Corruption is Magic

Groaning, I open my eyes and front as I feel my senses come back to me. I blink as I roll on to my back from on my stomach. The world is spinning around me as I lay there getting my bearings. Feeling my vision and senses stabilize I peer down to the floor and am greeted to the sight of purple chunks of fur lighting in a puddle that I can only assume is my sweat. Looking at my body I notice that though it is purple like my fur was, my entire body has become barren of any fur leaving the only hair on my body being my mane and tail.

“Well then… I guess that worked… though I don’t think I’m ever doing that again.” I sigh. Getting to my feet I wobble a bit from still being slightly out of it. I need help… The effects of drinking two potions is still boiling in my blood. I mentally groan as I rub my burning chest. Thankfully the sensation of being burned alive has subsided after my bout of unconsciousness but I can’t be sure it won’t return.

Wobbling I stagger over to the hall to the hatch. I need someone to talk to, Gomra? No… I don’t want to be seen by Gelfree, especially in this state. Beryl, she can help. I mentally conclude before charging my horn. The distance is significant but if I incorporate corruption power I should be able to get to the village. Taking a deep breath I concentrate on the village's location and begin to channel my magic. With a flash I cast the spell and feel myself get sent to my location but as I arrive at the village I feel the tell tale signs of having expended too much magic wrack my brain. Stumbling, I steady myself on the building I appeared beside.

“Well that sure is quite the entrance.” I hear a jolly voice say, making me look over to the speaker. What I see before me is a man with pale white skin and a fine black suit on. “Tell me my dear, Are you perhaps feeling I’ll. You seem a bit unsteady there.” He says as if it wasn’t obvious I felt like garbage. Honestly he looks like an Incubus so I won’t even acknowledge him. Walking away without saying a word he doesn't so much as make a noise of annoyance. After much effort and nearly falling on my face a few times I get to the clothing store and throw open the door causing the Succubus who was mid flight with her leathery wings to come crashing to the ground. “Have you never heard of being gentle when-” She rants till her eyes land on me as I finally fall to my knees at the door.

“I need… Help.” I mutter just loud enough for her to come running to my aid.

“Sweetie what the hell happened?” she cries as she grabs onto my arm and puts it behind her neck to help lift me to my feet. The fire in my chest is growing ever so slightly.

“I drank three potions.” I grunt trying to grit my teeth and fight the pain off.

“You didn’t drink them all at once did you?” She squeaks as she gets me to the back of the shop and plops me on a velvet sofa. “What am I going to do with you… Let me lock my door and I’ll get you something to sooth the Corruption.” She soothingly says before running off as fast as she can. Looking down to my chest I mentally chuckle a bit. I’m entirely naked, I guess she got what she wanted. I joke to myself, making me smile for a short time before another wave of pain hits me.

Beryl arrives back to my side quickly and checks my temperature by placing her hand on my forehead. “You are definitely hot, even for me.” She comments before getting up and going off to someplace. “How long ago did you drink those three potions?” She calls out to me. How long had I been out? It couldn’t have been more than a few hours.

“I’m not sure… I passed out after a bit. Couldn’t have been more than a few hours.” Hearing her mutter something in another Language I hear her hoof-like feet hit the floor as she hurriedly comes back to me with a mug in her hands.

“Drink this.” She softly says as she holds the mug to my lips and tilts it so I can drink. The smell is fruity and soothing and the liquid feels almost as if it were cool. Taking gulp after gulp I felt my chest become somewhat numb along with anywhere the corruption reached out to in its current state. Feeling the last of the liquid leave the mug and into my mouth I take the last gulp of the liquid. Beryl taking the mug away looks at me in anticipation. “I’m better… not a hundred percent but I’m better.” I sigh, finally getting reprieve from the onslaught of pain.

“Good, you better have learned your lesson missy.” Beryl grubles as she looks daggers at me. “What the hell were you thinking drinking three potions at the same time.” She chastises me with crossed arms.

“I just wanted to see what doing it would cause, when I grew my dick I felt so good… I figured it would be about the same but better.”

“Did your mother never teach you that too much of a good thing is bad for you.” She grumbles, her foot tapping on the floor in agitation. “Look, I’m happy you are getting in to experimenting and finding what you like in terms of transformations and the like… I however will personally kick your tush if you go and do something like that again. Ice, I’ll have you know, is very expensive and hard to get.”

“Wait, ice?” I ask in confusion.

“Ya, the only thing that can help relax Corruption when it has been frenzied. And before you ask… Too much corruption consumption at once causes that. Potions because they have been distilled have decent amounts of corruption but the transformations effects eat up a lot of that corruption leaving the rest to build up your corruption wellspring. Now taking many potions before the effects begin and end will cause the corruption to grow and magnify further thanks to one another. Think of it as a kind of loop.”

“Wait so each potion magnifies the other continuously. Causing it to grow exponentially? Then the Ice stops that kind of thing?”

“Well not exactly. It makes corruption slow down and your body that isn’t used to the corruption yet views the frenzied corruption expanding in you as waste and so your body gets rid of it through sweat.” That explains the pool beneath me and the fever.

“So basically thanks to the ice my body can handle the rest?”

“With a few days of bed rest and keeping your Corruption slowed down with ice.” She says with a nod. “I have some you can take. I made it into fruit cocktails for when I’m off work and want to relax. You can take two of my containers I have stored away… You, however, are going to go back to your house and rest right after that, missy.”

Giving her a nod I get up as she walks back to where she went to get the drink and comes back with a metal container that gives off a shimmering white mist as she walks to me. “Careful. It is cold.” I gently grab the container and feel the chill of the metal nip at my fingers.

“Thank you, so much Beryl.”

“Don’t mention it Sweetie. I couldn’t in good conscience let you go through that.”

“Well, I’ll pay you back for this next time around in good health.”

“Oh none of that. I won’t take even a sliver of payment for this.” She says with a wave of her hand. “Now shoo, you need to get home and rest, you.” She happily says as she guides me to the front of the shop and to the door.

“Are you sure I can’t pay you?”

“Oh Twilight, I do love your desire to pay me back for this but really I’m sure. What are friends for if they can’t help each other out.” I smile as I look at the Succubus. She really is like her, isn’t she. Wiping a few small tears from my eyes I clear my throat.

“Thank you Beryl.”

“Any time Sweetie.” She happily says as I open the unlocked door and see outside, my heart leaping as I realize I am still naked. I have to walk through the streets naked… I have walked through the streets naked… oh Goddesses. I mentally cry as I look back to Beryl who has turned her gaze to my rear.

“Hey.” I say making her jump. “It’s alright if you grab it once or twice.” I teasingly say, this causes her to flap her lips like a fish out of water. Smirking, I take a deep breath and walk out into the busy streets. My face quickly grows furiously hot as I attract looks and I feel people grab me much more than when I was last here. Focus Twilight, Focus. I need to get home. I think as I speed up my walking but from the corner of my eye I see down a street I’m passing the familiar face of the man who spoke to me when I teleported to the Village, the worst part is it was as if he knew I was coming and was looking right at me as I walked.

“Oi, you slut.” I hear moments before something solid hits the back of my head, staggering forward I drop the container and grip the back of my now throbbing head. Wettnes coats my fingers and I pull my hand away as the area that’s hurt spikes with a stinging feeling. Turning around I look for who or what hurt me and see something that sends my heart plummeting. The Incubus, the one from back when I was attacked. He stood there with two feminine creatures behind him, in his hand a large stone the size of a small mellon, covering the stone is a bit of red. Blood, my blood… this fucker just bludgeoned me with a rock. “Ah, that’s definitely you.” He purrs as he looks me in the eyes.

“You crazy bastard, I thought I told you that I would make you wish you were dead next time you fucked with me.” I bark as my anger peaks.

“Oh you did but you had me by surprise then. This time though, I have yours.” He says making me laugh.

“You screwed up the surprise part.” I chuckle Reading my magic but am stopped when my head is ripped backwards by someone behind me. A large bear-like creature grips my horn and I look towards the Incubus as he runs his fingers through his jet black hair. His crimson eyes looked down at me in satisfaction. This bastard, what is he going to do? I kick my hooves out to try and hit him as I flail and try to hit the bear holding me.All these proof pointless as they hardly even effect them even after my muscle enhancements.

“Honestly? You call that your best? What, did you put all your time and effort into that there horn of yours?” He chuckles as he walks towards me, his naked body rubbing against me as he leans in to look me in the eyes inches away from my face. “You’re just a slut that will become my Cock sock.” He seductively whispers. I thrash around to try and get free and hit him but I don’t get anywhere with that. “Oh, still feisty I see. Don’t worry though… I’ll break you with time. For now though… how about I take that horn as a sign of my domination of you?” Oh hell no, I’m not fucking letting that happen. I stream in my head as I thrash around as much as I can while screaming at the top of my lungs in anger.

“Fuck off. Get away from me. Someone help!” I scream looking around but no one even bothers to look or if they do they don’t show any care for my well being. Fuck these people, why won’t they help?

“That’s it, cry more.” He purrs as he places the stone at the base of my horn. No, no, no, no. This isn’t happening. Celestia, Luna? Help me. I cry out internally asd he raises the stone and I squeeze my eyes shut. Then it happens. A hot searing pain shoots through my entire body and my brain aches as a sickening crunch reverberates through my skull. My horn… my beautiful horn has been struck and I can feel the horn is cracked and fragile but still attached to my head but before I can even let out a cry of anguish a second impact happens causing more crunching and snapping before a third strike completely breaks and severs my horn from my head causing me to fall to the ground in a heap. Tears freely flow from my eyes as I feel blood trickling from my head. Lifting a hand I feel where my horn used to be and choke on a sob as I feel the shattered broken base of my horn. Turning on to my side I see shards of violet bone that used to be my horn, with my shaking hands I reach out and grab the shards of my horn. I hear laughter come from the Incubus but I’m too focused on collecting the shards to care about him.

“This dumb bitch is trying to collect the bits that we left. What should I do with the end of the horn girls?”

“We should totally make it into a Dildo.” A girl says, I however have grabbed all the shards that are big and hold them tightly to my chest as I try to get up and flee. This however is short lived because as I get to my feet I feel something sharp dig into my calf. Crying out I fall back to the ground, looking back to what hurt me I look in horror at the fact my own horn is now jutting out of my leg as blood pours out from around it.

“I think I’ll make it into a weapon.” The Incubus Casually says as he reaches down and pulls my horn out of me.

“P-Please… Just let me go. I let you go.” I beg

“Oh I’m sorry, that seems like that was your mistake.” He chuckles.

“Hello there, I hope you don’t mind my sudden entrance to your current Debauchery.” I hear a man's voice say.

“Huh? Who the fuck are you.” The Incubus barks looking at whoever arrived, turning my gaze up to the person I saw standing down the street.

“Oh me? I’m just a traveler. Now then, you look to be in a right pickle my dear. I wouldn’t mind helping you though.” He smiles down at me as he crouches down to my level.

“Oh you think you're hot shit and can take us on.” The Incubus laughs along with the bear person who roars with a joyous laugh.
“I can help you, You need help right?” He asks me.

“Help… I need help.” I cry. Nodding he offers his hand to me, the hand is writhed in dark magic and had power ebbing off it.

“I’ll happily help, but in return I want you to become my student.” Student, he wants to teach me things? I have no idea what it would be but anything is better than suffering and being used by this fuck. Taking my hand not holding bits of my horn I shake his hand and feel a strange feeling within me as the magic around his hand connects to my heart and mind feeling as if we are bound together. “Good, now gentlemen.” He happily says as he gets to a standing position. An underlying sinister tone to his voice as he speaks. “You wanted a fight right?” The Incubus looks at the man in the suit who steps over me and gets between the Incubus and I.

“Guess I have to show you your place.” The Incubus chuckles as he cracks his neck. Raising a fist the Incubus makes to punch the man in the suit but stops before he can even swing. A grunt of pain comes from the Incubus as he stumbles backwards. From the man's hand a black, tentacle-like appendage is coming out and extends to where the Incubus once stood.

“Oh, my apologies. I didn’t think you were so light. I thought for sure you would be able to take that.” He chuckles as he lifts his hand, the tentacle retracting back into his pale hand. “I guess I am rusty.” Getting to his feet the Incubus growls as his teeth grind.

“Bercer, Get him.” The Incubus yells and the Bear person launches forward at the man in the suit but is stopped when four tentacles burst forth from the man and grip the bear person.

“Ah, come now. Brute force isn’t how you fight.” The man chuckles as he turns his head and looks at me. “Why don’t you sleep for now Dear. I have some trash to deal with.” He happily explains as I feel my eyelids grow heavy. Ya, sleep sounds good… so… good…