Corruption is Magic

Falling on to my bed I mentally groan. What is happening to me? Not even a month ago I would never have imagined myself doing things like I have done here. Placing a tired hand upon my chest I rub the new shirt I earned and also the now much larger feeling of corruption now gripping my entire rib cage area. The feeling of a constant dull warmth ebbing in my chest has now set in. I would be lying to myself if I said it wasn’t pleasant but I know this feeling is wrong and means something bad. Today’s earlier events are a clear indication of that… I totally and utterly lost myself due to this corruption. The thought of what I did to the succubus, that I learned later is named Beryl on our trip back home from the village, both churns my stomach but also makes my heart race.

There was no love in what I did, no intimacy… just passion and desire. Like a succulent treat, this corruption has lured me time and time again into these situations which end with me getting more corrupt but not enabling me to master it and control it. There is also the fact that I felt almost compelled to resist giving up the corruption as payment. What would Celestia do in a situation like this? Who am I kidding, she’s too amazing to end up in a situation like this. She probably would have this world cleaned up in ten seconds flat. I let out a chuckle at my unintentional use of Rainbow Dash’s catchphrase. As I chuckle however, a tight ache weighs on my chest. I miss my friends, I wonder what they are doing right now… are they still looking for me… or have they given up by now? Feeling tears begin to fall down my face I wipe them away and take a deep breath. Crying won’t do anything… I need to be strong and form a step by step plan to get home.

Sitting up I light my horn with my magic and bring my writing equipment from the reading area of my home to me. I need to become queen to get home, in order to do that I need corruption but corruption is inherently hard to handle. It’s at this point in my thought that I recollect something Gomra mentioned to me about corruption. That being that it is power here. Testing out if I could harness this corruption somehow couldn’t be too bad of a start to this. Standing up from my bed I start by seeing if any of my base magical abilities have changed at all. After some teleports, tests on magical feats of strength and endurance I determine that everything has remained normal. With minor sweat forming on my brow I turn my focus on my dark magic. Though the rush of power after calling forth the vile magic is good it’s nothing new. It's all just the same as before though a bit weaker as dark magic is fueled by negative emotions and I’m not that plentiful in that at the moment. Sure my sadness and grief of missing my friends and family works, it doesn't have the power like… back then.

Grumbling, I kick the floor lightly as I think about any other options to test before I toss in the towel right now. Pacing back and forth as I ponder, I rack my brain on this puzzle. Corruption is a thing that loves to stay with the user and make them do things. It’s definitely good at that, it also likely is what enables the plant’s here to do their transformation effects. So it is quite powerful because magic like that isn’t even possible back in Equestria. That must mean it’s a magical wellspring that the effects the plants have draw from. I just need a tap.

Pausing my pacing I feel as if a Lightbulb has lit up in my mind. “Dark magic draws off the negative emotion in a person. What if Corruption draws from the more… primal emotions?” I ask myself aloud. Dark magic typically taints one's mind. Base magic comes from one's soul. That’s it! I happily cry out in my mind as I connect the dots. Corruption is a magic of the body and taint’s the body, I need to use my body as the tap to get at the Corruption in me. Putting my writing equipment down after I finish writing down my theory. Wait… if I’m right, would that mean I would need to… be aroused to be able to tap into this magic? Gulping I bite my lip as I feel an internal struggle takes place in my mind. On one hand it likely wouldn’t be that hard, I do have… things I could remember back to in order to get aroused. On the other hand though, I have no idea how it could react if it does end up working. Every other time I have gotten like that I ended up losing control.

I mean, it is just me here so… it would just end in me… masterbating. Grumbling as I itch my hair with both hands I internally curse whatever sick deity made this form of magic. Slouching and letting my hands fall to my sides I resign myself to at least try it for science. Not wanting to ruin my new clothes I slip my clothes off and neatly fold them and place them on my bed. Okay, test time. I close my eyes and begin to recall my time with Gelfree. Slowly I feel my arousal climb as I remember the sweet soft moans and the desire I felt. All the wet noises and the movements she made as I made her get closer and closer to orgasm. Shaking my head I recenter my focus and notice that my penis has gotten big but not fully hard. Okay, now or never. Taking a deep breath I focus on the feeling of the swirling corruption in my chest and attempt to feel out the corruption to see if I can interweave it with my magic. A few minutes pass and nothing happens as I attempt to use minimal magic to telekinetically lift myself. Not seeing progress I poke around the feeling a bit more. When I try to connect to my desire and passion I felt in that moment with Gelfree it feels as if the corruption in me is just sand slipping through my fingers.

I want to harness this power, I will need it if I will have any chance to become Queen and go home. I mentally plead not expecting a response. “Don’t lie to yourself.” I hear almost as a whisper all around me making my eyes snap open. That voice… It almost sounded like… me? “You always loved power. That’s why you adored your teacher.” Looking around I find no trace of where the voice is coming from. No, that’s wrong. I love Celestia because of her kindness and generosity and so many other reasons. “But there are ponies who are just as if not more kind or generous. She isn’t special because of that, it’s because of her power and status.” The voice purrs almost as if it was in my right ear. No. “You loved getting the power of the Elements because it made you the leader. You want control.”

“No!” I cry out feeling my breathing getting heavier.

“You could have let someone else be the star at any point. Let Rainbow take charge on an adventure but you never offered, did you?” The voice of myself declares in a loud dominating tone.

“I… I don’t want power.” say grabbing the sides of my head as my body is gripped by panic.

“Don’t worry though, wanting power and control is normal.” The voice says tenderly as if behind my back. “You have always wanted to be the center of attention since you lacked it for so long growing up. Who would fault you for taking it where you can.”

“Attention…”

“Yes, you always wanted it. What better kind of attention is there than that which provides pleasure.”

“I want…”

“Yes.” The voice purrs.

“I want to-”

“Feel-”

“Desired-”

“And to-”

“Feel pleasure.” I sigh happily as I feel my heart race at the thought. I want it. “I will become Queen.” I sigh as I slowly rise from my slouched position and slide my left hand down to my hip and lower my other down so I can test my chin on my palm and place my index finger on my bottom lip. The feeling of a new power being at my beckon call keeps me in a state of arousal due to the amount of pleasure coursing through my very veins.

“Mm, I feel so… good~.” I moan as I look down to my fully at attention cock, Droplets of pre forming at its tip. Licking my lips I take the finger on my lip and whip the pre off and take the finger into my mouth licking it clean. The taste is salty and not like anything I have tasted before but it's oh so good. Taking a glance over to the Alchemical set I see a glimpse of my reflection and see the purple and black bubbling mist coming out of my eyes has gained a pinkish red color to it. I shoot myself a wink then turn to my clothes I folded up. Oh, those won’t do… after all, my body is the best expression of myself. Why should I cover it up?