{Everyone chill, it’s just Nurgle}

“Alright, Silk Striker is in Shaker’s room, he’s at the makeshift altar… aaaaand… it’s Slaanesh!” I declare with myself, Tzeentch, and Khorne all clapping for our sister, the Machine of Change even firing off some confetti in celebration.

Honestly, with how he was brought into the Chaos Faith, it was a given, but still cause for celebration nevertheless.

“Oh, thank you! This is all a great honour! I can already feel his devotion inside me~!”

…

“Congratulations, Sis, you’ve ruined it.” Khorne flatly states, walking off back to the depths of his territory.

“Well… guess you should go greet your first follower.” Tzeentch encourages.

“Right! Got it… hmm, but how to do it…?”

“Can’t you just go down and—ah shit yeah, right, god bullshit.” I realise.

“Yeah, only reason our last follower didn’t have their head explode when we directly talked to her was because her head had already exploded.”

“Yeah, this is a problem, we don’t exactly have enough of a Psykic Presence—”

“You just made that up!” I interrupted, making Tzeentch glare at me before continuing.

“—to make our own Daemons on the material plane, so it’s not like we can ask one of them to go down there and explain what’s going on.” he finished.

“And we don’t exactly know how to focus our presence to do that whole thing where the gods would transmit their voices to corrupt people.” I commented.

It was then that, much to our concern, Slaanesh seemed to have an idea. “Wait… everyone that lives, barring Pariahs and Blanks, has a physical presence in the Warp, right? Psyker or not?”

“Yeah, that’s right…” I reply.

“And the only reason we couldn’t really mess around with souls is because they all had some measure of protection, Orks had the “WAAAGH!!”, Tau were too detached from the Warp, Imperials had their Emperor, Eldar had those soul-stones, and so on?”

“Slaanesh, you don’t need to give us a rundown on what we already know… wait, no-one in Equestria has that protection, even their ‘gods’ have only recently discovered that the Warp is even a thing!” Tzeentch blinked, before he proceeded to glare suspiciously at the Princess of Pleasure. “Alright, what the fuck are you planning? I probably already know for obvious reasons, but I still feel I should ask.”

“Oh, I’m just giving my first follower… a taste~.” She said mysteriously, before approaching the soul pulsing in her domain, as opposed to the souls in the neutral space or Shaker’s spirit sitting firmly exactly in the meeting point of our territories.

She licked her lips, and it was then that me and Tzeentch thought it best to take our leave as we immediately realised what she was going to do.

{Let’s Switch To Shaker Stone Cam 5! [Warning: Slaanesh is doing a thing, I don’t think I need to elaborate on what.]}

“Welcome to the church of Chaos, Striker, First of Slaanesh’s Children.”

“Happy to join, so… how does this work, should I be expecting some divine vision or…?”

“I don’t entirely know, sorry. When I came to them, it was as a soul without a body into their own realm, so I don’t know what methods they have to affect the material plane we reside.” I state sadly. “So I have no idea what method they will use, or if they’ll use any at all considering my situation was a special—”

“OOOOOHH~!!” The stallion suddenly moaned out, causing me to blush as his eyes glowed with a purple energy, while his cock became erect and then erupted in the span of several seconds. He came so hard that it shot out through the ceremonial robes, right into the altar’s offering bowl.

“Striker!” I yelled out in shock, and a bit of anger, I had just bought those robes.

“Her tongue! I can’t… BUUUCK~!” he cried out as he unleashed another stream I barely managed to dodge, the spurts of seed quickly filling up the altar receptacle I had planned to fill with books for Tzeentch to gain knowledge of Equestria and its history.

That’s when his words sank in. “did… you say tongue?”

He collapsed to the ground on his plot, the displacement forcing his cock to be freed into the open air, the ghostly signs of something were showing on his member, balls being swirled around, a ring of pressure gliding up and down the shaft, the whole length being moved around by an unseen force. “Tongue, lips, oh b-buck I think I can feel her thro-AAAHH~!!”

By the gods, it was getting… everywhere. It didn’t take much thought to realise which of them was responsible for the mess, but thankfully she saw fit to stop before she risked sucking him dryer than a juice-box.

I breathed a sigh of relief at that as I surveyed the damage, the room was a mess, splatters of semen scattered around, the altar practically painted white as its bowl overflowed with Silk Striker’s foal batter…

Then it was only half full, then a quarter was left, and then nothing, each portion’s disappearance punctuated by a strong. Satisfied. Gulp.

It was, admittedly, hot, as well as pleasant to know the Church had successfully provided an offering to one of the gods.

I looked back to Striker, panting, barely able to keep himself upright as his arms and legs were like jelly from the onslaught he had endured. His eyes seemed glazed over as his mind slowly tried to recover from successive orgasms, and his cock was slowly resheathing itself as the veins throbbed almost painfully, while his balls looked… although still healthy, very much shrivelled from having expended so much so quickly.

It took a moment for him to be able to speak, and the words that came out ended up honestly making me laugh more than it should’ve.

“I… I think she likes me.”

{here comes Celestia’s POV, doo doo doo doo~!}

This was wrong, Discord is free yet he is silent, there’s four new gods that go against the power of Harmony, and now there are… followers beginning to spread.

I can’t let this go on! It was one thing dealing with the spirit of Chaos, now there’s a church of Chaos?! This will not stand!

“Sister… I don’t think this plan is… sound.” Luna said, naive as she was.

“Luna, we can’t afford to face a threat on both fronts, and Discord has hidden himself from us, meaning he has something big planned, our only option is to remove the danger we can perceive.”

“But imprisoning our ponies for their chosen beliefs?!”

“It must be done, sister, we can’t afford to let this faith spread, you know as well as I that those that mark themselves as ‘gods’ always draw strength from their worshippers, and if they are beings linked to the minds of the living, then it’s possible the mere thoughts of those ponies may empower them!”

Luna seems to look concerned at the moment, looking at me. She approached me and proceeded to place a hand on my shoulder in some form of comfort. “Sister, maybe it would be best to calm down, you may be overreacting. You yourself told me that the safety of our ponies should not come at the expense of their freedoms! And you forget, I have encountered these beings before, and they have shown themselves to be friendly… one admittedly more so than the others, but they seem like reasonable entities. Perhaps it’d be easier to simply make peace with them, form an alliance.”

I felt the pit in my stomach form ever deeper as she continued… this…

No, I can’t believe this has happened… to my own Sister.

“They have corrupted you…”

My poor, innocent sister, lost in the whispers of these creatures, looked up at me with widened eyes. “...say again?”

“You’ve been taken in by their deceptions and taken over when your mind was vulnerable!” I declare. “I won’t let you have your way!” I teleport us to her room, the possessed mare looking more frightened as I revealed the illusion they had devised.

“Sister! What are you doing?!” she panicked, trying to use her voice against me.

I didn’t let whatever evil that had enthralled her sway me as I set about my work, before she could even consider the ploy revealed and attempt to retaliate, I had already cast the necessary sealing spells and wards. The last to come active was the door so I could leave. “I am sorry, if some part of you is still awake inside there, I know you will thank me for this.”

“SISTER!” she lunged for me, but a quick step back launched me out of the chamber, the door slamming shut behind me before the magical lock formed over it finalising the seal.

“Do not even attempt to break free, Creature, this seal was designed by Starswirl to keep me and Luna contained during our ‘time-outs’, and like with many of his spells, he over-engineered. It’s perfect for holding even me as I am now, and so something puppetting my Sister’s unaltered form - equal in power or not - doesn’t have the capability.”

“Sister, Please! Let me out! I’m not corrupted! This is madness!”

“I’m sorry, Luna… until this matter is resolved, I will uphold the cycle of Night and Day alone…” I say solemnly as I walk away, closing my ears to the cries of my fallen sibling.

“Sister?! No! Do not do this! Don’t leave me in here! Celestia! CELESTIA!!

I HAVE TO PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”

{Oh? The Perception Indicator isn’t responding, guess we’re dramatically obscuring this Being’s POV}

So long… my slumber is… disturbed?

Energies… not magic, something else…

They feel… of pain, rage, lies and rot, but yet they deny such…

What?! The one of rot seeks to claim the Everfree?!

NO! THE MONSTERS ARE MINE BY RIGHT!

YOU WILL NOT TAKE WHAT I HAVE CREATED!

Author's Note

and there you have it, all 5 chapters I had made for this story!
updates will be a bit slower than 5 chapters in a single day, but I hope you'll stick around.
and for everyone who came here from my Little Secrets fics?

...sorry for being gone so long...

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