The Writhing

Twilight was uncomfortably hot. She rolled, trying to free herself from the covers, but she was surrounded by a sweltering heat. She tried to breathe, and found there was no air. She tried to move, but her hooves were bound. Panicking, she opened her eyes, seeing only a hazy red glow.

Was it her blood?

The heat pressed around her, pushing and crushing her body in odd ways. Pain filled her as she tried to resist it, her bones crunching and her organs squelching within.

She screamed, but no sound came out of her mouth.

Something came in though.

The thick viscous and red substance that she was suspended in forced its way into her throat, burning and crushing her as it filled her. It pressed deep, down her throat and into her gut where it burned and pulsed.

Twilight writhed, moving unwillingly as the substance that surrounded and now filled her continued to pulse and flow.

The stuff hadn’t just crushed her bones and twisted her like an empty bag of flesh, it had coated her, burning off her hair and fur to leave her a charred skin sack. She tried to close her eyes, only to discover that her eyelids were gone.

Everything was pain, a horrible burning and tearing pain that consumed every ounce of her existence.

Twilight wished she could die, but the magic wouldn’t let her. She shuddered, the realization dulling her senses to the hellish experience. Magic was permeating her.

She hadn’t felt this much raw power since she’d held Celestia, Luna, and Cadence’s power within her own long ago. Forcing herself to ignore the snap as her spine was twisted sideways, she instead used her horn to sense.

Twilight shuddered once more, feeling relaxed as an incomprehensible pressure pushed around her skull. This fluid wasn’t blood, at least not hers. It was magic; potent, thick, unrefined, and pure elemental magic.

Twilight quaked as her body melted into it and her skull cracked. Her last thought before her brain was crushed was one of relief.

There was a source, and it was alive.

Dreams felt something heavy pressing her down, something painful. Grunting awake, she forced her tired eyes open only to see a fearful sight.

Princess Twilight Sparkle was pinning her painfully to the bed, and her eyes were glowing a hazy red with no visible pupils.

“Princess? Are you okay?”

Twilight did not look okay. Her expression was flat, and even though Dreams was an Earth Pony, she could feel the magic rushing off her liege like a waterfall. If Twilight hadn’t been physically holding her down, the rush of magic might have pinned her anyways.

“Twilight? Please, answer me!” Dreams’ wild fear grew into a calculated concern.

Princess Twilight Sparkle was compromised, and Dreams’ duty as her guard was to save her somehow. There was no way Dreams was going to be able to overpower her. Even though Dreams was an earth pony, she was much smaller than average, and Twilight was empowered with alicorn strength. She considered shouting for help, but knew that Twilight had sealed the room before their earlier escapades. Her training hadn’t covered this.

Scanning the room, she noted her guard armor tucked into the corner. It had an anti-magic charm she could crack if she could get to it. At best, the charm would wake Twilight up. At worst, it would free the room from Twilight’s seals.

Dreams tried twisting, flailing and struggling underneath the iron weight in a futile attempt to wiggle free.

Twilight cocked her head, and the red eyes slowly blinked. A strangely wide smile grew across her face as she leered at the squirming guard pony.

Dreams did not like that smile, it had far too many teeth that most certainly were not there last night.

“Who are you? What have you done to Princess Twilight?” She stopped struggling to question it. Maybe she could buy time for the guards outside to notice the magic flux and break in. There had to be a few unicorns on shift somewhere in the castle tonight.

The purple and red face slowly frowned, before glancing up and down Dreams’ body. Twilight’s voice sounded wet, and the words seemed to gurgle from her throat. “No.” A red, bubbling mass welled from her throat as she spoke. This time the word was a command.

“Writhe.”

Dreams began to shake. She felt her body slowly twist, and her mind heard the word before her ears did. The red mass dropped from Twilight’s mouth, landing on her stomach. As Dreams began to rhythmically gyrate, she watched the mass in horror.

It whispered to her.

“Writhe.”

The fur on her stomach began to wave, bending away from the mass as it wriggled against her undulating body. Dreams felt something stretching under her skin where the mass was, and saw a bulge lifting up underneath her fur. As the red mass wriggled, it began to sink into her flesh. Long tendrils of raised flesh stretched under her fur. Against her will, her body writhed.

The princess forgotten, Dreams began to scream.

Twilight pressed her hips forward, feeling flesh part around her as she buried herself in the little pony. Its pussy was wet, and it undulated around her perfectly. Squeezing it around her member, she groaned. The little pony had stopped screaming hours ago, and now hardly even moaned as she held it tight against her chest.

She’d awoken from a strange and frightful dream, feeling oddly giddy and fresh. Her partner for the evening had been pinned underneath her, squirming and shifting in an impossibly alluring way. Twilight would never force a pony, but something about the way Dreams was moving had caused Twilight’s hooves to shake and her groin to burn.

Dreams had certainly wanted it earlier. If that wasn’t enough, Dreams at least hadn’t said no. While the screams had been loud, they hadn’t seemed directed at Twilight or her brand new long and smooth appendage that squirmed between her legs. It had felt simply heavenly when Twilight had pressed it against Dreams’ pussy lips. Twilight had been gentle at first, unsure of how Dreams would respond.

When Dreams hadn’t noticed, and instead simply screamed at her own bellybutton, Twilight simply forced it in.

All of it.

Twilight shuddered. She was almost paralyzed by how hot the inside of the little mare was. Almost enthralled by how deliciously Dreams quivered around her ever growing length. Almost obsessed with how when she coiled the length, Dreams’ insides stretched with her.

Twilight had kissed her then, utterly lost in the rush of passion. She pressed her face over Dreams’ terrified scream and silenced her by covering her with a large and enveloping maw. He tongue plugged Dreams’ open mouth, licking and pressing deeper down Dream’s throat as the guard gurgled around the undulating appendage. The little mare had her entire snout trapped within Twilight’s suckling lips, and could no longer scream.

At first, the room had been nearly silent in the absence of the screaming, but soft wet noises slowly filled the void. The rhythmic thrust of Twilight’s new thing into Dream’s pretty little green pussy sloshed and sucked noisily as it grew wetter and more obscene. Everything else was more erratic. Twilight’s soft, but urgent moans grew in intensity as she held Dream’s snout captive in her lips. Dreams made snorting grunts as she tried to scream, only managing to inhale Twilight’s flesh and spittle. Even her constant squirming against the bed was causing the blankets to quietly shuffle underneath her.

The heat never seemed to relent, instead only growing as Twilight continued to thrust. Twilight had felt something building, but it wasn’t an orgasm, at least not like she knew. The feeling was focused in her new thing, a red hot energy that made it shiver and stretch on its own. As the sensation slowly grew, the burning only grew into a localized euphoria that made her fleshy organ feel better than anything she’d ever experienced.

Twilight had groaned loudly the first time Dreams came, the sudden erratic shaking and squirting from Dream’s pussy and brief pause in screaming had been the only indication of Dreams’ orgasm. Normally, Twilight would have given her lover a brief respite after their moment, but this time it only made Twilight need to fuck her harder. Dream’s tattered voice had grown dry, but her still gushing lower lips met Twilight’s thrusting just the same. Their flesh kissed, and naked skin slapped wetly as Twilight desperately ground into the still orgasming pussy.

Dreams’ legs kicked the air as Twilight let them go, relishing the body’s writhing as they fucked. Every undulating movement that Dreams made caused Twilight to fill with more need. She needed that mare wrapped around her thing, she needed to feel Dreams squirm and squirt and then squirm some more.

Magic lit up her horn as Twilight gave even further into her debauched need. She’d decided to help the guard relax so she would enjoy her coming string of orgasms. The spell ripped from her horn faster and more effective than her magic had been in years, causing Dreams to fall into silence and smile.

Twilight smiled back, never stopping her thrusting as she used the bottom part of her thing to wrap around Dreams’ clit. She squeezed it as she thrust, pulling the constantly moving pony into an embrace.

Dreams wriggled seductively as her pupils slowly shrunk to empty pinpricks, and her mouth hung open, completely slack. She didn’t even moan when she came.

Twilight’s smile widened as her eyes focused on the deliciously writhing torso underneath her. Her mind focused on the torso as it undulated. Nothing else mattered. Twilight groaned as she thrust deeply into the warm and wet quivering hole. It wriggled.

Whatever else it may have been didn’t matter anymore. From now on, all would writhe.

The thing underneath her writhed, and Twilight desperately redoubled her efforts to fuck it.

Soon it was just her. She didn’t know who she was, but it wasn’t important. There was only one feverish and consuming thought taking up the entirety of her mind. She frantically thrust into a quivering, squirting, brainless mass of flesh she’d found wrapped around her.

Everything writhed.

Nothing had ever been so wonderful.

Twilight woke up still feeling lethargic from her sleeping spell. All of her limbs were hard to move, and the world seemed far away somehow. As it all came into focus, she wondered if the spell had been worth it. The dreams she’d had were disturbing, to say the least.

Nervously, she glanced over at Dreams, noting that the guard was still sound asleep.

Regardless of strange dreams, it was time to raise the sun. Carefully, Twilight nudged her sleeping bedmate.

“Time to wake up, sexy.”

Dreams shook awake slowly, then her eyes shot open. They were bloodshot and her pupils were writhing. She screamed.

Twilight jumped out of bed, startled by the shriek, and almost slipped in a red pool of fluid. Glancing down in panic, her nostrils flared when she smelled blood. The floor began to squirm under her hooves as the blood formed into a multitude of wriggling masses that slowly crawled up her legs.

Twilight fought back at first, stomping and scraping it off her until one touched her snout, causing her to remember.

This was magic. This was life.

Twilight opened her mouth for the writhing, wriggling bloody mass of tendrils.

They tasted like thick wet iron as they crawled down her eager and willing throat.

Twilight woke up again, this time sweating, and glancing about the room nervously. Her horn buzzed painfully, causing a slight headache. Her eyes were puffy and swollen half shut. Dreams was standing over her saying something, but Twilight couldn’t hear. She just looked around the room in a paralyzed panic.

“Princess? Are you okay?”

Twilight blinked, remembering the horrifying things that had happened to her. Was it over? She opened her mouth, tasting the air.

It tasted of iron.

“Princess, it’s time to raise the sun.” Dreams was looking frustrated.

Twilight blinked again, taking a breath as realization came crashing into her. It was the sleep spell. It had caused her to have nightmares. This was real. She squinted, suspiciously at Dreams.

Real enough so far.

“Princess, do I need to get a doctor?” Concern was plastered on Dreams’ face.

Twilight slowly shook her head. “No… “ Her voice was dry and raspy. “I’m fine.”

Dreams didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure?”

Twilight nodded. “Bad reaction to a sleep spell. Water, please…”

Dreams slipped off the bed, and quickly made her way to the bathroom to fill a cup.

Twilight watched her swishing tail. That little mare sure was sexy with the way she moved. Twilight had fun playing with her last night, and even now wouldn’t mind slipping her thing back into that juicy pussy while she screamed and…

Writhed…

Twilight hung her head off the side of the bed, and retched.

Dreams came back quickly with a cup in hoof and watching Twilight carefully. “Some spell.”

“Ugh… Yeah… Never again…” Twilight looked back at Dreams, and imagined her squirming. The thought brought a warmth to her marehood. Twilight hadn’t had a sexual dream in a long time. She wished this one hadn’t been so disturbing. She’d otherwise enjoy the image in her head. Carefully, she took the glass in her magic, and decided to risk it.

She sipped it slowly, washing the thick iron taste back down her throat while Dreams continued to watch her.

“Are you sure you don’t need a doc? That’s seems a little worse than a hangover. Your eyes are looking worse than bloodshot.” Dreams frowned, then stepped closer with more concern. “Actually, Princess…”

Twilight downed her water, wiping her mouth with her hoof. “Yes?” She looked at Dreams, locking gazes with the little mare.

Dreams focused on Twilight intently. “I think… no… Your eyes are definitely glowing. Just slightly red.”

Twilight dropped the glass, letting it shatter as she waited for the floor to turn into blood, or Dreams to start shrieking.

Neither happened, but she also didn’t wake up.

The tests were conclusive. She had new magic—lots of it. Enough that she could feed it into the world and make a measurable difference. Enough that it mattered.

She stared at the letter, unsure of what to think. She’d had Dreams tested as well. The earth pony was brimming with as much magic as an archmage. Twilight let her now apparently glowing eyes drift out the window.

She cautiously approached it and listened to the city. It was alive, as always. The carts traveled. The doors slammed shut. Joe was hawking donuts. A thief had stolen somepony’s bits. A cat meowed. The children played.

Twilight leaned out the window, letting her senses focus on them.

They played. The foals played.

And nothing haunted her.

Almost startled, she stepped away from the window. Something had changed last night. So far, it had only affected herself and Dreams. But it was something. It was a glimmer of possibility. Their odds of survival had gone from zero to something.

Twilight started to smile, closing her eyes and reaching with her newfound magic into the dead earth.

Deep below the surface, hidden within the corpse of their world, she felt it.

It felt her probing magic, and It writhed.