The cold castle floors were hard under her hooves, echoing each regretful step she took. Normally the sound of her hooves clopping across the tile barely registered in her mind. But at night, in her room, they clapped like thunder. Loud, jarring noises that seemed to reverberate through the room with each step.
Twilight wondered how the noise didn’t wake all of Canterlot, let alone her castle. At least Susan’s bare feet were padded and hardly made a noise with each of her steps. Grumpily, Twilight put up the silencing charms she used over her bedroom these days.
Honestly, it would be easiest to simply etch the rune into the walls, but that would be an open admission of her situation. Any observant passerby would notice that the princess’s bedroom had an on command silencing charm and then smirk in mild amusement at her supposed activities.
It wasn’t a problem for the guards, they knew what happened at night—intimately. The problem was visiting diplomats, or worse, her friends. Sometimes she entreated them during the day. This sinful, guilty chamber would miraculously transform into a happy place with smiling ponies as they drank tea (or perhaps cider) and ate home cooked pastries.
Twilight could forget what happened at night, and Susan would pretend that she had. Together they would put on an easy, happy play. A farce of domestic bliss, but an alluring one. Twilight had honestly grown to enjoy the pretending during the day. Twilight had even done homework to support it, like a science project! She had made an effort to research appropriate ways to flirt and how to interact with your special somepony in public.
Susan also acted the part well. It didn’t matter that Twilight couldn’t feel anything for Susan, not like the act implied. The play made her friends happy, and was seemingly innocent in its charms. It even kept away unwanted suitors, allowing a permanent excuse for the nonsense political marriage offerings she used to get, or the awkward dances with strange ponies who intended to woo her.
Twilight had no problems pretending to date Susan, besides the occasional curious glare from Applejack. The problem was what happened at nights, and how exactly their relationship had developed. In many ways, Twilight felt consumed by guilt in how she’d somehow failed Susan. Twilight was supposed to be the princess of Friendship, but even she hadn’t been able to reach Susan’s heart; not like she’d wanted.
It wasn’t like Susan was unhappy, either. The woman could take so much more than she did. Susan was content to play the role of princess consort, hardly ever using the material benefits it came with. All Susan ever wanted was to spend time with Twilight. It was an easy desire to fulfill, and not one that usually caused problems for anypony else.
The days were fine, even good. Unfortunately, Twilight was not happy with her nights. She sometimes wondered if hate was a regular burden as a princess, or something unique to her situation. Over time, Twilight had grown to shamefully hate Susan. The hate that festered was far from without cause.
Susan was a cruel woman and her cruelty was directed like a white hot knife at Twilight Sparkle. She pretended to be a loving marefriend during the day, but at night the pretending stopped. Once Twilight had activated the silencing spell around the room, Susan would undress. Then Susan would speak and Twilight would listen. That’s how the evening always started.
Tonight was one such night. A singular event in a seemingly endless cascade of nightmares, each one slipping through Twilight’s mind like vile sand. At least tonight it was just them. Susan liked to have “guests” every once in a while, and made Twilight pick from her male guards. The guards assumed Twilight was a willing participant.
They were wrong.
Twilight couldn’t tell them the truth. Susan would watch, chuckling to herself while Twilight played whatever part would ease the guard’s suspicion. They’d offered to give everything to Equestria, there was no harm in Twilight easing their minds. Had they suspected the truth, they’d die fighting Susan.
It would be a blood bath. Susan was beyond invulnerable, and well into invincible. No magic could touch her, no blade could draw blood, and no hoof could bruise her. Worse still, Susan did not view ponies are real creatures. The only one Susan seemed to believe was a person was Twilight herself. She otherwise treated them like props in a play. Susan was nice enough, polite, sometimes even kind. But she felt nothing for anypony, except Twilight.
Twilight grimaced as Susan gave the command. It was time for Twilight to get to work. The loud, damning hoof clops seemed to slam across the room like clashing weapons as Twilight approached Susan’s standing, naked form. Twilight’s senses peaked as her body registered danger. Susan wasn’t anything like a pony, and very clearly predatory in nature. Breathing carefully, Twilight swallowed the blip of fear. Susan wouldn’t eat her, she had nothing to worry about.
Oddly, Twilight appreciated how alien Susan was. Her short, brown hair looked nothing like an equestrian mane, and the little brown patch between her legs was completely different from a pony’s. A pony would be smooth there, bare but hidden underneath her tail. Susan had no tail, but the little bush of hair, which was most definitely not fur, mostly covered her actual genitals. Somehow, Susan’s alien body made this feel less real.
Unfortunately, the strangeness mostly ended there. Susan’s slightly spread legs and beckoning hands might have been completely un-pony like, but the body language was clear. It didn’t help that Twilight’s standing head height was exactly the same height as the little patch of hair between Susan’s legs. Susan had found that little fact appealing, and had made obscene use of that information almost nightly.
Before Twilight began there was a little ritual that Susan liked, so Twilight steeled her mind. This little exchange was almost harder than the obscene act that followed. Twilight paused, her snout hovering just in front of Susan’s cleft. The flesh was visible through the hair now that Twilight was so close. Susan had trimmed.
The smell wafted forward, and brought memories that Twilight tried to push back. The first time she smelled Susan. The first time she tasted Susan. The first time Susan tasted her. Blinking, Twilight swallowed those horrible dreams to focus on the current one. Susan’s scent was unique, but not unpleasant. It was earthy, tangy, and just a little wrong. Something about it made Twilight shiver.
Susan said the words, demanding Twilight’s fealty. Twilight’s response was almost automatic. She answered slowly and deliberately, using the one word that placed Susan above her. One word to describe what Susan was before Twilight slowly leaned forward and spread her lips. Twilight tried not to think about it. It was a betrayal of her role as Princess, a betrayal of her mentor, and a betrayal of Equestria.
Susan had made sure it was true, sort of.
The word had been said, the admission and submission private between them, but absolute nonetheless. Susan gloated, grabbing Twilight gently by the base of her horn even as her arm shook with excitement at the coming act. Twilight didn’t feel anything as she opened her mouth wide and covered Susan’s private little patch of hair with her tongue. She didn’t listen as Susan told her tale for what could be the thousandth time. Twilight had heard it before, and understood it well. She’d even played a part in it.
The hair was matted with salty sweat and other things. Susan never washed before Twilight got to work, though it wasn’t from malice. She was just in a hurry, and a bath would only delay Twilight’s attention. Twilight didn’t mind, at least not more than the act already bothered her. It wasn’t like Twilight’s mouth wouldn’t be full of Susan’s essence quick enough anyways.
Twilight continued to feel nothing as she worked. Her tongue was spread wide over Susan’s outer labia, stretching from leg to leg, and lapped in long, slow, forceful licks. Little bits of hair got in her mouth, but she ignored it. Twilight would swallow them later. Each lick tasted like slimy, hot, salty water. Something organic and mucus like, but not unpleasant. The texture was strange, even if Twilight had long grown used to it.
Hair bristled underneath her tongue, but under the heat she could feel Susan. Susan’s flesh pulsed with an alien heart, and the slimy heat quickly coated Twilight’s mouth. It tasted vaguely metallic, perhaps of iron but not of blood. Not tonight, at least—roughly one weekend a month it tasted distinctly of blood.
Twilight didn’t really feel sick about this act. She didn’t feel guilty, or hardly anything. If this was all Susan had wanted, if this was the extent of her cruel abuse, then Twilight could forgive her. But it wasn’t. This was just still the ritual, still the warm up. This wasn’t what Susan wanted, not fully. This was just how she wanted Twilight to say hello.
She needed Twilight to say one another thing. One more honest statement from Twilight’s heart. The statement was still true, although the meaning had been twisted. Susan ordered Twilight to tell her again. To say the words that had sprung honestly from Twilight’s heart, the words that broke them both.
Susan was cruel, and Twilight was quiet, but honest once again. Her face still wet from Susan’s arousal, Twilight said the words. She still meant them, if only as a knife to drive into Susan. She didn’t even look up as Susan began to shake in rage. It hurt to say, but it was cathartic. It was still true.
Twilight still didn’t like mares.
Susan’s response was angrier than expected, and she shoved Twilight’s snout deeper to silence her. The soft, wet flesh distracted Twilight as Susan verbally degraded her. Susan could say what she liked, it didn’t matter. Still, Twilight had to be honest. When Susan broached the subject of fucking a guard tomorrow, Twilight voiced her dissent.
She honestly wasn’t sure if she was straight anymore, either. She had no desire to do what Susan was planning. Twilight wasn’t sure if that was normal. Should she want to have sex with them? She’d definitely wanted to with Flash. He’d been strong, sweet, and good looking. Her guards were these things, so why did she hate it when Susan made her fuck them? Would she have hated fucking Flash as much as she hated fucking the guards?
As much as she hated fucking Susan?
What Susan was suggesting wasn’t just the normal level of repulsive this time. Usually Twilight would be strapped down or physically restrained in some way. She didn’t mind that too much, most times. But this thing was taboo. It was horrible to think about. The guard wasn’t her father, of course, but still the thought made her skin crawl. Twilight knew exactly the guard that Susan was talking about. Evening Echo was an older guard, and his colors were near a dead ringer for Night Light. Luckily his cutie mark was completely different. Maybe Susan would forget about that.
Twilight’s mind was pulled forcefully back into the moment as Susan practically shoved Twilight’s snout inside of her. It was hard to breath, but Twilight stayed calm. Susan began to grind on Twilight’s head, holding her by the horn as she declared her love for Twilight. Twilight stayed still, letting Susan rub her clit up and down Twilight’s snout.
It was degrading and humiliating in a familiar way. The sight was obscene, and Twilight could hardly look away as Susan’s split flesh seemed to swallow her snout over and over. Susan shuddered, leaking a large amount of hot fluid down Twilight’s cheeks as she said something startling.
Twilight couldn’t do that. Her eyes flickered to Susan’s in a panic, and Susan froze for a moment as well, realizing what she’d said. Susan awkwardly looked away and then glared back. Her eyes grew cold as she relented. She wouldn’t make Twilight play that game tonight, but Susan had been reminded of what she could truly never have. That could never happen, and they both knew it.
Twilight shivered as Susan’s words informed her that the foreplay was over. Twilight wasn’t a so called “prude,” not anymore. Not for a long time now. She was the other thing. The thing that Susan loved to call her after reminding her why she did this. Why Twilight buried her snout in Susan’s pussy even though she hated it, and felt nothing from it.
It was because Susan had made her. Susan had forced her to do this once, physically pushing and making her. Twilight’s first time had been violent, and a surprise. It had been a betrayal where her supposed friend had hurt her. After Susan had finished, she threatened Twilight with something much, much worse.
Capitulating was a hard decision, but the calculus was easy. Twilight’s suffering was minimal, the suffering of her friends, and even Ponyville itself, would have been far worse. She’d thought the hardest part would be pretending to be Susan’s special somepony, but that had been easy. Even being used by Susan had been easy—it was just mindless grinding, and selectively tuning out her words. There were a few odd or uncomfortable flavors and smells, but it was hardly torture.
No, the torture was the other parts. The torture was when she didn’t feel nothing. It happened when Susan made her use the guards. Twilight was swallowed by guilt, and worse, a tiny self contained euphoria that she’d grown to hate. Every time she saw a guard in the hall guarding a door and knowing that he had been under her tail, her heart skipped a beat. She’d lost a lot of heart beats lately.
Then there was the other feeling. The one Susan brought. The one that happened now, when Twilight was reminded. Twilight narrowed her eyes angrily as Susan forced Twilight’s mouth open to grind against her tongue.
It was the hate. A treacherous, horrible hate that oozed up from inside and manifested in Twilight’s eyes. Susan loved it, and Twilight hated it. It made her heart beat like a drum, her ears fold back and throb, and her eyes narrow down on Susan’s. Twilight couldn’t help it. She couldn’t disguise it, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to.
The hate did other things to her as well. Twilight’s movements became rough, wishing she could hurt Susan. She thrust her tongue violently forward, as Susan let go of her horn. Twilight didn’t need to be guided for this part. She wanted to violate Susan.
Her overly large tongue forced its way inside the human, splitting Susan’s pussy wide. Susan moaned, and Twilight’s tail twitched. Heavy breathing filled the room as they both were silent in their focus. Twilight’s entire body was moving in rhythm as she pressed into Susan over and over, and the slick oily sensation dribbled down Twilight’s throat.
Susan’s eyes stayed locked with Twilight’s. Susan was also glaring, a tight little frown on her face as she ordered Twilight to keep going. She ordered Twilight to keep watching her. Twilight did, compelled as much by her own frustration as Susan’s emphatic orders.
Susan bucked her hips forward and Twilight pressed her tongue as deep as it could go. A warm fluid trickled down her chin and neck, streaming down her foreleg as Susan’s flesh pulsed around her.
Twilight stayed still, pressing deep and wide as Susan groaned in bliss. Susan’s little frown had turned into a full on scowl, even if her eyes were fluttering and unable to focus. A slow, loud affirmation came from Susan, and Twilight shivered.
Her feelings were… complicated. She hated this, but she only hated it because she enjoyed it. For Twilight, there was nothing sexual about it. It was purely a physical reaction. But it was one she controlled. It was also clear that Susan was unhappy, hating this even as she did it. Like a drug addict who knows the next dose is only going to be pain but does it anyways.
Twilight also hated that she felt that way. She was a being of love, so why did watching Susan’s self inflicted emotional harm give her a small sadistic glee? She wasn’t entirely above being petty, but the situation with Susan was beyond petty and into cruelty. She hated that Susan made her feel this way.
She hated Susan even more as a result, and they both loved that fact.
As Susan recovered, Twilight slowly resumed her thrusting. She was more gentle now, careful not to overstimulate the now sensitive organ. Susan’s insides had changed as well. They felt wider, more receptive, and warmer. So much warmer and softer around Twilight’s tongue. The long, gentle licks made Susan give quiet little gasps until Susan started to praise Twilight again.
Twilight shivered as Susan grabbed her horn and pulled her out. Her sore tongue almost flopped out of the cavity, soaked in juice from Susan and spit from Twilight as it radiated heat and gently rested outside of both their lips. Susan watched her for a moment, her features softening.
Twilight felt the rage leave her, and relaxed. Soon enough, she felt nothing.
It didn’t take long, it never did. She wasn’t an angry mare by nature. Once the tension had been released from Susan, there was little reason for either of them to be worked up. Neither had anything to gain.
Susan bent forward, and picked Twilight up like she weighed nothing, raising Twilight’s face to Susan’s as they straightened up. Twilight felt a bit like a cat, being picked up by her shoulders as their faces were pressed together. Susan picked her up the rest of the way, and then fell together backwards on Twilight’s bed.
Once Twilight’s bed had been a place of rest. Now it was a place of, well, whatever this was.
Susan held Twilight tightly as she began to kiss. At first, Twilight was reluctant, only letting Susan lick her dangling tongue, but soon enough she began to return the affection. It wasn’t as if she felt anything from it, it merely seemed the right thing to do.
Together they lay for some time, Twilight sinking slowly into Susan as they kissed. Twilight didn’t mind that, it wasn’t something to feel terribly guilty about. Perhaps it helped that Susan wasn’t her first kiss? At least Susan hadn’t taken all her firsts. She tried not to think about what she was doing, or why she was doing it. Instead, she focused on the physical actions. Easy things that she could not think about, but still focus on.
Eventually, Susan grew bored. Their mouths were completely different, but they both tasted the same. Susan pulled her into a breathless hug and her hands trailed down Twilight’s sides.
A veiled threat came, amounting to simple instructions. Twilight didn’t need the instructions. She knew by now that she would be a good slut for Susan. She relaxed as Susan’s hand trailed below her tail and poked gently at her anus.
A strange fear overcame Twilight as Susan carefully circled her bum with a prodding finger. How could they keep hiding this? In a panic, she broke the ritual, and blurted out the question. Her friends would celebrate loving sex, but this? This violent, horrible thing that Susan and Twilight did? How would they react? They loved Twilight, and thought they loved Susan. They’d do something, and it wouldn’t be good.
Susan’s response was far from re-assuring. If anything, it only emphasized her cruelty. She’d simply keep doing what she was doing. Twilight’s friends didn’t factor into Susan’s decision making. Only Twilight did. Literally only Twilight.
Twilight relaxed her anal sphincter in horror as Susan began to absentmindedly finger the entrance of Twilight’s ass. Nothing could stop Susan. Twilight’s only hope would be that the invincible human had a short life span. Timidly, Twilight asked about Celestia, and the answer was just as disturbing.
Did Susan not really care if Celestia was a goddess, older than modern civilization itself? Celestia might have appreciated Susan’s flippant attitude if the subject matter wasn’t so vilely obscene. Susan’s other fingers gently spread her outer labia, and Twilight flexed her pussy around them without thinking about it.
Susan’s other finger pressed deeper, now spearing painfully into Twilight’s well worn asshole. Reflexively, Twilight relaxed to allow her further entry. Susan’s fingers weren’t wide, but they were dexterous. Still, the violation burned slightly, practiced or not, her asshole wasn’t lubed up. Even the fingers now pressing between her inner labia were dry, the skin on skin contact hardly felt sexual in nature.
If age didn’t matter to Susan, then what did? Just that her victims were princesses? Did that include Flurry, Twilight’s Teenage niece? She dreaded asking the question as she felt Susan painfully spear her further. Now her anus was fully invaded, and her vagina was uncomfortably being forced apart. Would Susan do this to Flurry?
The answer horrified Twilight, and she couldn’t help squeeze down on the invading digits. It hurt when she did, but her body remembered what it felt like. It remembered what was going to happen next. This wasn’t sex, but it was stimulation, and her body knew exactly how to respond. Twilight was far from innocent, unlike Flurry.
Twilight shivered as her body acted without her consent. Flurry’s first time couldn’t be like this. It couldn’t be painful and humiliating. She deserves somepony nice, it doesn’t matter if it’s a stallion or a mare. Flurry deserved love! Twilight growled as her body warmed against her will, Susan’s fingers hurting less and rapidly feeling more pleasant as they explored both of Twilight’s familiar holes.
Twilight’s response had pissed off Susan, and Twilight felt a warring sensation within her. Good. Susan deserved to be pissed off. Twilight’s anger fought with her desire to feel nothing, all while Susan’s fingers continued to stretch her. The anger blossomed into something strange as Susan pulled Twilight into another kissing session. This time, Twilight was aggressive while Susan fingered her. This time Twilight’s tongue went into Susan’s mouth, and Twilight’s hooves wrapped around Susan’s body.
Twilight didn’t really think about how much time she spent. Instead, she focused on the sensation. Susan’s fingers felt good now, and even the kissing was doing something. Twilight shouldn’t feel this way, and she knew it. Something had snapped, and she hated it and hated Susan. Gently, angrily, Twilight bit Susan’s lip.
She wished she could hurt her.
Susan gasped in surprise, and told Twilight how much she loved her. Word after word, none of it meant anything to Twilight. It was just more nonsense. Of course Susan loved her.
Twilight told Susan, in so many words, how much she hated her.
Susan genuinely smiled. It was a horrible thing. Twilight squeezed her asshole around Susan’s finger, and clenched her now wet cunt around the others. Susan was in deep, grinning as she molested Twilight.
Twilight had been ruined in some way. None of this was normal. Ponies don’t have sex like this. Ponies love each other. Twilight strongly suspected that humans didn’t have sex like this either. Twilight hated how good this felt, she hated what Susan had done to her. Something was wrong with her, and had been for a while now.
Susan growled into Twilight’s mouth as she gave Twilight a squeeze from inside. The squeeze made Twilight shudder. Her body was ready now; she’d been well trained. Susan didn’t pay Twilight any mind, ignoring the flagging tail and her quivering legs. Susan would move at her own pace, and Twilight knew it. Instead, she helped Twilight remember.
The first guard. His name had been Persimmon Glaze. He’d tried to be so kind, but he’d felt so out of place. The whole interaction had been awkward. Twilight would have found him cute if not for the situation. He didn’t even make it inside at first, not really. Although, by the tenth time he had the bit down fairly well. Twilight would be tied up and gagged, and he’d take her gag out, then make her choke. It had hurt, she’d cry, then when Susan gave him a signal, he’d switch to Twilight’s pussy, which was usually still stinging from Susan’s rough treatment. At first, she’d scream from how much it hurt. Then she’d scream from the other thing. The thing she was feeling now.
Then he’d leave. The first time, he’d had to quit after the throat. The second time, he’d quit after she screamed in pain. The third time, he was ready for both, and Twilight was strongly suspicious that he’d masturbated beforehoof based on the salty taste of his dick. He’d made it all the way through by the third time. By the eighth time, he could time his finish to be with hers.
Susan grew bored of him after the twelfth time, and so Twilight had given him one long kiss goodbye. She still saw him in the halls and sometimes Susan even picked him for group activities, even if she didn’t recognize him. Twilight would always recognize him, he was one of her firsts.
Twilight shuddered as Susan pinched her clit, and threatened to find another stallion for tomorrow. Twilight didn’t want that. She hated avoiding the guard’s gaze. She hated the way her voice hitched and her stomach flipped when she walked by the ones that had taken her. She hated the primal sensation of fear, or maybe longing, every time she stood quietly by one of them while they escorted her. The tingling in her fur that begged her to step just slightly closer to one or run away forever.
She hated that feeling. At least with Susan she felt nothing. Susan would rape her, and then the next day her body wouldn’t care. The stallions thought they were helping her. They thought they were serving her, and yet her hair always stood on end when they got too close during the day. Every time she looked at one for too long, she shivered and her tail quivered. Sometimes it ached.
Sometimes it flagged.
Sometimes they noticed it flag, and grinned back at her.
She didn’t want another guard added to that list. She didn’t want another knowing grin, and heart skipping lecherous smile. She didn’t want another one that Susan might randomly decided to indulge. She didn’t want another night where Susan told her how one of the guards had approached her, asking to play again. How Susan had said yes. How Susan would warm her up, and then the guard would come. His knowing grin wouldn’t be one of love anymore. It wouldn't be one of service. It would be hungry. Twilight would shiver and shake. Then she’d cry for him, but never his name. Only ever Susan’s. The next day, she’d see the guard and he’d stare. It wouldn’t be with a grin, but a cold, hungry stare.
Her heart would pound wildly, and she’d shake. She’d still feel him under her tail, aching from the abuse from the night before, and he’d know. Worse, she still wouldn’t know if she should run to him, or from him. Of course, she’d do neither, playing the pretty, chaste princess with a loyal marefriend instead. Then he’d slip back into being a dutiful guard. At least, until she met his eye in the hall, and he’d ask Susan again. Then maybe, just maybe, Susan might say yes again.
Twilight growled that she wasn’t interested.
Susan didn’t care, and even told her who her next stallion was going to be. It was settled, and it was horrible. Twilight shivered, thinking of what the stallion would do to her. Of how he was going to touch her. Of how he was going to bite her. Susan’s hands grew wet, and Twilight began to shake. All she could imagine was her horrible fate, and she let Susan know exactly how she felt about it. The unfamiliar curse words felt vindictive as they came out of her mouth, she rarely used them, but tonight it was appropriate. The vile thing that she would do tomorrow deserved the gravity.
Susan almost laughed, her cold cruel voice was filled with an empty joy. She accused Twilight of something, something true, so Twilight pretended not to hear. It didn’t matter. Her body was answering for her, and Susan’s messy fingers made enough noise to make it clear what was happening.
Susan clarified her question as she grabbed Twilight by the horn with her other hand. Twilight shook as she considering lying or being quiet, then remembering it didn’t matter. It was going to happen. That older blue pony was going to come down, hold her down, and fill her with his cum. During it, she was going to call him daddy because Susan told her too, and he looked just like her fucking dad. The worst part was that she was going to cum from it, and probably hard. Then he would be Susan’s new favorite dildo for Twilight for the next few weeks, and every other night she’d live this nightmare.
She hoped to Celestia that he wasn’t married as she agonizingly admitted her thoughts to Susan.
Twilight begged Susan not to do it tomorrow, knowing how fruitless it was. There was something horrifyingly freeing about her life being completely out of her control. It didn’t matter what she said, what she begged, or even what she did. It was happening tomorrow. So why fight it?
Susan’s hand slipped out, leaving Twilight shaking and feeling empty. She felt like crying. The admission was worse than the rape. The words had been more intimate than the physical violation. Susan had broken another small bit of her off today, and Twilight had given it to her on a silver platter. Now, tomorrow, Susan was going to eat it.
It was always like this. Always horrible. Twilight flopped to her side, then slowly got to her feet on the bed. Susan climbed up behind her, getting into position. Twilight took a breath, her heart racing. Susan’s weight on her back felt normal, it felt right. It was an every night thing, after all.
Would Susan hurt her tonight? Twilight felt vulnerable, more than usual. She could trust Susan to be honest.
Susan said she wouldn’t hurt Twilight.
Twilight wasn’t sure.
Susan promised not to hurt her much, but Twilight had to ask. She could do that. She’d asked Susan for thousands of things by now. Tomorrow, they’d have breakfast together. They’d laugh, and it would feel normal. Susan would help her during the day.
She could rely on Susan. Susan wasn’t terrible, just the things she did were. Just the things that happened. Just the burning in Twilight’s ass, or the queasy grin from the guards. Susan is the one that brought the guards at night, but Twilight liked that. Sort of.
Susan’s hand pressed back under Twilight’s tail, back where it belonged. This time it didn’t burn going in. It was smooth, slick, and strong. Her tail hiked far to the side, and Twilight groaned in pleasure. She didn’t love Susan, but Susan loved her. Susan was the closest creature to her. Susan knew all her secrets, all her wants. Especially Twilight’s wants.
All the wants Twilight didn’t want, even.
Susan’s mouth dipped dangerously close to Twilight’s spine, and Susan hummed a reminder after giving Twilight a kiss on her lower neck. Twilight was supposed to ask. She was supposed to ask like the desperate slut she was. The desperate slut she’d become. The desperate slut that Susan had meticulously trained her to be.
So she did.
Susan’s bite sent a real electric charge up Twilight’s neck as it disrupted Twilight’s magic flow. Susan didn’t know that’s what happened when she bit, and Twilight wasn’t about to tell her. The disrupted flow broke all of Twilight’s concentration, causing her to lose grasp on reality for a few seconds—precious seconds where Susan’s hand began to pump wildly.
Twilight screamed as Susan fucked her, unable to think or focus. It didn’t matter who or what was fucking her, she was going to get off. Her asshole and cunt were stretched, played with, and stroked as Susan’s hands did things that no pony ever could. Twilight’s words were screams, announcing her imminent orgasm in a crude and pathetic fashion.
Susan cursed in response, telling Twilight to finish.
Without thinking, without knowing, Twilight pressed back into Susan’s hands and screamed another vulgarity. Her horn sparked, deprived of magic but desperate to do something. Her asshole squeezed, trying to trap the thing inside that was stroking her, and her cunt desperately milked the alien hand inside as it tried to coax cum out of the intruder.
Susan laughed as Twilight convulsed, giving her everything she wanted and more. The squeeze was euphoric for both of them, a moment of actual harmony and bliss as Twilight’s cum erupted out of her cunt and drenched Susan’s arm.
Twilight couldn’t stop. She stood on her bed quivering as the woman she hated nursed her cunt for all it was worth, coaxing fluttering bliss from it for far too long. What Susan did to Twilight went beyond sex, it was something else, something mind numbing in it’s ecstasy. Twilight would hate it, but not for several hours.
First, she had to ride it out. That would take a few minutes. As the agonizing minutes crawled by, a primitive, treacherous part of Twilight’s mind wished it would last forever. A small part of her wished that she never had to wake up from this quivering, disgusting euphoria and she could sink slowly down into Susan’s toxic oblivion.
Susan seemed to know, whispering words of praise into Twilight’s ear. Broken, corrupting, electrifying words of praise. As Twilight’s legs gave out, and Susan held her gently, Twilight realized something. It wasn’t something new, but it was something worth considering.
Susan had trained her well. As she lay collapsed on the bed, she struggled to breath while Susan encouraged her. Gently, Susan rolled her over onto her back and lay on her.
The moment was intimate. Susan’s breasts were pressed into Twilight’s heaving barrel, and Twilight’s teats were smashed into Susan’s abdomen. Susan smiled at her, truly smiled, and Twilight smiled back. Susan continued to praise Twilight, and Twilight relaxed into a blissful peace.
This was good, right? It wasn’t love, but it was nice. It was intimacy. Susan was more intimate with Twilight than anypony could ever be. Even now she was simply watching Twilight’s eyes while Twilight soaked in the post orgasmic bliss.
Susan complimented her performance, and Twilight laughed. She had never “squirted” before Susan taught her how. It was a skill, and one Susan had made her practice. How odd. Such a strange thing to excel at. It made sex messier, but Susan liked it. Just like Susan liked her. And that was okay, right?
Twilight frowned as the hormones she was riding high on dwindled. Susan’s smile turned slowly cruel as she kept watching Twilight’s eyes. Twilight’s magic circuits fully reconnected, and reality came into focus.
She’d been raped again, but at least it was over. Twilight blinked slowly, then took a deep breath. She hated how her body did that, and she hated how her mind went along for the ride. Worse was how much she hated coming back from it. One day she might not wake up. What would that be like?
Was that love? Just sinking into that feeling forever?
She asked Susan. Susan ignored the question and told Twilight to watch her, so Twilight did.
Twilight wasn’t sure why she was doing what Susan said. There was a good reason that she’d remember later, but for now, it was just the right thing to do. Because Susan had won.
Twilight had to remember that. Susan had won.
Twilight sunk into the bed further, giving up. Maybe she should try to love Susan? Would that help? Would it make Susan happy? Would it make her happy? She thought about Persimmon Glaze, and her tired heart skipped a beat. She didn’t love Persimmon, so what was that sensation? She thought about Susan, and her heart did… nothing. But her pussy clenched.
Twilight tried again, and she felt that tingle shoot through her. Susan made her tingle. Not her heart, but certainly part of her. A part that was tired now, but would be hungry in a minute or two.
Twilight smiled, and told Susan something.
Susan frowned. Then got angry. She thought Twilight was lying. That was fine. Twilight had time to figure it out. Until then, she was safe. Safe enough, at least.
She asked Susan about it, and Susan frowned again. This time she looked different. Twilight decided that Susan was scared. Good. She deserved to be scared. Susan didn’t want to talk anymore, so they just lay together.
Susan on top, Twilight on the bottom, just soaking in each other. Twilight’s fur was matted and mussed, but she didn’t care. She could fix it in the morning. Susan could help her. No, Susan would help her. Susan was a good friend.
Well, half of the time.
Right now though, Susan was sniffling. Twilight gently wrapped her arms around Susan and softly asked if she was okay. Susan tried to answer, but couldn’t. She instead made Twilight kiss her again. This time, their kisses were gentle, soft and slow.
Twilight wished they tingled, but they made her tail twitch at least. A good long, slow, deep kiss was something they both enjoyed. Twilight’s heart didn’t skip, but it did beat steadily. Susan’s did as well.
Susan’s heart sped up again during the kiss, and Twilight pulled back, seeing her flushed face. She heard Susan’s heart rate grow erratic.
Susan was in love.
Twilight shivered. She hated this. Everything about this was terrible. She wished she could feel something somewhere besides under her tail, but that was all she has. Her asshole flexed, and it felt good.
Twilight told the Empress what the Empress wanted to hear, then she was honest about her hungry cunt and aching asshole. After that, Susan had a math problem for Twilight. It was an easy one to solve. The answer was sixty nine, and Twilight and Susan demonstrated it fully.
All the while Twilight ruminated on the things she’d learned this night. It had been a series of odd lessons, and she doubted they’d all stick. But eventually, after enough time, her mind would be as well trained as her body. She didn’t have to worry about that quite yet, though. While the were working on a vigorous math problem this night, tomorrow’s class would be a little different. They were going to study genealogy.
Author's Note
The other half of this experiment. Written up in about 4 hours, but I actually spent time editing this one after. Hopefully it's not as confusing/terrible as the other one! Oddly, there are two halves still missing--Twilight's Dialogue, and Susan's feelings. I'm done with this little side story for now, but maybe I'll have one of those guards narrate something at some point.
Also, should I add a romance tag here? I wasn't so sure about it...
