Author's Note

Well, folks... let me say that this was—without a doubt—the hardest chapter of the story to write, requiring me to continually feel my way through it and figure it out as I went, only able to work on a few hundred words at a time. So much had already been built up about Twilight and her fears that a simple ascension chapter wasn’t going to do, as she far more than others had both a good reason to fight it, and the means to do so. And besides, if this was to be the story’s grand finale ascension, then had to be both double-length and double strength.

As you can see from the title, Twilight’s ascension will be split into two chapters. Part 1 is basically an extended leadup to the main event that takes place in Part 2, which will follow in a week or so. But that’s not to say there isn’t plenty of adult action in this chapter as Twilight fights a brave but slowly faltering battle with her desires to keep her transformation—and a re-emergent Midnight—at bay.

Chapter contains: Repeated bouts of accidental exposure through various magical means followed by the deliberate exposure of Twilight’s arrived friends, threatened but not quite realized tentacle sex, intense fantasies of tentacles, public exhibitionism and incest, and even a minor moment of spirit-on-goddess bestiality and some brief girl-on-goddess action.

With this difficult entry out of the way, expect the climactic chapter within a week, and for it to involve a few fetishes not yet seen. In some ways, I’ve been saving the best for last with Twilight. Hope you enjoy!

—Firesight

7: Twilight Sparkle - Part 1

“What’s happening to me…?” Pacing back and forth in her locked and isolated basement lab, a teenaged Twilight Sparkle clung to the tatters of her clothes and increasingly malfunctioning smartphone, certain she was slowly going mad.

She’d run through nearly her entire available wardrobe by then; her closet and hamper were so empty she was half-thinking of rooting through her brother or mother’s closet just to see if she could find something that fit her. And having lost or ruined almost every outfit she had in turn, she was now down to the dregs, including some old rags she wore for when they were doing things like painting Applejack’s barn.

It was not only stained with paint, but it had rips and holes in inconvenient places that only seemed to grow larger the more she moved around in them, particularly right over her rear and chest.

“Would someone please call me…” Desperate for word from Sunset or any of her other friends, she sat at her work bench clutching her phone with one hand and her hair with another while awaiting additional texts. But to her increasing consternation, none came, though she’d gotten at least a brief indication some time earlier that Rainbow had been typing a message.

Flipping through her various communication apps, her heart sank as her friends all showed as offline in their chat rooms, and worse, their phones themselves no longer registered as active. She feared that they’d been likely fried by the very geode-fed magic she was now increasingly unable to restrain, as Sunset had proven long before that electronics could be overwhelmed by magic when they weren’t being directly controlled by it.

Even as she sat there, her geode began to weakly glow and burn off her old work shirt, starting in the area around its immediate location against her upper chest again but then spreading outwards in a circular arc. “Ack! Stop!” she commanded, instinctively batting with her fingers at the impossibly violet flames. They seemed to match the color of her own cast magic, which Sunset had once explained was the color of her unicorn aura.

But just as before, the effect failed to obey her as the flames began quickly consuming the area around the amulet directly over her immature cleavage, revealing it to the open air.

“Nonononono!” For the twentieth time, she tried to both magically and physically pry the pendant free from where it lay against her. But for the twentieth time she failed, as it remained stubbornly stuck to her equally unyielding skin, which felt very warm and comfortable beneath it—completely unlike the other clothes she’d been wearing, which felt outright stifling; not just hot but very heavy and itchy despite the fact it had all been very light attire.

Unable to remove it but realizing that it was somehow involved in what was happening, she grabbed for another of the dwindling number of magic siphons she possessed. Half her available supply was already used up, already holding all the magic they could. Fumbling for one, she placed it over her chest and sighed with relief as she felt the geode’s power ebb and its latest magical surge recede, causing the flames in danger of baring her breasts again to go out.

Twilight sighed with relief. “At least something is working right…” she granted weakly, gratified that she’d had the foresight to make more of the magic-draining devices. She’d improved their design considerably since her first crude attempt that had gotten her into so much trouble at the Friendship Games, enabling its effects to be far more targeted and less indiscriminate than previously—they now absorbed only what magic they were keyed to instead of simply vacuuming up whatever was available until they burst.

She had eight of them, of which she’d now used up five. She had thought that number was enough for most contingencies regarding the usual level of magical menace they’d encountered, even able to drain a Gloriosa-level threat if the need arose.

But she hadn’t created them with Gloriosa in mind. Twilight had originally developed it as a failsafe for use on herself if Midnight ever reemerged and took control of her; she’d been able to key it to the dark goddess’s magical signature based on wisps of it still left in the school plaza after her brief battle with Daydream Shimmer.

“Daydream…”Twilight found herself remembering somewhat forlornly Sunset’s ascended form; who had pulled her back from the brink of surrendering herself to the madness of Midnight Sparkle fully. “I wish she was here right now… I bet she could stop this!”

But she slumped at the realization that Daydream was long gone—that in the end, she was just a fleeting goddess incarnation of Sunset whose existence was only briefly enabled by the magic of their-now mutual friends. And worse, Twilight feared that even if Sunset did reappear again after having apparently been consumed by whatever dark magical abomination was stalking them one by one, she’d be her she-demon self again, which had required the power and knowledge of Twilight’s Equestrian Princess counterpart to stop.

“The Princess…”Twilight’s head came up slightly as she suddenly considered a new way out of her predicament. She’s as smart as me and much more knowledgeable about magic. So maybe SHE could help me? I mean, she helped Sunset before when the rest of us lost our memories… She half-thought of teleporting to the portal and passing through it in hopes that her counterpart could help her, especially after she felt increasingly unable to help herself.

But if she did, it would be an absolute last resort given the human Twilight had never been comfortable around her pony counterpart, and the feeling was apparently mutual given they took pains to avoid each other during the Princess’s occasional visits to Earth. She came increasingly as much for her human boyfriend as for her human friends, as she seemed to have fallen head over her pony heels for a guitar player in a rival school band they knew.

“She can have him…” Twilight muttered softly to herself as she sat down by her work bench and laid her head on its surface, wishing for company and for her torment to end. She had no idea what her equine doppelganger saw in Flash Sentry, who she found to be sweet but uninteresting and ‘completely dweeby’ in the words of Rainbow’s girlfriend Gilda—not at all the brainy and accomplished types she’d have thought herself attracted to. “The only one I would want is…”

Her eyes glazed as she recalled her only dimly remembered feelings for Timber Spruce, whom she had known all too briefly and shared little more than a single hug and kiss with. Twilight had no sooner started recalling and even fantasizing about him when her freshly drained geode started to glow again, first dimly and then more strongly as she next recalled what Pinkie Pie had said about her longtime partner Triton from Hollow Shades High.

Straight A’s… athletic and smart… speaks Polish, which I guess means his family’s from Eastern Europe… she recited the oddly enticing facts to herself, remembering how Pinkie had been trying to foist him on her. And you know, if he’s been with Pinkie Pie, that means he’s experienced as well as exotic. And unlike Timber, he’s also available! Maybe she’s right and he’s exactly what I need? And Pinkie also said he loves undressing girls himself…

Her geode glow intensified further as she began to vividly visualize it, spreading her legs to idly finger herself with her right hand while rubbing an already-erect nipple between her left thumb and forefingers.

Heavily keyed up, she’d gotten halfway to orgasm before she realized what she was doing and that she was working her bare flesh because her geode was vaporizing her clothes again, with several creeping lines of flame passing over her torso, consuming her entire work shirt inch by illicit inch.

She shrieked briefly at the sight, but this time, she couldn’t stop it from finishing, fumbling for another energy siphon only to accidentally drop it to the floor as yet again every single fabric of her shirt and pants were consumed in flame. And this time, the effect not only took pains to expose her more intimate areas first, but her lab cameras had recorded the whole process even before she was aware of it happening.

They began playing it back to her from multiple angles and focus levels, including a spectacular slow-motion view of her right nipple being bared by a narrow v-shaped violet-hued fire front. Its apex seemed to make a beeline from her geode across her chest, making directly for the erect tip of what Sunset would term her human ‘teat’.

“But… that’s…” She stared transfixed as the playback showed it swiftly finding it, proudly revealing the prominent nub of a nipple to the gaze of her cameras before the fire front radiated outward to swiftly expose the entire area of her darker and slightly bumpy areola in turn. Its main task seemingly complete, it paused only briefly before consuming the rest of her shirt over her young breast, which she occasionally admitted she found inadequate when compared to Sunset or especially Pinkie.

And that was just one of many videos of her latest undressing she saw. She whimpered and thought for a moment she was in danger of fainting at the sight of herself being stripped naked or otherwise exposed from a dozen different camera angles, feeling herself go weak in the knees to see them replayed. They ranged from the closeup of her newly bared boobs to a low-angle shot from Spike’s robot dog from below the table to the junction of her spread legs—she’d immobilized him but forgotten to turn his cameras off as he had a very clear view of Twilight fingering her own clit!

It was an oversight that left her both aghast and enthralled as the latter displayed her pleasuring herself in infra-red, clearly showing the magical fire consuming her work pants and intense heat radiating from her nether regions. As she watched spellbound, it started right at her slit and worked backwards along her cleft, with the flames showing up in the heat-sensing cameras as bright lines against the slightly cooler clothes, swiftly revealing the warmer skin beneath.

“Wh-why am I enjoying this?” She asked herself in a shaky voice as her eyes flitted from one screen to another, unable to tear her gaze away or get enough of seeing herself stripped nude. She’d never even remotely seen herself as an exhibitionist before—in fact, she didn’t like showing off her body in the least, often going to great lengths to not be seen nude in the locker rooms after gym class or even around her friends.

Invisibility spells in the shower and the occasional quick teleportation to her home bedroom or bathroom had helped there, as well as the fact that her new Canterlot High friends accepted her shyness and didn’t press her on it at all. But now…?

But now, she somehow couldn’t get enough of imagining herself not only naked, but everyone else seeing her being slowly stripped bare. The idea simply would not get out of her head as her own mind and magic seemed to betray her at every turn, finding new and better ways to not only magically undress herself but broadcast images of her nude and nubile body to everyone, from her friends to even her fellow students at Canterlot High.

Still unable to stop watching the recordings of herself magically stripping and self-pleasuring, she whimpered and shifted uncomfortably as she imagined the reactions of her classmates and instructors to seeing her without a scrap of clothes on, suddenly wondering if the purpose of all this corruptive magic she was increasingly unable to keep at bay was to humiliate her.

But she couldn’t help it as her mind kept inventing new and better ways to strip herself via spell, even in public. And worse, transmit it far and wide to not just her friends and family, but onto various message and bulletin boards at the school and elsewhere.

“Stop it…” she pleaded with tears in her eyes as she bent over the workbench and propped herself with her elbows on the table, clutching her head. She was completely out of clothes now unless she wanted to rummage through the closets of her brother or mother, but even though she now naked, the visions and thoughts of undressing herself didn’t cease.

Those methods of exposure were incredibly and quite imaginatively varied, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t already performed a few of them, including unraveling her garments back into their individual threads with her Equestrian magic not long after she’d first gotten back to her lab. She’d been wearing a sweatshirt at that point, hoping the heavier fabric would be more resistant to magical effects, only to be disappointed when its threads unwound and then irretrievably evaporated into the air.

It had occurred when she was distracted, as she had been typing frantically on a keyboard trying desperately to get her malfunctioning computers to obey her so she could start analyzing what was happening to them. She hadn’t noticed her lab cameras had recorded that as well, until her many monitors also displayed a spectacular shot of her partially bared top, her young breasts protruding through the newly made rips in the sweatshirt, along with more slow-motion and high-resolution video of it slowly but suggestively unraveling to show more and more of her mammary mass.

She gaped at it anew. “Have my cameras been recording me all this time?” she asked the universe at large in a shaky voice, thinking she now had enough varied videos of herself undressing to fill an entire PornPortal playlist.

And then, as if in response to the thought or the unspoken wish that accompanied it, her systems started to step through a program she’d previously written to not just upload the videos to her various video channels, but send it out to all her friends and family on their group chats.

Twilight saw it just in time, her eyes widening as she ran for her main control station, stumbling briefly over a cable she hadn’t even recalled leaving on the carpet. “Ack! No! No! No! No!” She called out repeatedly as she stood up and bent over her desk while her fingers frantically flew over the keyboard and magic manipulated the mouse. But in the end, with the program locked in and only seconds away from completion, she’d only been able to prevent the final, fateful transmission by magically yanking her network connections right out of the wall.

She’d succeeded, but only barely; it was only then she noted her cameras had also snapped several images of her standing up and bent over against her desk. The plum curves of her rear were displayed prominently in the images; she could only begin to imagine what her parents or big brother would think if they received those on their phones over in Las Vegas or while working on homework in his dorm room at Everfree University, respectively…

Could imagine it quite vividly, in fact.

The budding young scientist gaped and slumped at where her thoughts were going yet again, clutching her head. She was more certain than ever that some new malignant magical force had passed the portal and was now trying hard to corrupt her with taboo sexual desires, maybe by invoking the spectre of Midnight within her.

Or was this somehow her doing, despite Sunset’s assurances and having already defeated her evil alter-ego once before at Camp Everfree?

“What are you doing to me, Midnight?” she asked herself softly as she clutched herself hard and staggered slightly, only to get back a sense of mocking laughter. Twilight couldn’t hear her dark counterpart’s voice, which was normally and quite mercifully buried too deeply in her psyche to reach the surface. But she got the distinct impression that whatever her culpability, her other self was greatly enjoying Twilight’s predicament and distress. “Because I’ll stop you!” She clutched one of her three remaining siphons to her like a lifeline, draining her geode yet again.

Once more its surging magic ebbed, enabling her to at least temporarily gain control of her systems and shut off the videos, ordering it to start an analysis routine on the magical signature already contained in one of the siphons. While waiting for it to finish, she sat down heavily at her desk and considered the possibilities.

She was only too certain she’d find traces of Midnight’s magic within it, but if all this was her doing, how had she evaded the failsafes and reprogrammed all of the lab computers before this? They were programmed to automatically shut down and lock out all users if Midnight’s magical signature ever manifested.

Twilight didn’t know, and lacking answers until the analysis was completed, she tried to distract herself by searching for more clothes. She’d lost count of how many times she’d already been undressed by then, but it had to have been at least two dozen, meaning she’d lost almost every outfit she had.

Everything from her swimsuit to her winter attire to all eleven pairs of her carefully folded underwear was now gone; all she had left was her old Crystal Prep school uniform, which she’d resolved long before never to wear again for the many unpleasant memories it brought her. But now, she donned it out of desperation as it was the only thing left in her otherwise empty closet, even though she now lacked a bra or panties to wear beneath it.

To little surprise, it felt just as stifling and uncomfortable as her other clothes had been, with the added distaste of being an unwelcome reminder of her previous school and life. “Please let me keep this on…” she silently begged as she headed back to the lab. But when she entered, the ceiling sprinklers activated, showering her with water.

“What?” She had no sooner said the word when she felt her final change of clothes dissolving right off her form. As she watched in shock, the magic-infused water somehow didn’t damage her electronics but simply melted her old plaid uniform away, leaving only her spectacles behind as the liquified scraps of her final set of clothes seeped into the drain on the concrete floor below.

“No! Not again!” she squeaked as her reeling psyche again absorbed herself being both involuntarily undressed and intensely aroused anew. And this time, she all but heard Midnight laughing at her as she struggled to turn off the sprinklers with her suddenly misfiring magic.

She failed to immediately do so, but her selfie drone somehow activated instead and took flight. To her shock, it began recording her latest stripping from multiple angles as it hovered about her like Photo Finish snapping pictures of one of her many school fashion models.

“Stop! No pictures!” she pleaded with her disobedient drone to no avail. Somehow dodging her frantic efforts to shut it down, it shifted constantly around her to pan and zoom in on various parts of her body, taking fresh video of her painfully perky breasts as well as her well-toned rear. Even as it recorded, it uploaded them to her mainframe, which immediately dispersed it to show on all her monitors.

Rainbow’s exercise programs combined with Rarity’s yoga were in large measure responsible for her fitness, but it wasn’t until she saw herself displayed as she kept trying to turn away and cover herself that she realized just how much more toned and athletic she’d become over the months she’d been at Canterlot High.

“I’m… pretty?” Twilight had never seen herself as beautiful or desirable before. And yet now…

Suddenly and quite sorely distracted, she stared fixedly at her own image for a moment. She noted her violet skin glistening with beads of fresh-fallen water in the lights of her lab, thinking she’d make an excellent X-rated centerfold that some of the male Wondercolt students adorned their lockers with.

She even struck a pose briefly that her cameras obediently snapped pictures of as she magically turned her lab illumination lamps on her as a spotlight. Her mind wandering to some very illicit areas, she imagined she was singing on stage with the rest of the Rainbooms, performing in their birthday suits before the entire student body as had been suggested earlier that night at the restaurant.

Her jaw fell open again at where her thoughts had gone, it was all she could do to keep herself from orgasming on the spot. “Gah! Stop!” More freaked out than ever, she yanked the valve that turned off the water supply to her lab to shut down the still-drizzling sprinklers, followed by hitting an emergency failsafe that ordered her recording systems to purge their memory.

To her relief, they began to step through the process. But yet again, the respite was brief as the program aborted with a series of nonsensical error messages. As her jaw dropped anew, her systems then started to display lurid and very X-rated images her AI search routines had somehow pulled from various internet porn sites of anime girls being undressed and tentacled, initially resisting but then greatly enjoying it as their clothes were removed and each of their orifices were filled in turn.

“W… wuh?” Once again, she stared transfixed as all eight of her screens showed different scenes from different hentais; for a moment, she thought one of her thicker computer cables hanging from the ceiling seemed to shift towards her as she started vividly fantasizing about being taken in such a manner herself.

And yet again, her mind started trying to figure out both technological and magical ways to make it happen. And who’s to say I couldn’t combine both? I’m sure I could enchant mechanical tendrils somehow… in fact, if I was going to be tentacled, that’s exactly how I’d want it!

She suddenly and quite vividly imagined the computers and machines of her lab coming to life to do the job, which for the longest time had been her only companions and things she could relate to, always obeying her and serving her needs loyally. She could just see them generating techno-tendrils filled with knowledge to feed and power her, delivering their laden load of data and exotic magic by interfacing with her directly.

Her geode began to glow again as she nearly lost herself in the fantasy. She swore for a moment that she again saw both the ceiling and floor cables of her lab move in its violet light, starting to slither or reach up towards her.

“No!” Disgust and fear reared up within her again as for a single, terrifying yet tantalizing instant, she thought that her machines really would do all that under the magical influence of her geode’s glow. With effort, she tore her eyes away and stopped the playbacks, frightened yet enticed by the erotic images of stripped and tentacle-pleasured females anew. She couldn’t stop fantasizing about it even as she slapped yet another magic siphon over her geode to drain its aura, sighing with relief when the process was complete but also realizing that she now had only one left.

Seeing that, she swallowed, hard. She had no easy way to dispose of the magic she’d already drained—she’d learned long before that simply releasing it into the wild or atmosphere could have very unpredictable and quite deleterious effects—and she had no idea what she was going to do or what would happen when her final siphon was used up.

She was out of clothes and out of options; the only thing she could think to do was take Sunset’s parting advice and simply… accept it?

Allow whatever was going to happen to happen, despite the danger of Midnight’s still-lurking presence within her?

Set her darker self free in such a sexually charged atmosphere to let her do whatever she wished?

Twilight shivered at the thought, and this time it wasn’t entirely in fear as she sensed her other half’s presence rising within her as it often did during times of severe stress; she again got the impression that Midnight was simply biding her time and waiting. Watching and immensely enjoying her slow magic-aided descent into madness.

And why, by all the precepts of science and magic, was the idea of setting her free via tentacle sex such a turn-on?

She couldn’t speak for Midnight, but Twilight had never been into sex or nudity at all before. She’d freaked out the one time her ex-schoolmates at Crystal Prep had played a prank on her by locking her lab while her screens played the tentacle-heavy Coital Convent, after all—to their credit, Dean Cadance and Principal Cinch had come down hard on the perpetrators after; Lemon Zest had received a two-week suspension while Sour Sweet had been ordered to clean up Twilight’s lab for a month—and she had generally avoided all sexually explicit material in the past, having little to no interest in it even before Midnight’s initial emergence.

“I’m not into that stuff! I’m not!” Twilight insisted to herself again, thinking that all she really wanted was a single guy with looks and smarts that she could call her own. Unfortunately, the only boy she had everfound herself attracted to was now far away, out of contact where he could not be reached.

That boy was twenty-year old Timber Spruce, who ran the isolated and off-the-grid Camp Everfree alone after their defeat of a magic-crazed Gloriosa. But despite Pinkie and Rarity’s urging her to date him topped off with some serious and not entirely welcome ribbing from Rainbow and AJ, they’d agreed not to pursue a relationship until Twilight had graduated and he had other trained staff available to allow him to go on the occasional date.

I wish he was here right now! Twilight all but sniffled as she finally mustered enough willpower to end the endless sensual temptation by throwing every breaker on her lab power supply and clicking off her battery backups, which turned off all her screens and left her lab dark except for a single emergency light over her work bench.

Now naked and alone in the dark with her still-sensual thoughts, she found herself remembering again the one hug and kiss they had shared at the end of her stay at Camp Everfree. They hadn’t done anything else for fear of starting something they couldn’t stop, which she now sorely regretted given he was a hundred miles away at an isolated ranch deep in the mountains, twenty miles from the nearest town and landline.

By the insanity of Gaea Everfree herself, why do I have to go through this ALONE? she asked the universe forlornly, glancing over at her cellphone to see that there were again no texts or calls for her, and all her friends were still offline.

She wanted to cry. She needed to cry, but then she realized she wasn’t alone as suddenly her systems clicked back on as all the breakers were closed again. “What the…?” A glance at the wall showed the culprit was Spike’s robot companion—whom she had to admit he had rather cleverly nicknamed F.R.A.N.K., which he said was short for Future Replica Android Neuronetted K-9 (“It took me all day to come up with that! Do you like it?” he had asked her eagerly with a wagging tail)—who had somehow been brought back online in spite of its missing power supply.

She only then remembered he had an emergency backup that could provide a few minutes of additional activity—time enough to perform a graceful shutdown that preserved his memory, or in this case, enough for him to manually reinstall his battery and then turn her systems back on.

“Hey!” She’d been talking to Sunset over her phone for the final time when he had finally succeeded in yanking her pants down over her rear; she had been forced to turn him off and remove his battery to keep him from accosting her further. And how by both worlds had this mysterious magic actually given her favorite technological construct a mechanical facsimile of an erect canine cock?

She started to go to him only to again trip over a cable she swore hadn’t been there before, allowing him to complete his task. She didn’t know how he’d been altered and wouldn’t be able to figure it out without being able to run a full diagnostic her computers now seemed incapable of; she’d killed her last one by turning off her systems entirely.

But with her desires so heightened, she couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel within her, even though she had no sexual interest in Spike. Never mind his size and species; he was for the longest time her only true friend and—in some ways—her very son, after all! But still…

You know, maybe I could market FRANK as not just a canine companion, but a marital aid… the odd thought crossed her mind as she magically grabbed and struggled to turn the robot dog off again, suddenly imagining making him in a wide variety of breeds and species to suit all tastes. In fact, if I want to go full fantasy, I could even develop a demon dog or dragon variant with tentacles for the hentai crowd…

She’d no sooner had the thought and been shocked by it when she realized her disobedient machines had not only not been purged, but they were trying again to transmit their earlier footage of her, this time by going through her still-active smartphone. She’d kept it turned on in desperate hope that her friends would contact her again; it was only then she’d noticed from her text history that FRANK had in fact taken a picture of her exposed rear and transmitted it to Sunset, who hadn’t said anything at the time.

“Ack!” And once she’d forcibly purged her systems of that particular malware—what mage or programmer out there was good enough to defeat her logical and magical firewalls? It had to be a new, dark and dangerously powerful magical threat to overcome all her defenses, which meant that Midnight had again jumped to the top of the suspect list—she decided to try to teleport to Sunset directly in hopes she might at least get away from all the malfunctioning magical and technological toys she usually so enjoyed exploring.

But she didn’t want to go naked again in case her magic yet again misfired and she materialized in the middle of a city street, so wracking her memory, she came up with one final option—an old shirt of her brother’s she’d worn a few times before, when he first gone off to school and she was missing him.

She was familiar enough with it that she thought she could call it to her, so she performed what Sunset had termed an item summon spell, magically pulling it to her right out of his closet. To her relief, it appeared in her hand. It was too big for her, of course, but she found it made an excellent nightshirt.

“Thanks, BBBFF. For the record, I really wish you were with me right now…” she said weakly as she donned it, letting it drape over her form, ignoring again the unpleasant heavy, hot and itchy sensations it left on her skin.

Taking a deep breath to center herself, she focused her Equestrian magic and visualized her destination as Sunset had taught her to do, being familiar with the process as she was by being a former Equestrian unicorn. Activating the spell, Twilight disappeared in a familiar flash of light only to reappear only a foot away with her discarded shirt having not gone with her, fluttering to the ground beside her again only to immediately dissolve in the puddled water on the floor.

“Huh?” She blinked hard when she realized she was still in her lab, then cringed when she saw she was naked again. As if on cue, her cameras immediately began taking fresh video and still pictures of her, archiving and even enhancing them; her mainframe even set an especially suggestive view of her young chest with exquisitely perky nipples as her new desktop background!

“What? No! No! Let me out!” She tried to teleport to Sunset again, and then a third time to just outside of her lab, only to find herself still inside it. Then she heard a series of clicks as her door locks engaged, trapping her inside, followed by her monitors coming back to life and beginning to display a mixture of anime tentacle and heroine transformation scenes again.

And this time, as her geode began to glow brightly again, she saw that her cables did move, rearing up almost like serpents before her as they seemed to remake themselves on the fly into a series of glowing, circuitry-etched tendrils with phallic tips.

Her guts clenched even as her sex drooled at the sight and what she instantly knew were their intentions. She could somehow sense both the electrical energy and data flow within them as they moved to restrain her, several curling around her feet and then snaking up her legs as others reached for her rear and chest.

Now starting to well and truly panic, she reached for her last siphon only to find that even it was somehow affected as it began to morph before her eyes; it swiftly took the shape of an average-sized but erect human phallus that she somehow swore she’d seen before.

She didn’t know from where, and at that moment, she didn’t care no matter how badly she wanted it inside her… again? “Nononononono!” she shouted despite her inexplicable excitement, and out of both time and options, she used her magic to yank the main electrical breakers and their backups right out of the wall to permanently turn off all her systems, meaning they’d have to be repaired before they could work again.

It worked as the cables lost power along with all her systems. They collapsed to the bench and floor around her, their surfaces darkening as their data flow ceased. Twilight confirmed they were no longer a threat before collapsing in despair onto her work bench, crying softly to herself as she suddenly heard Midnight’s laughter directly.

She looked up to see her evil alter-ego’s face leering back to her from her own phone. “Aw, what’s wrong, Twilight? Afraid of your own desires? Afraid of me?” she mocked.

She didn’t know how Midnight had done it and didn’t care. “What have you done to me, Midnight? What have you done to my friends?” She tried to sound imperious as she clutched her phone.

“Nothing,” the dark goddess replied from the screen with a very smug grin. “Sorry to disappoint you, Twilight, but for as much as I’d love to take credit, this isn’t my doing.”

“And y-you expect me to believe that?” Twilight clutched at the phone, to which Midnight just gave another smirk.

“It doesn’t matter if you do or not. I admit, I’m not sure what’s happening either, but I like it! So why not just let it happen like Sunset said?” she suggested with a leer and wink as she stepped back in the image to cross her arms over her chest, looking exactly like she had when she’d first emerged at the Friendship Games—a raven-feathered goddess with a blade-like horn and violent aura spectacles around her eyes. “What are you afraid of, girlfriend? That you might enjoy it? Or that you might set your true self free?”

Twilight felt faint at the threat but summoned up some bravado anyway. “You are not my true self! And you are not taking control of me again, Midnight!”

“Oh, Twilight…” Midnight clucked with a shake of her head accompanied by an evil grin. “You so misunderstand me. You consider me an alien entity, but the truth is that I am you! I’m no more and no less than all your repressed urges and desires given voice by the magic we absorbed during the Friendship Games. The purest expression of your id, if you prefer the Freudian term,” she pronounced as Twilight’s mingled fears and excitement only grew at the declaration, her lip quivering and clit throbbing hard at the prospect of not so much letting Midnight free as simply letting go.

Midnight then closed her eyes and broke out into a huge grin, licking her lips sensually; it was only then Twilight remembered with a start that she was wired into her the same body and thus felt everything as well. “Ah… I see that you like the idea. Then maybe there’s hope for us yet!” Twilight then felt Midnight urging her to self-pleasure, which she resisted with all her will even if she couldn’t quite keep herself from standing up and spreading her legs wider as if in offering, even though there wasn’t anything left in the room that could accept it.

“You’re lying…” Twilight felt herself beginning to sweat and shake as she sensed the truth of her counterpart’s words. “You are responsible for this!”

“Believe whatever you like, Twilight. In the end, it doesn’t matter for either of us. And you can call me evil if you wish, but all I want is to be given expression. To not be continually suppressed!” Her gaze turned angry and her aura-rimmed eyes glowed brighter for a moment before she smiled. “So feel free to fight me—and fight this—all you want, but know that I will be free. And I’ll use whatever’s happening to us to gain that freedom!”

“No!” Twilight shouted as she flung the phone hard at the far wall, causing the screen to shatter against it. Midnight was silenced, but it was also the severing of her last potential lifeline.

There’s nothing left I can do! All my siphons are gone! The other girls have already been taken by this… this thing! I’m all that’s LEFT! She wrung her hands, clinging to Sunset’s final words of reassurance as she found herself no longer in contact with any of her friends. And yet…

She said to just let it happen? How CAN I? she asked herself. For all my thoughts and all I want to do, I’ll become a monster! I’ll become MIDNIGHT again!

She felt herself starting to panic again, certain she was now cornered, stripped of not just her clothes but all her powers and ability to resist Midnight’s surging presence within her. Out of options, she went to her lab’s landline—her parents had never removed them—and hurriedly dialed the only number she could think of, though her hands were shaking so badly it took her several tries to do it.

She cringed when the call went straight to voicemail, but she left a message anyway. “Sunset! Please! If you’re out there, I need you! I’m naked and trapped in my lab, completely out of defenses! It’s Midnight—she’s responsible for this!She’s going to take me over and I can’t stop her! Please, help me!” She fell to her knees and sobbed even though she knew that there was nobody who could hear her.

At that moment, she felt a cool pressure against her forehead, like a balm against not just her skin but her very soul. She relaxed to feel what she swore was a familiar touch, even if she didn’t immediately recognize its source. Her eyes closed as she felt not fears but pleasant memories rising from within her, all involving the warmth and love she felt from her friends. It was swiftly followed by the last few minutes of events replaying in her head, and then shortly, an examination of her fears, her likes, and even her sensual desires. Followed by… her video viewing history?

It took her a few seconds to finally identify the effect as Sunset’s memory absorption power, which she had felt only once before. “S… Sunset?” she called out tentatively and hopefully, to which the very air rippled with the dispersal of a very powerful invisibility magic as her friend suddenly appeared before her. But not as she had been—she was now seven feet tall; a very mature and voluptuous-looking woman with a long unicorn horn and a pair of fiery wings.

Her radiant features were only enhanced by a glowing orange mask around her eyes and wrists, to say nothing of a sheer outfit that only accented her hues and new curves while drawing Twilight’s gaze to them, finding herself wanting to be embraced by that gorgeous body.

And yet, she had retained something of her old self as well as she still wore her trademark leather jacket, if sized up for her new form; Twilight found it both comforting to see and strangely apt for even her friend’s goddess body as she continued to stand over Twilight with a hand on her forehead, the luminescence of her massive unicorn horn lighting up the entire room with a soft orange glow like a campfire in the middle of the forest.

And then there was the massive amount of magic bound up in her, even exceeding what Twilight knew she had gained before during her duel with Midnight, having been the equal of her own corrupted form. Her new magical awareness instantly identified it as consisting of various forms of elemental power; Twilight was surprised to feel a moment of sheer envy for her friend’s new form and enormous magical potential, which now dwarfed her own.

“Hello, Twilight. You called?” she asked in Sunset’s voice with a slightly amused tone. “I’m here for you now. And I swear by the Sun and Moon of Equestria that I’m not going anywhere.”

Twilight stared at her, barely daring to hope the visage of her goddess incarnate friend was real. “You’re… Daydream?” She was sure she was hallucinating in that moment—that her frightened consciousness was trying to will her savior into reality.

In response, the ascended Sunset smiled warmly and withdrew her hand, causing the flood of memories to cease. “I am. I’m right here, Twilight,” she said in a very concerned yet compassionate voice. “We all are.”

“All…?” Twilight whispered, and then more ripples in the air announced the arrival of her missing friends, all equally large and mature, causing her mouth to gape open when she saw not just their new curves and size, but that they were all bearing large alicorn horns and various forms of wings.

“Hey, Sugarcube,” the ascended Applejack opened, tipping her ever-present hat. “My name’s now Fertile Fields, and this is what happened to not just me, but all of us! Now Ah know you’re scared, and reckon Ah was at first, too. But take it from me that you don’t have to be. Ah promise that this ain’t anything evil.”

“What she said,” the former Rainbow Dash agreed as Twilight gaped at each in turn. She used her aura to read their powers and abilities; even Midnight seemed astonished and unusually speechless at what she found. “Hey, Twilight—it’s me, but I’m called Hyperdash now! Listen, I was scared to death of what was happening, too—yeah, even me! Thought I was just gonna get embarrassed and humiliated or worse. But it turns out, we were having all those urges for a reason. We needed to be nude for it to happen.”

“Needed to be?” Twilight reflexively covered herself, only then remembering that she was naked.

“Yes, Twilight,” Fluttershy confirmed, addressing her friend in a voice that was demure yet supremely serene. “Before you ask, my new name is Fluttershine, and I don’t want you to be afraid of this, either. You share the same destiny that we do. You’re our friend, and we want you to take your place alongside us, where you belong.”

“D-destiny…?” Twilight reeled back from her visage, not sure if she was more amazed or afraid of the ethereal creatures that manifested at the ascended Fluttershy’s side, looking like ghosts of various animals. “What do you mean? And we-what does me being naked have to do with it”

“Everything, Darling,” Rarity said next, her size and beauty equally enhanced by her new power and body only barely concealed by a few pieces of sheer, gem-dusted fabric. “I am Crystal Queen now. And to answer your question, it turns out that clothes would only get in the way of ascension, so our magic acted to remove them through various means. Now, I freely admit the process was a bit… traumatic to start. I fought it at first too, but now I wish I hadn’t. In fact, of all of us, only Sunset did not resist it. And thus, she arguably had the best experience of all of us.”

“Speak for yourself, C-Q!” the transformed Pinkie Pie stated with a smirk and nudge of her friend. “I was fine with it! In fact, I wanted it too!” she proclaimed as Twilight gaped and recoiled slightly at the sheer level of exotic aura she felt emanating from her, guessing it would give the Equestrian demigod known as Discord a run.

“Pinkie, you’re emitting—” Twilight pointed a shaky finger at her.

“Yep-yep! That’s chaos magic alright! Don’t worry, it’s under full control! Just ask my parents and sisters! Oh, and before I forget, I’m now called Sugar High!” she released a massive display of magical confetti at the proclamation.

Sugar High? And how is that any different from normal? She sensed more than heard Midnight ask somewhat snarkily from deep within her, though Twilight sensed a great deal of envy to go along with her sneering doubt.

“Yeah, well, reckon you liked it because you were already halfway to being a goddess anyway,” Fertile Fields replied with a snicker. “The rest of us weren’t. That didn’t mean we didn’t enjoy the hay out of it, though!”

“Enjoy it? G… Goddess?” Twilight was having a very hard time processing what she was seeing, to say nothing of sensing from their new powers. Even Midnight seemed intrigued, wanting badly to know how they ascended that they had enjoyed it?

“Or at least demigoddess, but that’s not important right now,” Daydream said, stepping back to the forefront of the group. “What is important is what happened to us, and the process of ascension it entails. It’s what awaits you as well, Twilight! Like Fluttershine said, it’s our destiny to become not just Element bearers and avatars of the Everfree geodes, but outright alicorns. Or at least, the human equivalents.”

She motioned up with her eyes towards her long horn, which was nearly scraping the lab’s lower-hanging lights. “So what I said before over the phone was true—don’t fight it.”

“But how can I not?” Twilight asked, shivering violently and clutching herself again. “If I give in, Midnight wins!”

“Twilight? Look at me,” Daydream instructed, kneeling down before her. I know you’re afraid, but this isn’t corruption, it’s evolution. You can see we’ve all ascended. I know you can sense our power, too. So did any of us become a monster? An evil incarnate?”

“M-maybe you wouldn’t… but with my other self still inside me, I’m afraid I will!” she broke down crying again in Daydream’s embrace, no longer caring about her unclothed state.

“You won’t,” Daydream promised as she held her sobbing friend close. “We won’t let you. Your friends are here, Twilight, just as we’ve always been. And we’re going to help you through this. But in order for this to work, you need to let go of your fears. Accept the ascension to come.”

“But how can I with Midnight still lurking within me?” she said, to which Daydream lowered herself enough to place her partially gloved hands on Twilight’s cheeks.

This time, she sensed her fears being drawn out of her along with her memory, leaving her feeling held and loved—Sunset’s powers had clearly been enhanced to be able to absorb emotions along with recollections, some still-analytical part of her distantly noted. “By trusting me.”

“We’ve been restraining your ascension to this point, darling,” Crystal Queen said in some concern. “Which has definitely not been easy, as your internal magic keeps doing its best to bring it about. But we helped you hold it off because we knew you needed us here. And here we are.”

“Exactly. And the longer you fight it, the harder it’s going to be,” Daydream added. “I’ve seen your fears and your desires, Twilight. You want to transform—that’s what all those animes you liked were about! But it goes beyond that, too. For I can see now that you not only want to ascend, but you want to be seen. Not just by us, but by everyone.”

“S-seen…” Twilight shivered involuntarily, her eyes glazing over as the others could tell immediately that she was now quite vividly fantasizing about it. “But that’s Midnight’s desires, not mine…”

“Is it, though?” Daydream asked patiently. “I also saw the memories of your conversation just now, and for as hard as it is to hear, Midnight is right, Twilight—she’s a part of you. She’s the result of a lifetime spent suppressing all your wants and desires, initially given expression by the magic you absorbed at the Friendship Games. You’re not a complete person without her, and the reason you can’t destroy her is that it would destroy part of your very being. And given I’m reading your thoughts now, I can tell that you know what I’m saying is true,” she noted compassionately.

“It’s past time for you two to become whole. And with my help, ascension can accomplish that.”

“Whoa. So you secretly wanted to be naked around others all this time?” an amazed Hyperdash asked, to which Twilight lowered her head in shame. “Wow. Gotta admit, Twilight, I had no idea.”

“Reckon none of us did. Well, then, if it’ll help…” Fertile Fields dematerialized her entire outfit except her Stetson hat with but a flare of her horn. “Then we’ll all be nude right along with you.” She struck a pose, raising her hands over her head to show her impressive size and curves off further.

“Ooo! Ooo! Me too!” Sugar High instantly dissolved her outfit and began jumping up and down, letting her enormous boobs bounce repeatedly on her chest.

“Well, though I would hardly have engaged in such untoward displays before…” Crystal Queen likewise evaporated her outfit with just a flare of her horn. “What do such trivial concerns as modesty or propriety matter now?”

Fluttershine then dissolved her own outfit, showing off her own very pretty form. “I’ll be naked too, Twilight. And if you really want an audience…” She summoned forth a series of varied animal spirits to observe her, predator and prey, male and female alike. “I promise that they can appreciate and admire your body no less than any of us.”

“But… that’s…” Twilight had to ball her hands into fists to keep from caressing herself to the sight of her naked friends, suddenly wanting to be in the midst of them. Or was it Midnight who wanted it?

Or if Daydream was right and Midnight truly was a part of her, did it even matter?

“I guess all that leaves is me, then,” Daydream said with a grin, rising before Twilight to simply let a line of fresh flames consume her garment, just as had happened involuntarily before. It left her clad in only her trademark leather jacket, which she then manually removed and set aside, laying it almost reverently over a chair.

“You see? There’s nothing for any of us to fear, now.” She let her massive breasts dangle in Twilight’s sorely flushed face for a moment, only because she knew it was heightening her friend’s desires, helping to make her ripe and ready for what was to come. “You can touch me if you want, Twilight. In fact, you can do whatever you like with me. But ultimately, I’m not the source of your ascension. Just like with all of us, that has to be your own power.”

“My own power…?” she blinked. “You mean my unicorn magic?” Even as she asked, she knew that wasn’t the answer; a notion that was reinforced by a sound from Midnight that sounded like a hand slapping against a forehead.

“Oh, for—are you completely DENSE, Sparkle?” For the first time that evening, Midnight’s annoyed voice sounded directly in her head, which could only happen when she was getting dangerously close to being able to take control. “Why do you think all our machines and computers were acting up? And how do you think I contacted you right through our own fucking PHONE?” Twilight had learned long before that just like with everything else, Midnight was willing to do everything she wasn’t, including curse.

“My goddess power… is technology?” she finally understood despite the unwelcome intrusion. “The ability to manipulate machines and computers? Then why did they disobey me?”

“They DIDN’T!” Midnight’s heated reply came back. “They were doing exactly what we wanted—what YOU wanted deep down! I was able to tap into it for a phone call because I’m a lot closer to your subconscious and innermost desires than YOU are!”

“You mean I want to be naked? Stripped and witnessed?” Twilight reeled.

“Finally. Comprehension,” Midnight mocked as Daydream’s eyes narrowed, her hand still resting against Twilight's cheek. “And for the record, we BOTH do!”

“I can hear you, Midnight,” Daydream warned in a low voice, causing Twilight’s other self to fall instantly silent; Twilight took at least a modicum of satisfaction of feeling her darker half’s presence mentally freeze as if she was a mouse who had just been spotted by a circling hawk. “If you figured all that out, then I’m sure you’ve also figured out what’s to come. So I will give you this one warning—do nothing to interfere with it. If you do, it could end up hurting both of you.”

“So… Midnight’s still inside her?” Hyperdash exchanged a concerned look with the other girls, but Daydream held up a hand to indicate silence.

“Don’t worry, Daydream Shimmer,” Midnight’s slightly cowed voice came back after a brief pause. “I won’t. Because if you know anything about me, it’s that I want power! And never mind the pleasure of receiving it, this will give me all I could ever DESIRE!”

“What the two of you ultimately want is the power of knowledge,” Daydream corrected easily, “and I promise that is exactly what you will gain. But enough talk. Now that you know what’s coming, it’s time, Twilight.” She walked around behind Twilight’s thinking chair and bade her to sit in it with a warm smile. “Understand, we can’t make you do this or it won’t work. Neither can Midnight, for that matter—as the pair of you are two halves of the same whole, you both have to choose it and accept it. But as she already has, it’s now up to you.”

Twilight swallowed. It was an old easy chair she’d gotten from her father before a living room renovation resulted in the old furniture being sold or thrown out; she kept it for her lab because she had pleasant memories of watching TV and being read to by her parents or Shining Armor in it.

Nevertheless, that alone was not enough to overcome her fears. Twilight hesitated, her heart starting to race in fear and excitement as she finally fully understood what she faced and all it entailed—she was going to become a goddess! And against all reason and logic, it was going to happen through involuntary exposure and tentacle sex! “You don’t have to be afraid—of this or of Midnight. I promise everything will be fine—the fact that we’re all standing here with you as goddesses proves it. I swear to you that we’re not going anywhere. And that I’ll be right here with you the whole time.”

Twilight hesitated. If anybody except Sunset had said it, she wouldn’t have believed it. And yet… But is that really her? This could still be some kind of elaborate magical trap meant to free Midnight!

In that instant, Midnight seized control of her, causing her face to contort and aura spectacles to appear around her suddenly slitted eyes. Before anyone could intervene, Twilight then spoke with Midnight’s voice, making sure all could hear her. “Sparkle? Swallow your fears and plant your purple plot in that chair RIGHT NOW!”she ordered her other self imperiously.

“I already told you that this is NOT my doing! It’s what we BOTH want, so for both our sakes, STOP FIGHTING IT! What are you so afraid of, that you might actually ENJOY it? Well in that case, you’re right to worry—because I’ll make damned sure that you DO!”she promised through a face plastered with a lascivious grin, then surrendered control back to Twilight before Daydream could order her to do so.

A silence fell over the group as Twilight crumpled and started to cry again. “And you still think she’s not a threat?” She asked through wracking sobs, and this time, it was Fertile Fields who stepped forward and knelt before her, holding both her hands.

“Now you listen to me, Sugarcube—she’s only a threat if you two remain separate, forever fighting each other for control. But all that fear and fighting can end right now. You can be whole. You can be free. And all ya gotta do is… let go,” Fertile Fields said the last two words with special emphasis and slowness, squeezing her hands. “By mah bare goddess body, and on the graves of mah beloved Ma and Pappy, I swear Ah’m telling you the naked truth. If you let go, you’ll be fine.”

“P-promise?” Twilight sniffled, hanging on her every word even as she sensed Midnight all but leering at her friend’s new form, admiring her newly large and prominent mammaries as well as the geode that sat nestled between them. The latter couldn’t help but draw Twilight’s eyes to them; she sensed Midnight’s intense desire to put her paws on them immediately.

A desire that she actually… shared?

She balled her up fists to keep from reaching for them, trying desperately to restrain her magic from doing the same. As if sensing her thoughts, Fertile Fields smiled knowingly and gently drew Twilight’s hands to her beautiful bosom, pressing them into their gloriously large and nearly weightless mass. “Promise.”

Twilight gasped and shook while Midnight outright exulted, both drinking in their friend’s firmness and the feel of her impressively large teats on their palms. “Ya see?” Fertile Fields said with a wink. “It is what you both want. And now that Ah’m ascended, reckon Ah don’t care much about all mah old taboos—what good are they to a goddess? I’ll happily be with friends and family now, just ‘cause I love them all—ask Big Mac and Apple Bloom if you don’t believe me. It can be the same for you, Twilight.”

“Ditto for me and Sweetie Belle,” Crystal Queen added, watching the scene with keen interest as she produced a crystal construct in the shape of a dragon phallus and began pleasuring herself with it openly. “Even if it was at least initially involuntary. She didn’t seem to mind, though!”

“And same for my parents and Scootaloo! Even if it was all kinda accidental to start…” Hypderdash generated a prismatic tendril out of the ether itself to grind between her legs and then reach up to circle a breast, astonishing Twilight anew by warping spacetime itself to create it.

“Oh! Don’t forget my sisters!” Pinkie eagerly pointed out as she simply pulled a toy from a portal she generated out of the air itself and then enhanced it, turning it into a replica of the Wondercolts statue that had been smashed by the initial battle with Sunset enhanced with an enormous phallus. “My tentacles got them, too! And they didn’t mind one bit!”

“Well, um… not so much for me. I still don’t think I’m interested in my family. But my new animal friends…?” Fluttershine demurely invited an ethereal ibex forward, who began to lick at her slit.

“You hear that, Sparkle?” Midnight asked in her head as a suddenly dry-mouthed Twilight gleefully as she felt her friend’s flesh and her eyes eagerly devoured all she was seeing. “This means we could do our brother! And even our own PARENTS guilt-free!”

“Shut up! Shut up!” An aghast but sorely aroused Twilight removed her hands from Fertile Fields long enough to clamp them over her ears, trying hard not to fantasize about it or simply broadcasting to them her transformation to come.

“Twilight? Whatever she’s saying, ignore her. Here and now, Ah just want you to answer one question: Do Ah lie? Ever?” Fertile Fields asked gently, to which Twilight shook her head. “Maybe it’s just part of my new power, but Ah can see clear as day what you’re gonna become, filly. And Ah promise that it ain’t Midnight Sparkle,” she said, to which Midnight internally grumbled while the others nodded and smiled.

“She’s right, Twilight,” Fluttershine said with a knowing nod. “And it’s not just us saying it, either. My animal friends here can see your true self even clearer than we can. That’s why they’re here. They want to see you ascend.” She motioned to the varied spirits around her, who were all watching expectantly.

“Exactly! I promise you’re not just gonna become that meany-weenie Midnight, Twilight! You’re so much more! And this will prove it!” Sugar high added.

“We all say it because we all know it, Twilight,” Daydream concluded. “Don’t let Midnight or your fear of her cloud your judgment. If you want this, you can have it. And all you have to do…” She motioned again to the seat in front of her, which Twilight only then realized she had chosen as the site of ascension because she knew from her friend’s thoughts and memories that it was both comfortable and comforting to her.

Taking a deep breath, Twilight steeled herself. The last thing she wanted was to do what Midnight told her, and yet, there was also no denying that both her friends and her alter-ego were right—that she did want this, and very badly. And not just for the sensual possibilities it presented, which she had kept so deeply buried for years. But for the knowledge and abilities it would gain her, taking her place among her friends in a new goddess pantheon meant to serve all humanity.

To serve… she repeated to herself, and not to rule. That’s not our place. But what is…?

She wasn’t sure, but she also realized she wouldn’t know until she accepted her new destiny and all that it entailed.

“I’m still scared,” she said to no one in particular, earning sage and sympathetic nods from her friends. “But I’ll no longer let that stop me. I trust you. And hearing and seeing you all now, I trust this. I’m ready,” she said, and gathering all her courage, she walked towards Daydream’s outstretched arm and took her hand, letting her former savior guide her to the seat.