Twilight was sitting in her library. On her table were a dozen books and a mug of hot coffee. The former princess sighed, as she took a sip and flipped over the page of an ancient tome from the 2nd century. It was written in Ancient Taurian, the language of the old Asterian Hegemony, back when the minotauran cities were at the peak of their power. She could read it, but it was a slow process. And so far, she hadn't made much headway either, as most of the tome spoke of minotauran heroes battling griffon legions or politics, without much mention of magic. She knew it was there, as the Asterian priests were rumored to have engaged in dark magic, but at the very least they seemed to had taken care not to mention it in any official texts.

That, and she wasn't in the best mood for research, either.

A knock on the door caused her to turn around and Spike stepped into the hall, with two more books in his hands. "That is about all I could find in the Modern Section," he mentioned, as he placed them on the pile. He looked at Twilight and it was clear he was concerned. "Are you feeling alright?"

"No, but thank you, Spike. I will...manage," said Twilight. She was fully aware, that she was a mess. She hadn't showered yet, despite it being midday, and her eyes were still red from all the crying. She was still shaken by the events of yesterday. Not only Rainbow Dash's behavior, but Applejack...that had hurt the most.

At first, she had felt betrayed and if she was honest, she still felt that way. But she understood where her friend was coming from. Applejack's greatest concern had always been her family. And with now unrest and rebellions gripping the land and a True Demon having usurped the Throne of Canterlot...ponies would get hurt, that was for sure. And Applejack just wanted them to be safe.

But how she said it...it had sounded, like she didn't even believe that they could beat Scortatus. Had their loss shaken her that much? Twilight had been foolish to think, she had been the one most affected by this. She hadn't been brainwashed or corrupted, in the end. She would have to go and apologize to Applejack. And check on the others, as well. Surely, once everypony calmed down and gathered themselves, they would be able to come together again. Such things took time...

Time, she didn't have.

There there Twilight. There there. It not as bad as it seems. It could have been a lot worse. Since many of my fellow constitutes have already advised you to try and make the power we are giving you your own I will refrain from doing the same instead I will answer the question that you asked us and then provide some context. In our last vote, it was decided by narrow margins to give you an ability called Natural Allure which passively entices ponies in the near vicinity. I know that it sounds bad but I sure you prefer that to the other option that almost won which was Tainted Thoughts which would have started twisting your mind ever so slightly. The other two options would have altered you physically one that would have increased your breast and the other a heart-shaped daemon tail.

"I figured..." mumbled Twilight, as the voice popped up in her head. Spike looked up, before realizing that she didn't talk to him. Twilight mouthed "Covenant" and he nodded. She looked up to the ceiling, mostly in an effort to concentrate on the conversation. She had decided to engage a little bit with these bastards if only to learn what they were about. Screaming and crying was something that would likely only amuse them and she didn't want to give them the satisfaction...again.

You may be wondering why I telling you this and the answer is simple. I want you to understand the situation that you are in. We will be slowly but surely changing you there is no way around that fact. However as much as we can influence and change you, how you react to these change can influence us and as many of us, if you can prove to us that you are a better option than Scortatus, is will try to make you stronger than him so that you can bring about a new order. We know that you will not enjoy the changes we place upon you but it is up to you what you do with them. If you can not turn them into strengths then we will break you down until you are nothing but a cock loving whore that Scortatus wants. The choice is up to you Twilight Sparkle.

She snorted derisively. "Right...so, you replace Scortatus with me. Preferably, after twisting me into a mockery of my former self beforehand. Maybe as a puppet for you to influence and manipulate?" She got no answer from this Archivar or whatever he called himself.

Still, she had picked up that some among these demons seemed very eager to take her side. The sympathy was likely fake, but it was at least interesting to see that not all were allies of Scortatus or even liked him that much. Which made sense, given that he left them behind in Tartarus. Maybe she could use this? Manipulate these perverted idiots. If the change was inevitable, she could at least use it to get stronger. And then turn the tables on all these demons and make sure, they never threaten anypony ever again!

"Ehm...Twilight?" Spike cleared his throat and pointed out at the coffee-mug in her hands, whose contents slowly dripped onto the floor. Twilight had been so lost in thought, she didn't even notice that she spilled it. She quickly placed it back on the desk.

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"Yeah, I can tell," joked Spike a bit and pulled out a rag. He kneeled down and cleaned up. He occasionally looked up and Twilight could see, that he was consciously trying to avoid looking at her long legs....or even further up. When she caught his eye, he blushed and quickly stood up, hurrying out of the room.

She sighed.

This...allure the Convent had hit her with proved to be extremely annoying. She knew by now, that it was this aura that had caused Dash to assault her and even Spike evidently had trouble resisting it. She hadn't yet figured out exactly how it worked, but it was likely some kind of subliminal sexual attraction. And it seemed to work, even if the victim was aware of it, as she had told Spike about it and it changed little. It was however clear that he was ashamed of it, the poor boy...

Alright, Alright, Alright, *chuckles* Who's the lucky mare for this evening?

Mrff...Hahaha! Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Twilight Sparkle herself! I...have been waiting for this. Waiting to give you a test myself for a very long time. You may find that while you defeated Discord and Tirek with ease, they are but PAPERWEIGHTS compared to the power we daemons hold. They work in brute force, fight and attack. Simple, and clean. But lemme tell you something, Sparkle.

We don't work that way

We work unseen, like a shadow. We never outright hit you, but slowly mold you, cultivate you to the specifications we like. We like working in the dark, to mold you into the job we need for you the most. Waiting, to see how long before they break. Oh, and they do, they ALL break eventually. Start counting Sparkle, for that one year may be your saving grace. If we were given however long it takes to mold you, you would submit eventually, they all do.

But what am I saying? Your Twilight Fucking Sparkle! I'm sure you can last a single year with all of us crammed inside your head.

If I had my full strength, I would have corrupted you here, right now. But, for all that I am worth, I operate on the basis of giving everyone a chance. Even you...no matter how much I want to 'fix' you.

Get used to us, Twilight. We'll be enjoying the next year with you...

Huehuehue...

She winced, as another voice invaded her mind. This one felt juvenile and creepy. Like a virgin ranting over the internet, gloating, and salivating over half-naked mares. Though, it did point something out that had worried her for quite some time. Had the threats they had been facing before really been small, compared to the powers in Tartarus?

Tirek had been extremely dangerous, thanks to his skill in demonic magic, but now that she thought about it, he had only ever used one spell: Absorption. Once he had grown sufficiently powerful, he had then just thrown raw magic around without any spell frame or incantation. Brute strength, indeed.

It left a bad taste in her mouth. The thought, that they would have never been able to prepare for somepony like Scortatus, was not sitting right with her. If demons really were that dangerous, how did they get locked up in Tartarus in the first place?

At least, her research had provided an answer to that question. As far as True Demons like Scortatus, Abaddon, or Elise were concerned, they had been banished by Faust herself, according to old legends. Emphasis on old, as Twilight had found a record speaking of the First Rebellion dating back from 2500 B.E., Before Equestria's founding. That would make it older than even Celestia and the record spoke of it as if it had been a myth even back then.

Lesser demons were the real mystery, as it wasn't clear when they appeared or how. Twilight hadn't spent much time on the subject, but she had the suspicion that outside True Demons the word "demon" was used more as a catch-all term for any hostile immortal. Kinda like Nightmare was used to refer to corrupted alicorns, sometimes.

Ahh, Twilight Sparkle, I don't believe I had the pleasure of addressing you directly last time I was here. The others had proven rather...'rowdy', so I refrained from entering that throng until it died down a bit. I do apologize for their demeanor, by the way, but it truly is to be expected of the succubi and incubi of this realm - particularly the lesser ones, though I do believe those have been barred access from the Convent entirely. So much the better, no?

But I digress. My desire in contacting you as such is to impress upon you some knowledge which I hope you should find quite useful in the coming months, such that you might someday prove yourself a worthy adversary, such as myself. That being the simple fact that there are many roads to Tartarus - you've done well, so far, to rebuff the lust which has been the focus of our efforts thus far, but your wrath goes...quite unchecked. Take care, my dear, that you don't lean so far from one sin, that you fall headlong into the other six. Some of them truly are worth avoiding, sloth for example. Disgusting creatures, those demons who take most strongly to eternal inactivity.

Speaking of which, given time and a thorough examination of your options, I do believe you'll find yourself upon the same road I've taken - the best road if I do say so myself. Indeed, I speak from experience when I say your interests - and, I suppose, those of your friends, since you care so very much for them - are best served if you choose willingly to embrace your new nature. I know you won't listen to me now, but I intend to remind you in due time of this little bit of advice. For good or for ill, depending in part on whether or not you take it.

"So, I'm not the only one. How reassuring...", snarked Twilight. Her first instinct was to insult or even rebuke this new voice. As if she would ever be so stupid as to give into this corruption. If anything, the fate of this one proved that it was a bad idea, as they likely wouldn't be in Tartarus in the first place, had they not become a demon.

But she bit her tongue. This could be a chance to get information, that her books couldn't provide. If one existed, who had firsthand experience with her situation, she needed to take advantage of it.

"So, let's say, hypothetically, that I take your advice...how do I do it anyway? This new magic-core in me doesn't work under most circumstances. The only time it did, I hurt my friend under emotional distress," she said, leaning back in her chair and sipping from her mug. "How did this process go for you, anyway? You make it sound like you did it willingly. Why would anypony even chose to be a demon?"

Before she could continue, they got interrupted as another voice was barging into the conversation, like a Pinkie Pie at an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet.

Friendship, Harmony. Attractive forces. Powers that bind together. Your new... charisma, is an attractive force, as well. It will help you connect with others. Help you will need. Your closest friends are traumatized by what they experienced; you can go about it two ways, leave them be and hope they work through it...

... or help them become unafraid of this part of themselves. Scortatus messed with their minds. He might not have planted lingering desires inside them, but is this a risk you can take? For your sake? For THEIR sake? What if Rainbow Dash finds herself unable to go on without turning to another stallion, to relieve her need to fall to her knees and take him deep down her throat? What if Applejack is overcome with desire, helpless to resist throwing herself at the hooves of crooks like the Flim Flam brothers, just to indulge the need to be used? What about your other friends? Can you risk not knowing? You, the learned scholar, the scientist, the star pupil of Celestia herself?

But even so. You need allies, Princess Twilight. Everyone needs allies. Even the loathsome fiend on the throne needs henchstallions to see to his wishes. Chancellor Fancy Pants. Chancellor Blueblood. Fine, upstanding stallions, though the latter has his... moments. Even so, even so, wasn't there a rumor about the prince having a thing with that Trixie mare? You two made up, didn't you? Perhaps paying her a visit will help you get an in. Perhaps it will net you an ally in this fight. Or perhaps you will find another mare twisted by daemonic lusts...

Why not go and find out?

Twilight shuddered and crossed her arms. There was a cold perversion to these words as if they rang more true than they should. Like a fantasy invading her mind, unbidden. She could see Dash crying, as she got molested by faceless stallions. Their hands roaming over her naked body, groping her boobs and crawling between her legs. Applejack kneeling before the Flim-Flam brothers, dressed in whorish clothes and bobbing up and down their...

She violently shook her head and banished these thoughts. "Stop it!" The chair fell back, as she rose up and stared into the empty air. No answer, not even a gleeful snicker. She cursed loudly. She had given them another opening. Her cheeks burned, as she was fully aware that her reaction had been exactly what these bastards had wanted to provoke.

But even worse was now the fear, that she couldn't shake. What if they were right? She had seen how Dash and Applejack had been affected by this. What if others were...

She left the library and walked down the hallway. Spike nearly jumped from his bed, as she barged into his room. He quickly hid a porn-magazine under the sheets, in a pathetic attempt at covering up. Twilight didn't even care about this, as she was fully aware of what Spike was doing in his room sometimes, like all males at his age. She pretended to not have seen it. "I need a connection to Canterlot," she said.

"Right now--wait, no that is a bad idea!", protested Spike, as he scrambled out of his bed.

"I know, but I need to check on something."

"Scortatus will be watching!"

"Spike...please..."

The dragon looked visibly uncomfortable but nodded finally. They went over to the map-room and he pulled out a few rune-stones from a nearby drawer. They had installed a direct line of communication a few months ago when Twilight had managed to build on the design of Send-Runes, which they used to transfer letters to Canterlot via Spikes dragon breath. The new runes could establish a direct, visual link now, but they required a physical token. So far, Twilight had only created two links.

Spike placed the runes on the table and looked at Twilight for confirmation. She nodded and he blew a green flame over the stones. They glowed hot for a brief moment, before then floating up and forming a circle. Arcane lines crossed between them and after a few seconds, a window formed. Twilight pulled out the token. A long, flowing strand of hair from Princess Celestia's mane. She threw it into the window.

Several seconds passed. Then, finally, the picture began to clear and show a room, with a cozy fireplace, lots of pillows, and tasteful drapery. A book was strewn next to the pillows and a window at the back showed the clear, blue sky. Princess Celestia's private study.

"Where is she?", wondered Spike.

"The spell worked, so she took the call," argued Twilight. After all, the connection was stable. Though, they were some weird, slapping noises just outside their view and grunts. It couldn't be...?

"Who...Twilight!" Princess Celestia finally stepped into view. The beautiful alicorn looked tired and sweaty. Twilight blushed when she saw her mentor's clothes. A golden bikini, whose top barely covered her gravity-defying boobs, and chains tastefully running down her almost naked body, drawing the eyes to her narrow hips and curves. Her white skin was shining oily in the warm light of the fire. Her privates were covered by an almost-see-through veil between her legs.

It was a lewd, humiliating look. As if somepony had decided to live out some saddle-arabian fantasy.

"Princess Celestia. I-I...I'm glad, you are unharmed," said Twilight, finally managing to close her mouth. Spike was openly gawking in shock.

Princess Celestia smiled sad, looking down on herself. "Ah...yes. You could say that. I apologize for my indecency, Twilight. Unfortunately, I have little control over my wardrobe these days."

"Of course. I'm sorry. It was just...."

"It's okay. I can understand your shock. And young Spikes...involuntary reaction."

Twilight turned around and saw Spike blush, as he put his hands over his crotch, to hide his erection. "Spike!"

"I'm sorry!"

"You cannot...you...ugh, just get out!" Twilight couldn't believe it! Princess Celestia was in dire straits and Spike got horny!? Had he such poor control over his body!? She glared, as the young dragon hastily fled the room.

"Don't blame him, Twilight. It is understandable to feel like this when seeing me," admonished her Princess Celestia. "I doubt my current clothes are too much of a change of my other garments, during better times. They simply lack the shame and decency, that allows males like Spike to suppress their desire for the sake of politeness."

"You make it sound like they have been lusting after you..."

The princes smiled. "They always did, Twilight. It is only natural, for mares like me...and you."

Twilight blushed at the implication. "I'm not as pretty as you." She then remembered, why she had been calling in the first place. "N-nevermind that...that wasn't why I contacted you. I wanted...I was worried, Princess. Are you alright? Has Scortatus...?"

Princess Celestia sighed and moved a strand of hair out of her face. "The...Overlord has been shameless, invasive, and cruel. But...he hasn't physically hurt me. Outside public humiliation and displays of submission, I haven't been harmed." It was clear, she was underplaying it, but Twilight was relieved to know that her mentor wasn't tortured, at least. A small comfort, all things considered. "He seems content on amusing himself with me and my sister. So far, I haven't seen him in a bad mood and I intend to keep it that way."

"You think, he could lash out, if he were...angry?"

"Honestly, Twilight? I don't know. But the Overlord has made it clear his word is the law and it is in our best interest to obey him."

"R-Right...I get it. That way, you can protect your subjects." Celestia looked away, as she said that. "The sacrifice you have to make so that this bastard doesn't violate even more...princess, I promise I will find a way to make him pay!"

Celestia grimaced, before looking to the side. "I...wouldn't call it a sacrifice, Twilight."

Twilight blinked. "...what?"

"Scortatus has many faults and that he continues to oppress my people is chief among them. But...I cannot say that my time here is unpleasant. In fact, I might be beginning to enjoy it," she confessed, biting her lower lip.

Twilight stared at her. What was she talking about? Was this a ruse? Did somepony force her to say this? Why..why...why...

"He is...quite skilled, Twilight. Luna and I had no intention of enjoying it, but we're starting to, despite ourselves. It's not even magic. He really...is just..that good." Celestia was visibly ashamed, as she said this, refusing to meet Twilight eyes.

"You cannot be serious!" Twilight had even noticed she yelled, until too late. She tried to calm down, but she still had trouble containing her emotions. "H-He killed people! He is killing people, right now! He overthrew you and is forcing you to dress like...like...like a fucking slut!"

"I know that, Twilight."

"Ponies are up in arms to save you and you are enjoying yourself!?"

"I didn't ask them to!"

Silence.

Twilight stared at Celestia, who breathed heavily after her outburst. She had never heard her mentor raise her voice, not even when she scolded her. "What...do you mean?"

Celestia shook her head, clearly regretting her words. "I'm sorry... it's just...." She sighed. "Twilight, the speech I held a few days ago? That wasn't entirely staged. I don't want my ponies to rise up against Scortatus. It will be a bloodbath."

"At first, I was glad to see my subjects try to defend me. I even managed to send out the Royal Seal to Fancy Pants to give him legitimacy. But...then New Coltsville...If that is the consequence, then I cannot support these uprisings. So many ponies dead..."

"You cannot just ask them to submit! They are loyal to you! They are fighting for our freedom!", protested Twilight.

"I know...and if I believed they would succeed, I would do anything in my power to help. But, they won't. The only reason they got this far, is because Scortatus cares more about sleeping with me and Luna than actually getting involved. And once the West is pacified, it will be over! The Eastcoast cannot hold out against the economic power of the Midlands and the Westcoast."

"But-but...you cannot..." Twilight shook her head, trying to find a clear thought. "My bet! If I win it, then everything will be fine and--"

"Please, Twilight..." Celestia snorted. She looked almost as surprised by this sudden derisive reaction as Twilight. "I mean, I...ugh.." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Alright, since we're being honest...you made a mistake. This bet was a foolish idea, especially since you have no way of ensuring that Scortatus will play by the rules."

"But we made a pact--"

"He is a demon, Twilight! Bending the rules is what he does." Celestia shook her head. "Besides, it is a contest where he wins, if you get corrupted and submit to him."

"You make it sound like...like that is already decided! How would even know that I would give in!?"

Celestia gave a pitying look. "Because I did, Twilight."

She waved at somepony and two stallions stepped into view. They were Royal Guards, muscled stallions with well-trained bodies, abs, and, as Twilight could see to her shock, very well-hung. Both cocks almost twenty-five inches in length. Celestia kneeled down and began to stroke their dicks, as they hung over her shoulder. "Like I said...I begin to enjoy myself. It was either this or getting raped every day. Not a hard decision, to my own surprise," she explained, as she gave one cock a kiss and let her tongue run down its veiny underside.

"I'm not brainwashed, Twilight. Nor am I forced, really. This is just...a logical choice." She looked at Twilight cold, seemingly ignoring her pupil's visible shock. "We lost and I'm not going to pretend there is any hope of recovery. Either Scortatus will turn this into his perverted playground or you, in the unlikely scenario you best him, will follow in his footsteps."

Twilight felt her world falling apart. Everything she thought about Princess Celestia, her wisdom, her experience, her power...it all turned against her. She had never doubted her words, aware she knew better than anypony else. And now, here she was, telling her that it was hopeless. That she had no faith in her. That perversion was inevitable-no, preferable.

"Have you no trust in me...?" she asked, with a small voice full of hurt.

Celestia sighed and smiled at her in the same motherly way she always did. "I do. I know better than anypony how strong you are...and where your limitations lie. I fully trust...that you will lose." One of the guards tapped her on the shoulder and pointed at his dick. Celestia nodded and went back to jerking him off. "Now, sit and watch what you will soon be doing. It is better you get used to something like this."

Twilight watched, as her mentor began to skillfully pleasure the corrupt guards. Her elegant fingers, once writing letters to dignitaries, now danced over thick, veiny cocks. Her full lips pressed against the flared heads, smacking audibly as she tasted the thick globs of pre-cum. Her tongue slathering the meaty poles with saliva, until they shined. A perverse dance of pleasure and degeneracy from the most powerful and dignified mare in Twilights life.

Celestia opened her mouth and began to slowly suck on one cock. Her throat bulged, as she forced it down and managed to press it down all the way until her nose hit the stallion's crotch. Then she slowly pulled back, showing off the full length that had invaded her throat, before plunging forward again. Back and forth, bobbing like a two-bit whore. Her eyes on Twilight the entire time, full with lust...and an underlying, unspoken resignation.

The stallions grunted and Twilight could see them tense up, under the alicorn's hands and tongue. Celestia herself was dripping, with juices flowing down onto the floor in a visible puddle, as she squatted between the two studs. The left stallion hissed, as she put a finger against his urethra. The right one moaned, as her cheeks hollowed, while she sucked him off.

Finally, they reached their limit. Groaning loudly, their balls pulsed and thick spurts of white cum shot out of their dicks. Celestia closed her eyes, as her face was coated in jizz and her mane and boobs dripped with semen. Like leaky faucets, the guards emptied their balls onto their own princess, before grabbing her mane and using it as a rag to clean off their junk. All the while, Celestia did nothing but wait for them to finish and leave.

"I'm sorry, Twilight..." she finally said, slowly cleaning her face with a nearby rag. "If you need help...or at the very least some advice on how to better fit into these new circumstances, you can always call--"

Twilights horn flashed and the spell ended. The runes fell down on the table before her magic picked them up and flung them back into the drawer. Twilight sat in her throne, eyes wide and heart feeling like it could shatter any minute. She pulled her hand from between her thighs and stared at the glistening liquid.

She did not see Spike peeking through the open door, shocked and aroused. She did not see him stare at her when she peeled off her pants. And she did not notice him watching in shock, as she fingered herself to a climax while crying in shame.

Author's Note

Welcome back!

This has taken a bit longer, but I'm happy how it turned out. A bit of a swerve, I admit, but I wanted to give you all some nice clop this time around and establish some other things. I hope you like it.

I plan to write new chapters weekly if my schedule allows it. Two weeks, if something gets in the way. Clop will also be increasingly present, but I will try to make sure doesn't negatively impact the plot.

Anyway, time for a new vote! The options are:

1. Major Breast-Expansion (B-Cup to D-Cup)
   
2. Minor Exhibitionism (Can you make that skirt a bit shorter?)
   
3. Narrow Waist (where are your organs?)
   
4. Overeager Pussy (gonna change panties...again)