at me - a self-pleased smirk that never held any doubt at all. Clearly coming from some perverse desire to see his own brother made into his personal plaything. Something we seemed to share, after all. "So how do you feel?"

"Like a dirty whore, brother." I spat to clear my tongue. "A need to serve, a desire to make you feel good, all based around the pleasure I could get from your cock in turn."

"Hm,and…?"

"...I need you, Limerence."

"That's a good colt," he purred, sitting back up on the edge of the cot. "now turn around for me, could you?"

I got my hooves, feeling a spring in my step, and did as I was asked.

"Present yourself."

My stance widened as I showed my rear, tail angled to the side as I turned to look back at him. I felt my own dangling shaft brush a moist streak against my thigh.

"W-what did you do to me…?"

"Nothing more than exploiting your senses. Though if you're asking about your sudden 'persuasion', I fear owning your soul only gets me control of what passes for your body. Even in your state. You very well know how this works." I felt my brother's weight on my back as he mounted me. He tugged at my ear in his teeth, pressing me down with a hoof on my back.

"You've been a very bad pony, Zefu. And I'm going to punish you for it."

Something firm pressed up against the underside of my tail. A moment of pressure, then the sensation of something warm and thick rubbed up against my rear, spreading it. The pleasure was...addicting.

“Oh f-f...Limerence, it’s too...i-it won’t...” My protests were cut short by the hoof on my back forcing me even lower into the floor, and I stifled a moan. It wouldn't go in smoothly, I was sure. I couldn't wait.

"Oh, it will…" My brother angled his hips and pressed down on mine, hard. The flat blunt tip of his cock stopped short against my ring - but I could feel it ever so slowly giving way. He leaned his full weight on me, and that was enough force to tip the scales. The pleasure of being stretched began to peak into what I supposed could be called 'pain' - however momentary.

He slipped in, and I grunted as the involuntary clench of pleasure made me push back for more.

“Oh, so you like this, then?” He began to thrust, and I felt his firm rod begin to work me over. Lances of pleasure began to overtake me, the stretch of my rear end around his shaft was like a massage from the inside out. My muzzle was buried under a hoof to stifle my groans. I still had some dignity left.

It didn't last long when Limerence forced himself to the hilt with one powerful thrust. I let out a squeal.

"Oh, if that master of yours could see you now. Bent over, whimpering, by his own brother…" Limerence chuckled darkly, settling into a slow pumping rhythm. He must have been enjoying himself, the only numbness I felt was the mingling edge of pleasure and pain. "If this is what you'd trade ruling the bones of the world for…pathetic."

I closed my eyes, as if that would blunt the sting of his words. We were in a near featureless dreamscape, and with only two things my mind could focus on…

'Oh, f-fuck…Limerence, you bastard…'I would be inclined to blame his sensory manipulations, but the topic of my brother's hard, throbbing cock inside me, fucking me, still shared center stage.

"If all it took was some stallion to tie you down and bend you over…I could've done this myself years ago. Or perhaps this is what those occasional trips to the Vivarium were really about, hm? Honing your body to handle a harder pounding." Limerence slowed in his thrusts, moving harder. Deeper. Every stroke just so happened to brush right over my sensitive spots in some way. I could feel our hips begin to touch, and my knees were becoming weak from the strain.

"Let me hear it Zefu, you slut." My brother's words growled in my ear, in my mind. I knew exactly what he wanted. What I wanted.

"H-harder, Limerence…" I mumbled at first, interrupting myself with an unbidden moan when he snarled, displeased with my volume. In that pause felt the pole inside me twitch, throbbing and virile.

"I want you to fuck me! Bury your cock in me, brother! Please!" My whined admission of lust seemed to satisfy him, and I felt his weight shift off as a pair of hooves wrapped around my thighs. And Limerence began to fuck.

If the prior experience was him trying to torture me into submission, this was him trying to break me. My brother had grown strong, hips pumping like a piston against my ass, or perhaps he simply now had reason to let loose?

Either way, now he was just simply looking to cum, to bring himself to orgasm over my 'body'...and I was just along for the ride. Every thrust built up the pressure, and I could feel that delightful fullness coming as my brother's pink flesh ravaged my hole.

He finished without warning, hilting himself only as much as a pleased groan. But the moment dragged on, the throbbing pulsing flare inside me emptying it's warm load into my rear end. My own neglected member twitching to squeeze every last ounce of pleasure for itself, squeeze every last drop out of him.

Limerence pulled out, abruptly, with the appropriate wet pop to accompany it, and not much else. I was left there, ass up, my insides clenching for a filling that was no longer there. I looked back to find him sitting back on the bed, pink shaft in all its flaccid glory, admiring his work.

"I was getting close…! You couldn't do me the decency of finishing me off? Even I made sure my partners were satisfied at least once."

"That depends. Are you still an unrepentant, arrogant bastard?"
The unicorn raised a brow. "And you killed your last 'partner'."

"That depends. Are you?" I shot back. "And that's exactly my point. I made sure she still had a smile on her face when I stabbed her in the chest. You ripped my soul out without so much as a kiss on the cheek."

"And I managed to hit all your kinks by taking your eternal soul into bondage for the foreseeable future. Surely, you have the better deal." Limerence shook his head. "It doesn't matter. I intend to keep to my word, remember?"

A pout pulled at the corner of my mouth, but the burning desire riled up within me had yet to be sated.

'Screw it, I already died anyways.'

I pounced, and my brother fell backwards onto the bed with no more than an amused smirk. Smug bastard.

"Fine then. I'll do it myself." I lowered myself onto him, grinding our members together. Soft hums of pleasure escaped my mouth at the returning surge of stimulation. I looked up at my brother with lidded eyes as I rubbed my erection against his softened shaft. It was still warm, and my own leaking wetness was enough for the both of us.

"Come ooon, brother-" I winked at him, putting a certain neediness into my voice. "Do you have it in you for another round? For me?"

Something about my little show seemed to pique his interest - I felt Limerence's dick twitch as blood flowed back into his member.

I moved forward slightly, sitting up to pin his hips under my rear, working my firm butt over his shaft. It also gave my brother a front row seat to my rock hard member.

"Look at how hard you make me, Limerence." I panted, grinding myself back and forth over his hardening shaft. "I don't think you've punished me enough just yet…"

"I know you went easy on me earlier - you can give a harder fucking than that." A few particularly girlish moans escaped my mouth as I rubbed myself against his stiff pole. I…I needed nothing else, at this moment. "You need to really show me my place…and I really need you inside me, brother. Please don't let this end so soon…"

Limerence put his hooves on my waist, and lifted me up, pushing inside me. It was an easier entrance than the last - and that much more pleasurable. I pushed back down on him as far as I could go, a muffled cry escaped my throat.

"Now to prove you really own me…mmf."
I closed my eyes and leaned back onto that deliciously transient moment of euphoria, as I worked my knees to bounce and grind myself over the last few inches off the base of my brother's groin, drawing shapes to find that ever elusive sweet spot. I felt the occasional drop of precum being pushed out of me with every stroke, it must have been a small puddle's worth by now. "Make…make me finish from this alone, riding you like a needy whore. Make me your slut. I'm s-so c-close…"

My ass felt nearly numb, spearing myself on that flesh pole for what felt like hours now. Each time I brought my hips down on his, a wet slap echoed, and another layer of pleasure built towards my peak. It was all I could feel now, all I was chasing. Frantic need drove my movements as I fucked myself on Limerence even harder now, faster, deeper. I opened an eye to peek at my brother, and all I saw was a face on the brink of orgasm.

All I needed now was to bring us over the edge.

"How much more do you need to hear…?" My voice was pitched, pleading, my throat sore from the feeling of exertion. "Your cock is all I need… c-cum…for me, brother…p-please…A-ahh~"

Something in that last moment must have been enough, because in the next I slammed myself down on him one last time, feeling that wonderful flare deep within, and the light warmth of his load being spilled inside me, filling me up.

That moment stretched out into infinity as I finally came myself, having brought my brother to orgasm for a second time. My form spasmed as I clenched down as hard as I could on Limerence's cock, milking him for all he was worth. Ropes of my jism shot out into the dream ether of who-knows-where, a deep cry of pent-up pressure came from my chest as my vision flashed and I began to feel dizzy.

One of the best orgasms I've had in…a very long while.

The next thing I knew, I was laying on the mattress, Limerence a slight distance beside me, looking more than a little pleased with himself. All traces of bodily mess disappeared, but with all the visual markings and afterglow radiating through our bodies. The perks of incorporeality.

We laid beside each other looking up at a sky that didn't exist for a long while.

"Do you have any more…confessions?" My brother crooned with all the liquid smoothness of honey, but I could hear the breath behind his voice. "Because as enjoyable as that was…it's nearly time for me to go."

"Well, normally I would ask you to leave this dirty little secret between us, I have a reputation to keep. But…I guess that matters little, now." An element of sadness crept into my voice. I looked at my hooves, looking as real as I could wish but still feeling ever so slightly off.

"I…wish things could have been…different…" Limerence mused with no small amount of melancholy. "I stand my decisions. Believe me when I say I would have let you go, if I could. But now sacrifices are needed, from all of us."

"So did I." I chuckled darkly, brushing my hoof against his. Memories of our foalhood sprang forth. The edges of the dream were beginning to show, and I doubt the real world would let my brother delay this forever. "Does this mean I can call you 'daddy', now?"

"Keep in mind I can still end the conditional loop early, you know." The unicorn snorted, looking at me from the corner of his eye. "I might still actually call on you once more before this is over."

"Thinking of using me in public, then…? It has a certain ring to it, though…" I smirked, rolling onto my side to face him. The look on his face showed he was definitely thinking about it.

'Daddy Limerence...' The thought no doubt satisfying my dark sense of humour, but no doubt missing its mark given…past events.

"Until next time then, but maybe I could give you something to remember me by…" I rolled over him and moved a hoof to his thighs easing his legs apart as I cradled his firm, heavy nuts. "And if I'm to be stuck as a wisp with only memories to comfort me in between, I know what I'd like to be stuck reliving…"

"You're an insatiable slut, Zefu…" My brother sighed, but his meaty rod twitching back to life for one last round said otherwise.

"Your insatiable slut, brother. And you like it that way." I winked, bringing my head down and trailing a long, slow lick from base to the tip of his magnificent cock. I planted both forelegs under his thighs and got to work.

As that cool numbing from long before began to seep in from my tail, I worked even harder bobbing my head up and down on Limerence's dick. My eyes focused on the fur of his groin, while my lips felt the throbbing of his shaft, nose pressed up against his sheath and the smell of his musk. My mouth was being filled nicely with the thick slab of flesh ramming down my throat. And the occasional glance directed upwards captured the sight of my brother's face locked in an incredulous pleasure for me to keep.

The feeling of incorporeality was reaching higher now, for my midsection. I withdrew to plead my case one final time, speaking through heavy breaths with my lips planting kisses around the side of his cock.

"Cum for me one last time, brother? One 'final mercy'? You do love me, don't you?"

I closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around Limerence for the last time. I used every trick I knew - swallowing, licking, moaning around him as I all but fucked my throat harder and deeper than ever before upon his stallion meat. It's not like I would need air, after all.

Before being drawn into mist, the last thing I felt was swallowing the rich, salty tang of the first spurts of my brother's thick seed upon my tongue.

Author's Note

Headcanon: Limerence went on the Pylon raid with a very sore crotch distraction...

Some 5.2k odd words all for the joke of soul vore. The things I do for porn...

Edit: I forgot a word. You didn't see anything.