"Oh, come on!"

Spike jolted up from his chair, in which he had been dozing for the last half an hour. He hovered in place for a gut-sinking second, the chair balancing on one leg before gravity asserted itself as a cruel mistress and toppled him over. "Ouch!" He rubbed the back of his head, before looking around. "Shit, what did I miss? Did the spell not work?"

They were in the library. Twilight had instituted a new schedule. Breakfast at 6 AM, Spellwork-Training at 7 AM, Physical Training at 11 AM, Lunch at 1 PM, Research until 5 PM, Free time after that. Ever since she had gotten to terms with her new status as a demon, she now sought to learn how to control her new powers and prepare for conflict. She had decided that she needed to learn how to fight. In that vein, they had not only started studying books about training regimes, but also tried to find anything about ancient or demonic they had in the library. Even the Sealed Section was no longer off-limits.

And that had been where Twilights distressed shout had come from. Spike nervously peeked around the corner, to see if she was okay. The Sealed Section was, like everything in the library, marked and meticulously organized. Even one unfamiliar with Twilights extensive system would be able to notice that this wasn't a place they were supposed to be. Runes were etched into the crystal walls. Paper-Seals of kirin origin plastered around the golden fence separating the section from the rest of the hall. Two prench thuribles hung on either side of the entrance, filling the air with the smell of burning incense. And finally, a shimmering purple energy field covering the rows, upon which the various books, scrolls, and cursed artifacts were placed on.

Spike didn't like the Sealed Section. Which wasn't really surprising, considering he knew exactly what was being held, having helped contain, gather, dismantle or seal away the various magical items within in. Others might be curious about the treasures held within it, but Spike had seen what they could do or had gotten hints of their power and as such, had been close enough to these cursed artifacts to have a good sense as to why they weren't available to the public.

He walked past a stone tablet, resembling a book. Spiky and nasty. That had been Queen Moiras Book of Inspiration, a nasty tome that had almost turned Rarity into a gem-obsessed madmare. Spike still felt guilty about that incident, since he had been the one that had given her the tome in the first place, instead of checking whether or not it might be cursed.

Finally, he turned around the corner and saw Twilight, sitting on the floor, rubbing her bum. Her... significantly bigger bum. The jeans she had worn had burst open at the seams, as her ass had turned from its tasteful plush to a juicy, overtly sexual heart shaped jiggle. Her thighs had swollen up as well, now with a visible thigh gap that gave her an openly lewd posture. Spike blushed, as he couldn't but stare at how the long jeans had inadvertently turned into ripped Hotpants, the remaining fabric digging deep into Twilights hips and soft ass.

"The Convent again?", he asked, already knowing the answer.

"Damn right. Fucking bastards!" Twilight staggered back to her feet, struggling with the new weight distribution. "Shit... now I have to buy new clothes again. I at least hoped I could keep my underwear." She leaned against the ladder, which she had been using before she had lost her balance.

She noticed Spike staring and the dragon quickly averting his eyes, blushing. "It's okay, Spike...," she sighed, as she finally adjusted enough to walk. "Like a said a few days ago, it's not like it does you any good to repress yourself. At least, now I am officially looking like a bimbo." She tugged at her ruined pants. The shirt she wore was at least two sizes too small, showing her belly button and almost revealing some under boob. Now with her enhanced ass and thicker thighs, it was undeniable that Twilight looked downright slutty. A body more suited for sex, than anything else.

Spike blushed again, but resumed staring at her. "Well...ehm..." He cleared his throat. "I think, you look great... under the circumstances. Like, ahem, sexy and mature and..." He trailed off, clearly not knowing if that made the change easier to bear for her or not. " Finally, he sighed. "Listen... how about I go to Rarity this time and get you some new clothes?"

"You don't have to Spike, I can.."

"Thunderlane and his goons are patrolling the streets, Twi. Do you really think, they wouldn't try and take advantage of you, looking like this?"

Twilight frowned and crossed her arms, inadvertently making her boobs almost spill over them. "I would like to see them try. Then we might get to see how fast Thunderlane flies, without his wings." There was a dangerous glow in her slit eyes and it was pretty clear, this wasn't an empty threat.

Spike winced. Twilight had gotten much more aggressive since she had turned into a demon. Previously, the thought of violence had repulsed her, but now she seemed almost eager to hurt somepony. He wasn't sure, if this was because of what she went through or because of her transformation.

"I still think it would be better if I go. I visit Rarity all the time."

Twilight snorted. "You think, you're less likely to provoke a fight?"

Spike now gave her a smile. "I'm confident in my looks, but I believe Thunderlane doesn't swing enough that way to try and start something with me."

Twilight actually chuckled at the thought and shook her head. "Yeah, no... that homophobic jerk likely wouldn't touch a cock other than his own, if he can avoid it." She sighed. "Alright, alright, you can go. Just be careful and make sure to keep your head down."

Spike nodded and now looked at the bookcase, Twilight had tried to climb upon with the help of a ladder. The force field had been de-activated and the wood had buckled under the strain of the scrolls placed upon it. Most of them looked equestrian in origin, but ancient. "What were you looking at?"

Twilight followed his gaze and shook her head. "Just trying to find the mareovingian texts about the Diabolists. You know, that order of demon-worshippers that briefly took over Southern Hayfield in the 5th century. I figured I might as well try and see what these wannabe-cultists were doing besides the daily orgies."

She sighed. "I admit, a bit of a long shot. Just some minor cult that lasted barely ten years, before being wiped out by the Guard for heresy, murder, and extortion of wealth. Turns out that last one was actually the more significant charge since apparently the Royal Treasury was a bit short on money, and taking down the Diabolists and confiscating their wealth was a welcome stream of revenue." She shrugged, showing that there hadn't been much progress beyond that.

Spike scratched his neck. "What is with demons and sex all the time?", he wondered.

"Don't ask me...I think it may have something to do with engaging in what mortals see as evil or sinful. Or maybe sexual pleasure is an effective way to bind souls to their agenda? Or maybe they are all just hopeless, hedonistic perverts." Twilight shrugged, before giving him a sad smile. "Wonder what that says about me..."

"You're not a pervert!", protested Spike. "It's not like you chose to be a demon."

"Really?" Twilight now gave him a cheeky grin. "Not even a little bit perverted?" She stepped closer to him, so he could get a good look into her cleavage, as her boobs pressed against his arm. "Thanks to our friends, I sure as tartarus have the body for it now~"

"I-I mean...I..." Spike felt blood rush into his head, as he could feel the soft, pillowy flesh squeeze against him. Twilight, his own sister of sorts, grinning up to him in a teasing manner. "I wasn't...if you want to be a pervert, I'm sure that's f-fine and..."

She got even closer, her mouth now inches away from his ear. Her hand taking and leading his fingers to her hips and down to her soft, juicy, squishy buttocks. "Maybe I do want to...after all, with such a body, I might as well.." Her tongue flicked against his ear. "Be slutty..."

"I-I think, I should go and get you new clothes!" Spike quickly turned around and hastily made his way to the exit, his face burning.

Twilight watched him go. Then, as the door closed, she let out a big sigh and leaned against the bookshelf. It didn't feel right to mess with Spike this way, but she needed him gone for now. Her head was throbbing with the telltale sign of the Convent making its way into her mind again. She didn't resist them, letting them freely invade without resistance. It made things easier.

She knew Spike would likely not approve. Even more so, she could imagine his shock, if he ever found out that she had begun to openly deal with them for days now. She wasn't quite sure when it happened, but at some point, she had stopped trying to fight these demons. It wasted precious energy and time and brought no result. The changes continued anyway and constantly getting her head split open was getting exhausting. So, she compromised and by now they came and went in her mind like it was their own.

It was...weird, but not uncomfortable. She was cautious, of course. Some tried to disguise their suggestions as her own ideas, but she knew how to separate their debauched thoughts from her own. And it made conversation a bit easier. Already, she could feel one approach her.

A figure shrouded in an elliptical spheroid of darkness mutters his aggravation regarding its rather admittedly terrible henchdemon.

"I never should've contracted help out of that ACME catalog."

It turns looks in the direction of Twilight being shown to them.

"I swear, I need to get a better information network as it seems I'm always the last to know about stuff like this. Twilight Sparkle, I've been watching your exploits for quite some time now. You've achieved accomplishments which few, if any can lay claim to. However, not all knowledge is contained within a written format. It is a great strength of yours, to be sure. But the amount of dependence and reliance which you place upon those written words may be hindering you from advancing further of knowledge contained elsewhere.

Another few things I have observed, which are to your detriment in your decision-making process, is your fear of failure, your panic attacks, and acting while overwhelmed with emotion.

Twilight, in order for you to advance, you must understand the necessity of failure. Failure is a discovery process. Failure is attempting something and discovering what does not work. This then leads to either refinement or revision. How many of the great scholars have attempted something only to fail? All of them. But what sets them apart is that they didn't let that failure paralyze them from advancing into the refinement and revision process.

Twilight, your panic attacks are a detriment to you. Both then and now. It isn't constructive, nor does it help solve the problem causing the panic attack. It may even lead to paralysis of action and decision making which your enemies will surely take advantage of.

Next is acting while overwhelmed with emotion. Acting while overwhelmed with emotion is also not going to solve your problems. Not only that, but it prohibits and hinders your ability to make sound, logical decisions which are absolutely crucial, especially during the moments which are triggering your emotional moment.

And before I depart, a word of advice. Lust and greed are never satisfied by what it possesses or has. It seeks out that which is not theirs and will do everything they can to possess.

Corruption is an insidious thing, Twilight Sparkle. For it rewards the corrupted by various methods. The high of success, the empowerment or affirmation of one's existence; pleasure, carnal or otherwise. And it is slow and gradual, like a drug, until the victim is caught in a spiderweb of their own doing.

Oh! I realize that I've not yet given you my name. You may designate me as 17. And while I would rather you be victorious, should you lose your bet, well that would be acceptable as well. Until we meet again, Twilight Sparkle."

The dark spheroid simply is no longer there, as 17 has had its turn to speak to Twilight Sparkle.

"Well, then you're likely going to be happy to hear, that I hadn't had a panic attack in years. At least, not to the extent that I would be--aaand it's gone." Twilight grumbled a bit, as the demon had retreated from her mind, without even waiting for an answer. That was one part that really annoyed her. All these voices giving her "advice" and so on, repeating themselves over and over.

Go to the Everforest. Control your Emotions. Timberwolves, Everforest, Everforest. Everforest.

It got really annoying after a while, especially since it wasn't a good idea in the first place. Sure, it was a secluded location, but it would take months just to repair the castle to the point it was defensible. Not to mention, it was too big. To properly defend it, she would need a small army and she didn't have one. An empty castle in the middle of nowhere wasn't useful to anypony...

She could feel the familiar pressure in her mind, that always came when the demons disagreed with her. The Convent was deadset on using the Castle of the Two Sisters and they had been pestering her for the last few days about it.

a shadowed form recoalesces clutching its throat. the being falls to its knees before it finishes reforming revealing itself to be Azzy. "shards eh. your arrogance" rubbing their neck "will be your undoing one of these days".

turns to the others "well reactions to his comments have been interesting so far. so rainbow is the one we want to go after. hmmm we will need to cover for ourselves so even if we take her, twilight will not hold it against us. perhaps we could warn her ahead of time that one of her friends is in danger, use that to get her to take Rainbow into her home and get those corruption wheels turning. then if we do manage to get her here we can convince rainbow that we are allies, while slowly drowning her already corrupted soul over the brink. yes we could even turn her into a tool to further gain twilights trust, as long as we are willing to play the long con."

he slowly strokes his chin "but these comments about shards, hmm the carabao still seem corrupted so it didn't seem to change that around. perhaps it simply empowers the person who claims it. if this were the case then if we were to corrupt twilight before showing her where a shard may lay, then all it would do is increase her chances against the overlord. we just have to make sure she fits our desires before granting her such power." "as for the everfree and the timberwolves. well its a confluence of nature magic, chaos magic, and harmonic magic. throw in the fight celestia and luna had over their old castle and its likely that it resulted in some mutation of the very land. the timberwolves could be its defence system against what it perceives to be threats, like anti-bodies fighting an infection after the body has been wounded. hmm this could mean that the everfree itself has some sort of mind, in which case that means that it can be turned, especally if someone is already connected to it, such as thru the tree of harmony?" he chuckles to himself "imagine if she could find away to control the forests growth, or those plunder vines. im sure there is a lot of fun to be had with those"

"well i suppose i can try to push her twords that as an option if no one has any objections?"

"Alright...alright! I'm going to check it out. Geez, give it a rest already!" Twilight mumbled angrily. She had not missed the discussion about Rainbow Dash, either. "Rainbow is stronger than you think. Sure, what happened last time was...unexpected, but she is going to recover." Still, this was a good reminder that, despite their recent cooperation with her, these were still demons. The notion of morality and harmony were alien to them. She had to be careful, not be fall prey to their manipulations.

She looked up at the bookshelf. So many forbidden or censored tomes of knowledge. In the past, she had barely wasted a thought over if sealing away these artifacts was wise. After all, they were cursed, evil, or downright corrupting. Clearly, she had thought, getting rid of them was sensible.

Now, though, she had begun to wonder if perhaps her confrontation with Scortatus would have gone differently if she had studied these debauched, forbidden scrolls more carefully. If she had learned about True Demons and dark magic, could she have saved Equestria? She had been afraid that she would be affected, corrupted by these ancient artifacts of evil. Now that she had been turned into a demon by a being that could corrupt anything with a snap of his fingers, it seemed like the danger of some dusty books paled in comparison.

She climbed back up on the ladder and traced a finger over the scroll she had tried to pull out, before the Convent had "improved" her, in their words. It was a scroll, that had no author and its tightly scribbled runes were of pegasopolian origin. She had stumbled upon it when, a few years ago, they had found cloud-ruins dating back to the Equestrian Unification Wars. Lurid, mad scripture of a scholar from Pegasopolis, enraged at the recent defeats his people had suffered at the hands of Princess Luna's legions. Half the text was nothing more than insane rambling over the supposed treachery and wickedness of the Princess of the Night, as the author was clearly struggling to reconcile her military victories with the rampant misogyny prevalent at the time in pegasus-society. That these rants were also clearly colored by the author's badly hidden lust for Luna herself, made it an even worse read than it already was.

But that wasn't why Twilight had been studying it. Hidden in the spasming insults and spit-filled fantasies were descriptions of rituals to "improve" the warriors of Pegasopolis. Twilight had no doubt, that this was related to the enhancements Scortatus provided for his own lackeys. If she could analyze these, maybe she could use them for her own purposes. Use fire to fight fire...

"Maybe Zecora knows something about that, too," thought Twilight aloud, as she gathered the relevant scrolls and walked down the hallways to her private study. The zebrican witch doctor mostly practiced herbal medicine, obviously, and Twilight was aware that it was likely a racial bias that led her to associate zebras with body-altering concoctions, but it wasn't without precedence. Besides, Zecora was one of the few that Twilight considered her superior in terms of esoteric magical knowledge. If there was a curse or potion that wasn't well known in equestrian arcana, Zecora was the best source of information about them. And with the Canterlot Academy now under the thumb of Quirkie Haze, she needed to look for powers outside the usual fields of magic. Even...or especially, if that meant magic of questionable morality.

With that in mind, Twilight decided to head out. It would get her out of the town, too, so she wouldn't run into any of Scortatus henchstallions. Looking out of the window, to see if nopony was watching her castle, Twilight opened the door and snuck out. She would only be gone for an hour or two at most. And she had left a note behind for Spike, so he wouldn't worry.

As she was walking down the road that led out of town, Twilight realized that she was taking the route to Fluttershy's cottage. The moment, her name popped up in her head, the Convent began to get restless. She could hear almost a dozen demons metaphorically scramble over each other, in order to shout at her orders to see her shy friend. "Quiet down! By Celestia, you behave like you're about to meet your crush.", she snarked at the commotion in her mind. "Should I be worried over how obsessed you are with Shy? What am I talking about, of course I should be. You're demons. An innocent mare is likely something like a candy-apple for you guys."

Then again, demons weren't the only ones obsessing over Fluttershy. It was almost ironic, that the mare least interested in sexual relationships was more or less the prime subject of desire for many stallions in Ponyville. Maybe it was her natural beauty, like that long, pink mane that flowed down to her ankles, or the long, shapely legs that seemed to go all the way up to heaven. Or maybe it was the fact, that Fluttershy simply was this kind of "forbidden fruit", that tempted this reaction. Twilight didn't know and had to admit, that she never had spent much time thinking about the implications of that.

Sure, she had joked along with the others whenever some random stallion had come up to kneel before Fluttershy and confess his love for her. She had giggled, whenever her shy friend had almost turned beet-red at every single catcall. It had been fun, nothing to get worried about. In fact, she had sometimes been quite jealous over how natural it was for Fluttershy to look good, without having to resort to the extensive morning routine with make-up, picking out the right clothes, and making sure to style the mane just right. But now with all those unshackled perverts roaming around and a demon ruling over Equestria, who wouldn't care about consent, if it slapped him in the face, it dawned on Twilight, that Fluttershy might be in very real danger.

Before she knew it, she was rushing towards the cottage. Zecora could wait. First, she had to check on Fluttershy!

The good news was that Fluttershy's Cottage looked the same way it always had, when Twilight reached it. The garden was in full bloom, the birdhouse had a family of redfinks in it, that were busy bathing in the birdbath below it. Beside the cottage was the bunny-garden, in which Fluttershy kept her pets in free-roam. All in all, it was picturesque and peaceful.

And the door stood open.

"Shit..." That was a red flag for Twilight. Fluttershy was notoriously private. She wouldn't leave her front door open like this. Was it a break-in? Had Thunderlane and his corrupted goons forced their way in and now they had their way with her friend, their thick, throbbing members plunging in and out of Fluttershy's holes, muffling her screams, as they pounded her into lust-filled delirium--

"Stop it!" Twilight shook her head, chasing away the demon that had sneaked these lurid pictures into her mind. It giggled, as it faded away, while she seethed at the unwanted distraction. Even worse was that she felt a slight hint of arousal now, even though it was quickly overwhelmed by the fear of her friend being in actual danger.

She rushed towards the door and stepped inside. Nopony was there. The living room empty, as was the kitchen. On the table laid a pizza. A delivery? Twilights ears perked up, as she heard voices above her. On the second floor. Now she tried to be quiet and listen in. She could hear Fluttershy, but she didn't seem in panic. That was good, but who was that second voice? Male? She had to get closer.

Twilight was sneaking up the stairs, with each step the conversation getting easier for her to pick up.

"I-I'm not sure, this is okay..." That was Fluttershy. She sounded nervous.

"Shhh...it's fine. I promise it won't even hurt. Just let me do my thing. Surrender yourself and just...relax.."

Twilight now reached the door of the room, in which the two were in. She still didn't recognize the second voice, but she didn't like what she was hearing. For some reason, the voices urged her not to barge in. Why? What if Fluttershy...she winced as the Convent, for once almost in unison, ordered her to stay put and watch. Twilight felt like disobeying them on principle but was still compelled to do what they said. Fluttershy wasn't in immediate danger, after all, she told herself to feel a bit better for submitting to the demands of the Convent.

Leaning forward, she quietly opened the door just a smidge and peeked inside.

Fluttershy was lying on her bed, belly-down. She was naked, her shapely body glistening oily in the sunlight. Her F-Cup boob were almost spilling out to the side, squished against the mattress and visible even from Twilights position. Over her stood a blue-skinned stallion, lanky and unremarkable. He had a delivery cap on and was coating his hands with a lotion. Then he leaned down and began to rub it into Fluttershy skin, massaging her back. "Hmm....so tense."

Fluttershy cooed. "Yes...ever since...the incidents I have trouble...s-sleeping." She was likely referring to Scortatus and his defilement. Twilight was sure, that a sensitive soul like Fluttershy likely was heavily affected by his horrific actions.

"Hm...I see. Looks like you were in dire need of some professional assistance. Nightmares, I presume?"

"Well...not exactly." Twilight blinked in confusion, as she watched Fluttershy shudder on the stallion's hands and gave a shy smile. "It's rather...that I waste so much time...m-m-masturbating."

What!?

Fluttershy buried her face in her hands, glowing like a Hearths-Warming-Eves Candle. "I-I'm sorry, but it just m-made me so horny. H-His huge...thing. And his muscles. The dominance. H-He is so nasty and e-evil, but...but..."

"You desire him,", noted the stallion, without sounding judgmental. "And you feel guilty about it."

The pegasus nodded, moaning briefly as a knot in her back was loosened. "I-I'm a bad mare..."

"A filthy mare...," said the stallion.

"A-A slutty mare.", continued Fluttershy, her face flushed with shame and arousal. Between her legs, the bedsheets began to stain. "I've been a bad, bad, s-slutty, n-n-needy c-c...."

The massage stopped. "Say it..."

Fluttershy bit her lower lip. "C-Cunt..."

The stallion grinned and shuddered for a brief moment, as he took a deep, deep breath. "Hm...yesss, that's the stuff. Do you want to be punished, you slutty cunt...?" He reached down to his pants and pulled down his zipper. A thick, veiny 20-inch long cock flopped onto Fluttershy's naked back, as he straddled her.

The mare shivered, staring at the angry, hot member with wide eyes, hazy with lust. She bit her lip, tempted. She looked up to the stallion, quivering. "Y-Yes...", she finally sighed, before burying her face in her pillow.

He grinned, a long tongue flickering out and tasting the air. His eyes glowed green, as he again shuddered. "Hm...as you wish. We will share this...pleasure..." His voice trembling, morphing from a smooth tenor into a seductive alto. Hands stroking Fluttershy's back, as skin turned from blue to shining black. Scrawny chest expanding to gravity-defying G-Cups and the waist shrinking to a degree only a creature without normal organs could have. The pants straining around a plush ass that was accentuated by wide hips. The cap now barely containing a green mane tied into a ponytail. And wicked fangs peeking out of an open mouth, that greedily devoured the lust, that the prey emanated.

"Don't worry, I will be gentle...", whispered Chrysalis, her horn glowing as she kept Fluttershy subdued and pacified with her magic. "You're gonna love--" She interrupted herself, as the door slammed open completely. Groaning in annoyance, she turned around. "Oh, come on! I was just about to--HURHK!!"

Further, she didn't come, as Twilights magic grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up into the air. The former princess's eyes were glowing with a mixture of almost bemused rage and barely contained aggression. "You never learn, do you, you fucking bitch?", she snarled.

Chrysalis choked, clawing at the aura that was threatening to crush her windpipe. Then she closed her eyes and flexed her neck. Twilight's arcane grip shattered and the former hive-queen landed back onto the floor. Rising up to her full height, she towered over Twilight almost by a full head. Her voluptuous body only hiding the strong, rippling muscles underneath, forged by a life in the wilderness and a history of violence. "Straight for the kill, huh? You've changed, Twilight.", she commented, as she rubbed her throat.

"Keep your hands away from my friend!"

Chrysalis chuckled, cracking her knuckles. "I'm hungry and tired. How about you try to make me, princess?" Her horn glowed and she licked her teeth. "Or maybe I get a taste of you before we get to as to why you summoned me?"

Twilight gritted her teeth and took her stance. She could hear the voices in her head shouting, yelling, imploring her to stop. That it would easier if Chrysalis was placated and satisfied after raping Fluttershy. That it would be a small price to pay for her assistance. Twilight banished them from her mind, sending them screaming out of her brain. The throbbing pain that came with it only fueled her rage. She could feel it boil inside of her. She wanted to punch something for weeks now. And Chrysalis was to be the perfect target.

Her horn glowed and her eyes began to burn with demonic fire. "I'm going to enjoy this..."

With a crackeling explosion, she rushed forward, the floorboards bursting beneath her feet. Chrysalis braced for impact, catching Twilights fist before they impacted on her face. The force alone was enough to throw the two of them backwards, crashing through the wall behind them and digging a deep ditch into the backyard, before Chrysalis finally managed to halt Twilights momentum.

"You were always about spellwork and blasts and now look at you. Rushing me, trying to bash my head in. Becoming a demon certainly did a number on your sanity," said the former Changeling-Queen.

"Shut...the...fuck...UP!" Twilight's horn glowed, as she prepared to blast Chrysalis face off.

The Changeling was faster, bending backwards to dodge the purple blast, before slamming a fist into Twilight face. The demoness reeled from the blow and so was defenseless as Chrysalis grabbed her mane and rammed her head into the muddy ground. "I was curious as to why you wanted to see me. Even more so, considering that you found me in the first place. But looks like I was overthinking this." She chuckled and shook her head. "Now, sit down and let me have a bite."

Her jaw unhooked and she lunged down, her viper-like fangs burying themselves in Twilights neck. Or at least...tried to. Instead of piercing skin and rending flesh, they cracked against a solid aura, causing the Changeling to recoil in pain. Then Twilight expanded the shield-aura suddenly into a bubble, flinging her opponent into the air.

Scrambling back up to her feet and brushing the dirt out of her face, Twilight split her shield open, flattening it out into disks and shot them after Chrysalis, who barely dodged the first shot and then flapped open her insect-like wings to buzz away from the second one, that decapitated a nearby tree like a hot knife through butter.

"Are you crazy!? You could have kil--"

WHAM!

Twilight had jumped upward, burying her fist into Chrysalis smug face and punching her into the forest behind them with enough force to shatter two trees. She then gathered energy and shot a small beam at the Hive-Queen. Chrysalis had barely any time to react, as she jumped out of the way, with the beam cutting a hole into the oak behind her. Twilight followed up with her laser and Chrysalis reached out for a nearby pine-tree, digging her fingers into the solid wood, tensing her muscles and ripping the whole thing out with the roots. With a hiss, she flung it towards Twilight, who had to cancel her spell and hastily jump away, as not to get crushed.

Just as she recovered, Chrysalis had closed the distance with a flash-step and closed her hand around Twilights horn. The other arm grasped her around the waist and they shot upwards, as the Changeling carried Twilight up into the clouds. "Looks like I have one significant advantage here, now. I must say, as an alicorn you were a bigger threat.", she hissed at Twilight, who was struggling and failing to get out of the vice-like grip of her opponent. "Do you really think, you could defeat me with brute force? I beat Celestia herself! I reigned supreme over the Western Hive for thirty years. I. Am. Queen. Chrysalis!"

Twilight glared at her defiantly. "So what? You're nothing but a damn bug now!"

Chrysalis hissed in rage and dived down, Twilight in tow. Holding her down, they raced towards the ground at frightening speed, ready to smash Twilight into the earth, squashing her like an overripe fruit. As they careened towards the ground, Twilight's rage reached fever-pitch. Meeting Chrysalis hiss with a frenzied scream, she bent her fingers around her horn back and blasted her in the face. The Changeling mewled, as her face cracked and Twilight reversed the hold. Chrysalis eyes widened, as she realized what was about to happen and she buzzed her wings in a desperate attempt to slow down. The earth came closer every second, Twilight holding her down with an enraged, bloody grin, wind whipping in her face, her eyes glowing red. Chrysalis screamed in panic.

Impact!

The ground shook and dust blew up, as two bodies hit the backyard of Fluttershy's once so peaceful cottage. Once it settled down, one could see the small crater that bloomed outward like a scar in the landscape. Twilight panted, kneeling over a beaten, bloodied Chrysalis, whose skin was cracked like badly mended porcelain. Both mares were half-naked, their clothes torn to shreds, only barely keeping their dignity.

Twilight grabbed the fomer hive queen by the collar and lifted her up, fist raised. "Wanna....wanna continue?", she asked, out of breath and with a splitting headache.

Chrysalis sputtered and whimpered, holding her broken face. "F-Fuck...just...fucking kill me, already!!"

"What? No!" Twilight lowered her fist, the red veil of rage slowly lifting. "Why should I kill you? I called you here in the first place!"

"Then why do you beat me, you fucking bitch!?"

"Because you were about to rape my friend!"

"I was eating, you dumb cow. I hadn't eaten anything for two months! She even agreed to it!!"

Twilight blinked. Her hand opened and Chrysalis slumped down onto the ground, panting and in deep pain. A closer look showed that her usually gleaming black skin was cracked and dry, and her once lustrous hair thin and frayed. Even her muscles, usually so well-defined and chiseled, giving her this curvy, amazonian look, seemed less impressive. In fact, the once so intimidating hive-queen looked almost scrawny, compared to her magnificent looks from when she had been well-fed and powerful.

"B-Bullshit...I saw you...your magic," stammered Twilight.

"To calm her down. She was nervous, like all virgins are. It was her fucking idea," snarled Chrysalis, as she slowly crawled out of Twilights reach.

"T-Twilight...?"

She turned around and saw Fluttershy peeking out of the hole in her bedroom-wall. When she saw her, she briefly flinched at Twilight wild, demonic look. That, more than anything, broke the spell that Twilights pent-up anger had over her. What was she even doing? She had honestly tried to kill somepony! And not even to protect her friend, but mainly to work out her anger, like with a punching-bag.

Twilight recoiled at her own behaviour and stumbled out of the crater. "F-Fluttershy...I-I'm so sorry. I thought, she.."

"It's okay, Twilight." Fluttershy beat her wings and gently floated down to them, drawing Twilight into a hug, without hesitation. "It's alright, just calm down. It was just an misunderstanding..."

Twilight briefly got buried in her friends boobs, before she managed to get a word out. "I...I think, I need an explanation."

Fluttershy nodded and let her go. "You will get one. But first...I think, we need to tend to our guest first..," she said and turned to Chrysalis.

"Ooooooh, fuck yessss....."

Chrysalis moaned, as she leaned back in her chair. Her hand was on Fluttershy's head, as she forced her down her thick futa-cock. The busty pegasus gagged at the thick dick plugging her throat, making it bulge obscenely, but she had no choice but to submit to the queens dominance. And, judging by her dripping snatch, she was quite clearly enjoying it, too.

Twilight herself frowned and looked away, but she couldn't close her ears to the wet, splattering noises and the loud, shameless moans coming from the two. At least, Fluttershy had been so nice to give her one of her own green sweaters, which was thankfully doing a better job in covering her body, than her now ripped pants and shirt. Still, it fit quite snugly around Twilights figure, making her wonder if this sweater had been made with a more sexual purpose in mind, that just casual wear.

"Uuuuh...yesss, I needed that.", moaned Chrysalis again, as she shuddered. Green energy dripped from her crooked horn and the various cracks in her skin were slowly healing, leaving behind a glossy, dark sheen. She slowly pulled her cock out of Fluttershys mouth, letting the mare breathe, before plunging it back in.

"Don't you have enough?", asked Twilight.

Chrysalis flipped her the bird. "I haven't eaten for a while, Sparkle. And you cost me the few reserves I still had. I'm going to savour this lust as long as I can, thank you very much." As if to prove her words, she grabbed Fluttershy's mane and forced her to take her full length, pushing so deep that her crotch smacked against the pegasus muzzle. She held her there, even as Fluttershy was visibly struggling for air, her eyes rolling up into her head. Chrysalis moaned happily, her long tongue flopping out. Then she came, her balls contracting and her cock pulsing, as she dumped her thick, salty load into Fluttershy's stomach. The mare gulping it down greedily.

After several seconds, she slowly pulled out again, making sure that her throbbing rod was perfectly, spitshine clean. Fluttershy kneeled on the floor in a puddle of her own juices, dazed and with a cockdrunk smile on her face. Only to yelp cutely, as Chrysalis grabbed her by the hips, flipped her over the nearby bed and aligned her still-erect cock with her dripping snatch.

"Oh, come on!", protested Twilight.

"Sorry, Sparkle. You're not the only one here, who has to get something out of her system," snarked Chrysalis. Fluttershy gave Twilight a horny, apologetic smile, which then devolved into a retarded, orgasmic expression, as Chrysalis plunged her veiny shaft into her bald, fat pussy.

Twilight clenched her thighs, as she watched one of her biggest enemies rail one of her closest friends like she was a two-bit whore. Chrysalis muscles danced under her glossy, black skin mesmerizingly, while Fluttershy moaned and squealed openly. The bed buckled under the thrusts, which were coming in hard and fast. Black fingers sinking into plush, marshmallowy yellow ass-cheeks. Fluids and jizz splattering onto the wooden floor, ruining bedsheets and filling the air with the stench of sex and sweat.

And Twilight was watching, hugging herself and trying very hard not be jealous at Fluttershy...again.

Author's Note

There we go!

Sorry for the delay everybody. Still, I hoped you are happy with the latest chapter. I tried my best to make it as entertaining as possible and make sure it has something for everybody. The holidays kinda screwed over my schedule, but I hope that get things back on track before the end of the month.

As you can probably see, the votes went overwhelmingly in favor of Big Butt and Fluttershy as the participant in our event. This time it wasn't even close, as both got close to thirty votes, which was double that of the other choices! I'm happy, this worked out so nicely and events like this one will be returning regularly.

I also would ask again for plenty of roleplaying comments, preferably lewd ones. Don't be afraid to tip Twilight into sexy directions. It's all the more fun for us.

Lastly, I want to draw attention again to the ongoing OC-Contest, whose deadline was extended to the end of April. If anyone wants to pitch their own demon to appear directly in the story, please check out my blog to see how you can do that.

In any case, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you all next time.