The mansion was dark. The front gate made of wrought iron hung open like it was yawning, crumbling brickwork covered in ivy, and then once you made it passed that gate and into the main courtyard, there was the mansion itself.
It looked old, and decidedly out of place, because whereas the front porch was crumbling. The mare known as Mercury Shine was incredibly scared of the unnatural mansion, but she also had a job to do. Being a potion maker, she was a mare of science, superstition wasn’t about to stop her.
She was clad in a khaki jacket that hugged around her midsection, weighed down with all the tools that an explorer needed. Calling the mare an explorer was a bit of a stretch, she had heard how the mansion was haunted, but the stories also mentioned that it contained vast treasures.
The light beige mare didn’t believe in ghosts, but treasure? She did believe in treasure. The stories were likely just to keep creatures away. Trudging forward, her hooves crunched softly over the dead leaves that filled the courtyard, the sound almost seeming deafening in the dead of night.
The wind blew straight through her jacket, the cold seeming like it wanted to bite down to her bones and leave her as a frozen husk. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and the mare had to take a moment to draw a breath.
There was nothing to be scared of. She needed the money to keep her shop running. The house didn’t belong to anyone, she had checked the paperwork. This was a gray area as far as the law was concerned, it was all above board. Sort of.
She pulled a crowbar down into her mouth and trudged forward after calming herself. The door was oak, and looked immaculate considering the age of the building. It towered above her with smooth white brickwork and an endless number of pristine windows that she couldn’t see through.
Why had she done this in the dead of night? Obviously she was worried about the guard getting annoyed at her over the fact she was stretching the law thin, but this would have been so much easier in the day.
Her hooves padded up the smooth stone steps, stopping before the large double doors. There was a brass door knocker on the right door in the shape of a pony, their mouth locked firmly around the ring containing the part she was meant to smash into the door.
Mercury’s ash gray mane was lit up by the green glow of her horn as she reached her magic out and pulled the handle of one of the doors down. Locked. Just to be sure, she tried the other handle. No luck.
She was going to have to break in by force. This was far from what she was used to as a potion maker, and she was likely going to feel bad for it afterwards, but she needed the money badly.
She pressed the crowbar into the gap between the doors and attempted to pry them open. It didn’t work.
With a soft sigh, she withdrew the bar and bit down on it firmly, swinging it forward hard into the brass door handle.
CRACK. Wood gave to the force of the blow, and she repeated it until the lock was completely destroyed, the door slowly swinging open like the mouth of some great beast that was inviting her to climb into the depths of its maw.
She pulled out an electric torch with magic and flicked it on. The beam of light carved through the darkness and lit up the re carpet, leading to a set of wooden stairs with a banister on either side.
Her heart was racing, this felt so wrong. Did she really need the money that bad? But she had already broken the lock, there was no point in stopping now. Steeling herself again, she trotted forward into the darkness and panned the torch around to drink in the details of the foyer around her,
It seemed like a typical mansion, if there was such a thing. The carpet wasn’t even dusty, and there was nary a cobweb or thing out of place.
It was disturbing, but this time she stayed calm. There wasn’t any loot that looked worthwhile on the ground floor, unless she wanted to use a crowbar to tear up the floorboards or carpeting.
She sighed softly, then trotted over the carpet. The floorboards stayed silent beneath her hooves as she moved forward, and for that she was thankful.
There were two doorways on the ground floor that looked like they might contain something more, but first she begin to climb slowly up the stairs. It felt like someone was watching her, and she wanted to be completely sure that the mansion was empty before she begin smashing doors open and looting.
The mansion was three stories tall. The second floor landing had three doors leading in different directions. The final third floor contained three doors. Two on the first floor, three on the second.
This building should have had a basement. She had looked over the plans, and that was the last place that she needed to check.
A shudder ripped through her, a chill going up her spine as she slowly moved back down the stairs. The carpet kept the potion maker’s hoof steps silent, but her breathing was deafening compared to the silence.
Before her panic could worsen, she moved a hoof up to the flower in her hair. It was purple in colouration, from an extremely rare bush. It was one of the first ingredients she had ever used in a potion, and she always had one in her mane.
It comforted her, just enough to slow her breathing. She climbed across the ground floor and used the beam of light to search for the entrance to the supposed basement.
It didn’t take long for her to find a wooden entrance hatch with a metal ring to pull it open. Her magic pulled it open and revealed a set of stone steps. The wooden hatch produced a dull thud as it impacted against the carpet, exposing a series of stone steps down into the darkness.
Her heart raced, this was totally haunted. This was totally haunted! Her brain was rushing, and her hooves quivered softly beneath her as fear ripped through her.
A cold wind ripped through the air, a cold wind that stank of must and finely aged mold. She almost recoiled, but quickly remembered that she had bought her tools with her. Her horn glowed brightly and she pulled a wrecking bar into her mouth.
Anything came for her, she’d put a wrecking bar through it. This wasn’t easy, but if she wanted loot, it would likely be in the basement.
Before she pushed forward however, something pulled her attention away. The doorways… There were four of them… On the ground floor.
Her heart froze. What was happening? What was this? It didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. Had she miscounted? But she couldn’t have. She had been sure!
Suddenly, a sickly purple light filled the mansion from a chandelier overhead. Half burned candles suddenly lit up with purple flames.
Mercury Shine almost wet herself at this point, a soft squeak rolling from her lips. This was bad. This was very bad. Her mind rolled around and ripped itself apart as she tried to piece everything together.
The door. She needed to get out of here. Her hooves slammed against the carpet as she tore off into a sprint. The idea that this might have been a trick played by another unicorn didn’t even flash through her mind as she smashed into the front door with everything she had, tearing it open and spilling into a corridor beyond.
A corridor lined with and lit by those purple candles. This wasn’t right. She should have been outside right now, but instead she was galloping along a corridor with a red strip of carpet down the middle.
Her heart raced, breath rolling forth in rapid pants as she lost control of her body. Her heart was racing and her mind was spinning at the impossibility that was this mansion.
At the other end of the hallway, she heard a soft, haunting giggle. She skidded to a stop almost instantly and for a brief moment lost sight of herself as her mind splintered into too many panicked thoughts to keep her functioning.
A large white candle, about a foot tall, floated through the wall at the end of the hallway. It didn’t look all that scary, but she got the feeling that it was very bad news for her. A purple flame ignited at the end of the candle as a single yellow eye formed on the right side of the candle.
And then it begin to float toward her. Mercury Shine was absolutely terrified. The candle didn’t even look that scary, but it was a scientific impossibility and she knew that it must have meant her harm.
So in a situation such as that, the only smart thing to do was to turn and sprint as fast as she was able in the opposite direction. She made it to the doorway that had been the entrance, ripping it open and coming out into another matching hallway.
Her hooves moved quick for a potion seller, her mind racing as a potent cocktail of chemicals and hormones was dumped into her body. She was so scared that thinking was tough, but she was a smart mare, and smart mares thought problems through to find solutions to them.
Both sides of the hallway were wood panelled walls. The ceiling was painted white, there were wooden floorboards, and carpet beneath.
This hallway was stretching on forever through some feat of magic, and that candle was following her slowly, although it was way off in the distance for the moment.
And then her mind presented the solution to her. These spirits wanted to play a game with her, but she didn’t have to play by the rules. She pulled her trusty pickaxe into her mouth, having bought all the equipment needed for busting things open. Mercury Shine was going to go through the wall.
She swung the pickaxe firmly into the wood panelled wall. It smashed through the wood easily and then smashed into the brickwork beyond, which almost broke her teeth as she recoiled.
Right, that hurt. This was an old house, they didn’t have cavity walls, they were brickwork and-
The floor. She could still go through the floor. She swung the pickaxe downwards and the floorboards shattered and splintered easily, the candle was about thirty feet from her at this point, but a few more swings and she could see the joists. After shattering one of them, she made a gap big enough to slip through, and quickly dived down.
The floor beneath was wooden boards. It was a suspended floor, and she crashed through the wooden board with the weight of her equipment.
Going through the floor had not been a smart choice either. She crashed through and fell about ten feet. She bent her knees and tried to drop into a roll. Her bones hurt, and as she raised herself up to her hooves.
It might have seemed that she had taken a radical solution extremely quickly, but she was done with this place and all its bullshit. This hurt. If she hadn’t landed correctly, she could have broken bones and other things, but thankfully it seemed that she was simply dazed.
That was the first bit of good luck she had gotten all day considering the fact that the floor was made of concrete.
The… She was in the basement. She couldn’t see anything, but the pickaxe had dropped from her mouth. Thankfully she had hooked her torch back onto her khaki explorer jacket before going through the floor, and she quickly flicked it back on.
This was the basement. There were candles down here, like the one from above, but they seemed to be sleeping, or at least they weren’t posing a threat to her just yet. There were dozens of wooden boxes piled up around the vast room.
The fall had hurt, and as she panned the beam of the light up into the hole on the ceiling, she saw that it was slowly patching itself up.
It was strange, it was like a wound slowly healing, first the beams straightened and patched up-
She didn’t have time to watch. She needed to get out of here now. Her heart was racing as she moved passed the rows of wooden crates. The foot tall candles here were ignoring her, but she took the torch into her magic and then drew a metal wrecking bar into her mouth.
She could do this. She could escape this place and then never do this again.
On a large brass stand was something that caught her attention. It was a statue of a pony, made out of wax.
Her heart was still racing and she was in a big hurry, but something drew her attention to it, told her that this was important.
The statue had what appeared to be a top hat that ended in a wick, and it appeared to have been partly melted from being lit previously, dripping down and forming into a mane of white and purple wax.
Their tail was also made out of melting purple wax. A wick much like the horn of a unicorn sprouted from out of their forehead.
She could see the basement exit at this point, but before she had the chance to approach it and get out of this nightmare, a chill ripped through the air and the wick at the top of the statue’s hat suddenly blazed with a purple flame, the rest of the room following its example, the candles slowly lighting up one by one.
She should run. There was something that she was missing. Her hooves felt slightly weak. The statue slowly begin to move, as if it was waking up from a deep sleep. A set of yellow eyes slowly opened and stared at her.
“Wick…” The statue muttered, a mouth forming out of the wax as it begin to move, the wax ripping free from the brass pedestal, leaving behind spots of purple wax from its hooves.
In an instant Mercury Shine was tearing her way towards the exit, although as she tugged at the handle it refused to budge.
This doorway wouldn’t stop her. She was starting to feel weak from the adrenaline wearing off. There was still more than enough strength in her to break through a wooden door. She swung the wrecking bar that was still in her mouth forward with all the might she could muster.
Instead of impacting against the door, a purple sheen formed around it, and suddenly the wrecking bar bounced off it, almost knocking her teeth out.
This wasn’t going to be a problem. Why was she so scared? Turning around, she braced to take on the wax statue. Firmly stepping forward, she swung the metal bar straight for its head.
The wax was firmer than she had been expecting, but gave like taffy to the force of the blow. The wax gripped around the weapon as it swiped through the wax, and once it came to a stop, she attempted to rip it through.
The creature quickly repaired itself, those yellow eyes peering straight into her soul. Suddenly, her hooves couldn’t move. It was like a thick fog had overtaken her mind, and suddenly she felt sad.
This place… This… Her mind felt slow, like someone had taken a wrench and thrown it into the workings of her mind.
Slowly, the creature reached out a hoof and pulled her towards it, tossing aside the wrecking bar. A long purple tongue spilled forth from out of the creature’s maw, and she found her mouth opening to accept it.
The creature kissed her. It kissed her more passionately than she had ever been kissed before. Her eyes flew wide as that long purple tongue forced into her throat, it was wet, drenched with a warm substance that made her insides tingle.
It slid down her throat and swelled out her throat, and the creature just kept forcing more and more of it into her mouth until she swore it was in her stomach. Each inch was slightly wider then the last, and for a brief moment she was sure that her throat was going to tear.
She could feel how much her throat had swelled outwards, and the creature turned its head to the side as it locked lips with her. It tasted like warm wax, and she had never been quite so aroused in her entire life.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as the tongue kept sinking through her, and then all of a sudden it pushed… through her.
She suddenly felt it push out through her flank. It hadn’t looped all the way through her guts, it had simply pushed through her like a spectre. She tried to look at the tongue, but she couldn’t move about. The tongue twisted inside of her, and all of a sudden, Mercury felt violated, like her very spirit itself was being molested.
She dropped to her knees. At this point her snatch was dripping all over the ground, and the strange stallion ripped its tongue free from out of her body. Pleasure bloomed through her as the creature tore its tongue free.
For a moment she whited out in pleasure, and when her senses returned, the creature was stood before her. Between its legs was a black cock with purple mottling on it,
She wanted that cock. She… felt so sad. Why had she damaged the mansion in such a fashion? She felt bad for it. The candles were circled around her now, watching as she lay out on her back and spread herself for the creature.
Her mind wasn’t her own. She could feel something was guiding, controlling her. But she couldn’t be sure. The only thing she could be sure of was that this creature was going to fuck her senseless, and she wanted that.
She had been wrong to damage this mansion. She needed to make amends for what she had done to this beautiful mansion. The creature stepped forward, standing over her as its long tongue extended and slipped against the entrance of her vagina.
It rubbed up and down her drenched cunt softly, and arousal flared through her, before the tongue slipped inside and rubbed over her clit. She writhed wildly as it spread out her vagina. The tongue was hot.
The fluid that had made her throat and other inner parts tingle was now directly in her most sensitive of places. It felt like it was burning, but at the same time it felt good. Mercury Shine’s hooves shot down to the ground, gripping firmly against the concrete as her eyes flew wide in shock at the pleasure tearing through her body.
Every single one of her nerve endings was screaming out in pleasure, and that tongue kept pushing forward, not stopping until… Until. It had passed the point where it should have stopped. It was now phasing through her, filing her with a feeling of tingling warmth that made her want to scream.
So that’s what she did, howling in pleasure as her hooves beat against the ground. The tongue stretching her out and rubbing against her clit should have hurt at this point, but it didn’t.
Her chest felt like it was being filled with warmth, like she had the sun blooming within her, at one point she swore she felt it brush against her heart. And then, she could barely breath. A confused expression spread onto her face as the tongue wiggled inside of her.
It suddenly spilled from out of her mouth, having once again pushed all the way through her, and she found her lungs aching for breath as the tongue violated her entire body at once, slowly using the powerful muscle to lift her off the ground.
Her lungs were screaming out for breath, her limbs were screaming out to be provided with oxygen, and throughout all of this, the creature below simply studied her intently, like she was a fish caught on a hook.
Her mind was even more fogged over than normal at this point, and the only thing that she could do was try to piece herself back together as the tip of the tongue turned around so she was staring at it with barely focused eyes.
And then the tip of the tongue pressed into her nostril, suddenly forcing straight upwards, and for one terrified moment, she thought it was going to go rooting around in her brain.
Instead, it slid down the back of her nose and suddenly looped back on itself, forcing back down her throat through her nostril, something that should have also have been painful with how wide her throat had been stretched out with the double looped tongue jammed inside of it.
Mercury was sure that her lungs were going to fail at this point, but the creature didn’t seem content to let her pass out just yet, and placed her back down onto the ground gently.
The tongue pulled out of her, but that tingling warmth stayed behind. Her vagina slowly closed up after the effects of the long tongue being forced into it, but it seemed she wasn’t going to get the slightest bit of rest as at this point the creature stepped forward.
She was suddenly reminded of that mottled black and purple cock, such un-natruall colours, and the purple patches, much like all the purple on the creature’s body, seemed to lightly glow.
It was around this point she noticed that her torch had flickered out, and the only light in the whole basement was the flame atop the creature’s head. It had what would have been the horn on a unicorn as a wick as well, the end of which was lightly smoking, and this lit up with purple energy as the creature gently spread her out.
She wasn’t offering any resistance at this point. Those yellow eyes had seared into her soul, but she was just now noticing just how pretty that purple flame was as well, and for some reason it made her feel a little sad.
Mercury Shine was like a doll at this point, her limbs staying in place where they were left as the candle creature pressed the head of his member against her snatch. She knew what was about to happen, but there was no way that she could stop it, and even if she could, she wasn’t sure if she would want to.
This felt so good, beyond any wild fantasy that she had ever had. It was like her entire body was tingling with pleasure and her head was light like she was high on drugs.
With one forceful thrust, the creature slipped the head of its stallionhood into her snatch. She cried out in pleasure and arched her back, her hooves suddenly shooting up to grab the sides of the creature firmly.
The wax here was soft and squishy, and gave way to her touch. Her back hooves went to grip onto the back of the creature, sinking into the wax there as well, and suddenly she couldn’t pull any of her limbs free of the wax.
She was trapped her now, bound to the underside of the stallion, who used its weird version of physics and apparent ability to control its own body almost completely to begin thrusting back and forth. It wasn’t gentle with her in the slightest, it was clear that the creature wanted to breed her, it wasn’t doing this for her pleasure, it was using her.
Its cock slammed into her, burying halfway and as her snatch had already been stretched out, it didn’t hurt at all. That tingling substance made it feel even better, and almost instantly she found herself lost to the pleasure and oblivious to the fact that her body was now sinking into the wax.
It was slowly hoisting her up by her front hooves as it slamfucked her and kept her restrained by its limbs. She leaned her head back as her hooves were slowly pulled into the gooey wax insides of the creature.
The creature kept slamming back and forth, the medial ring slipped in, and she let out a sharp cry of pleasure as she was violated, used like she was little more than a toy.
The creature pulled back and then slammed forward, and suddenly it was hilted inside of her. Its hips kissed against hers, and then the creature pulled itself back and begin to really go at it.
It seemed that even this creature had a limit to how composed it could be, as its thrusting was wild and uncontrolled.
She felt pleasure slowly building inside of her as the creature suddenly gave up on whatever it had been intending, dropping her front hooves and allowing her front end to drop against the ground while her back end was held firm.
Her back and head were pressed against the cold concrete, her back end raised into the air as the creature drilled her down into the ground. Its hips sent vibrations through her clit and its cock spread her so wonderfully, feeling much warmer than a normal stallion’s cock.
She couldn’t hold out much longer, she could tell that this wouldn’t come close to making up for the damage that had made up the mansion, and after the creature was done with her, something else was going to happen, but she wasn’t worried in the slightest.
At the moment all she could focus on was how good this felt, and how hard she was about to cum. The creature slammed into her, and its cock suddenly flared as that fluid that had coated its tongue suddenly spilled from out of its cock.
It burned, it burned so good that all she could do was scream in pleasure, throwing her head back firmly as her eyes flew wide and she found herself totally at a loss of thought, her mind overloading as she floundered and thrashed liked a fish on land, riding out the most powerful orgasm of her life.
Her head span, the room span, that sun fully bloomed in her chest, and the burning warmth spread outwards to every inch of her body.
And then it begin to die backwards, taking all the warmth in her body with it. While she had been thrashing in pleasure, her had been coated in a thick blob of wax that formed about thirty percent of the body mass of the large stallion, binding her firmly to the ground. Only her back end and head stuck out of the wax, and with the fact that she was on her back, she could still clearly see a glowing purple light in her chest, glowing so brightly that it was almost beautiful.
Almost, but the rest of her body felt cold. So very could, and the creature stepped towards her, locking lips with her firmly once again.
She could feel that light leaving her, she could feel THE light leaving her. Somehow she knew that this light was an impossibly important part of who she was, but still, she couldn’t fight, no matter how much she wanted to.
The light slid up her throat, and then the creature took it from her. Mercury Shine fell limp. She felt weak, like all the motivation had been stripped out of her body. Her brain wasn’t working any more either, it was like someone had suddenly translated it into a strange language that she didn’t understand.
The creature had her light, it had corrupted her light from the very start, and she had been too lost in her fantasy to realize. A bright glowing purple light was filling the creature’s head, making it look like some haunting jack-o-lantern, and that wick on the creature’s forehead that had looked like a unicorns horn lit up with a sickly magenta glow.
It stole some strands of her mane, fashioning them into a wick of sorts and coating it in wax, then some of the wax she was trapped under was formed into a candle around the wick.
She was weak. The only thing she knew for certain was that she wanted her light back. She needed it. She could feel her body slowly fading without it. Her own thoughts were alien to her, she didn’t understand.
A few moments later, the creature leaned forward, its tongue spilling out, and her slight slid along the length of its tongue, a ball of corrupted flickering fire with a ball of dark purple light at the centre. Somehow she managed to feel angry for the way this creature had defiled it.
The creature gently rolled it from the end of its tongue onto the base of the large candle, a candle she now realized looked much like the one atop the candle pony’s head.
That orb of light flickered for a few moments, and then settled into the wick. At this point, one of the smaller candles had approached her, staring at her with those deep yellow eyes.
This candle felt a little sorry for her, but the mistakes she had made were her own, and there was no escaping them. The burning candle with her light atop it was placed atop her head, and instantly she felt a little better.
It begin to melt, hot wax dripping down the side of her face like tears as one of the other candles floated up onto her snout. She was still too weak to properly fight them off, and several of the little candles were now coating her in wax, covering her and lighting their own flames up brightly so they melted down all around her.
She was barely aware of what was happening, but she found herself buried under a mountain of wax, and for a brief, panicked moment, she realized that she couldn’t breathe.
That moment passed when she realized that she was a silly mare. She had died just a few minutes ago. What a strange thing to forget, nobody could live without their light, and these creatures had feasted upon and corrupted hers completely. It was now a flickering shadow of its former self, trapped within this house forever.
She didn’t mind. She had broken in and damaged the homes of these spirits, this was only fair. Suddenly, her consciousness was joined by others. Her body was tingling dully, but she was dead, her body didn’t matter very much.
Other voices filled her head, voices besides her own, and suddenly she found herself drowning beneath a sea of other consciousnesses. Each one of them wanted to use her body, to dominate it and claim it for themselves.
No, they were all joining together. Like many candles melting into a single puddle, Mercury Shine suddenly found she couldn’t remember where she begin and the others begin. But it didn’t matter. A moment later, the candle pony was sure they had forgotten something else important, but it didn’t matter to them.
They climbed back to their wax hooves. Every inch of them was wax or purple flesh. They needed to protect this mansion, but first they wanted to check out their new form.
The first thing the creature did was roll over onto their back. Their privates were now formed from out of a flexible sort of black flesh, the same black flesh that made up their tongue. Their clit and the inner part of their vagina that spilled outwards were made out of inviting purple looking flesh.
It was strange, considering they were a spirit, they sure felt horny at the moment. But there would be time for that later. Atop their head, the candle that had been there had melted down into the shape of a flower, with a bright purple flame flickering atop it.
There was no sign of the other creature that had been here just a few moments ago, but they quickly found that they had returned to their brass pedestal to return to a statue and gain their strength back.
She was feeling tired too. She needed to protect the mansion. Protecting the mansion made her feel good. She needed to feel good, and she needed to make sure the mansion and the spirits here felt good too.
She found herself trotting out into the front entrance area, climbing up a flight of stairs onto a landing. The carpet felt nice beneath her hooves, and with the wooden railing, she would be able to overlook the entrance.
She took up a stance before the railing, feeling her body slowly hardening up as she felt heavier and sleepier with each passing second. She was going to rest here until the mansion needed her again, or someone else was stupid enough to break in and try to defile it.
Slowly, her eyes fixed ahead, and she found herself fully returned to actual wax, the light drawn back inside of her, frozen in time but always watching.
Mercury Shine had dared to break into and damage the mansion, and as payment, she had now become part of it.
