Infernal Passions

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."