Douglas 2: The Douggenning

-KLAUS POV

What power! I’m practically drooling at the prospect of controlling the very moon! But can I really subdue Douglas? There just may be enough magic in his body…

-DOUGLAS POV, Tuesday, 9:08 AM

“What I heard from Twilight was…unsettling, to say the least.” I couldn’t agree more. Luna went on.

“There have been sightings of such creatures at the borders of Equestria, but until two days ago, I never suspected that they would arrive so quickly.”

“Hold on, what happened two days ago?”

“They abducted Celestia.”

Wait. One of the princesses was captured by these things? I didn’t even need to ask for proof; I knew Luna was certain simply by looking at her. If this was the case, and these things were strong enough to kidnap a pony which raised the sun, then everypony was in unspeakable peril. But there was one question in particular which blazed in my mind: was I called here because Luna thought I had something to do with her sister’s disappearance?

“Move, Douglas.” The fact that the voice I just heard never reached my ears was enough to make me panic.

“I said, MOVE!” Crippling pain surged. All of the healing was undone, like a battery being emptied. I could feel myself slipping away as I saw Luna look at me. My vision went while Luna was speaking to me, asking if I was alright. Something else used my mouth to answer as the world of consciousness fell away. The last thing I felt was the sneer worming its way into my expression.

“Better than alright, your majesty.”

-LUNA POV, 9:14 AM

I can recall each of the innumerable creatures I’ve seen through my countless years, but the human was an unknown. Had I any experience with humans, I might have been able to deal with whatever overcame Douglas at that moment. I could immediately recognize that something was amiss, and my first instinct was to bind him magically, but he lunged at me and seized my horn, and I immediately knew that something had taken control of the human. I would have been able to sense his power if he were strong enough to block my magic with his touch, yet I could only feel such strength now. All I knew was that as long as he held my horn, I could not fend him off. I attempted to fly, but his grip on me was such that I was now helpless.

“Douglas, what are you doing?!” The cackle which emerged from Douglas’s throat was not his own. Having spoken to him, I knew Douglas’s voice to be deep, thickened by years of reading aloud. This shrill laughter stung my ears. It was more than noise, it was pure tonal chaos.

“Me and Douglas look rather alike, don’t we, Princess?” So I was right. Whatever monstrosity before me was not Douglas, though it did inhabit his body, not to mention augmenting it. But what did he want? My answer came in the form of the object forcing its way past my lips. The thing probed its way into my mouth, nudging the back of my throat with its head. So this is what he wants. Good. This is a battle I can win. Carefully, I lifted my tongue and began to tease the underside of his member. His body trembled slightly as I went to work, coiling my tongue around and across the thick meat. His grip on my horn slackened, and I took this as my cue to draw my head back. I brought it back slowly, letting my mouth trail all the way down to the hilt, my nose touching his waist. He groaned at my efforts, and began to move his hips. I sucked greedily, closing my eyes as I concentrated on the sliding shaft. His ragged pants assured me that I was conquering his body. With one final push, he ejaculated. The amount of semen which I swallowed was staggering, rivaling some of the largest loads I had experienced in my long life. At the end of his climax, my horn was freed, and I immediately cocooned him in magic. Whatever was inside Douglas needed to be dealt with.

-KLAUS POV

Worth it.

-DOUGLAS POV, 9:31 AM

Did I make a mistake? Was I endangering the ponies around me by choosing to live with them? After the pain, my memories are a series of stills. It may not be clear, but I know what I did. I had violated another pony. Here I am in a cell, now. Maybe I shouldn’t leave it.

“Stop crying, bookworm. You give yourself too much credit.”

There he was again. Not in my ears, but in my head. Could I talk to him?

“You can try, bookworm. Go to the mirror.” There was indeed a mirror, and I walked over to it. I leaned against the sink in front of it, locking eyes with my reflection. I’ve never been good at staring contests, but my reflection blinked first.

“Damnit. I was gonna scare the crap out of you.”

“You’re scaring me a little right now, actually.”

“Oh, you’re much too kind.”

“Enough with the crap. What the hell is going on?”

“You’re awfully dim for a bookworm. Most people can tell when their reflection talks to them.” Then he laughed. The hellish cry was unbelievably loud and cruel, twisted to the point where I doubted that anyone, pony or human, could create such an evil sound. Evil…the word describes the sound itself better than it does its qualities. His laugh didn’t sound evil, it WAS evil itself. But I wasn’t scared. The last thing I needed right now was to be mocked by myself.
“You’re awfully dim for a talking reflection. Most reflections don’t talk.” I half-expected more laughter, but instead my reflection’s features locked into a mask of rage.

“No, I supposed they don’t. But none of that matters. What does matter is what I’m going to do once I’ve terminated you.” The façade of civility was gone. Whatever was in front of me had turned my face into an amalgam of menace, hatred, and fury. I tried to steel my own expression, but the grin I got in response destroyed my intimidating front. However, I wasn’t about to back down.

“Who. Are you?” His grin only widened.

“Just imagine what your friends will think. Their humble neighborhood coffee-maker, Douglas, finally snapped. I’ll ruin them all.” He spoke my name as if he were trying to vomit melodramatically.

“Answer my question!” The laugh struck at me again, sending blocks of panic through my body.

“Listen, bookworm. Don’t pretend you’re in charge. The longer you stay in this world, the more magic will leak into your body, and once there’s enough, there’ll be nothing left of you. I’m going to feast on the love of all of your friends, and there’s no way you can stop me. You’ll just make room for me if you kill yourself.” He was threatening my friends. I could see all of their faces in my mind, pained and tortured as this creature did what he pleased with my body. It was my turn to be angry.

“TELL ME WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE!”

“You’re rather fond of the pink one, aren’t you? Maybe I’ll tie her up and make her watch me have my fun with the others!”

Pinkie Pie. No. NO!

I roared, slamming both fists into the mirror. The crash was just more noise against that unholy laugh, moving from my ears back to my head. I screamed, blood running in rivulets from my knuckles, until my visitors came.