Infernal Passions

Chapters

Chapter 1: Paved in Lust
Chapter 2: Pieces in Play
Chapter 3: Blatant Moves
Chapter 4: Reclamation
Chapter 5: Corruption
Epilogue: Rebirth
Prologue: The Road to Hell

Chapter 1: Paved in Lust

Twilight took a breath, watching as the light dimmed away to reveal more fully what was before her. Somehow, as the spell had fired, a plume of steam had arrived - whether from the place the one she had summoned had come from or as a byproduct of the spell, Twilight was uncertain.

Slowly the obscuring cloud faded away, revealing the form of what she had summoned, and what a form it was. It was certainly similar to a pony, as Twilight had surmised from the vague silhouette, but the features that set it apart were numerous enough to make Twilight doubt herself.

The creature, a she if Twilight judged the body's shape correctly, was tall and slender. Her hooves were more similar to a goat's or a ram's. That similarity extended to the twin horns that crowned the mare. They were curled around the sides of her head before coming out in a point, with various protrusions along their length that looked for all the world like thorns on a rose bush.

Her ears too were not entirely like a pony's looking like yet another piece of her that took after a ram. Her coat too was far less visually smooth than a pony's. It was coarse, yet shone with a luscious splendor of careful tending. Her fetlocks were unshorn, and her knees had tufts growing from them - much as her chest did.

Her tail, though, was one of the several deviations from the goat-like qualities she had to her that also were not in the column that made her more pony. It was not a short length of flesh that let out a plume of hair, but a long thing that looked more like a snake that grew from a chimera. It didn't have a snake's head at the end, though, but instead ended in a sort of spade that had a certain... phallic quality - that was the best way to put it. It wasn't a shaft with a head, but it did have certain subtle curves in its form that were evocative of such imagery.

The mare also had wings, though they were not feathered but more mammalian - like a vesper's. Even now, folded at her sides as they were, Twilight could tell that they were larger than any wings that the princess had seen on anything other than an adult dragon. They were powerful, suited for long flights - possibly more suited to gliding than true flight on second consideration, but Twilight had other things to focus on than the mechanics of flight.

Wrapped around the mare's neck was a steel collar. It was rustic in its construction, with no signs of corrosion or age being apparent. Dangling from it in a loose line were a few links of hefty chain, obviously meant to restrict the wearer's movements - obviously having failed.

The next feature, or rather the first feature, that caught Twilight's attention was the mare's mane. It wasn't made of hair, nor was it a bundle of snakes. The mane that rose from the strange mare's neck was fire, blue at the roots and rising to brilliant oranges and reds the further it went from the neck. It almost looked like Celestia's in a way, but instead of a gently flowing rainbow, it was a violently thrashing inferno restrained only by being attached to the mare's neck.

The second feature that had caught Twilight's attention was the cutie mark on the mare's flank. There, shining with a dull light, was the same arcane symbol upon which the mare stood. Somehow, her very identity was that of the summoning ritual that brought her to Twilight.

The mare drew in a breath, and then opened her eyes for the first time. Twilight had almost expected a flash of light or the sharpening of a dragon's iris to accompany the reveal of the eye - but instead it was a simple, solid color. A dim, glowing red that was almost overshadowed by the light of the fire that was her mane.

She was a deep maroonish-purple, and overall, bore herself up with a regal air of authority that very much reminded Twilight of her brief times with Nightmare Moon. She was present, unlike many ponies. There wasn't a room Twilight could imagine in which the mare before her wouldn't stick out. Twilight could see servants tending her needs and dignitaries laughing at jokes hardly made by the majestic mare.

Twilight could picture the mare sending the older nobles away with a slow flutter of her long eyelashes, and cause the younger nobles to blush with but a wink. She was a creature of beauty and poise, unparalleled in either category by any Twilight could think of. She was powerful, she was gorgeous, and - in stark contrast to Celestia - lacked that air of accompanying benevolence. Twilight found her mind wandering if perhaps this was something of what Celestia was at first. If age after age of rule had mellowed out the princess that everypony loved, like many texts had said; was this what Celestia had once been to a certain extent?

Remembering herself after her momentary revelry, Twilight brought up her notepad, opening her mouth to begin the questions when the mare stopped her by talking first. "Iiri'etheni alikhorni at meh surumenie. Suru suru esmer at meh cosolieteh?" Twilight blinked.

"Old Alicorn..." she breathed, quickly jotting down a few notes. The mare spoke Old Alicorn! It was a thoroughly dead tongue, having last found use with Celestia and Luna during court over a thousand years ago, but it was still a language taught, studied, and learned - just not used or developed. It dated this mare - or creature - to a certain extent, but it certainly pointed to a difficulty conversing.

"I'm sorry, I don't really speak Old Alicorn." Twilight said apologetically, running a mental checklist of contemporary languages she might have up her sleeve. "Umm... yneia isko iethiisi?" She said in rough form of Old Pegasi. The strange mare cocked her head at this, looking Twilight up and down. Twilight scratched that one off the list.

"Anoris isos sinorin asoosa?" She tried in Old Unicorn, to much the same response. Twilight scratched at her chin, thinking hard what else she could try. "Donya ye spech in tis tonnej?" The mare seemed to brighten a tad at this, giving Twilight a gentle smile. Twilight would've leapt for joy at the sign of a common language if she actually knew more than basic Olden Ponneh - or Old Earth Pony, which would become the basis of High Ponny, Old Equus, Middle Equus, and later on become Modern Equestrian.

The mare then drew in a large lung full of air, as if rising out of a pool after a long swim, and then released it as a cloud of steam before fixing Twilight in her gaze. "The world smells older. A day and an age it has been since I have smelt the scent of the earth and felt the air upon my wings." She said, flaring her wings out with a mighty gust of wind.

"You... you understand me? Y-you can speak... h-how‽" Twilight stammered, barely able to keep her jaw off the floor. The mare gave Twilight a coquettish grin.

"It is a blessing of my people. It takes but a short time, but we can always speak in a way that haves us understood." The mare answered, to Twilight's delight. Taken in her amazement, Twilight set her notepad to the side and simply walked about the perimeter in awe.

"What are you? Who are you?" Twilight asked, finding no words to truly describe what she was beyond possibly the obvious - the ones that made her heart race in excitement and her skin burn with unknown desire. The mare curled her gentle lips, her flaming mane whipping about in an entrancing pattern.

"In ancient days when my kind were common, we were known as the meretrix. As to who I am," the meretrix gave a short, breathy chuckle, "I am Dominata, the grandest of our race - and perhaps the last by what your words tell me." Twilight's eyes grew wide.

"What could've happened?" She turned from the enthralling visage of the meretrix, looking to her books, ready to begin her search for answers.

"I suppose they were killed off by ponies, much as had been the way of things at the time." Dominata said in a plain tone that rang out through the room without raising her voice. Twilight turned back to her, stopping in her tracks to look at the meretrix. "My people were the focus of ridicule and hate in our day, with many being killed when they were found by the ponies of the land."

"But why?" Twilight asked, unable to believe anypony would want to destroy something so... so beautiful! Dominata shook her head sadly, still standing stolidly in her summoning circle.

"Many ponies thought us the same race as those that are known to you as the wendigo. They were seen rightly as the heralds of preternatural winter that would consume all in the world. We were seen as the inverse - heralds of a burning summer of hellish fire. We were seen as evil for relations we did not have with the wendigo.

"We were similar to the wendigo, yes, in that we are attracted to ponies in certain emotional states. The meretrix are brought towards ponies that join together in friendship, and grow ourselves fat off their energies of unity and comradery. Our fire is their passion, and we grow warm whilst ponykind is together in peace. It is unfortunate for us that the wendigos were the first to find them, elsewise we might've lived on to this day.

"We would've fostered love and helped ponies grow together all the more. Not as herding our chattel, but as fostering and tending a living garden to grander blooms. Oh what friendships, what love, and what unions may have been if only my people had lived on!" Dominata sighed wistfully, breaking Twilight's heart as she saw the horrific logic.

Ponies had killed them because they were afraid. They had nearly been killed by eternal winter brought on by the wendigos that their disunity had summoned; but perhaps unity would bring a similar death of fire? What burning hellfire would fall upon them if they grew too close. What fear had festered in the hearts of ponies to stoke such a violent outburst to exterminate an entire population? Twilight feared to understand it, and yet did at least a certain extent.

"How did you survive?" Twilight asked, looking to Dominata, infinitely grateful that she had been spared the death so many others had been put to, but still confused behind the mechanism of her survival. Dominata smiled, pawing at the ground - at the circle.

"My power was already greater than that of my sisters, I could not be easily slain by mortal weapons." She said calmly. "The ponies of that time, however, could not abide by me existing freely in the world, and so lashed me in dark chains - some of which I still bear. They then used deep magic to send me into the abyss beyond even the bounds of fiery Tartarus.

"There I was to be stored against the day of their ultimate wrath, when they might ultimately destroy me and blot out my name from all records." Dominata closed those blazing eyes of hers, humming in thought for a moment. "It seems, though, that instead they simply blotted my name out from all but the script to be used to bring me back. I broke those infernal chains eons ago, but the abyss cannot be left unless the door is opened from the outside.

"For that, I thank you." Dominata purred, opening her eyes once more to stare into Twilight with those indiscernible red orbs that gave a brief flash. "What is your name, kind pony?" Twilight felt something tug at her at those words, making her heart beat faster and her eyes water.

"T-Twilight Sparkle." She whispered. Dominata drew in a breath through her nostrils, before letting out a plume of steam from her maw. Twilight quaked slightly, her mind racing though blank of thoughts while her heart began to beat out of her chest.

"Twilight Sparkle..." Dominata said, letting the name roll out of her mouth. The meretrix grinned and then bore her stare down further upon the alicorn with a temptress' grin. "Come to me. I wish to thank you properly for releasing me from my prison."

Twilight lifted a hoof, ready to step through the first ward, when her mind rallied, and she planted it back down, taking in a breath. "I... I," Twilight stammered, fighting against whatever it was that tugged at her, "I'm sorry, the... the wards won't let me." She lied. They wouldn't let Dominata come to her while they stood, but they'd certainly let Twilight get that much closer. Oh, how much closer she wanted to go!

A primal urge within her that had never been tapped into before now roared inside her, pushing at her limbs and clawing at her mind in desperation to just get that much closer. It begged, it raved, it screamed, it pleaded, it sobbed, and it yelled, all in hopes to take a single step closer to the beautiful creature that stood just there - just out of reach. It didn't shrink back as she fought, only growing with each breath she took.

"Then please," Dominata's voice echoed through the room despite her low volume, "lower the wards. Let me thank you." The meretrix purred. Twilight felt something in her breaking, it strained against her will with the ravenous force of nature unbridled.

Twilight tried to stop herself, tried to fight off the feelings and impulses. There was no reason that she could think of on a logical level as to why she ought accept. Safety demanded that she stay right where she was and that Dominata stayed right where she was. Neither of them should move, neither of them should get closer! It was common practice to stay at distance!

And yet...

The first hoofstep sounded so loud in Twilight's ears as she placed a tentative step over the first ward's line. It... it felt wrong. Everything in her mind screamed to run as far and as fast as she could - but the tugging that pulled at her heart and soul was stronger still as it reeled her in closer and closer.

"Very good, Twilight, come closer." Dominata praised and ordered in one. It made Twilight quiver. Never had words felt so good! Celestia praising her, the laughter of her friends, none had ever made her feel this way! She wanted to pursue the feeling, to chase it down and pin it down with all her might.

One more step in, and then another shortly after. Each was an effort, but each was rewarded by reassurances and praises from the meretrix. Dominata kept smiling and cooing those soft words, and step by step Twilight found herself growing closer as her heart grew faster. Each barrier she came to she dispelled with ease, and each one was both a burden lifted and a piece of security gone. She felt flush, she felt hot, and she needed something. Something she somehow knew the meretrix could provide.

One final step, and Twilight was only separated from Dominata by the final ward; just a thin line of runes etched into the floor was all that was between Twilight and whatever waited for her beyond. It was enough to make her giddy in anticipation whilst also being terrified out of what little bit of her mind remained.

"Come, Twilight Sparkle, let us be together." Dominata smiled, making Twilight's heart skip a beat. She nodded slowly, taking that last step across. The final step into whatever would become of her.

She... she had done it! She stood with one hoof on the inside of the summoning sigil. She... she was so close. It made her flush, made her breathing grow more rapid and shallow, and made her mind brace through its blank thoughts all the faster. She was in too deep, now all she could do was to jump in.

A second later, Twilight was inside the last barrier's bounds even as she dispelled it. Now she was muzzle to muzzle with Dominata, far closer than she could've dreamed of getting. She was right next to her, with no more barriers or arcane glyphs to protect her or stop her. Dominata smiled at the slightly shorter alicorn.

Staring at the creature that had so captivated her at such a short distance, Twilight felt as if she would fall over on the spot. It was just too much! She was face to face with a living - and very hot - piece of history. Twilight was elated as much as she was fearful.

That fear wasn't helped by what she was seeing. There, in the waves of flame that were the meretrix's mane was an image that danced in and out of sight. A vision of bleached bone and ratty, black, dangling tendrils. It was a skull bedecked in decaying hair that opened its maw to Twilight, revealing fangs a sharp as knives. It was a horrifying sight, and worse, recognizable.

There, flickering in and out of existence in the meretrix's mane was a vision of damnation - a vision of the meretrix without the coating of flesh that gave her such elegant curves and comely features. It was a harsh reminder to what little of Twilight remained that what she had done had been a very poor series of choices.

And then it was all burnt away as a second later the taller meretrix leaned forward and kissed Twilight deeply. It sent cascading waves through Twilight, making the mare shiver in delight as all worries melted away and mind settled into a placid note of pure ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back and were lidded as she trembled in the kiss.

Dominata was not idle, though, and with subtle movements, brought her long tail about. Its impressive length swooped through the air until it hovered its spaded end above Twilight's flank. Twisting in deeper to the kiss, Dominata let her tail slowly stroke across Twilight's flank, which sent the mare into another fit of shuddering.

Breaking from the kiss, Dominata smiled at Twilight with a toothy grin, revealing her teeth fully in their pointed, gleaming glory. Twilight wasn't afraid now, though, her mind dedicated to processing the pleasure that coursed through every vein like lifegiving nectar. It was a pure warmth of pleasure that filled Twilight's thoughts, and she would not be roused from them.

Dominata let out a gentle giggle, pacing around the subdued alicorn, letting her tail caress here and there. Running down the spine in a long, drawn out, petting motion; grazing past the barrel; teasing the nipples briefly; and even giving a sharp thwack to the mare's bottom - which only made her gasp out in pleasure.

The placid, empty alicorn sat there, letting the meretrix stalk about her while being toyed with by the long tail that drew ever closer and closer to where her body wanted it to go. It flickered past, teasing her with what her body had wanted since before the mind had acclimatized to the idea.

Dominata's tail traced a line all the way from the underside of Twilight's neck to just shy of the spot between her hindlegs. It was the most pleasant form of torture that the young alicorn had ever been subjected to - though then again she hadn't really had too many sessions of torture in the past. Or had she? It was getting harder and harder to think on anything beyond the here and now and the pleasure that defined it.

The meretrix gave a quick lick to Twilight's cheek, smiling all the while as Twilight continued to shudder under her attentions. "Are you ready for your thank you?" Dominata asked with a seductress' smile. Twilight nodded slowly, her breathing shallow and quick.

Dominata pressed Twilight's head up to look at her in the eyes, and then angled herself and the alicorn's gaze a bit lower. There between the hindlegs of what Twilight had assumed by voice and build to be a mare was a dick that would put any stallion to shame. It's girth and length, pulsating with life as it twitched in anticipation of its special appointment.

Twilight immediately dove down, an instinct that had not existed a second before taking hold in her mind, laying a worshipful lick along its length. Its taste was salty, warm, and wonderful. It drove Twilight wild, the piece of her that was against any of this being drowned out by the heavy musk and overpowering demeanor of the other creature. Just as she was about to dive down on it, ready to choke herself on it, Twilight was stopped by a hoof that violently thrust her away - sending her tumbling across the floor.

Twilight looked up to object, to say something, but was cut off as the meretrix rolled her over forcefully. "Time for your thank you." Dominata said on a breath before swiftly hilting in Twilight's wet pussy without any hesitation. Twilight gasped, feeling the massive shaft inside of her spreading her out wider than ever before with crackling bolts of pleasure that obliterated her fragile mind like a piece of fine pottery.

Twilight howled in pleasure as the meretrix pumped in and out of her marehood, pressing with a harsh hoof into the alicorn's spine. It filled Twilight in a way she didn't know she had been empty, and complete a part of her in a way she hadn't realized she had been unfinished. Twilight broke and reformed with each thrust, each time molded into a shape most erotic and depraved as the dick inside her twitching pussy made her soar.

With another howl of pleasure, she found herself gagged, her eyes widening at the sudden intrusion - only to moan in unanticipated pleasure as she realized what it was that had found itself inside her maw. The corner of her vision revealed the leading tendril of a tail that slipped around her neck before thrusting the spade tale deep inside her mouth - the phallic qualities of the shape now more evident to Twilight as it began to thrust in and out of her mouth, creating a two pony spitroast.

She couldn't help but moan into the appendage, her tongue running back and forth on the underside of it on reflex, her lack of skill more than evident. The feeling of the dick thrusting in and out of her and the phallic tale pumping down her gullet came together to make her ecstasy all the greater. Moments before she'd doubtlessly have been revolted by the idea, but now, underneath the powerful hooves of this meretrix, it was simply divine! It was all she ever wanted and so much more!

Dominata laughed through her own carnal grunting as she drove deeper and deeper inside the alicorn with all the power she could muster. "Enjoying yourself, Twilight? You deserve it! You set me free after so long - you deserve a reward!" Dominata moaned as Twilight tightened about her shaft, smiling to herself as she broke in her new slut. "Though it almost feels like you're my reward." She chuckled, continuing to pound into Twilight with reckless abandon.

"Though," She continued, still thrusting in and out at her furious pace, "I do suppose I ought to tell you, my delicious toy, that 'meretrix' is not the only name my people had. Oh no, we had many - perhaps some you know?" Dominata cackled, tightening her tail around Twilight's neck until the pony began to choke slightly. "Oh yes, I doubt very much you would've succumbed so easily had it not been for that petty deception of mine.

"You see, the name my people bore - the one you might yet know," Dominata leaned in towards the choking alicorn's ear while continuing to plow her virgin fields, "is succubus. And you, my darling, have become what we like to call a 'thrall'."

Twilight might've screamed at the revelation. Had circumstances been different, she may very well have bucked off the meretrix - or succubus - off of her and sent the vile creature back to where it belonged in the abyss. In some worlds, a thin sliver of Twilight had held out long enough to hear this admission and had rallied around it to fight off the invading power.

This world, however, was one in which Twilight had long since been broken in mind. Dominata reveled in her dominance over the alicorn, pounding away while keeping her living fleshlight just on the brink between wakefulness and unconsciousness. She kept her prey weak and gasping, making each breath the alicorn take be a deep one - each one laden in the pheromones the succubus exuded.

The pheromones sank in through Twilights lungs, through her coat, through every molecule of her existence, and made every instant that passed the alicorn one of lust. Every ingenious plan she made now was one that only served in gaining pleasure and sating her lust. It made Twilight think, but think in a way that made her all the better prey for the succubus. She was consumed in her lust, and her lust only grew and grew. There was no turning back, there was no ripcord to be pulled. Twilight wasn't even conscious enough inside of herself to be able to realize that she had lost, much less lament the fact.

Dominata giggled in her way, continuing to mold the princess with her dick, her tail, her pheromones', and - now that all the wards were gone - her magic. Vile, corrupt magic that gathered about her twin ram's horns in sickly, inky black pools that these seeped like a viscous sludge into Twilight's mind and soul; twisting the once pure mare into something far removed from what she had once been. Victory had arrived, and its taste was sweet!

Feeling her pleasure building higher and higher towards its crescendo, Dominata grinned manically before hilting in the alicorn with both her dick and tail, and let out her orgasm deep inside her pony prey. The alicorn beneath her convulsed violently as her world was filled with pleasure and the feeling of the succubus' orgasm. It was a rolling wave of pleasure that crushed everything inside of her before reforging it into a more suitable form for the meretrix's service.

Pulling out of the prostrated alicorn, Dominata snaked her tale back behind her while looking over her work. Licking her lips with hunger, she watched over her prey as the effect took hold, stealing away the pony's essence as she stalked about the bedraggled form.

Slowly, Dominata watched as the cutie mark on the pony's flank faded away, only to have a red circle appear in its place. The rest of the mark slowly rose up from the lavender coat, revealing the selfsame sigil as had summoned Dominata from her prison. It was the mark that had been on the succubus' flank, but now her flank had changed too. There, on her flank as proud as day, was the red sigil now overlaid with the purple star that had left the alicorn.

It filled her with such power, such vibrant energy the like she had never known in all her time. It was wonderful, and it was only the first step of many to come.

Taking a deep breath and letting it flow out of her as she reveled in her first of many new victories, Dominata let the moment drag on - enjoying its texture and emotion so very much. She had returned to the world that had sent her to the abyss, and now she had a firm hoofhold to keep her anchored.

Opening her eyes to look on her prey once more, she stalked around to pick up the limp thing's head on a hoof. The alicorn blinked groggily at her, unfocused and tired after such violent use. It filled Dominata with such a wonderful hunger.

"What is your name, pony?" Dominata asked in a soft voice. The pony blinked blearily at her, searching her mind for the answer. The pony stayed still for just a moment more, processing everything, before eventually coming to the answer after a moment more of thought.

"I have no name."

Chapter 2: Pieces in Play

Dominata stared out from the castle window. In the gloom of the evening distance rose up the towering form of Canterlot so far away. Time had changed much since she had taken breath from this plain - much of which her new thrall had relayed to her.

Millenia had passed her by, and now she was thoroughly the last of her kin to walk in this world. It was heartbreaking, but it was workable. Being more than unexpected was a benefit to her. No pony even knew the succubus had existed beyond faint myths and distant legends that might populate the popular psyche, and as such the old defenses would be missing. A most splendid state of affairs to be sure.

"What do you wish to do now, Mistress?" The now nameless pony asked, resting against the warm meretrix. Dominata smiled, running her tail across the mare's folds - teasing out a low moan from her.

"Now? Now I have to find my way back into society. Find my way back into the hearts and minds of the ponies of the world so that I can bring back my people." Dominata said, continuing to look out over the world while stroking her toy absentmindedly. "No... no, fuck the hearts and minds of ponies." She scoffed at that, smiling to herself as she stared out the window.

"I want to work my way back into the dicks and pussies of ponies. I want to be in every loving kiss, every lustful gaze, every throaty moan, every tender caress, and every hard fuck. I want to make it so that rape is no longer existent because every creature in the world is so drowned in their own lust that there will be an air of perpetual consent.

"I want to make the world a lustful ball of hormones in which my people feed freely. I want all manner of creatures fucking in the streets. I want - no, I will have - the normal response to seeing a stallion hard not be a disdainful glare but a lustful stare.

"I will have there be no brides and grooms because all will fuck, suck, moan, and groan together. There will be no barriers - just constant, unrepentant fucking. No taboos, just fucking. No creature will care what another creature is - only if they are fuckable - and in my world they always are no matter what. The world will be freed of itself and my people will be reborn in a haze of lust.

In our absence you have all made the world so dry and bland. So restrained and fettered to its petty morals. You shun the sexual and embrace the boringly chaste. Well, you have all done well by doing that." Dominata giggled as she tossed the fire of her mane.

"You've burned away all the visualizations of lust, but have simply let it fester beneath the surface - the fools that you are. You have tried to act against my people, but in the end, all you've done is made the world that much better for my kind!" Dominata spanked the nameless pony's flank with a harsh crack.

"You've tried to make the earth fallow and barren, but all you've done is make it all the more fertile for the seed I shall plant in it." Dominata laughed once more at the irony of it all. Chaste the world might seem, but it was all a thinly constructed lie, a faltering excuse that the succubus just couldn't wait to tear away like a wedding veil from a whore.

"Is there some way in which I may serve you in this endeavor?" Her thrall asked, shivering under the attention of her Mistress. Dominata giggled airily, her mind concocting a variety of schemes that allowed the toy to help her.

"My faithful toy, there are plenty of things which you can do for me." She said with a devilish smirk. "You can fuck," she punctuated by thrusting her tail inside of the mare's gaping hole, "you can suck," she said as she violently pulled her tail free, "and you can cum." The pony collapsed in pleasure, panting deeply as the pleasure caught up with her. "But for now, you can be my pawn."

"A-anything for you, Mistress." The pony panted. Dominata smirked, lowering the tip of her tail before her toy. The pony acted quickly, lapping away at the fluids left on it. It was nowhere as thrilling as having the silly pony lick her cock or even fucking the mare's holes, but the sensations of a tongue running across her tail certainly were nice. She had always enjoyed tail worship - especially when it included the pony cleaning up their own juices from her glorious tail.

A second later, Dominata curled her tail around the pony's neck and pulled tight, catching the pony in a strangle hold. Dragging the pony into her sight, Dominata smiled at her - showing off her wonderfully pointed teeth. The pony whined in mingled pleasure and pain as she looked on her Mistress in all-encompassing fear and utter devotion. It filled Dominata with a delicious sort of lust that the succubus could hardly deny - but then again, why would she?

Bringing the pony in closer, she hungrily kissed the mare, letting her tongue snake inside the pony's mouth. The mare positively stank with lust by that point - it was wafting off the poor thing in great waves that nourished the infernal creature that held her. It filled the meretrix with such power, such vibrant energy, that Dominata felt positively giddy.

Pressing the poor mare roughly against the floor, Dominata licked her lips hungrily. The alicorn lay there helpless, simply looking up at the mighty succubus with a pleading, terrified look in her eyes. It was the type of look that Dominata couldn't refuse; not that she wanted to, but still.

Giving the pony no room to react or oppose her, Dominata - giving her shaft time to grow to full mast - unwound her tail from the pony's neck and shoved it into the mare's ass. The pony moaned like the simpering whore she had become under Dominata's influence as the meretrix grew harder and harder - readying herself and the delicious piece of aroused meat below her for the feast she was about to enjoy.

With a hungered growl, Dominata dove down, sending her dick deep inside the pony, sending them both into pleasured moans as they connected. "You're still so tight, my toy." Dominata giggled as she rested inside the pony for a short moment. "I'll be changing that shortly. Carve you out properly to my size. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Y-yes, my Mistress!" The pony whimpered, only to howl as Dominata began to plow her viciously. The succubus cackled as she worked the alicorn both physically and emotionally. It was that potent concoction of corporeal pleasure and arcane sustenance that made life worth living for the succubus; and she was getting a lot of it from this one pony.

"Oh, your such a naughty girl!" Dominata laughed, plumbing the depths of the pony. "Naughty girls get punished!" She cackled before removing her tail from the pony's ass and wrapping it around her toy's neck once more, chocking her gently while presenting the phallic spade at the end of her tail for cleaning by the mare.

With no resistance, the mare began to lap at the tail, cleaning it off thoroughly even while she choked - it gave Dominata such fond memories. "Do you know Luna by any chance? Decently tall, pretty eyes, gorgeous ass?" She asked, occasionally releasing her tight hold on the pony's neck only to tighten it once more.

A stray breath later, the pony replied with a gasp, "Y-yes! S-she was the princess of the m-moon!" The pony stammered between whorish moans and licks across the tail. "Do you wish to take her?" She asked before Dominata tightened her tail around the pony's neck once more, forcing her to only use her tongue for cleaning.

"Oh, my dear toy," Dominata giggled, slapping a hoof across the pony's ass, "she's already mine! She has been for millennia, she just doesn't remember - or chooses to forget. Which reminds me..." She said, continuing to thrust in and out without a care in the world.

"You still need a name, my toy." Dominata purred, letting her tail loosen slightly for the expected response to come through.

"W-why? I am just a slut, I don't nee-" She was cut off by the tail tightening as her mistress continued to fuck her ragged. Dominata laughed at her toy's imposed disgrace as she pumped in and out, getting choked moans and gasping breaths laden with pleasure.

"Names have power, bitch. My power is absolute over you; is it not?" She asked. The pony nodded, unable to speak with the tail that choked her. Dominata snorted at that with a evil grin; reveling in the power she had over the mare with each thrust and word. "Then I should give you a name. A name that fits you and shows my power over you." The pony nodded, even as Dominata released some of the pressure to allow her a tiny breath of pheromone laden air. She didn't want the pony to be unconscious for her naming ceremony - it just wouldn't do.

"Now, my toy, are you ready for your new name? Are you ready to be dedicated not only body and mind but soul to me? To be mine and mine alone? To do, say, and be what I tell you? Are you ready to let me be the architect of your reality from now on‽"

"Y-yes, my Mistress." The nameless pony said in a ragged voice, only to have her maw filled with her mistress' tail. Dominata smiled at her toy's plight, tightening the noose around her neck while violently fucking her face with the phallic spade. It was just too delicious of a sight!

"Good!" Dominata said, putting extra power into her next thrust for emphasis. The pony gave a choaking moan around the succubus' tail, cumming in a wash of ecstasy that was only just beginning. It made the meretrix so proud and so hungry. It was wonderful how much of an effective appetizer this one pony could be. She could hardly wait to taste the main course!

"From! This! Day! On!" She said, giving a harsh thrust for each word to help implant the memory in the pony's mind. "Your! Name! Is!" She gave the pony several more ravenous thrusts, letting the moment build higher and higher. Dominata reveled in the feeling of the pussy clenching about her, so fresh from a release and yet building towards the next peak so soon. It was marvelous!

She could feel her own pleasure building too, telling her she ought to work quickly. Taking a breath, she pumped in and out of the mare at a fever pitch, getting herself closer to orgasm and her toy closer to her second. It was wonderful, but she had to time it just right.

And then she felt the dam break, releasing her pleasure. "Evenstar!" Dominata proclaimed as she released her load deep inside the newly dubbed Evenstar. Said mare also came, releasing her second orgasm - as well as her third - so shortly after her first on that divine rod.

Pulling her tail free of her newly named pony, she unraveled the length of it from the pony's neck and let her toy breathe freely for the first time in several minutes. "Evenstar..." The pony said in her bedraggled voice, as if tasting it or weighing it. "It's perfect, Mistress!" She said with a bit more energy.

"Good, I'm glad it meets with your approval, though it does not need such." With that said, Dominata returned to thrusting in and out of the pony, forcing her newly named Evenstar to crumple slightly - planting the side of her face against the floor as she was railed without mercy.

Bringing her tail about, the devious meretrix sent it plumbing the depths of Evenstar's ass once more - though this time she went deeper than before, truly testing her toy's abilities. Evenstar howled in comingled pleasure and tail as she was fucked in both holes by the same succubus. It was divine, without parallel!

"Do you remember your old name, Evenstar?" Dominata hissed, plowing her toy hard and fast, driving her roughly against the floor. Evenstar moaned as she tried to think of an answer, but found her thoughts clouded by the dick and the pseudophallus that penetrated her.

"Toy?" She asked uncertain.

"NO!" Dominata said, giving Evenstar a harsh smack across the flank.

"Bitch?" Evenstar tried.

"NO!" Dominata roared, giving Evenstar two swats for her trouble.

"Wh-whore?" Three smacks. "S-slut!" Four spankings. "TOY!" Five slaps across the ass. "BITCH!"

"You just want to get spanked, don't you?" Dominata giggled. Evenstar didn't reply, but Dominata obliged nonetheless, delivering sharp crack on one flank over then the other in a cycle that lasted minutes on end as the meretrix fucked her toy with a ravenous hunger. Her tail eventually got as far in as it could go, and then began to slide out - out to be driven right back and a little further as it took up its own pace inside the newly named pony.

"You were Twilight Sparkle, but she is no more!" Dominata instructed, still spanking and still fucking her toy with reckless abandon. "Twilight Sparkle is dead, but no pony must know! You, Evenstar, have stolen Twilight Sparkle's body -you filthy, thieving, slutty, whore - but must not let anypony or other creature know!

"You will respond to the name 'Twilight Sparkle', but you will remember your real name! Tell me your real name, slut!" Dominata roared in her manic glee.

"Evenstar!"

"And whose are you?"

"Yours, my Mistress!"

Dominata laughed histerically, even as she felt her pleasure build up once more. With her second orgasm gathering, Dominata threw Evenstar off of her before standing over the alicorn and jerking herself off the last few seconds with her tail - letting her load spray out across Evenstar's face. The pathetic excuse for a pony opened her moth to catch as much as she could with a ravenous hunger of the devoted slut she had turned into.

It was a glorious sight that filled Dominata with enough energy to keep going for hours on end with the depraved mare that she had corrupted the alicorn into - but there were other ponies to taste out there. One in particular needed to remember her place - and with the strength this one pony had given her, she had more than enough to bring that particular bitch to heel. That, though, could wait a few more moments. It had waited a millennium already, a few more hours wouldn't hurt.

"Up, bitch," Dominata purred, dangling her dick above her toy's face, "clean me off and you get a treat." She cooed with a devilish smile. Evenstar immediately pushed herself up and gobbled the knob greedily, slurping off the cum from the appendage while cleaning herself off with her hooves at the same time, eating the spunk with great enthusiasm.

It was a glorious showing of depravity, but didn't take too incredibly long for both pony and dick to be clean, with the work getting done in only a few long licks and hard sucks. "All done, Mistress!" Evenstar chirped while licking her lips clean of any traces of the last two orgasms - seven including her own that were in the mix.

"Does that mean you want your treat?" Dominata asked, pulling away from the pony. The alicorn slut nodded her head vigorously, an idiotic smile across her face at the mere possibility of a reward. "Well, I suppose that I did promise you one, so I guess that means I ought deliver it."

In a rush of motion, Dominata had her toy pinned to the floor, looking her dead in the face with a manic grin of debaucherous intent. The pony whimpered in response, her cheeks flushing deeper as she felt her Mistress' breath across her face. Dominata then leaned a tad bit farther and gave a languid lick to Evenstar's horn, following it shortly with another and then another; treating the horn like some sort of sweet to be savored and licked over and over again.

Evenstar moaned in pleasure as she writhed under the succubus' attentions. Dominata, however, wasn't done, and let her tail swoop around to begin fucking the submissive pony's throat. Evenstar had no objections and began to treat it with the limited skill she had begun to develop.

Dominata smirked at this before popping the tip of the pony's horn into her mouth, letting her tongue swirl around it's grooves while gently stroking Evenstar's already extended wings, bringing only more pleasure to the sex crazed pony. Sure, she was only sex crazed because of the succubus, but that didn't matter in the slightest to Evenstar as she writhed, wriggled, and moaned openly under the attentions of her Mistress.

Pushing further, Dominata let the horn tickle the back of her throat as she bobbed up and down on it with the skill she hoped to instill in the pony below her. Until Evenstar could properly serve her, she wouldn't be a good toy - and until she was a good toy, she was a waste of space that needed fixing or training.

Tongue swirling about the horn, the meretrix adjusted her position, pulling Evenstar with her by the mane, and began to push the horn deeper down her throat. Evenstar howled in pleasure around the tail that plunged in and out of her throat, quaking under her Mistress as she was subjected to a pleasure she had never known before, but that she could no longer live without. It was all too much, and yet it only was getting better!

Bobbing up and down, tongue tracing around and around, hoofs stroking over and across, and tail forcing its way in and out all came together until the mare who lost her name to gain a new one from the meretrix shuddered violently in orgasm. Dominata expertly took the load of magic goo in her mouth while pressing a hoof against the pony's quivering snatch - collecting the less magical excretions.

Evenstar slowly cooled off from her eighth orgasm, and as Dominata released her mane, fell backwards onto the ground. Dominata smiled, cheeks puffed out with the gunk, at the pony she had corrupted. Stepping a tad bit closer, Dominata nuzzled Evenstar before moving in for a kiss, prying the smaller mare's mouth open with her tongue.

As they kissed, Dominata let the magic ejaculate fall from her mouth into Evenstar's, forcing her to drink her own magical fem cum. The pony did so willingly, tasting the concoction as it flowed into her mouth and feeling it run down her throat as she swallowed it without resistance.

Parting from the kiss, Dominata ran her cum covered hoof across the pony's face, smearing it messily over Evenstar's features with a vicious grin across her face. Now the pony truly looked like the whore she had become through Dominata's innate magic. It was a beautifully depraved sight that sent a thrill of power through the succubus.

Better yet, Evenstar slowly began to clean herself of the cum, licking up what she could and rubbing the rest with her forehooves to be licked up from them. It was so depraved, and most of all for the succubus, unprovoked. Already the mare was going deeper and deeper; falling more completely into the domain of the creature of lust and debauchery. It was simply wonderful!

Despite this, and how wonderful of a sight it was, Dominata knew there was work to be done. Work she had put off long enough that now needed to be attended to. The succubus smirked at the pathetic pony as she finished cleaning off and fell back to the floor in her fatigue. Now that wouldn't do at all.

With little regard for her toy, she delivered a swift kick to Evenstar's side. "Get the fuck up, slut," Dominata demanded, "we've got a world to fuck."

Chapter 3: Blatant Moves

Luna sighed as she nestled into her deck chair, feeling the chill evening air wrapping about her - drawing away all her stress and worries as she simply relaxed. It was nice no longer having to worry about matters of state. She had always hated the whole charade, the fripperies of office and constant dance to meet expectations - it was all so exhausting. She much preferred to rest in the cool night air and help those few ponies who had devastatingly bad dreams.

Then again, she also preferred to simply have her own once in a while. She rarely had the opportunity to dream on her own when she was part of the diarchy - but now that she was retired, the expectations were far lower. Her presence in a dream was a blessing, rather than an expected outcome. She fly down when ponies were in the most trouble and then give them a restful dream in place of disturbing nightmares only when those nightmares were beyond the pale.

It was nice being able to work at her own pace, being able to do as she wished instead of as others wished or expected. She didn't want to disappoint anypony, but she also needed to have a break every once in a while. Not so much to rest, but more to simply get herself in the right frame of mind. She had heard it put as 'recentering', and perhaps that was what she was after.

A center would be nice. A place to anchor it all to and to simply let the waves toss her about while she remained moored in place. It was a nice thought, and one that was quite enticing. The main difficulty was that there was no point on which to hang herself, no place to rest on. She was her own center, no pony or thing else suitable to hold her weight.

No pony she'd want to try, if she was honest with herself.

With so much baggage and so much history that would take so much explaining all wrapped up with a pony who had been royalty and sisters with the pony who essentially became a deity in the eyes of her subjects, it was best - in Luna's personal opinion - to deal with her troubles as they came, have candid discussions with trustworthy folk when necessary, and leave it at that.

She missed the days when her sister and her were just ponies in a world that didn't pay them much mind. Sure, they had stuck out as alicorns before they ruled to a certain extent, but even then it was just to the point of strange looks. Now it was all reverence and bowing. 'Your Majesty' this and 'Your Highness' that. It was even worse when somepony got the bright idea to say 'your ex-Highness'. It didn't happen to incredibly often, but it was still an annoying occurrence - as if they saying 'you were once great, but now you're just kinda normal and that's weird to me, so I'll point it out to you at any opportunity.'

Luna just wanted to rest and relax in the coming days, to live the life she had left behind over a thousand years ago. It was why she had taken her deck chair to the roof of the building - exactly where no pony would be looking for her for at least half an hour after the round of canasta had ended. She might even get to skip out on the bingo tourney for once if she was lucky.

"Luna?" A voice asked behind her, ruining the serenity of the evening. At least it wasn't a random pony this time, but the interruption wasn't entirely welcomed at the moment.

"Princess Twilight," Luna said, not moving from her spot as she basked in the dying rays of the sun with her eyes closed, "what brings you out this way? A bit far from Canterlot or the Castle of Friendship for an evening stroll."

"I was actually looking for you." Twilight said, sitting down on the roof beside Luna. "It's such a beautiful evening." She said offhoof. Luna kept back the biting remark that leapt to mind and simply grunted in agreement. No reason to be nasty, Twilight was a friend after all.

"Social visit or business?" Luna asked, hoping for the best.

"Social with you. I do technically have some business, but it isn't with you. It also isn't very pressing, so I have a few moments to stop by and chat. If that's alright with you." Twilight said with her usual level of decorum and politeness. Luna sighed, rolling her shoulders as she settle deeper into the chair.

"So long as it doesn't include getting out of my chair, I'll be alright with a little chat." Luna said with a coy smile, gaining a giggle from Twilight.

"Oh, don't worry, I won't have you getting out of the chair all night." Twilight said, a sort of playful edge Luna hadn't been expecting taking the young alicorn's voice. Luna wasn't sure how to take it, and even as she opened her mouth to ask what she meant, a slight crunching sound interrupted her, as if a small bottle or piece of glass had been stepped on by an insistent hoof.

"Twilight, what was..." Luna began, and then smelled... something. It hit her, making her shiver as the scent wafted over her senses. It was strange, yet somehow familiar. It excited her in a way she hadn't been excited in quite some time. A rush of blood flooded through her cheeks, deepening her color as her breath picked up slightly.

"I... I..." Luna stammered, finally lifting her head and opening her eyes. She made to stand up, but Twilight gently pushed her back down while rubbing another hoof against the chair, knocking off bits of whatever had made that earlier noise from her hoof.

"Now now, Luna, I said I wasn't going to have you getting out of that chair." Twilight said with a coy smile. "Now be a good girl and just lay back down." Luna nodded slowly, her mind trudging through molasses as Twilight pushed her down onto the lawn chair on her side.

"What... what's happening?" Luna struggled, even as she crossed her hindlegs, desperately hoping she was right about what was going to happen. Twilight smiled, leaning in closer until she planted a gentle, nuzzling kiss on the other mare's muzzle.

"Love." Twilight answered simply before fully kissing the ex-princess. Luna melted into the kiss without resistence, simply letting the experience happen to her rather than trying to do anything about it. It felt wonderful, so why should she stop it?

Twilight pulled away from the kiss, and then with a coy smile, moved lower. Luna almost said something, but was cut off as a moan rattled its way through her when Twilight latched onto a nipple, giving the teat a gentle, twisting nibble. It send cracks of pleasure like bolts of lightning through Luna the like she hadn't known since days long passed.

Twilight then lowered further, even as Luna basked in the wonderful sensations she already had coursing through her, and gently lapped at the moistening sex of the lunar princess. Luna stifled a moan at the attention and instinctually placed a hoof on the back of Twilight's head, encouraging the pony to go further and further. Twilight wasn't one to let her down.

Never had Luna been so pampered by another. She couldn't recall the last time she had had somepony give her the proper attention her body needed - nay, deserved! Vague memories of somepony saying she had a gorgeous ass pricked at her mind, but she swatted them away like a gnat as she let the pleasure Twilight gave her wash over her in cascading waves of bliss.

A pinpoint of light in the muddied waters of her mind pointed out that they were on the roof, and so easily spotted by anypony at just the right angle. A pony at the wrong angle might see just Luna barely restraining her moans, while an errant pegasus might incidentally fly by on an evening cruise and notice the two ponies.

Surprisingly to Luna, this only made her have to fight harder against her moans.

The very thought of being spotted like this, of being seen being eaten out by the current ruler of Equestria, and all the implications of such a sight being recounted to the press was just invigorating! Shame tinted invigoration, but certainly more enjoyment was involved than shame. It was as if the societal pressures of decency, modesty, and chasteness were gone and replaced by an all consuming lust that the princess couldn't deny. Not just that, though, but she couldn't even fathom the possibility of considering refusing her lust at that moment.

And so she writhed on her chair, petting a hoof through Twilight's hair while the other mare's tongue lapped, kissed, teased, and stroked at her marehood. There was no pony else, there was no future, there was no fear, just lust and unfettered indulgence in its bounty.

Unfortunately, as it is with all such indulgences, it wasn't an eternal enjoyment that would last throughout the dying of the stars and beyond. Luna shortly felt herself building up to her climax. She tried to warn Twilight of this - some part of her believing in preserving at least a modicum of decorum - but in the end she couldn't help but remain silent for fear that she'd shout instead of whisper her warning.

With a final flick of her tongue, Twilight pushed Luna over the edge of bliss and into the turbulent maelstrom of orgasm that rocked the alicorn's world. It was a miracle that Luna didn't yell as she spasmed through her ecstasy. Her chest heaved in effort as she fought against the urge to scream, to shout Twilight's name - or perhaps some other name. She bit her lip heavily, her will holding out by an inch to keep her from screaming.

As the wave subsided, Luna fell backwards into the chair, not having noticed when she had sat upright, and breathed in in great panting breaths. She was spent, thoroughly used up and ready to fall into a rest that would find her waking up still covered in her own juices and a warm memory of a chance encounter on the rooftop. Twilight, however, had other plans.

With a gentle flare of magic, Twilight began to sop up the mess with a warm towel. Luna, in her haggard state, wasn't entirely sure where she had gotten a towel, but was certain about how wonderful it felt. The soft fabric brushing against her, accompanied with the occasional tender kiss to her nethers and barrel, made the princess feel like... well, a princess.

She felt cared for and safe. A blissful warmth filled her, body and soul, as she slowly let herself drift off into a sleep. She didn't even notice, much less care, when Twilight slipped in on the lawn chair beside her. She smiled gently in her afterglow as she faded to sleep, feeling the warmth of another pony beside her.

She felt safe. She felt loved. And yet, somehow, it felt wrong on some level. Some aspect of it all felt oddly out of place, though nothing stood out to her. Her weary mind buzzed with the aftershocks of her orgasm as she tried to piece together what didn't fit. It was just... something about this didn't feel right.

Luna supposed she'd have to figure it out in the morning. She'd have Twilight there to help her, so it shouldn't be that hard to figure out.

Waking up in bed is not a particularly odd thing to do. There are, however, circumstances in which it might be considered extremely odd. Some children experience the odd sensation of waking up in bed with the last memory being sitting on the couch or even at the dinner table. These moments are disconcerting - to say the least.

Luna experienced one such moment as she found herself waking up in her private room. Her foggy recollection was of... well, unspeakably filthy yet unbelievably enjoyable activities with Twilight of all ponies. It was... frankly it was immensely disturbing to think on, and yet it felt so right.

She couldn't recall ever having had such feelings or predispositions towards the pony that had been her sister's protégée. She had regarded Twilight as a friend, a firm and fast ally on which to depend, but now? Well, last night had cast a new light on the possibilities of their relationship - not all of which Luna wanted to dismiss offhoof.

Slowly, collecting herself for a few seconds longer, Luna sat up in bed; resting on her haunches on the springy mattress. She felt clean in a way she wasn't used to feeling when first waking up. Usually she felt bedraggled, or in the very least unkept; but now? Now she could hardly think of a way beyond a nice warm glass of milk to make herself feel any better. Perhaps a massage? Maybe a massage from Twilight?

The thought struck her oddly, but she couldn't accuse it of being out of place or out of turn. With last night so vividly coming back into focus the longer she was awake, the thought seemed properly place, if not a tad bit off by not going far enough! Luna couldn't help but wonder if... if possibly it was just a gift. A 'fling' of this new princess of Equestria that meant little more than the wave of a royal in a parade.

At that moment, the door to her bathroom opened and let out a large plume of steam that wafted through the room in a great cloud of warming mist. "Your bath is ready, Luna." Twilight's voice rang out through the occluding fog. Luna felt reticent to move for a moment, unsure what to expect from the mare - but in the end she knew in her heart it wouldn't be anything she wouldn't absolutely love.

"Twilight?" Luna began, unsure of herself even as she rose from her bed. "About last night, I..." She faltered, uncertain what she wanted to say to the mare that had shown her such a good time. She hadn't felt such feelings towards the mare, but now... there was at least something. Luna wasn't so sure what, be it love or simple lust, but there was indeed a hint of something growing inside of her in regards to the mare.

"Don't worry, Luna," Twilight's voice rang out through the warm cloud, "there's plenty more to come." Luna crossed her hindlegs and lowered her tail at that comment, unsure if she really wanted more. She did to an extent, but she really wasn't sure if she was ready.

A voice in her mind pointed out that she had already been eaten out by the mare, so really everything Twilight might do would be tame by comparison - even tribadism. The more she thought about it, the fewer reasons she could muster against going to the bath - to Twilight. She wanted to; but could she really do it?

Taking a few steps closer, Luna couldn't help but notice that it wasn't only the room getting hotter. Already her nipples were growing rigid and her sex was quivering in anticipation. Her breathing was shallow as she stepped closer, and she could feel the beating of her heart through her cheeks. Her body was revving up for fun that she wasn't sure if she was ready for. It was as if the air she breathed, the very atmosphere of the room, was building her up towards whatever Twilight had in store.

A moment later, Luna realized that without her own conscious intervention, her body had carried her to the threshold of the bathroom. Pillowing waves of warm steam blew against her face and saturated her coat with growing rivulets of water. Before her, half hidden by the fog, was Twilight Sparkle - thoroughly damp in the heat with her own cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded in a seductress' gaze. It made Luna's heart beat harder. Just what perverse, yet wonderfully exciting, activities were dancing about Twilight's mind this morning?

Twilight bridged the distance between them, leaning forward slowly and letting her luscious lips part. Luna felt her heart skip a beat, and on reflex closed her eyes while parting her own lips. The two of them met as Twilight leaned in, sharing a long kiss together in the billowing steam. Luna took a deep breath in through her nose and felt herself grow only more aroused as she drank in Twilight through the kiss.

Luna felt Twilight's tongue snake its way into her maw, and without thinking, curled her own around the smaller mare's. It was a wonderful experience, one she hadn't had in years. The intimacy it brought, swapping flavors with the other mare. She couldn't imagine anything better!

Twilight - apparently - could, as she drew Luna in closer with a hoof around the back of her neck, and guided the other princess fully into the large bathroom. The air was thick in the white cloud, removing all sense of direction as the two of them kissed and wrestled their tongues passionately.

Luna gave a soft moan, only to feel Twilight pull away from the kiss. Luna opened her eyes in confusion, looking at Twilight through the cloud. She was the picture of beauty, a phantasm in the fog that stood just a short ways off from her. It was simply captivating, looking at Twilight in the all consuming white that enveloped them.

Twilight, using the hoof that still wrapped around behind Luna's neck, pulled the taller mare forward. As she watched, Luna saw the cloud dissipate a tad bit, only to see thicker water cascading down Twilight's form. It matted down the younger alicorn's mane, giving the mare a certain natural sexiness that Luna hadn't truly ever seen or appreciated before. Stepping up into the pouring shower, Luna lifted her head slightly, letting the shower's stream pour directly across her face and down her neck. It felt marvelous!

The floor was already covered in a thin layer of water, each step accompanied by a light splash as the two mares stood in the wide canopy of falling water. Twilight pulled Luna's head lower, and once again planted a kiss on Luna's lips - getting a whine of pleasure from the older mare as she leaned into it willingly.

"Room for one more?" A voice asked from the fog. Jumping away from the kiss, Luna looked about, trying to locate the source. She pushed Twilight behind her defensively as she scanned the room - despite knowing that there was no way to actually see anything beyond the falling water around them. There was just too much steam!

"Who's there‽" Luna cried out. "Show yourself or know my wrath!" She threatened, breathing heavily as she felt her mind focus to a needle point.

"Oh, my dear Luna, you know who's there!" A voice giggled out from the wall of white. Luna trembled, refusing to accept it while knowing that the voice was being dangerously honest. She did know, and it was both terrifying and terrific. "Please, Luna, just relax." Luna gulped, her eyes flickering about wildly.

"Or should I call you your true name?" The voice taunted. Luna's eyes widened a she lit her horn.

"SILENCE!" She bellowed, ready to fire off a spell.

"Nocturna." The voice said with an invisible smile.

Chapter 4: Reclamation

Dominata couldn't help the smirk on her features as her once loyal toy was brought into the bathroom. The mare wouldn't realize, but half the steam was actually Dominata's pheromones, rendering the alicorn's resistance a more than futile exercise. Of course 'half' was a bit of an exaggeration, but even so, the air was filled with both obscuring and calming steam in combination with the succubus' natural airborne aphrodisiac.

Dominata, by virtue of her naturally keen vision, peered through the fog and watched the two ponies make their way to the shower, and only then made herself known. Luna's initial hostility was expected - but Dominata had grown to expect a bit more than just hostility. She expected submission.

"Nocturna." She said in her sweet voice. She could see Evenstar trembling beside her slave sister, ready to pounce on either Nocturna or Dominata at a breath. Nocturna trembled, her magic faltering.

"Wh-what..." She stammered, backing away from Dominata. "N-no! You have no power over me!" Nocturna yelled in a full panic, even as Dominata sensed the pony's lust growing. She wanted to submit, to go back to the way things were all those years ago, but a small part of her was fighting back.

Dominata loved it when they struggled.

Stepping out of the steam, Dominata entered the area cleared out by the shower's spray. The water struck the flame of her mane and rolled out into yet more steam, beating out the water by a hair as the air became just that more occluded. Dominata grinned at her toys, looking over how much Nocturna had changed.

Luna, for her part, was no better for seeing the shade from her past. It towered over her, just as it had all those years ago, and smirked in that way that made her heart flutter madly. Somehow, despite the gulf of time since that moment she had had her heart stolen away, the creature before her looked just the same. Just as sensual, just as attractive - if not more so - and just as domineering.

"Get away from me, Dominata!" Luna screamed, her magic failing her as her entire body trembled. She didn't want to fight - how could she? Just seeing the succubus was enough to put Luna back in time to when she was just a young mare, still seeking her cutie mark. She was weak, in need, and had been found by a creature so radiant in beauty and power that it was more than obvious that there was an unbridgeable gap between them that Luna would never cross.

"Come now, Nocturna, don't be like that." Dominata tsk-tsked with a mocking frown. "You know I only want you to be happy." Luna quaked, her breath quick - only to realize what she was doing. In a flash, Luna stopped breathing - not even taking a last breath as she watched the succubus carefully.

"I see, so you really are trying to pretend like you don't want me." Dominata hummed, moving closer like a lioness stalking its prey. Luna backpedaled, hitting one of the walls as she did. The meretrix didn't follow her, though, instead focusing on Twilight.

Luna's eyes widened and her heart sank as she looked to the young alicorn. She showed no sign of fear or terror that Luna was showing so openly. Instead, Twilight simply looked up at Dominata with an expression of total devotion and love. Luna felt like crying, realizing the truth even as Dominata wiped away the last, clinging traces of makeup on Twilight's flank - revealing the sigil of the succubi.

The mare had already fallen.

Luna glanced to Dominata's flank, and sure enough, the sigil was overlaid with what had been Twilight's cutie mark. The process of enthralling had been complete, and now Luna was outnumbered and running out of air - not that the air already in her lungs was any good for her.

"Come now, Nocturna," Dominata said in a mockery of a pleading tone, "don't you want to have more fun with your sister Evenstar?" Luna's heart ached at the question - almost as much as her lungs did. It became clear to her that there had been no love to begin with - just lust fomented by the succubus. It hurt in a way Luna hadn't expected.

"Please, Nocturna." Twilight - no, Evenstar - begged, her voice far more natural in emotion. Luna had to hold herself back, fighting against the desire to give in and just go to Evenstar, to just be Nocturnal and nestle under Dominata's strong wing, to return to those wonderful nights under the cloudless stars, to feel the warmth of the fiery mane beside her, and to be what she once was: safe, loved, and cherished.

"Come, Nocturna, you might've covered it, but the mark is still there." Dominata insisted, sitting down in the pool of water while the shower filled the room with all the more pheromone carrying steam. Luna hated to admit it, but she knew the meretrix was right once more. After Celestia had led that campaign to eradicate the succubi - one of the first major acts of office after the ponies of Equestria had crowned Celestia alone as ruler of the fledgling Equestria - and had found her little sister marked by the succubi, she couldn't just kill Luna.

Celestia, having been at the time closer to Nightmare Moon or Daybreaker, ordered a tattoo artist to make Luna not only lose the mark of the beasts she had eradicated with such vindictive fury but gain an almost too obvious black spot on her flanks. Luna had taken the mark at first as a sign of defeat, yielding under it like a conquered foe. It certainly didn't help that Celestia had assured the secrecy of this move by killing the artist after he had finished both of Luna's flanks. It was as if her own sister was taking her as a prize!

Then Celestia banished Dominata after a battle that had nearly killed the alicorn. The banishment effectively broke the connection between Luna and the succubus - to the point she had gain a moon as her own cutie mark. Luna still felt the loss of her Mistress, but it had become a dull ache rather than a burning desire to serve the meretrix.

Celestia's final trick was lifting Luna as her coequal ruler, further protecting Luna despite her hidden ties to the succubi. 'For your safety', Celestia had said. A great deal of safety it was now providing in the steam filled shower.

Even worse than just that, Luna could feel the mark like a burning brand. She dared not look at it, but she could tell that it was rising to the surface - bleeding off the color that had obscured it. She could sense her cutie mark fading, feel her strength diminishing as she fought against her own lungs. She couldn't run - not that she could've found her way to the door in the thickening fog.

It slowly began to dawn on Luna just how trapped she was. She was cornered, not just physically but emotionally. She couldn't leave Dominata, the memories of comfort and safety were too strong for her to consider it. Beyond that, she couldn't leave Twilight. Inside of her heart was steadily growing a love for the mare, even if her name and nature had changed at the whim of the meretrix.

Perhaps it was only that change that had been made to the thoroughly unsensual Twilight that made her the pony that Luna found herself now loving. That change might've been the only reason Luna's heart now yearned, and that pained her to an extent that she didn't want to admit.

There was a chance - nay, almost a certainty - that what she had started to love had not been Twilight at all, but entirely the construction of the meretrix. If she broke the link between Twilight and Dominata, there was a chance she'd lose it all. Twilight might form residual feelings after the break - assuming Luna could actually win - but that was a desperate bid that had low odd of success.

This thought striking her with all the poignant power it had over her, Luna came to a decision. She could only hope Celestia might forgive her in time for the choice she was about to make.

Letting out what breath had been in her lungs, Luna then took in a great, deep breath of the air around her - much to Dominata's satisfaction. Luna fell to the pool of water about her with a splash, her body shaking like a leaf as she felt herself crumble away. Soon, she no longer cared what she had lost as she let a gentle smile touch her features while a tear - rendered invisible in the shower - fell down her cheek.

"Welcome home, Nocturna." Dominata purred as she stepped closer to the fallen form of the mare, looking her over - admiring the newly reborn sign on the mare's flank. Slowly, Nocturna lifted her head and looked up to her Mistress, giving her a smile that was filled with all the adoration and love that she once had for her all those years ago.

"Mistress!" Nocturna said in a whisper filled with the proper levels of veneration the meretrix expected from her ancient thrall. Nocturna bowed her head to the floor, her vibrant, flowing mane rippling in the water. Dominata giggled at the sight of the mare, calling to mind such wonderful memories of those ages long gone. It was good to be back.

Already Nocturna was filling the room with her lust and arousal, feeding the meretrix a feast whose only parallel was that which Evenstar could provide. Both mares were equally lustful creatures that gave the beast of passion wonderful bounties. Dominata could grow fat off only the two mares with her now! If these two were indicative of what Equestria had become, what might she expect from conquering the entire nation? It made her giddy at the possibilities of the feast her people might expect.

Dominata gently lifted Nocturna's head with her tail, staring into her ancient lover's eyes with such wonderfully perverted ideas already coalescing in the meretrix's mind. "Up, my faithful toy," Dominata purred, "I want you to show Evenstar exactly how she should serve me. Show her how a well trained toy behaves."

"Of course, my most radiant Mistress!" Nocturna said with a look of pure ecstasy at the possibility of serving the center of her universe. Rising up, Nocturna bowed her head briefly to the succubus before turning about, lowering her front half into the water while flagging her tail. "Please use your depraved slut however you wish, my Mistress." Nocturna pleaded.

"Oh no, not me." Dominata, placing a hoof on her chest as if offended by the notion before looking to Evenstar. "Her." She said, her lips curling back into her twisted smile. Evenstar bowed her head in response before walking up beside her slave sister, only to have Dominata stop her with a hoof.

"You have your magic, correct?" Dominata asked pointedly. Evenstar paused, giving a tentative nod in response, unsure what her Mistress would have of her. "What do I have in particular that you do not?"

"Oh, my Mistress, there is so much! Your radiant beauty! Your pure, untainted, sexual allure that would turn any mare to loving you and any stallion to shunning any other in favor of you!" Evenstar began, her eyes sparkling in adoration. "Your majesty, your demeanor, your primal power that you can exert on me without even so much as a breath or flutter of the eye! Oh, my Mistress, and indescribable gulf of beauty and power and majesty between us that I could never dare to dream of thinking of passing over! My Mistress! My Goddess!" Dominata nodded, her lips pressed into an impressed pucker of sorts.

"Yes yes... I do like the sound of Goddess, too." Dominata admitted. "In fact, the both of you will call me your Goddess from now on. I like the ring it has." Dominata said, a vain smile taking her features as she stared off into the distance.

"Of course, my most adored and worshipped Goddess! Anything for you, my most lovely and stunning Goddess!" Nocturna proclaimed, still in the same position as before with her tail up and out of the way, revealing her winking pussy.

"As you command, my Goddess." Evenstar said, bowing her head, only to have a hoof slap across her face.

"Besides that, it wasn't what I was looking for!" Dominata said, her mood shifting on a bit. "Though all true, and a nice idea wrapped up in a bow at the end, it wasn't what I meant. Think more specifically and - beyond that - blatantly obvious. Think functionality, you dolt."

Evenstar rubbed her cheek, thinking hard until she realized what her Goddess had meant. "Your cock!" Evenstar proclaimed happily. Evenstar gasped as she was shoved forward by an unexpected intrusion to her pussy by her Goddess' tail.

"Very good, perhaps you can be taught after all, you slutty toy." Dominata trilled. Evenstar concentrated for a moment, igniting her horn like a flare. Building the spell matrix in her mind's eye, she shortly shot it off, sending an arcing bolt of magic into the air that rose up just shy of the invisible ceiling - giving the entire fog of the room a purple glow - before descending and striking Evenstar's frame in a burst of light and sparks.

Dominata craned her neck, and with a smile noted the somewhat transparent dong that now hung from Evenstar. It was nowhere as large as her own phallus - which might've been an intentional move on the subservient pony's part. It had a shimmering quality to it, marking it as blatantly as a magical construct rather than a biological alteration compelled by magic. It would certainly make reverting the change that much easier - which was good as far as Dominata saw it.

"Very good, Evenstar, now mount Nocturna and taste the pleasure of a well trained toy. Learn it well - you'll need to know what good service is to inspire it in others." Dominata cackled, slowly circling about her two toys. Evenstar bowed her head once more before taking a few steps forward and heaving herself onto Nocturna's hindquarters - angling herself towards the other pony's entrance.

With a powerful thrust, Evenstar made her entrance into her sister slave's pussy, gaining a moan of pleasure from the mare. Dominata giggled at the display, steeping up beside Evenstar, looking down the length of Nocturna beside her new toy.

"How does she feel, slut?" Dominata asked, rubbing her cheek against Evenstar's neck.

"S-she's so t-tight! I can feel her squeezing my dick in-n - oh Goddess! - it's like her pussy is sucking on my dick!" Dominata nodded with a coy smile.

"She has kept her perfect control I see." Dominata noted, running her tail along Nocturna's barrel. "Trying thrusting some more, tell me how that feels." Evenstar nodded, taking a breath before pulling back and thrusting back in. She found a pace that worked, and kept on pumping, gasping and moaning in tandem with Nocturna as the two of them fucked.

"S-she's even better! Her pussy is still sucking, but every time I think I'm as deep as I can go, she clenches down on me and makes pulling out just that much harder than going in! It feels amazing!" Evenstar gasped and moaned. Dominata giggled at that, smacking Nocturna's flank with her tail.

"You naughty, naughty bitch!" Dominata teased. "You're playing dirty! I love it when you do that!" Nocturna moaned in response, still getting fucked by Evenstar. "Learn how it feels to properly fuck a mare, Evenstar. Learn what a mare who knows her duties can do to you. Memorize it, commit it to heart."

"Yes, Goddess!" Evenstar moaned out, even as she kept fucking the mare. Not satisfied to just watch, Dominata stepped around and pulled Nocturna's head up harshly before shoving it down on her hard cock. Nocturna, not missing a beat, took it down without complaint or issue, her throat constricting and loosening with as much precision as Evenstar described the depraved mare's sopping pussy having.

"Oh how I missed this, Nocturna!" Dominata giggled, face fucking her toy with hedonistic delight. The mare moaned in response - which was all she could do being as occupied as she was.

Dominata was glad to have her favorite toy back. There were few you could ever suck and fuck as well as the pony that tended to her right then. If there were, they certainly wouldn't get to live long enough to lord it over Nocturna for too incredibly long - at least on the grand scale of things. Nocturna was to be the immortal queen of fucking - a true master of the depraved arts.

Slapping her tail across Nocturna's wobbling ass, Dominata giggled, giving a few more slaps for good measure. "You still have that wonderfully gorgeous ass, Nocturna!" Dominata emphasized this proclamation with a quick thrusting of her tail into the mare's ass. "I'll be sure to breed you for years to come to make sure to have plenty of foals inheriting the wagon you carry around! I can't wait to fuck your foals in front of you! You'd like that wouldn't you, slut?"

Nocturna didn't reply, still dutifully taking the dick in her pussy and suckling at the cock in her mouth. Dominata couldn't help but laugh, her own lust growing at the thought of generations of sluts to be born into the world that had tried so hard to be chaste. How delicious it would be to have generations born who thought no more of boners or hardened teats as immodest but as invitations to be taken without complaint or restraint.

A veritable cabaret of depraved ideas crossed the succubus' mind, each a prime candidate for the land of Equestria. Soon, she could feel, she'd have the nation fall apart into depraved moans and lust filled orgies on the scale of cities! She could also feel her first orgasm of the day coming quickly, but with a slut' throat about her member, that didn't much matter.

She'd fuck her toy until she was a silly mess of cum, sweat, and lust. Then she'd fuck her a bit more, just for fun. Once she was done with that whole rigmarole - well! She needed to start bringing back her people. Fortunately for that end, she had to willing and incredibly hot whores that needed to be shown a good time and a very special place that migth just still be around after all these years.

Today was a day to remember for the future of the meretrix - but for now, it was a day to fuck these ponies so much that'd they'd forget!

Chapter 5: Corruption

"It's alright, Fairweather, just a little further." A voice from time called out to but one creature. Said creature shrugged off the voice and pushed on, ignoring the troublesome nature of the past she had long left behind.

"Come on, slaves, we are nearly there." Dominata called over her shoulder two her two thralls. Nocturna and Evenstar scrambled over the steep stones, not wanting to by chance over take their Goddess by use of their wings. Beyond that, their Goddess had elected to walk up this cliffside, and as her thralls they'd willingly kiss the ground their Goddess had trodden - walking it in her very hoofsteps was no worse to them, though certainly calling for more effort.

"We are coming, my Goddess." Nocturna said, huffing as she tried to catch her breath while moving ever higher. "Your slaves regret that they are so weak. We shall endeavor to remedy this in future so that... that we might serve you more fully, my most well muscled and vigor filled Goddess."

Dominata huffed at this, enjoying the praise but not having much care for the weakness of her playthings in this venture. Looking up the mountainside, she felt her heart sink, still not seeing her end goal before her despite knowing it ought be there. Had the ponies of ancient days found it and destroyed it? Such a thing was unthinkable - and yet... Dominata could only hold out hope that it was merely the exterior that had been demolished.

"I see a cave! See it there? Just ahead? We'll stop there; alright, honey?" The voice rang out, but Dominata pushed past it. Now was not a time to reflect or grow nostalgic.

Pushing higher and higher, eventually Dominata crested another rise in the land, her caprine hooves certainly giving her the advantage in climbing over her thralls. She took in a breath of the clear mountain air, smelling out where the sanctum might be. It couldn't be far now, but with the structure now gone, it was going to be a trial to find what might remain.

"I can't make it!" A new, younger voice called out, only to be as ignored as the first. "Can't we just land here and rest? The wind isn't too cold!" The succubus cursed the wanderings of her mind as she paused to catch her breath and collect her thoughts in hopes of clearing them from misplaced voices.

"You useless sluts need to hurry!" Dominata called down tersely despite herself, looking at her slaves who had only just reached the outcropping she had last left. Vague groanings could be heard from below, but Dominata knew her control over them was such that they were either the groans of pain or groans of enjoyment at being so derided by their Goddess.

Turning her attention back to what mattered, Dominata flared her nostrils once more to take in the breeze in hopes that it brought news to her. This time it did, and with a rush she turned this way and that to get a better taste of her surroundings. A second later, she spied a stone that was more than a little out of place.

Stooping down, she turned it over and saw on the side that had been in the dirt the distinct carving of the stone into a skull with twin ram horns. "I'm in the Vestibule..." Dominata muttered in realization. She could almost picture it, seeing the ornate entryway of her sisters that led to the Grand Atrium.

There, that pile of stones was the remains of the sweeping stairway that led higher to the Sanctum. And there! That bit of debris a little beyond was the entry to the Hall of the Thralls! It was collapsed, and the great stone that bore the inscription of its purpose had fallen much as the carven face she had found, but she could just picture it! It was all here!

Heart leaping for joy, she moved back to the edge to call down to her thralls, "We're almost there, get up here!" She called to the two ponies that were still struggling along the rocks halfway up to her outcrop. Moving away from the ledge, Dominata scanned the rocks for an easy path, and then took the first one she spied.

Higher and higher she climbed, following by heart the way along the now collapsed stairway. She stopped at the highest landing, gasping in surprise.

"Goddess?" Nocturna called out in concern, hearing her universe's center gasping. Evenstar, now worried for her Goddess, leapt away from the stone, and took to her wings, circling about to get back to the mountain while ascending. Nocturna, cursing her sister's foolhardiness, followed in her example and leapt away from the treacherous rocks, her wings spreading out in the night's cool air.

Catching up, she found purchase on the landing right beside her sister, standing a few steps away from their Goddess. Before them, plain as day in the evening gloom, was what had caught Dominata so off guard. Carved out of the face of the mountain were a series of broken down pillars of marble. It was out of place in the mountain's gray rock, but there it was, a sign of refinement in the middle of the great nowhere they had travelled to.

"We're... let's go, sluts! We're just about there!" Dominata cried in glee, charging forward, slipping past a gap between two pillars that had collapsed against each other. Nocturna and Evenstar glanced to one another before following at full speed behind Dominata, not wanting to be left behind.

Down the narrow corridor they went, leaping over piles of debris and detritus as they went. Dominata, with her familiarity to the place, danced ahead of them like a will-o'-wisp, only guiding them by the light of her mane. They ran like this for several moments, passing by hall after hall that led off in other directions.

And then, all at once, the corridor opened up into a massive room. It was immense, build almost like a cathedral in many ways. The towering arches and vaulted ceilings hung about them in silence only broken by their hoofsteps and ragged breathing.

Unlike outside, the room's pillars were in good condition, if not a bit covered by invading moss and damp that had taken hold over the years. Where one could see the ceiling as having been a clean slate during its many years of use, now it had stalactites descending down almost to the floor and stalagmites that rose up, as if new pillars would be added to the room. It was beautiful, if a tad divorced from the original vision of the architects.

Before them, the room went out, its further walls almost invisible in the gloom and forest of stone, but the one place they could readily see was the elevated central platform, illuminated at the top by the combined beams of three shafts of light that must've arrived there through holes that had been dug all the way to the surface of the mountain.

Flanking either side of the path to the rising stairs were statues that helped guide the eye to the platform. They were terrible in their forms, and each of them with a unique horridness that no pony who ever entered would ever speak of. Yet, despite the indescribable nature of each of the many statues, they each were remarkably beautiful to behold after a moment of observation.

It was the duality of everything to do with the succubi, they supposed, though inverted for the sake of atmosphere - or perhaps with some sort of artistic intent. Each horror guided them on, drawing them further and further until finally they arrived at the stairs themselves.

Each step was a massive slab that had a variety of etchings and carvings - some of which looked like pictographs while others looked like symbols - as though glyphs or some sort of language that no pony alive would truly understand. Evenstar, though, had a vague guess - unfounded as of yet, save on a hunch of hers - that perhaps they might make sense of them, or otherwise be able to read sense out from them, only after they left the room.

Dominata ascended the stairs that led up to the top of the platform that held all her hopes and dreams - both in a metaphorical and a physical sense to different extents. Behind her, her awe struck thralls followed, gazing about the magnificent and unbelievably ancient structure. Not even Nocturna who had been alive when the succubi had reached the previous zenith of their power had ever seen it - and with good reason.

"What is this place?" Evenstar asked, her voice small in the immense cathedral of a chamber.

"This, my loyal thralls, is what was and shall be the heart of my people." The meretrix said, her voice filled with confidence of purpose. "It is where we are born and - more importantly - where it all started." Rising above the final step to face the pinnacle platform, the three of them came upon a central plinth that held a wide bowl with a pointed obelisk in its center that was bathed in the light that filtered down from on high.

Its construction was old, a sort of gothic in a sense - though clearly much older - out of a stone a white as marble but with veins of an obsidian black material. Its surface had a variety of etchings, be they runic inscriptions or carefully made images of succubi and ponies making love and fomenting lust.

"The first succubi were, as most succubi have been since, born as ponies." Dominata instructed, her eyes scanning over the basin and its designs. "They made a bargain with a power They did not understand, and so became the first of us all. All succubi are all bound to that deal struck, despite its terms having been lost to time." She said, as though remanicing over days long gone. Considering the succubi had been eradicated more that a thousand years ago, she likely was in more ways than one.

"Are we here to partake in a ritual then?" Nocturna asked, perceptive as always. Dominata turned to her and smiled her devilish grin.

"You both shall be the centers of your own ritual, and I shall be the one to guide you both through it all." Dominata purred to her toys before turning back to the bowl and its sharpened central spike. Raising a hoof, she pricked herself and let her blood flow in an unnaturally smooth stream into the bowl.

"Goddess!" Evenstar panicked, pushing forward - only to be blocked off by Nocturna who stood her ground.

"Our Goddess knows what she is doing. Have faith, Evenstar." Nocturna said with the confidence of one who has seen and experienced much. In truth, most of what Dominata poured out upon the altar was not blood. The majority was life essence and lust given physical form in this place. She was losing barely more than a few drops of her own blood, but a great deal of essence and lust energy. It was tiring, but necessary for the ends she had in mind.

Eventually, Dominata withdrew her hoof and looked at the bowl of red as it began to drain away. As she watched, the runes began to glow with a vibrant energy, filling the area with a red glow as lines spread out from the plinth along the ground.

As they watched, the energy seeped from level to level, moving downwards as it filled in rune after rune inlaid in the ground. Evenstar's eyes widened in realization as she recognized a variety of the symbols. She looked up, and sure enough, she saw that the symbols etched across the floor were a larger, more complex variation on the sigil that adorned Dominata's flanks as well as her own and Nocturna's.

"Is this... a summoning circle?" Evenstar asked, looking about the platform and beyond at all the symbols, circles, sigils, glyphs, and marks that were scattered about the room.

"Not entirely," Dominata replied flatly, "it is somewhat similar, but it is much more important than just a summoning circle." She turned towards her thralls, her pointed teeth catching the last glimmers of light as the hall was plunged into a crimson haze of darkness as the three lights died out.

Suddenly the two thralls could see it. Could see her. Evenstar had witnessed it when she had first summoned the meretrix, but now it was not only plain to see, but wholly separated from the pure perfection of her Goddess.

There, standing a tad to the side of the crimson outlined Dominata, was a skeletal frame. Bones tied together with decaying flesh, with grotesque strands of limp, jet black hair dangling from the skull. The wings were there, but were only held together with a thin membrane that had many holes rotting through it. Where eyes ought to have been were glowing orbs of wild magic that stared out of the withering skull with intent.

Its jaw suddenly jerked opened, allowing a breath that heralded words to escape, "Welcome, thralls, to the innermost sanctum of the succubi." It said, its voice a decayed, raspy imitation of their Goddess. The skeletal apparition began to stalk about them, its shoulders pumping with power despite only thinly scattered muscles providing such motion.

"You are here because of your Mistress wanting to make something more of you." It went on, drawing closer to Evenstar. "You are found willing, though wanting." Evenstar had to force herself not to choke at the horrid stench that escaped its maw as it spoke.

"They will learn and will be the bedrock of a new people." Dominata's pure voice rang out - somehow purer and more feminine. Oddly enough, both Nocturna and Evenstar noticed that in the dim gloom of the chamber, they could tell that Dominata had lost much of her defining features. She now was no more than a rather tall pegasus that was barely Evenstar's height.

Her coat was, though tinted by the red glow, a mottled white stained with splotches of brown across it. Her mane was not fire - and not even red - favoring a more tan or brown color. Her eyes were not that piercing red, even with the glow the floor gave her orbs. They were quite normal - almost too much so. The mare even had a cutie mark! In short, this mare was nothing like Dominata.

"And what would you know of that?" The spirit challenged, wheeling about to face the pegasus that on some level registered in the minds of the thralls as Dominata. "You have already failed our kind once. We grant you such power, and yet you squandered it! You could've turned the world into a veritable feeding frenzy, yet instead you let our vessels die out!"

"I was able to be strong enough to be undefeated when all others were destroyed." Dominata countered. "I survived, and through me you may return to power. I have come back, have I not? And with new vessels. You cannot think that my failing was intentional or that I have not learned." Dominata scoffed at the apparition.

"I first sought out hosts, loyal subjects to be given into our service, and then straightway brought them here." Dominata said firmly. "I learned from my mistake and am, therefore, your best chance at success." The skeletal creature seemed to consider this.

"This is true. You have done better than before." The spirit confirmed, turning its head back to the ponies. "You have brought us vessels of a sort that have never truly been seen in this hall. Alicorns are... a rarity for us to inhabit. So much potential..." The creature mused to itself, drawing nearer to the two ponies.

"Are you willing to enter into our pact, little ponies?" The beast asked in a hissing, stinking breath. Evenstar and Nocturna both looked uncertain. Without a clearly defined Dominata to give them orders, they were once again on their own - a sensation now incredibly alien since they had been given wholly into the meretrix's service.

"I see..." The skull clattered, turning its gaze back towards Dominata. "Will you speak for them? It is against nature and laws of magic to inhabit without permission. Theirs no longer matters, but your does hold sway."

"I freely give my thralls into the pact." Dominata said calmly. "Let their bodies be taken into the service of the spirits of lust." The skeleton nodded, and then turned back to the two ponies, its lack of flesh denying any view into its mood or disposition.

"Come my sisters, let us take these two to ourselves!" It shrieked in a piercing voice that echoed throughout the hall. Nocturna and Evenstar shrunk back in fright, looking around the chamber as the voice reverberated unnaturally.

All at once their existences were reduced to a pinprick, and the two of them slumped over - falling to the floor. They lay there motionless - save for their breathing. Dominata sighed, looking to the specter.

"Please try and let them keep a bit of their own spirits this time. I much enjoy seeing the hints of the original ponies behind the flames of lust." Dominata said in a marginally exasperated tone.

"We will do what we must." The spirit countered, turning to face the final pony in the chamber. "As for you, you will learn your place, Fairweather. Your pact is not so long nor power so great that we cannot take your leash and choke you on it." Dominata blinked at this threat with a total lack of fear.

"And you are not so desperate that I cannot ruin you by simply pushing those two out of the circle?" Dominata posited. "You need me more than I need you. I'm weary as it is, only the thrill makes me rise each morning. When it is dull, you can expect me to stop doing that which benefits you."

"You are nothing without us!"

"And you're extinct without me."

Twilight roused from the floor, finding herself in unfamiliar surroundings. Looking about, all she could see was darkness. No, not darkness... absence. Darkness belied the existence of hidden things obscured by lack of light, but where she was - or however she was - there was nothing to obscure. There was no light and no substance beyond her.

"Hello?" She called out, but her voice was deadened. All she could hear was the echoes in her own head and the slowly increasing volume of her heart. "Anypony?" She said, if only to fill the void with her voice. Spinning about, unsure how she could move yet still finding herself able to, she tried to scan for anything that would give a sense of direction.

Nothing, absolutely nothing.

The world - if it could be called that - was beyond empty. Twilight was alone, and without recourse. She tried magic, but without anything to be drawn on, her horn remained silent and unlit. She was left to only float and float, with no way of knowing where she was or how to escape.

This state of existence was replaced by one where she was falling. The landing part was actually a bit of a relief when it happened not half a second later. Twilight lifted her head and looked about at her newly changed surroundings, only to find them much the same - with the exception that she could now stand and felt gravity pulling her down.

Gravity was good, it always kept her grounded in situations like this. Can't go wrong with gravity - unless you are really far away from the nearest center of it, at which point you best hope you're in orbit rather than just falling an incredible distance.

Twilight blinked a few times, making sure she wasn't seeing things, and confirmed that that was the case. She sighed to herself, not sure if this state of affairs was too much better.

Her memory of how she got here was foggy. Not just because 'here' seemed to be lacking in major landmarks to tell her where 'here' was, but because the space between her last memory and this place were... disjointed to say the least.

There was something about a mare, something about spells - but that described half of Twilight's days and a few hours out of the rest - and possibly something to do with... phallic things. A few possibilities: she had been gardening with somepony and had found particularly interesting mushrooms, or she was dead, and the whole 'phallic' bit was a dying mind's attempt at last minute levity. A very poor attempt, but an attempt nonetheless.

Suddenly her world became a lot more interesting.

All about her, the emptiness was suddenly filled with... mares? Odder still to Twilight was the odd... compulsion she felt. It was as if something was growing inside her - a need that would not be ignored. A feeling of lust, of need, of desire.

She tried to turn away, but in the end she couldn't, they were all around her. Only now did she realize that every one of them were facing away from her - staring out into the distance that surrounded them on all side in an infinite expanse. Each of them looking away from the center where Twilight stood.

She felt the urge grow deeper and stronger, but she fought it still. She tried to think of something else, anything else! She fought as hard as she could, even as her eyes remained peeled and unwilling to shut. When all the mares around her lifted their tails, she felt her will shatter. She had tried, but now... now it was too late.

Diving forward, Twilight planted her face deep in the first pussy that presented itself to her. She drew in its scent with a long, deep breath, and then gave it a lick. It tasted sweet, and she needed more! Digging her face into it, she licked and kissed, feeling herself growing more and more aroused as she did.

Suddenly, she found herself being swept up in a crowd. Not just any crowd, she realized, but an adoring, worshipping crowd. It kissed her, nuzzled every inch of her. Licked at her sex and her ass. Filled her with such pleasure, she couldn't help but cum.

Then she came again. And then again. Over and over she found herself falling prey to the skillful ministrations of the unseen attendants that accosted her with such ferocious love and lust. She felt it all wash over her in constant, unending pleasure. So much all at once she couldn't help but feel herself falling falling falling falling falling falling...

Luna woke up, stretching herself out as she took a moment to look around. The world about her was a wasteland devoid of color. It reminded her of her moon if it were made of sand, except, somehow more dead. There was no life, just and eternal silence.

Being accustomed to horrid dreams through constant and repeated exposure, Luna did not break down under this assault. Her honest appraisal was that it could be a lot worse. She had seen nightmares of a caliber only those about to die get to see. Nightmares that put bad trips to shame. Nightmares so real, so vivid, and - worse of all - ones that the pony doesn't wake up from. She had brushed past death more than once, and each time she had lived to tell the tale - or more often lived to hide it away from everypony.

Suddenly she felt a tickle on her spine. Turning around, she saw nothing but the barren wastes about her. Luna would've called out, but in the end it wasn't worth it. there was nothing to scream to. Except maybe for the thing that tickled her spine once more.

This time she didn't turn, simply electing to stare of across the wastes. It was quite peaceful, to be honest. Not vacation home worthy, but certainly an interesting spot.

All at once the world burst into flame all about her, and from said flames, came shapes. They were equine - perhaps bovine, or maybe caprine? They approached her with a unified intent, and it scared the living daylights out of her. She wanted to run, but to where was a little beyond what she could manage at the moment.

Unfortunately, that moment was just a little too long, and by the time her mind had a working plan in the drafting stages, she was set upon with little to no chance of making any sort of escape. She wanted to scream, but her mouth was filled with...

Memory struck her, and the world became familiar. Her senses screamed at her to run, but then were silenced as every hole was filled. The skeleton's apparently did have some flesh, and a bit of it was on the ends of their tails - tails that now were brutally pushing in an out of her mouth, butt, and pussy.

She wanted to scream, to thrash, to shove, but her body locked up, and then melted in pleasure. It felt... somehow right to be in this position. She absentmindedly curled her legs, accepting several more tails in the crook of her bent appendages in an attempt to service more of them at once.

This effort was not enough, and shortly her mouth was spread open even further by more and more tails, and then her ass was stretched by three more phalluses. Her pussy took in another, and suddenly she found herself very full. She choked, but found no respite, only more and more tails violating her.

She squirmed in pleasure, finding herself orgasming again and again, her body quivering in its release. She felt wonderful. The pleasure filled her up and overflowed, and the lust was delicious. She wanted to eat it all up!

She found herself wishing the tails could cum, just so she could feel it dribble down her chin, course through her throat, pull in her pussy, and slosh out of her ass. She wanted to be full, to feel and taste everything. She wanted to be fucked and to fuck. She wanted so desperately to bring a release to something else.

This desire, though, didn't last long against her mind shattering orgasms. Her reality broke around her with each time she came. She lost track of time, of place, and of self. She fell away into the pleasure, falling falling falling falling falling falling...

"What is this place?"

"I... I thought it was just a cave b-but..."

"Welcome, little ponies."

"Who's there‽ Uh... I-I... I'm sorry, we didn't mean to intrude. W-we'll just be leaving if it's all the same."

"No... stay a while, the storm grows worse and the little one is weary. Stay with us."

"Us?"

"My sisters and I have plenty of room. Please, stay a while."

"If... if you're sure..."

Epilogue: Rebirth

"They're returning to you." The specter noted. "They'll be ready, all you'll have to do is-"

"I've converted my fair share of sisters, thank you very much." Dominata snapped, staring at the two fallen bodies on the floor. Over the last few minutes she had watched them breathe in and out, but beyond that not much had happened. It was frankly boring to watch, but at least now things were going to get more interesting in a short moment.

Coming out of their stupors, Nocturna and Evenstar blinked blearily at the world around them, both of them already panting with desperate need. Dominata loved this part of the ritual. If there was one thing that kept her going, it was this.

Nocturna, likely not even realizing it, already had her tail flagging and her rump was steadily going up while her front half stayed on the ground. It was a delicious sight only equaled by Evenstar as the mare crawled closer and closer to Dominata, her tongue lulling out of her mouth.

Dominata remembered how intense her own ritual had been, not to mention what she had done immediately after. Egged on by her immense lust and ferocious libido, Dominata had caused a large swath of the countryside to become either pregnant or a father. The feral period of a succubus was always the most fun for all involved - and was usually what most ponies recalled as 'the myth of the succubi'. Raging orgies across the land and a sharp spike in birth rates followed by countless marriage ceremonies and even more divorces.

Stepping up to Evenstar, Dominata lifted the poor mare's head up with a hoof. "Are you ready, Evenstar?" She asked in a singsong voice. Evenstar only moaned and pressed her cheek into the hoof. Dominata giggled before looking over to Nocturna who was still head down ass up. "What about you, Nocturna, are you ready?" No response but a needy moan.

Dominata giggled at that, loving how depraved the spirits could make the ponies in such a short time. It subjugated the desires of the pony that once was in a way that not even the enthrallment process could match. Twilight and Luna would be reduced to afterthoughts at least for the next few centuries, and after that they ought still be so enthralled by the pleasure they had felt during their initial inhabitation that they wouldn't act against the spirits of lust.

Speaking of whom, Dominata could already see several spirits much like the one that had walked free of her at the beginning of the ritual circling about in the air. They all desperately wanted a chance at physicality again, but only two of them would be getting to enter the world of the living.

Turning her attention back to the ponies, she pulled Evenstar along by wrapping her leg around the alicorn's head. She finished by roughly throwing Evenstar behind Nocturna. A second later, Evenstar had her faced pressed deeply into the lifted ass, filling the air with the sounds of kissing, slurping, and all other manner of sloppy noises as she made love with both ass and pussy.

Dominata sniggered at the display before rolling her shoulders. Her part in the task was still on the table - and fortunately it was an enjoyable one for the lustful mare. Lowering herself, she hoisted up Evenstar's tail and placed her lips on the winking pussy.

Soon the room was filled with all the more moaning as the three mares enjoyed themselves. The sounds of their ecstasy echoed around the chamber, calling forth more and more spirits. All the while, the red glow brightened - casting the entire scene in an ever more ominous glow that washed over the passionate display of the mares.

Dominata, even while licking and teasing at Evenstar, could tell her spirit stood over her, effectively shouting that Dominata was already taken while giving ready access to the other two. It was good to know that you were loved, Dominata supposed. It also was nice that her spirit decided to put its tail to good use in fucking her pussy while she accomplished her part in the ritual.

A second later, she noticed that it seemed that her spirit was also somewhat hovering over Evenstar as well - not to the extent that it was over her, but it certainly seemed like it was trying to reserve Evenstar at the same time as Dominata. It was odd, but perhaps it was just the angle she was at playing tricks on her mind.

Steadily, the three of them grew closer and closer to release as the lights of the room grew brighter and brighter. Soon the room was bathed in such a bright red that it was as if the room was in a perpetual sunset. And as the sigils glowed more and more fiercely, the three mares found themselves reaching, and then passing beyond the edge.

All at once, they exploded in screams of orgasmic glee - and all at once the room broke into the shrieks of the orbiting spirits as the all descended upon the fallen ponies without a spirit already. Dominata felt her own spirit of lust descending upon her a second later, enveloping her with the familiar warmth of lust and power.

Opening her eyes once more in her fiery form, she looked on Evenstar and Nocturna. Already the excess spirits had banished themselves to the darker corners while the three shafts of light from above began to dully shine down once more. Slowly, the other two began to move, revealing their new and glorious forms.

Nocturna's mane was a blue flame that flickered and sparked with the light of the evening. Constellations formed and burst into stardust in her mane only to converge into new stars that would burst moments later, and all of it dancing in her blue flames.

Her wings were those of a vesper, and her eyes were a piercing blue that shone out with equal intensity to Dominata's red. Her flanks were still marked with the sigil of the succubi, but now glowed with the primal power, no longer a simple mark on a thrall's flank but the mark of a true succubus. Her tail too was glorious, and was capped with the same semi-phallic spade.

And then, a new feature to Dominata, set at the crown of the head was a third horn - one that shone black in the pale light of the hall. It rose up high, far higher than the alicorn's natural horn had.

Evenstar, however, was a different sort of glorious.

She had much the same situation in regards to the third horn that crowned her head, but after that it all differed. Her flowing mane was still as fiery as her sisters, but it glowed and shimmered with a menagerie of colors, like a rainbow of fire that crawled along the top of her head to the nape of her neck. The hues flowed and crashed into one another in a dazzling display that roared with much fiercer power than either Dominata or Nocturna's manes.

Her coat had shifted to a deeper purple, so dark that it was only a few shades awayfrom black, and had grown coarse - though resplendent with the shine of a well cared for coat. She was beautiful, and yet a terrifying presence all in one.

Her wings had changed, much as her sister's, but her tail... Her tail was not a singular tendril that led out from her rear, but instead a multitude. Seven tendrils flowed out from her, each waving independently in the air and each capped with the same ending as her sister's - though noticeably larger in her case.

And then there was the cutie mark - which glowed with a vibrant energy that far exceeded the brilliance of Nocturna or Dominata's mark. And her eyes... they were a pale yellow that seemed to search the deepest corner of the soul as it looked over you. All of it struck Dominata, and made her feel sick in more ways than one.

"Evenstar?" Fairweather asked, holding herself back from acting on the instincts that rose up in her mind.

"Evenstar..." the new succudus' voice rang out - taking the old pony's voice a giving it a sisnister, yet eminently regal, tone. "I beautiful name, Dominata, but I already have one. Or have you forgotten me?" The flame of many colors thrashed about as the stunning picture of a true succubus turned her head fully towards Dominata.

"I... I wish I could tell you, but I am not one to assume." Dominata insisted, fighting off the many urges that rose up in her - the many emotions that contested in the part of her that the spirit within had long since lost its hold over.

"My sweet Dominata." The succubus before her purred sympathetically. "I have returned." She said before straightening her posture, readying herself for a proclamation that Dominata both dreaded and couldn't wait for. "I am Regina - Evenstar no more."

"You see, Fairweather," Her spirit's voice rang out in her hindbrain, "now if you fail us, we won't mind. You've been so kind as to find your own replacement. So please, tell us again how much we need you and how much you can do without us." It said, its voice not hiding the growing smirk that it would've had.

Dominata nodded to the newly dubbed Regina. "Welcome home, and welcome to your new body." She let a smirk creep across her features despite the circumstances. "Are you ready?" Regina gave a glorious laugh, her tails swaying in delight.

"Oh, Dominata, I have been ready for over a thousand years!"

~ÞE END~

Prologue: The Road to Hell

Twilight sighed as she set down another book from the collection. Book sorting day was one of her favorites, but this was another level of enjoyment. A gentle breeze flitted through the crumbling walls of the Castle of the Two Sisters, drifting lazily into the grand library.

A few weeks ago, Twilight had been given sole rulership of Equestria - and with it - a premortem inheritance consisting of this castle and all its contents. Most other things that mattered to the royal succession had been passed at abdication, but this castle - having been built by Celestia and Luna's orders during a tumultuous time from which few paper records survived - had, by de facto right, become the sole property of the sisters and not the position of ruler of Equestria.

That matter had been resolved when the two sisters had willingly given it to Twilight. With the Tree of Harmony now rooted in the central courtyard, Twilight felt it best to order some rebuilding done on the rather decrepit keep. It had once been glorious - much as she had seen through the use of Zecora's potion and the view into the world in which Nightmare Moon ruled from a well-maintained version of the structure - and Twilight wished it to return to that state.

Working towards that end, Twilight now sorted through the contents of the castle - obviously having started in the library for her own personal enjoyment. Rebuilding the castle would be no mean feat, but it would be vastly easier than when she had just been Princess of Friendship. Then she had the budget of a minor lordling, but now she had Equestria behind her all the way.

Taking up the next book in her perusal of the library, Twilight began reading. Of course, it was written in an old dialect of some form of Ancient Equestrian, which made understanding it that much more difficult, but it seemed straightforward enough.

"Insitructionnen di quore ut Surrumomum..." Twilight paused, working her way through translating the text as she went. "Instructions on the art of Summoning? Summoning what?" She read on, tenderly flipping the pages over one by one as an automatic transcribing spell transferred the content from the disintegrating book to a new, less rustic looking volume. The spell wouldn't translate, and all the spelling mistakes the author had made would be transferred over without fail, but it would allow for more careful study later.

"Tikal est uned iv surrumoe esen valumennik di caulest!" Twilight read and then pressed her lips into a fine line while tapping a hoof against her chin. "Caulest... caulest..." The word was unfamiliar to her, as was much of the line. It could be a misspelling - perhaps several in a string - but the rest of the line wasn't helping her towards understanding what it meant by inference.

Sure, Twilight knew that 'surrmoe' was likely a variant spelling of 'surrumomii' or one of its conjugations - in other words, it dealt with summoning - but beyond she could get very little. 'Something it is done something summoned something something can't something.' It really wasn't a very easy line to translate and she'd have to look into it later. Possibly with a proper scholar of such dialects with her.

Returning to the remaining lines, Twilight passed over the neat hoofwriting that scrawled its way across the page. "Tsi quesi minen surrumomii, nichesaste unedem igreditate. Solusasem, fillerem fe iqueri aricanni." Twilight nodded, picking out a few choice words from the bunch.

"Requires... a philter of liquor? No... ichor? Ink! A philter of ink... aricanni?" Twilight paused, looking over the writing a few more times. "Magical ink? Hmmm..." Twilight took a breath in, looking back over the page. "First phrase indiscernible at current time." She muttered as she jotted down the same words on a notepad. "Next phrases... If you want to summon... them? Summon them, you will need certain ingredients. Particularly, a philter of magical ink."

Reading on, Twilight noted the other ingredients listed for the summoning in a form of Equestrian she was far more familiar with. If Twilight was to guess, the book she was transcribing was likely older than the princesses - if it were possible. The forms of the words were many times even older than the somewhat recognizable Ancient Equestrian forms she had studied at various points. Was she looking at an older dialect? Possibly the theorized 'proto-Equestrian'‽ It sent a shiver of excitement through her as she read out the strange characters with the hesitant slowness of a foal.

Slowly, the passage took shape. The ritual for summoning 'them' - whoever 'them' was - was taking shape. It required a hefty amount of supplies - some of which were given name Twilight didn't recognize on first reading. What she also didn't understand was the use of certain verb forms that referred to an unspecified third person - the summoned by what Twilight could tell.

The question if whoever it was was referred to in that indiscernible first phrase, Twilight was unsure - as with many things about the summoning process. Was 'caulest' the clue, or perhaps 'valumennik'? Twilight couldn't be sure. What she could be sure of was that the whole process of translating and combing through the tome was greatly exciting! So much knowledge to be gained!

Turning the page she paused. The next two pages were covered in drawings. On the left page was a picture showing a skull of what looked like a melding of a goat and a pony with black, tendrils of hair that hung loosely and disorderly across the textured bone. There was no text on the page to help Twilight understand what she was looking at - and she was almost happy for it.

The page on the right had what appeared to be a spell circle. Intricate, yet oh so simple in its design. Its median was an upside down star while the focus was a typical circle. If it were just that, Twilight would've assumed it to be an elementary spell for beginners to learn the subtle art of invocations through the use of spell circles. The runes, though, proved any such theory wrong.

They were old, far older than even those on the standing stones that had released the Pillars. These were primordial sigils of power, and - if texts close to the period in which this spell was likely crafted were to be believed - likely were the spelling of a name. It was the best way to summon something, and still was. Calling somepony's name usually made them pay attention, and making their name a part of the spell would make the arrival almost compulsory.

Twilight mulled this over, letting her spell transcribe the rest of the tome in the background. The fact that this book was in this library meant there had to be a reason behind it - Celestia and Luna weren't exactly avid readers of fiction a thousand years ago. This book had been placed in the most secure library in all the lands of Equestria. It was either considered to be of such historic importance that it needed to be preserved when it was first placed in the library or was thought a danger.

Considering everything that Twilight had seen, it seemed the possibility of it being dangerous was greater than the theory of it having historical significance - though the fact it was written in a form of the language that was either dead or dying outside of academic circles did lend the smallest amount of chance that historic importance was on the table. The tome was an enigma, and Twilight was itching to solve it.

Twilight licked her lips as she etched out the last chalk line. After many hours of work, Twilight had successfully set up the ritual in addition to a litany of fail safes and security measures. Through the use of wards and a few of her own spell circles, Twilight had made it so that the circle was in a sort of magical one-way mirror. Twilight could affect things inside with her magic, but couldn't be touched herself by any known forms magic on the inside.

There were also a variety of restraining charms set out, including a rudimentary circle of salt that - though steeped in superstition and so of dubious efficacy - was at least good for the nerves and anything that might get summon via the spell that was equally as superstitious as those ponies who had first conjectured its usefulness.

Also snails. If she summoned snails, that ring would certainly keep her safe.

It was a complex maze of safety nets and shields that should be more than enough to keep Twilight safe. Twilight herself wasn't so sure about the whole thing. Sure, she had used the highest level safety measures against not only demons and devils but extra-dimensional horrors, spacial aberrations, kaiju, and immense shifts in luminosity and temperature - in addition to a little number Twilight had cooked up herself that provided an SPF rating of five hundred thousand as well as stopping in excess of five hundred rads.

Whether she was prepared was entirely up to when you decided she was 'prepared'. For many, such an elaborate set up was enough to call the alicorn 'prepared', while for others it was a few sheets of lead, tons of concrete, battalions of guards, and camera displays away from the mark - possibly a few red shirts as well, but that depended on how cinematic one wanted to be with their preparations.

Another school of though would say that Twilight hadn't prepared enough because she was still going through with the casting of the unknown spell.

Stepping behind the final protective ring of chalk, Twilight nodded to herself before turning to the copied version of the tome. It was strange seeing such a perfect rendition of the old book written down on such new paper - though as time went on her library was progressively getting more and more full of such books. It did her heart good to see such ancient knowledge being preserved so effectively - truly the inner librarian had never left the princess.

Reading over the last line of the spell's directions, Twilight looked back to the innermost spell circle, licking her lips as her horn flared to life in thrashing bands of arcane power. The room began to crackle with the power the alicorn harnessed as she stared down the summoning sigil.

Slowly, the intricately drawn designs began to pulsate with life as more and more magic was pushed into them. Twilight furrowed her brow in concentration, pouring all the more power into the spell as she prepared herself for the worst whilst desperately hoping for the best.

A moment later, the room was consumed in a blinding flash of light as the spell reached its zenith and fired off with a thunder crack of power. Twilight winced away, thankful for the light shielding though wishing she had put a noise dampening spell in the mix.

As the light dimmed enough to let the light shielding spell fade, Twilight found herself staring towards something she had not expected despite all of her preparations. There, standing in the middle of the summoning ritual, a bold as day, was a creature. Not just any creature, though, but a creature that was very much like a pony - yet very much not like one.

Twilight gulped down her anxiety, the fear of the unknown now very present inside of her. She could only hope that the price of knowledge wasn't too high.

"Celestia help me..."