An Endless Forest

Chapters

Chapter 1: Dark Beginnings
Chapter 2: Two-Spirited
Chapter 3: A Goddess Falls Further
Chapter 4: Intimacy and Matrimony
Chapter 5: An Exotic Guest

Chapter 1: Dark Beginnings

The Everfree was a harrowing place, teeming with monsters, predators, and wildlife that saw most ponies as suitable prey. Few dared to enter, even fewer lived within its confines, and apart from the occasional zebra near its edges, none lingered long in its depths.

Miles of forest, with countless threats along the way, made it foolish for a pony—or even a dragon—to venture far within. Yet, for those with the right mix of bravery or preparedness, it could serve as a suitable home.

For Fenris and his scheme, it was the perfect location.

Trotting through the brush, Fenris eyed the entrance to a cave. Though it appeared mundane, the cave was vast inside, sprawling over a mile in depth with numerous tunnels branching deeper. It was the ideal home for him and the perfect site to enact the plan he had been scheming for the past few years.

Gently reaching a hoof out, he tapped the air before him. It rippled in response, magical sparks dancing across it in waves. For him, he saw right through it, but for the extraordinarily uncommon passerby, it’d look like nothing more than a wall of stone climbing up towards the mountain.

The illusionary wall was intricate, one of his own design, and displayed a gnarled path up to the mountain. Littered with thorns, rubble, and more, even if somepony was confident in considering an option to climb up the mountain, it’d look like a perilous journey to them. The odds of anypony coming this deep into the Everfree were low, but with the careful planning he had put into the illusion, the odds of them finding him were even lower.

A sufficient illusion, and one that’d leave him undisturbed. It’s exactly what he wanted—for now. He had toiled within this cave for the better half of a year, finally leaving civilization to fully indulge himself in his cursed rituals.

Glancing down, Fenris eyed his scarf. Dark, purple runes shimmered within its seams, radiating with dark magic across every inch. It was a tool of his own design, dating back to when he was only a teenager. Roaming around the Crystal Empire, he had stumbled across one of Sombra’s shattered horns. Ever cautious, he had wrapped his hoof in his dainty, mundane scarf.

Though when he made contact with that horn, an intense burst of magic had been unleashed. He barely recalled the events, waking up in the snow a few minutes later, but what he was able to remember was that the horn was gone, and that boring scarf of his was floating in the air.

An unexpected but welcome way of creating a magic artifact, it had since been his most valuable possession. Nigh indestructible, and giving him powers comparable to Sombra if not beyond that, it was a formidable item. The very same item that let him dive into the Everfree’s depths without a worry in the world.

Stepping through the wall, Fenris felt a shudder course down his spine as he passed through its arcane barrier. His wings ruffled instinctively at his sides. A pegasus with magic was an anomaly in Equestria, and his body wasn't naturally attuned to the arcane forces. His enchanted scarf, drawing on his life force instead of any inherent mana, was his only conduit to magic—because he had no natural reserves to draw from.

Despite this, his understanding of magic, particularly the dark arts, was profound. Through painstakingly woven spells, he had long ago mastered the art of stealth, allowing him to infiltrate the Canterlot archives. There, he had pilfered nearly every tome on forbidden sorcery. His scholarly inclinations meshed perfectly with the sinister tools at his disposal, enabling him to delve deeply into his shadowy pursuits.

You see, most ponies in Equestria were good. Caring, well-meaning, friendly, the list frankly went on. Though Fenris never had much interest in those aspects of Equestria, at least not after his scarf came into the picture. The thing about dark magic was that it certainly got to you. The power, the corruption, and more—it was a near guaranteed path towards a metaphorical “dark side.” Loathsome and dramatic as the term was, he knew it was true.

Fenris, however, had not resisted this transformation. On the contrary, he had embraced it with open wings. He had always been rather dubious in his morals, especially back when he was a teenager, and he was more than happy to allow the scarf’s influence to twist that into the wretched mindset he carried with him today.

Trotting through the cavern, he surveyed around him. Books lined the walls, carefully stacked and arranged by author, edition, and finally alphabetically. He wasn’t too anal about organization, but he did prefer to have things easily accessible. Torches illuminated the interior, stretching from the entrance all the way to the extent of his vision, ignited by dark magic to ensure they remained lit for as long as possible. Various tables, alchemy kits, and more were dotted about, all containing materials he had been using for his studies.

In the center of the cavern, a group of timberwolves lay resting. As he approached, their ears twitched, and they raised their heads to acknowledge his presence. Typically hostile creatures, they were now under his control, thanks to the curse he had bestowed upon himself.

The very curse he was excited to finalize today.

Pausing briefly to acknowledge each of his pets, Fenris moved toward an intricately designed marking on the ground. It flickered with a purple glow, the lines brimming with dark magic. The geometric figure, the product of months of study, relied on precise measurements down to the exact inch. Though it was all worthwhile if he could enhance his power.

His curse, one of his own design, had been willingly given to himself by himself. It was one of a kind, and it had endless applications. Providing him the ability to enter a timber form, in turn becoming a timber pony, there were several beneficial aspects of it.

The big one was immortality, regarding age—as he was unfortunately aware that he could indeed still be harmed. Another benefit was that it didn’t change his appearance all too much, only adding a wooden lining to his wings, ears, and armor-like pieces on his hooves. Thirdly, it made him a fair bit bigger and exponentially stronger. The only real downside was that it wasn’t able to fulfill his plan, but today that part was going to change.

Placing his scarf at the center of the sigil, Fenris settled beside it. Closing his eyes, he focused on channeling its energy into him, beginning a transformation he was all too familiar with. Slowly, wood began to form on his body, growing and intertwining, an intense purple light engulfing his entire figure. In seconds, with a burst of energy, he now sat in the same place but looked noticeably different.

He moved with purpose, igniting candles at the edge of the rune. Each time a flame flickered to life, his scarf flashed with color. As he lit the last candle, small waves of electricity crackled through the indents of the sigil. He watched them carefully, nodding in satisfaction as he prepared to initiate a process he had been dreaming of for months.

The air around him grew heavy with anticipation, the dark magic within the sigil pulsing in response to his presence. His heart raced as he chanted the incantations he had painstakingly memorized. Each word seemed to resonate within the cavern, amplifying the energy that crackled through the runes.

The transformation he sought was ambitious, even for someone with his expertise in the dark arts. He felt the magic coursing through him, intertwining with his essence. The candles flickered and dimmed as the energy within the sigil grew more intense, illuminating the cavern with a haunting, otherworldly glow.

Electricity coursed through his body in relentless waves, each one making him wince. The sigil's glow intensified, filling the air with the oppressive energy of dark magic. The wood on his body began to radiate, the grooves between the planks channeling the magic like a river of molten light. His scarf twitched and fidgeted, suddenly shooting up into the air.

Wind swirled around the sigil, picking up speed and forming a miniature tornado of black and purple hues, created not by nature but by the arcane forces at play. Despite his increased strength in this form, Fenris struggled within the whirlwind, barely holding his ground.

He knew the risks of this ritual and what came next. Glancing upwards, he watched his scarf dive toward him. Always a familiar companion, it now appeared sinister and threatening.

The scarf, now a serpent of writhing energy, crackled with malevolent intent. Fenris braced himself as it wrapped tightly around him, binding him in a cocoon of magic. Pain seared through him, relentless and excruciating. He gritted his teeth, refusing to scream, his body trembling under the assault.

A more insidious assault raged within his mind. Voices whispered dark temptations, urging him to surrender to the overwhelming power. Shadows danced at the edges of his vision, trying to seep into his thoughts and cloud his judgment. Fenris clenched his jaw, fighting back against the encroaching madness.

Every fiber of his being screamed for release, to give in and let the dark magic consume him, but he resisted, drawing on the strength of his will. His thoughts were a battleground, flashes of his former self battling the new, darker impulses that sought to dominate him. With sheer determination, he forced the voices into silence, holding on to his sense of self amidst the storm of arcane fury.

Warranted fear indeed, as the scarf coiled around his neck, tightened, and began to choke him. He had anticipated this, worried about it for days. The ritual had a very specific requirement. To tune a curse to one's desires, the creator must endure a trial, one that would nearly make him perish. For most, it would indeed lead to their demise.

He could only pray he was not among the many who failed, as he concentrated on the spell. Surges of pain shot through his nerves as the arcane lightning weaving through the sigil continued to funnel into him. He sputtered and spat from the scarf's grip, fearing it might crush his windpipe. If that happened, he would have only himself to blame.

He pushed through the agonizing pain dancing within his very nerves, his vision gradually blurring as the intensity of the ordeal deepened with every second. Minutes felt like hours, each second drawn out to highlight every excruciating millisecond.

The air flowing to his lungs steadily decreased, and Fenris's chest screamed for relief. The world spun, his vision blurred, and though his senses grew numb, the pain only deepened. Reality became a blur as whispers and voices spoke to him through the scarf. Bit by bit, the world grew blurrier until he felt everything cave in and sank into the abyss of unconsciousness.

Fenris stirred, feeling his fur damp with what he initially thought was sweat, but upon his movement he felt ripples. Fluttering his eyes open, he stared up at an endless sky, the cosmos shimmering clear as day before him. Stars, even whole galaxies, were in view, an unending tapestry of beauty before him.

He shifted, hearing the water splash around him. Glancing down, he noted he waded in at most ankle deep water. It reflected the sky, making the water act as a mirror for the beauty above. He shook himself off, surveying his surroundings.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing besides water extending to the horizon. There wasn’t a sound besides his own breathing and rippling water, and the scent in the air was faintly sweet. He wondered if he died and was sent to some kind of beautiful hell. An eternity in Tartarus was something he certainly deserved for what he had been planning, but a prison of such beauty wasn’t one he’d expect.

“You have to enact your plan to deserve any form of punishment for it.”

Fenris’ ear twitched, as he whirled around. Staring back at him was an entity. Covered in a veil of mist, he couldn’t pinpoint their exact appearance. From the voice, he knew it was a mare, but besides that he had nothing to work off of.

“Who are you?” he inquired, looking her up and down. “Where am I?”

She chuckled. “Ah, let me clear things up for you.” She waved a hoof before herself, and in an instant the fog masking her dissipated. “Better I take it?”

Fenris’ eyes went wide, looking at the mare before him. Her gaze held the countless stars of the universe in them; a long, dark mane flowed down her body, the occasional flicker of magic dancing through it; her coat was some form of misty blue, one that Fenris couldn’t pinpoint.

Though Fenris had a certain way of looking at mares—this unknown one was no different. Tracking his eyes up, he drank in the size of her flank. Even from the front, her rump was clear as day, a testament to how thick her pillowy derrière was bound to be. Even as she stepped towards him, he noted the subtle jiggle it carried, as her wide hips swayed with her motions.

“Eager, aren’t we?” she remarked, following where his gaze went. “I know your plan. I know what powers you wish to acquire from me. Sadly for you, using those powers to conquer me is not on the menu.” She smirked, bouncing her rump a bit. “Though I don’t mind the attention~”

Fenris recoiled, listening to the mare see right through him. “You know my intentions? The reason behind my desire to empower my curse?”

She nodded. “That is why you wished to contact me, is it not? To fulfill your desire for power.” She shot him a wink. “A sinful desire, rather, an evil one, but one that is possible.” She eyed him closely. “One that is as devilish as it is creative, I must admit.”

Her notion at the chance of things being possible piqued Fenris’ interest further. “You know my intentions, you know my goal, but you’ve yet to give me anything about you.” He narrowed his gaze at her. “I ask again, who are you?”

“You may call me Arcana,” she replied, bowing gracefully. “The creator of Exitiabilis, or as you common ponies call it, dark magic.”

Fenris was floored, finding the notion hard to believe. “You seriously expect me to-“

“Your name is Fenris Ebonyglow,” Arcana sharply retorted. “You are twenty four, were born in a small town outside Manehattan, or at least you think, as that’s where ponies found you when you were left at their doorstep. You spent your formative years bouncing around foster homes, never finding one that clicked.” She rolled her eyes. “Need I go on? It’s all a bit cliché, no? Such a troubled past leading you to such an evil goal.”

Finding his dismissal of her claim to be proven wrong, Fenris sighed. “The factors of what brought me here are unimportant. What does matter is what I’ve come to ask.”

“My, my! Once again, eager…aren’t we?” Arcana chidded. “If you choose this path, there is no going back.” She pursed her lip. “You know there’s another you in a different reality.” She pulled up a small portal, casting a vision through it. “A good pony. One that found a lover.” She gestured to the portal, pointing at a mare. “That pink one there. She’s quite the catch you know. Going down this path abandons any chance of ever finding this life as well.”

Fenris glanced at the mirror, scoffing. “Am I meant to care for that?” He turned away from the vision. “I threw aside that possibility moons ago.” He glared back at Arcana, as a wicked smile split his muzzle. “Plus, if I exist there, that means that mare exists also here. I’ll just claim her when I find her.”

“Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Arcana’s soft smile warped into a malicious sneer, as dark magic began to crackle around her. The air began to swirl, the water morphing into an intense current, and the stars above began to be eclipsed by a dark shroud that blacked out the sky. Only the light of Arcana’s magic illuminated the void.

Surprised by the sudden shift in her tone, Fenris took a step back, but didn’t retreat. Standing his ground, he watched as Arcana surged magic into herself, shifting the space around them both as it began to warp and twist.

“You will make a fine champion. The successor to the seeds I planted all those moons ago,” she growled, extending a foreleg. “Surpassing that failed King I once bestowed my power to.”

Fenris watched as she guided her hoof towards him, tensing as she drew near. Wincing for a moment as her hoof pressed against his chest, he felt a jolt of power enter him. It felt as if his heart stopped for a moment, before a wave of warmth danced through his body.

“You have what you desire.”

In an instant, Arcana returned back to normal. The same soft smile on her countenance as she looked up at Fenris.

He blinked wildly. “That’s it? So you mean…”

“The method you wish to enslave ponies with, to spread your corruption, is now yours to abuse.” A flicker of malice filled her eyes. “A method I hope you abuse to the fullest.”

Fenris eyed her, feeling an intense rush of power. “But is it exactly as I wanted?”

“To the extent of my power, yes,” Arcana replied. “I gave you nearly a quarter of my strength. Your magic and influence is exponentially superior to what it was before.”

A devious idea filled Fenris’ mind, as he licked his lips. “So what’s stopping me from testing my new power against you, hmm?”

“The prospect of turning me into a mindless broodmare?” Arcana giggled. “Well, isn’t that just adorable.”

Fenris wasn’t amused. “With a flank like yours, what reason do I have to not make you my first conquest?~”

“Well, it’s simple really!” Arcane nonchalantly replied.

“How so?” Fenris tested.

A brief pause followed, as Arcana tilted her head and smiled further. “Because I’d tear you limb from limb if you even dared to genuinely try it.”

Fenris froze, an intense weight falling upon his chest as he felt the mere aura of Arcana’s power. In the flick of a wrist she could obliterate him, he could literally feel the notion of such a thing occurring. Clearing his throat, he took a step back and bowed in apology.

“O-Of course…”

Arcana smirked. “You know, I could force you to call me Mistress like I did with that whelp Sombra, but you’re different, aren’t you?~” She eyed Fenris up and down again. “You have potential. You might actually succeed.”

Fenris couldn’t help but adorn a cocky grin. “And once I gain enough power, I’ll come back and claim you as well~”

The remark was a risky one, but one that worked. For the faintest moment, Arcana’s confidence faded, but was back within the blink of an eye. Fenris knew he’d grow stronger, after all, since Arcana fulfilled his curse to the exact desire, every pony he enslaved would add to his strength.

“We will see about that, mortal,” Arcana seethed, unable to hide the small hint of excitement from the prospect of an actual challenge. “But for now…”

She leaned forward, placing a kiss on his forehead. Before Fenris knew it, he was sinking into the sea, falling perpetually into nothingness. He glanced back, seeing a small light break through the black sea. It was a rift in space that showed the cave he called home. He quickly pieced together that Arcana was sending him back to reality, eager to dismiss him and send him on his path of destruction. Throwing his attention back to her, he saw her faintly in the distance, waving at him before uttering a parting word.

“Happy hunting~”

Chapter 2: Two-Spirited

Author's Note

Contents: Mind Control, Dubious Consent

Chapter Art: BeardieArts
OCs belong to Beardie as well.

Chapter 2: Two-Spirited

“Might I ask why you’re dragging us out into this loathsome forest?”

Pushing aside some low hanging branches, Hyra grimaced at the voice speaking to her internally. “Alsephina, the Everfree is barely explored. The chances of finding treasures or long forgotten ruins are abundant!”

“Have you forgotten why ponies don’t tread into these parts?” Alsephina grumbled from within Hyra’s mind.

“Sounds to me like a former god is getting all huffy over a few rumors,” Hyra chided, earning a scoff from Alsephina. “C’mon, it’s not like we haven’t been around worse!”

Alsephina grumbled, unable to stop her companion. Although she could manifest into her own physical form, taking the shape of a griffon, she preferred not to trudge through the gnarled brush of the Everfree. Hyra, ever the enthusiastic archeologist, had leapt at the opportunity to explore the woods. The prospect of finding unknown artifacts or lost architecture seemed more than convincing enough for her to venture into the forest’s depths.

Alsephina, on the other hoof, was a different case entirely. Hundreds of moons ago, she had been an immortal god, a being of immense power and glory. Though, life dealt her a poor hoof, and with time she had crumbled from the top, all the way down to that of a commoner—a fall she was still coming to terms with. Initially, she inhabited Hyra as a companion and vessel to eventually restore her power, but the efforts proved fruitless. Much to Alsephina’s dismay, Hyra’s charisma was a touch too charming to resist.

She had regained some power since the day she met Hyra years ago, allowing herself to form a physical body now, alongside a few niche powers. But beyond that she wasn’t all too impressive. Sure, she had looks, looks she’d used to rope Hyra into lecherous escapades the earth pony often tried to avoid. Truth be told, she had grown fond of Hyra over the years, and in turn stayed by the pony’s side from there on out. They had a strong bond, strong enough to make Alsephina tolerate even the most ridiculous of Hyra’s antics.

“Yknow...” Alsephina cooed, causing Hyra to slow her trot.

Glancing back at nobody in particular, Hyra raised a brow. “I know that tone…what are you -“

“If we find a rather fetching bugbear, or even a timberwolf, I’m not too opposed to the idea of swaying you under a bit of my control and having one rut you~”

A deep blush spread across Hyra’s face, as she scrunched her muzzle. “Alsephina! Cut it out! You said you wouldn’t mess with my head again after that night at the bar!”

“A-ta-ta,” Alsephina tutted. “I said for a bit after the bar. It’s been a bit, hasn’t it?~”

“Alse! Seriously, cut it out!” Hyra retorted, glowering at the empty air behind her. “You’re lucky you’re not in your physical form right now, or I’d... I’d boop that beak of yours sohard!”

Alsephina chuckled. “Such a formidable threat. You have a former goddess quaking in her boots right now.”

“Haha, very funny! But seriously I am not -“

The sound of rustling bushes caught Hyra’s attention, causing her to pause entirely. Whirling her attention in the direction of the noise, she narrowed her gaze.

“What was that?”

Albeit not her proper, physical form, Alsephina could still view the world as an extension of Hyra. Focusing her gaze as well, she grumbled.

“I’m not seeing any - look out!”

Before Hyra could react, a looming figure burst from the bushes. Flying over them with wings outstretched, the figure landed on the ground behind them, kicking up a cloud of dust from the impact. Hyra coughed as the cloud enveloped her, hastily waving a hoof before her to clear it. Blinking wildly, she watched as a figure—no, a pony—came into view.

She was shocked at the sight, unsure if she had ever seen anything like it. It was a pegasus stallion, that much was obvious, but everything else about him was extraordinary. Wood lined the edges of his wings, his hooves were covered in timber that formed claws, and similar linings adorned his ears and part of his forehead. It was wholly unfamiliar, resembling an incredibly well-made Nightmare Night costume, yet everything on him appeared genuine.

“Woah! What are you?!” Hyra exclaimed. Covering her mouth, she cleared her throat. “S-Sorry, that was rude of me. Ahem, hi! I’m Hyra! What’s your name?”

“Fenris,” the stallion replied, shaking himself off and folding his wings at his sides. “I must be honest, I didn’t expect to find anypony out here,” he replied, smirking. “Lucky me~”

Alsephina couldn't suppress a grin. The subtle hint of lust in Fenris's voice was unmistakable. She had mentioned she’d be more than happy to see Hyra rutted today, especially for dragging her into the Everfree, and it seemed fate had delivered.

"Lucky you?" Hyra asked, curiosity piqued. "Are you lost? No offense, but from how you, uh, look, I’d think the Everfree would be the perfect place for you!"

Fenris looked his wing over, dragging a claw over the wooden lining. “Curious, aren't you?”

Hyra rubbed the back of her head, awkwardly laughing. “Hehe, kinda? Sorry if it seemed rude.”

“None taken,” Fenris replied, raising a claw. “The curse I have is one of my own design, and I’ve been eager to test some…improvements.”

Alsephina snickered, already preparing to sway Hyra’s mind in lewd ways. This was just some normal stud, but getting her friend fucked was always a fun time.

“Test? What do you...me-...mean...…haaa…”

Hyra’s words began to slur, as Alsephina began to twist her mind. A thorough rut was what the mare deserved for dragging her all the way out here. Maybe with an aching snatch and shaky legs, Hyra would finally realize treading into such treacherous areas was a no go.

Fenris wasn't oblivious to this. Though invisible, he could sense Alsephina's presence. He knew there was someone else within Hyra, a second entity—a second spirit. Still, his interests lay with the mare before him and the potential to make her his first acquisition.

She was quite attractive. Gorgeous hair, a shimmering smile, an intricate yet alluring coat pattern, a soft but tone rump, and an overall figure that many mares would envy—she’d be the perfect first slave for him.

“Alsephina…stop…” Hyra grumbled, shaking her head.

“You’re letting this stud fuck you senseless for dragging me out here,” Alsephina snapped back, snickering. “At least it’s not an actual timberwolf.”

Fenris opted to play along, his scarf picking up and delivering Alsephina’s words to him as well. “Well, the tests I’ve been wanting to try out are more of the sexual nature~”

“Oh yes.”

“Oh no…”

The words Hyra spoke contradicted the ones Alsephina spoke in her mind, yet she was quick to realize what the former goddess was doing. A burning heat radiated over Hyra’s body, a sensation akin to being in estrus, yet far more intense. She felt Alsephina warp her mind, making her crave this new stranger, and it wasn’t much of a fight for her to let it happen.

“Oh, buck it,” Hyra sighed, caving into the desires Alsephina wanted her to indulge in.

Wheeling around, Hyra presented herself to Fenris. Her tail flagged high, wagging above her rump, revealing her delicate nethers in clear view. Her ponut stood as a pristine beacon of delight, a truly tempting mound, but the real star of the show was her slathering cunt. Alsephina’s magic worked quickly, throwing Hyra into an incredibly lustful state. Essence was already trailing down her thighs, and her snatch winked every few moments, glistening with arousal.

Fenris took a moment to briefly drink in her other features as well. Her ass was, as he expected, a bit more tone, but if his newly upgraded curse worked the way he hoped it would, that issue would be fixed with haste. Her tits were a modest pair, nothing too large but certainly not small, but Fen still had intentions to move them up the scale a bit.

Swaying her hips from side to side, Hyra licked her lips. “L-Listen, I’m in a really, really bad heat right now and I need to sate it.” She shot him a wink. “Any tests you need to do, go crazy~”

“You’re having fun, aren’t you?” Alsephina whispered.

Hyra looked back at no one in particular, muttering. “It was either indulge myself or resist and have you hypnotize me like last time. Might as well enjoy this.”

“You’re making this far too easy~” Fenris chuckled. Trotting closer to Hyra, he raised a claw. “Do you have any idea,” he paused, slamming his claw down against Hyra’s flank, “what this curse of mine does?~

A guttural moan escaped Hyra’s lips as her ass was smacked, causing her marehood to clench at the empty air, desperate for a cock to fill it. Gathering herself, she glanced back at Fenris, intense desire in her eyes, her breath quickening as she bit her lip, the taste of her own anticipation on her tongue. Her tail flicked, brushing against his chest, as if urging him to close the distance and already claim her.

“Whatever it is, I’m pretty sure the one afflicting me is way worse!” Hyra exclaimed, earning a growl from Alsephina. “I need to be rutted! C’mon! Let’s have some fun!”

Dark magic flickered in Fenris’ eyes for a moment, as he smirked. “I dunno~ Your curse seems pretty cute.”

Alsephina froze. Could he sense her? He didn’t look at Hyra when he spoke, but rather directly behind her. He wasn’t directing his voice at her, and the only other option was…

She shuddered, unsure what to think or say. Initially she had hesitations, but the prospect of getting Hyra rutted was too good to pass on. But now? Now she had newfound, growing concerns. She could’ve sworn she saw dark magic flicker in his eyes, and more so his scarf illuminate with magic, but she couldn’t be certain. Either way, with Hyra bent over and eager, she chose to simply enjoy the show and chalk her concerns up to superstition.

“You made me waytoo horny…” Hyra groaned, keeping her voice low so only Alsephina could hear. “Could’ve - haaaa - gone easy on me…”

Alse made to respond, but paused. The amount of lust she had put into Hyra should’ve been a bit, but certainly not enough to make her instantly beg to be fucked. Her magic wasn’t very powerful at all since her fall from godhood, so so little of it should’ve never gotten Hyra like that. Something was going on, something was off.

Rearing onto his hind legs, Fenris slapped his length between Hyra’s flanks. He towered over her, his timber form making him far bigger—in more ways than one. The second his massive stallionhood was pressed between her buns, Hyra shuddered with fearful delight. It was a gargantuan length, one that was sure to fuck her senseless.

She felt the heat of his shaft, each throb sending waves of anticipation through her body. The weight of it against her back sent shivers down her spine, her slick marehood quivering in response. Fenris growled, a low, primal sound that resonated deep within her, fueling her arousal. The tip of his cock nudged against her entrance, teasing her folds, making her whimper with need. Her juices coated him, adding to the slickness.

“I was hoping for a fight or chase for my first conquest, but I simply cannot pass up such a beautiful mare,” Fenris cooed.

Alsephina’s curiosity continued to rise. First conquest? He didn’t mean this was his first time getting laid, right? His confidence and demeanor certainly indicated he was quite experienced with this.

“You’re so huge!” Hyra groaned, grinding herself against his cock. “I won’t be able to walk when we’re done~”

Fenris chuckled. “Oh, you’ll be able to walk, but you will feel much, much different~”

Thoughts continued to dance in Alsephina’s mind, trying to piece together the cryptic wording Fenris was using. Though, before she had time to wrap her head around things, Fenris and Hyra took action.

Spreading her legs even further apart, scraping the dirt beneath her and grinding her nethers against Fenris’ shaft harder, Hyra panted..“Haaaaa…s-seriously! I need it!”

Contrary to her ethereal friend, Hyra’s concerns were centered around the cock taunting her nethers. Typically she was calm and collected, and she’d be ecstatic to learn about Fenris’ unique curse, but thanks to Alsephina, she could only really focus on getting rutted right now, and badly.

Her patience was worn thin. She couldn't hold out for much longer. Fenris could feel her desperation, her need, and it pleased him. He wanted her to want him, to crave him, to surrender herself completely. Getting it on with a stranger certainly wasn’t in her plans for the day, but her life usually contained interesting twists. She’d just sate this desire, recollect herself, and then have an exciting chat with Fenris about his incredible curse.

Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long. Groaning with delight as Fenris delivered another smack against her flank, her heart skipped a beat as she felt him pull himself back. A delighted shudder ran up her spine as the tip of his cock pressed against her winking folds, causing her to squirm in eager anticipation as she waited.

“You’re going to be a lovely first pet~”

Hyra didn’t catch on to the remark, her mind all too clouded in lust for her to think. “Agh! Just rut me already!”

Fenris was more than happy to oblige. He steadied his hips, causing her body to move with him, and plunged his cock into Hyra’s depths. A guttural moan escaped from Hyra, as she felt Fenris slide every titanic inch of his cock into her eager marehood. He was massive, stretching her walls to their limit, and the only thing that stopped his cock was a noticeable ball near its bottom.

“Y-You…aaahn…h-have a knot?” she stammered, struggling to speak through her pleasure.

Chuckling darkly, Fenris nodded. “My curse is a unique one. I can choose certain aspects of my appearance.” He struck Hyra’s flank again, earning a pleasurable yelp from the mare. “But since you’ll be my first pet, I chose a knot. After all, it’ll be easy to ensure I fully claim you.”

“What d-do you mean first - aaaah!”

Hyra’s question went unfinished, as Fenris began to fuck her with reckless abandon. Every thrust he gave lurched her body forward, made her flanks jiggle subtly, her tits bounce, and made her scream with delight. Every plunge threatened to be strong enough to pop that knot of his into her quivering depths, and yet he measured his motions perfectly—teasing the threat but never bringing it to fruition.

On and on he went, pounding Hyra like a feral beast. The sound of wet slaps and blissful screams began to fill the forest, as the intensity the two endured only grew stronger.

“Hnnngh! W-Why does - hnngh - this feel so - haaaa - amazing!”

Delivering another spank, Fenris huffed hot air from his nostrils. “Your sensitivity is massively increased. Add in the magic I used to arouse you, and I’d say your mind is too clouded in lust to think.” A wicked grin split his muzzle. “Not to worry though. You won’t be thinking for yourself for much longer.”

Those words of his struck worry into Alsephina’s mind. He was manipulating Hyra, far more than she had. She had only planted the seed of lust into her friend, but Fenris seemingly made it blossom tenfold. He had woven some form of magic into the air, into Hyra’s very being, and she was powerless to do anything but spectate it. He had some form of intent, some scheme he was putting into progress with every thrust he made into the earth pony. Initially she had seen him as a powerless pegasus, a lone wanderer in the forest’s depths, but there were too many factors to consider.

He was this deep in one of the most dangerous regions of Equestria with no inherent power besides whatever this curse he spoke of was. Whatever it did, it gave him immense volumes of bravado, and a tingling instinct within Alsephina also made her reconsider the notion of letting him rut her friend. Sure, Hyra was an extremely wonderful catch of a mare, but he was truly gung-ho about the notion to rut her. He had some kind of incentive, and from how he was speaking, and the inklings of magic she had seen in him before, whatever it was it couldn’t be good.

“Haaaa! Harder! Rut me harder!” Hyra exclaimed.

Alsephina scrunched her muzzle. If only she was still the god she once was a millenia ago, then she could get a read on this pegasus with ease. Even still, she was still ultimately feeling out a hunch, and perhaps his behavior was just some form of odd dirty talk. Regardless, in her current state, she was far from her powers of godhood, at the worst remaining as a passive spirit within Hyra, and at best, a rather ornate-looking griffon.

Fenris picked up his tempo, rutting Hyra harder with every passing second. Each powerful plunge sent waves of pleasure through her, and she pressed herself back into him, desperate to savor every last inch he provided. The intense friction and heat from their joined bodies had her whimpering with need. Her marehood clenched around him, juices flowing freely, creating a slick, wet sound that mingled with her gasps and moans.

She couldn’t explain it, but the desires within her were exponentially greater than any she had felt before. Heat couldn’t hold a candle to this; she was utterly consumed by an insatiable hunger to be filled, to be claimed. Rational thought was a distant memory, though somewhere in the haze, she clung to the knowledge of not wanting to be bred. Still, the way his roughness mingled with his tantalizing, if eccentric, dirty talk was something she was more than happy to indulge in.

“You’ve made this quite easy to test things, and for that, I must thank you,” Fenris growled, his voice a rough, seductive purr as he struck Hyra’s flank again, sending a shockwave of delicious pain and pleasure through her. “But the real show is only approaching~”

Hyra’s eyes widened at his words, but another intense thrust from Fenris quickly derailed her thoughts. The sound of their bodies colliding was loud, lewd, echoing in the space around them. Her walls spasmed around his length, her entire being focused on the pleasure he was giving her. She could only imagine what he had in store, but as she felt the telltale signs of an absolutely enormous climax building within her, she simply couldn’t find the energy to dwell on concerns.

On and on they went, the sounds of their bodies colliding mixing in the air with Hyra’s rampant moans—creating a symphony of arousal unlike any she’d experienced before. She had a fair few ruts in the past, entirely thanks to Alsephina’s mischief, but the feelings Fenris was providing her were conquering all her prior experiences with each plunge he made into her. His length, his roughness, his sheer ferocity—it all blended together to create a euphoric encounter that couldn’t be bested.

She intensified her own motions, throwing herself back onto him with even more intensity. Her flanks slammed against his hips, his cock taunted her walls, and her moans only grew more guttural as the moments flew by. A part of her wanted to thank Alsephina, after all, she hadn’t a clue her friend could make her this aroused, but for now her only priority was getting herself off.

Alsephina could sense it, she could feel the pleasures in Hyra reaching a climax. Whatever her friend was about to endure would ideally be the end of it. A satisfied mare and no other machinations at work, but those hopes quickly began to dwindle as she turned her attention back to Fenris. Her eyes widened, as she watched the scarf around his neck surge with magic, dark energy flowing through it like a river over rock. Runes were highlighted within its seams, as faint glimmers of the arcane began to fill the air around him. Her worries only deepened as her concerns from before found themselves to be true, as the familiar, daunting sight of dark magic began to fill his eyes. Those pools of green, purple energy flowing from the edges of his eyes, spoke one thing and one thing only…

Despicable intent.

“I think it’s time for us to reach our grand finale, yes?” Fenris cooed, reaching out with a claw. Gripping Hyra’s mane, he tugged her head back, baring his fangs. “Time for you to become my first acquisition~”

“Hnnng~ F-Fuck!” The pleasurable pain from her mane being pulled dazed her for a moment, but the notion Fenris’ words carried pulled her from her stupor, as she glanced behind her shoulder. “W-Wait! You don’t mean!” Her eyes widened as she began to feel his cock flare within her, and she knew full well what it signified. “H-Hold - aaahn - hold on! You don’t mean -”

“Breeding you? Of course I do!” Fenris chuckled, thrusting with everything he had. “I can see from the quiver in your legs, the lust in your eyes, and the intensity of your moans that you’re close. Let’s savor this together, shall we?”

The desires storming within Hyra’s very being called to her instincts, insisting she see this through, but her logic held a valiant fight against it. She tried to bump him off her, to deter her depths from being claimed, but the attempt only brought her attention to another aspect of her amorous partner.

The dark magic swirling around him was clear as day, and made her gut twist with worry. All creatures in Equestria knew the danger of the dark arts, and even more so about how forbidden it was to yield. Whoever this pegasus was, he was no ordinary pony, but she was too weak to fend him off.

“C-Cut it out! You’re not - nnnngh!”

Her rebuttal was cut short, as her arousal reached its apex in tandem with Fenris’ penultimate move. With every fiber of strength he carried, he slammed into her, backing every inch of his cock with his entirety behind it. With a notable pop, his knot forced its way into her marehood, sealing what was to come next.

His immense size, coupled with the pleasure from his knot entering her, sent Hyra over the edge. Throwing her head back, she released a cry of sheer ecstatic delight, her marehood gushing with her juices as her orgasm struck with cataclysmic force. Her nerves were alight with pleasure, her every inch consumed by the release of such monumental lust.

But, her climax was greeted with a new variable to her amorous equation, as Fenris released a guttural growl behind her. With his tip pressing against her womb, she immediately felt the first gushes of his seed flood her most sacred chamber. As the first ropes of his molten essence painted her womb, a second orgasm struck her, coupling with the first to send her into an utter frenzy.

It was beyond euphoric. It was something she could only dream of. Every burst Fenris gave her added a new layer of satisfaction to her climax. She had no time to worry or fret. The moment her climax struck, her thoughts were swallowed by the immense pleasure surging within her, and she couldn’t think of anything else.

Fenris was holding in an immense load, as his cum continued to fill her. Her womb was soon overflowing with seed, excess cum painting her walls white as her belly bulged from the sheer volume he deposited. His knot made a perfect seal on her pussy, ensuring not a single drop of virile cum escaped her depths.

She shuddered intensely, every additional surge of seed ushering forth a miniature orgasm. She groaned deeply with every new deposit made into her, the sensation of being filled so thoroughly breaking her mind bit by bit. It was a struggle to remain conscious, the pleasure she was enduring unfathomable to her before now.

She knew with so much cum within her she was absolutely going to be knocked up, something her marish instincts screamed with delight at. She found herself pressing back against Fenris, savoring every throb of his massive stallionhood with stupor. His seed felt odd, as if each load tingled her depths. She felt magic running through her body, but didn’t have the sanity to question it.

Minutes felt like centuries, as finally Fenris finished unloading into her. Bit by bit, the sea of euphoria she waded in began to calm, as her rationale came back to her. She felt his seed within her, filling her to the absolute limit, and the worries began to set in. Sure, potions existed to stop impregnation, but they needed to be taken within the hour—and she was at least two away from the nearest potion shop or maker.

“O-Oh gosh! You gotta let me go! I need t-to go get a potion!” she exclaimed.

Fenris smirked, the dark magic in his eyes intensifying. “Oh don’t worry, you won’t be having to worry about that anymore~” He forced himself back, pulling out of Hyra’s snatch with a satisfying pop. Cum drooled out of her depths, sliding down her thighs and to the ground below. “You’ll exist to be bred soon enough.”

Alsephina’s fight or flight immediately activated, as she felt a dark energy begin to fill Hyra. It was an intrusive force, one attempted to change and corrupt the earth pony, yet Alsephina was powerless to stop it from invading her friend’s body.

“What are you talking about - hrrk!” Hyra attempted to question him, but found an intense heat begin to fill her body. Sweat started to run down her form, as she panted, her mind beginning to twist. “W-What did you do…”

“Seems Arcana wasn’t kidding, this might just actually work...” Fenris cooed.

Alsephina rushed to warn her friend. “Focus on your mind! Steel yourself! He’s doing something!”

“Oh little bird~”

Heart skipping a beat, Alsephina focused on Fenris. He stared at Hyra, but his gaze wasn’t for her. Alsephina could feel his eyes, staring daggers into her very being.

“You cannot save her,” he continued, smirking. “Don’t worry. You’re next.”

Frozen, unable to speak, and unable to help, Alspehina looked back at him in shock. He knew she was there, he knew what she looked like, and he knew she was trying to help Hyra.

“Though you may want to bail. My curse is going to turn your friend into a slave, and if you stick in there, you’ll join her sooner than I plan.” He flashed her a fanged grin. “After all, I’d like to earn the ability to enslave you~”

Tuning his words out, Hyra tried to follow her friend’s instructions, fortifying her mind. She poured everything into focusing, resisting whatever was happening right now.

“Cut it out!”

Serve.

She gasped, a powerful command trying to force itself into her mind. Though, it was one of many.

Obey. Submit. Worship.

“Nnngh! Stop it!” The magic running through her kept attempting to overwhelm her mind, unrelenting. “I don’t want to!”

Fenris began to circle Hyra, eyeing her closely. “Part one of my desired curse. An immense warmth will wash over you for a few seconds, then, my curse will begin corrupting your mind, working towards its ultimate goal of enslaving you.”

“S-shut up! You won’t - hnng - do that to me!”

Serve your Master

Obey your Master.

Worship your Master.

“Agh!” Hyra exclaimed, trying to push out the thoughts invading her mind. Only when she felt a strange tingling on her rump and tits did her focus shift. “W-Wha?!”

Glancing back, her eyes widened in astonishment and a hint of alarm. She watched with a mix of fascination and unease as her once subtle rump began to swell before her eyes. Each passing second seemed to amplify the growth, transforming her previously modest rear into a plump, enticing feature that demanded attention. She could feel her weight shift, her backside weighing her down more and more.

With a deepening sense of concern, she shifted her gaze downwards. What she saw confirmed her fears and added a new layer of disbelief. Her teats, normally small and perky, were visibly expanding, filling out a cup size larger than before. The transformation was undeniable as they continued to swell, defying any rational explanation. She struggled to push aside the distracting changes and refocus on the urgent task of defending her mind.

“And as you’ve seemed to notice on your own, step two~” Fenris continued. Extending a claw, he groped Hyra’s thickening derrière, earning a moan from her. “You’ve got a long way to go ~ But this is the second part—your flanks and teats, if applicable, will begin to grow to satisfy my personal preferences.” He snickered, shrugging. “And what can I say, I do love a mare with big assets.”

“Hyra! Ignore it and just focus on your mind! We can undo this, but you can’t -“

“Stop trying,” Fenris snarled, staring through Hyra and into Alsephina’s very soul once more. “Once a single drop of my seed is in a pony, their fate is sealed. They will become my slave.” He winked. “You’ll be able to help me test if it works on non-ponies too~”

Alsephina desperately wished she could smite this awful stallion down with her lost power, but all she could offer was support to Hyra. Though, Fenris’ prior comment about bailing seemed to hold some truth, as Alsephina felt the corruption beginning to creep into Hyra further, starting to close in on even her soul—where Alsephina resided.

“M-Mess with my body all y-you want!” Hyra stammered, glaring at Fenris. “I won’t…I won’t give in!”

Fenris narrowed his gaze at her, adorning a smug grin. Though Hyra couldn’t see it, her sclera was slowly beginning to turn back. If Arcana followed his wish to the T, then that was a perfect gauge of the progression of his curse. The more black a pony’s sclera, the closer they were to becoming his slave. Once entirely black, they had fallen, now his eternal plaything to use. Hers were just starting to shift, but it’d pick up the pace quickly.

“W-What the heck is this?!” Hyra exclaimed, glancing down at her hoof.

Fenris followed her eyes, finding himself glancing at her hoof. Wood began to grow on it, intricate hieroglyphics woven in between the grooves and engraved in the wood itself.

“That’d be part three,” Fenris chided. “Wood, like my own, will grow on the victim’s hooves, ears, and wings, if they have any.” He squeezed Hyra’s flank again, noting how it was noticeably bigger than before. “The wood can vary in design, typically reflecting a pony’s passion, talent, appearance, etcetera. It’s flavorful, but if I could design my own curse, why not have some fun with it, right?”

Hyra stumbled, finding the new weight of her growing teats and rump only adding to the disorientation she was experiencing. “You’re…a monster…”

“You’ll be thanking me for this soon enough,” Fenris cooed, leaning over and bringing his muzzle to her ear. “Because now it’s the final step. Become my slave.”

“N-No!”

Obey. Serve. Worship. Submit.

“Agh! S-stop!”

Hyra’s cries became desperate, as the intensity of the magic assailing her mind nearly tripled. The wood on her body began to grow faster, her assets plumpened quicker, and she felt her thoughts beginning to crumble.

Utterly shocked, Alsephina began to panic herself. The darkness invading Hyra’s soul began to creep in, corruption seeking into the realm in which the fallen goddess inhabited. It flooded the void she rested in, and as it grew closer…

Obey.

As Fenris spoke, Hyra felt a surge of panic grip her mind like a vice. The weight of his curse bore down on her with relentless force, each syllable echoing ominously in her consciousness. The wood on her hoof crawled further, the intricate patterns pulsing with dark energy. Her once defiant thoughts began to splinter under the relentless assault, weakened by the growing physical changes and the insidious commands echoing in her mind.

"No... I w-won't..." Hyra's voice trembled, but her resistance faltered.

The transformation continued unabated, the wood spreading faster across her limbs, tingling with an unnatural warmth. Her teats throbbed with newfound size, her rump swelling under the curse's influence. The struggle to maintain her willpower grew more desperate with each passing moment, as if her very identity was being reshaped against her will.

Alsephina, witnessing the rapid deterioration of Hyra's mental defenses, felt a surge of fear and anger. The encroaching darkness threatened to envelop her as well, creeping into the spiritual void where she existed. Despite her best efforts to resist, the commands echoed in her own mind, weakening her resolve. She fought against the tendrils of corruption reaching for her essence, knowing that if she didn't break free soon, she too would be consumed by Fenris's malevolent magic.

“Run,” Fenris growled, directing his voice to her. “Leave so I can conquer you properly. If you stay within her soul for any longer, you’ll be doomed before we can have our fun~”

Clenching her jaw, Alsephina knew Fenris spoke the truth. She hesitated, unsure about her plan to escape. She didn’t want to abandon Hyra, but she couldn’t do anything in her current state. If she escaped, she could get help. She could bring the guard, she could bring the Elements, she could even bring the Princesses! If she stayed she’d possibly become a slave, and they’d both be doomed.

Swallowing her pride, and praying Hyra would forgive her once she came back with help, Alsephina began her escape. Pulling together the little magic she had, she felt a rush of energy flow through her. The world turned into a blur around her for a scant few seconds, before she felt the cool air of the Everfree around her and the hard thud of the earth as she fell to the ground.

Now in her physical, griffon form, adrenaline ran through her entire body. Scrambling to stand, she whirled around, only to find Fenris side-eyeing her.

He remained silent, inspecting her closely. A beautiful blue colored her feathers, intricate, eye-shaped symbols decorated them, creating an incredibly unique and alluring griffon. He eyed her rump, noting it was certainly on the small side, but, as he fondled Hyra’s flank again, he knew that wouldn’t be an issue. He’d fix her, but after he had his hunt.

“Go on. Try and get help,” he taunted, dismissing her with a wing. “I’ll come hunt you down with this bitch by my side. Then you’ll join her in bliss.”

Alsephina eyed Hyra, seeing her friend struggling. The wood on her hooves had grown far more, her flank had a jiggle in it now whenever she moved, and her tits swung below her. She couldn’t dream of overpowering Fenris and whatever magic he had, so her best bet was to run for help.

And she did. Stretching out her wings, she took off into the sky, hastily heading back the direction she and Hyra came. She pumped her wings with everything she had, determined to return with help and to give Fenris his comeuppance.

Fenris however merely watched as she flew away with a smile. “Guess we’re finally alone, slave~”

Hyra couldn’t respond, gasping with pleasure and desperation as the curse continued to corrupt her. “S-She’ll get help, Mas…Mast…”

“Almost there, dear~” Fenris teased.

“Ugh! Bastard!” Hyra snarled, shaking her head furiously.

Mockingly putting a claw to his lips, Fenris frowned. “Ouch~ Such mean language!”

Though she wanted to spit another uncharacteristic curse at the despicable pegasus, Hyra was struggling to find the motivation to.

You serve him. You love him. He is your Master. Your god.

Her mind was working against her. Memories, thoughts, and dreams began to warp—began to focus on Fenris. Desires to worship him, to carry his foals, to dedicate her very existence to him began to fill her mind. Her logic fought his corruption, but it was beginning to become a losing battle. Bit by bit, her rationale continued to crumble.

Hyra's thoughts spun in turmoil. She clenched her teeth, trying to resist the invasive thoughts that threatened to overwhelm her. Yet, with each passing moment, the insidious suggestions grew stronger, weaving themselves into the fabric of her consciousness. Images of serving Fenris, of submitting willingly to his whims, flickered like shadows in her mind's eye. The allure of obedience, of surrendering to his dominance, tugged at her innermost desires despite her fervent efforts to resist.

“Why…does it feel…so good…” she mumbled.

Fenris spanked her flank, watching it jiggle nicely as it slowed down its growth. She was nearing the limit now. Taking a step back, he rose onto his hind legs. Slapping his cock between her now fat asscheeks, he ground himself against her.

“Because…this is your purpose, slut,” he breathed, making her shudder. “You are my slave.”

Hyra tried to force herself to buck him off, but found herself not wanting to. His cock felt heavenly between her thickened flanks, and her flanks themselves…they felt right this way. Her body was far sluttier, and an increasingly growing feeling told her it was perfect.

Become his slave.

“I don’t…why do I want…”

Become his broodmare.

“Your…cock…”

Fenris spanked her asscheek again, feeling her marehood wink against his cock from the blow. “Because, you’re mine now. You exist to serve me. Your body is so slutty now, a perfect fit for a sex slave.”

Hyra found herself envisioning him in her mind. He was painfully tantalizing now. His smile, his physique, his cock—everything about him nearly made her drool. He was so domineering, and she was meant to submit—at least that’s what her mind was beginning to say.

Her ass and tits finally stopped growing, both far bigger than before. The wood stopped spreading too, fully covering her hooves and the backs of her ears now. All that was left were her eyes, almost entirely black. Her mind was the last part of her fighting.

Give in to the curse. Fall into eternal bliss.

Hyra struggled to think. The curse had corrupted a majority of her mind now. Her free will was but a faint ember, obedience owning the majority of her thoughts. A vestige of defiance remained, as she held onto it with everything she had.

“I h-hope you…” she seethed.

Give in to bliss.

She strived to resist, to defy his desires.

Fulfill your purpose.

She rallied together the last remnants of her mind. Memories of her past resilience, her unwavering resolve, flickered like fading stars in the night sky. She drew upon every ounce of her former self, summoning the remnants of her once unwavering focus and composure.

Eternal servitude.

She was always so level headed. She was always so calm. She was always so focused. She pulled together all of it, the last smoldering ashes of her free will—of her mind.

Serve your Alpha.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Breed me plenty…Master~”

Beginning to grind against Fenris’ cock, Hyra looked back at him, her scleras entirely black. Glowing hearts filled her pupils, dark magic flowing within them, and the sight was all Fenris needed to see.

She had fallen to his curse.

She was a slave, an obedient fucktoy for him to use. Not an ounce of free will remained within her. She’d obey his every command, every desire, every thought—forevermore.

“It worked…” Fenris mumbled. “It actually worked!” He struggled to contain his excitement. “I was just playing it confident before, but…but it worked! You’re actually my slave!”

“Yes, Master.” Hyra nodded, beginning to move her hips up and down. Her thickened flanks began to clap around Fenris’ stallionhood, her asscheeks massaging and pleasuring it. “Thank you for improving my body. I can serve you like a proper whore now.”

Groaning, Fenris watched as she twerked on his cock. From adamantly resistant, to happily throwing her rump back on his dick, she had turned out wonderfully. Arcana didn’t lie, his curse worked exactly as he desired. Although he had embarrassingly let out a bit of immature glee, he quickly composed himself, returning to his usual smug, despicable demeanor.

“What is your purpose, slut?” he asked.

Hyra upped her tempo, the air filling with the sound of her improved flanks clapping. “To serve and obey you, my Alpha.” She moaned as her marehood grazed his medial ring. “And to assist in furthering the pack.”

It was nearly impossible to contain the rush of energy Fenris felt flowing through him. This was it, the beginning of his devilish plan. Hyra was officially his first slave. His first step towards the power he desired. Arcana had pulled through. His curse could now corrupt and enslave others, and with every new slave…

He inspected his scarf, watching as the dark magic within it shimmered brightly.

The more powerful he’d become.

“How may I serve you, Master?” Hyra asked.

Pulled away from his thoughts by her question, Fenris found himself with one. “So, are you always going to be a bit…robotic?”

“No,” Hyra answered. “You decide how I am, Master.”

Pondering for a moment, somewhat distracted by the wonderful assjob Hyra was giving him, Fenris snapped his talon. “Ah! I got it!” He smiled down at the corrupted mare. “Just act like your normal self, just, yknow, sluttier and entirely obedient to me.”

Hyra blinked for a moment, before beaming back at Fenris. “Aaahn ~ Gosh you’re huge, Master!” She shifted the tempo of her twerking, massaging his cock with a bit more pep in her step. “Thank you for enslaving me! This is better than any kind of ancient ruin!”

“Is it now?” Fenris questioned.

Hyra happily nodded. “Oh for sure! Sure, I stupidly tried to resist, but thankfully I lost! Now I get to be in eternal bliss as one of your bitches!” She giggled. “Or is that the rewriting you did to my mind talking?~”

“Gonna be a cheeky one, aren’t you?” Fenris chided, rolling his eyes.

Hyra pouted her lips. “Oh cmon, Master! I just got reborn as a…a….”

“Timberbitch,” Fenris answered. “That’s what I’ll be calling my slaves.

“Kinda cheesy…” Hyra grumbled, shying back as Fenris glared at her. “B-but yeah, you just remade me into that! I think I am allowed to be a little teasing!”

Fenris huffed. “You should be grateful.”

“And I am, Master!” Hyra cooed, lidding her eyes as she expertly pleasured his cock between her flanks. Even the act itself was better now. Each squeeze she gave, each massage she did, it was all improved. Her new body was truly the perfect fit for an Alpha like him. “Can’t you tell? This slutty body, immortality, a foal on the way, and more! It’s all thanks to you.” She raised her rump, lining his cock up with her snatch. “Won’t you let your slave show her gratitude further?~”

Fenris couldn’t deny it, she was insanely hot now. She was absolutely gorgeous now, but under his curse? She was everything Fenris wanted in a mare. An absolutely fat ass that jiggled perfectly and clapped if she tried to, two hefty tits that were the perfect size for a slut, and, most importantly, an obedient mind that existed to serve him. Seeing her go through this metamorphosis had sundered Fenris’ self control entirely. She was irresistible, and it was only right to celebrate his first whore.

“Let's make absolutely sure you’re pregnant, shall we?” Fenris purred, winking at her.

Hyra didn’t need to be told twice. Adjusting herself a portion, she took a deep breath and slammed back. In an instant, his entire cock, knot included, slipped into her pussy once more. Her asscheeks rippled as they slammed against his hips, a beautiful homage to the new mare she had become. She had taken him to the hilt before, but this time, the entrance felt different. There was no hesitation, no worry, and no resistance—it was pure bliss, an utterly mind-numbing sensation. She couldn't believe how heavenly it felt.

She began eagerly fucking herself on her newfound Master’s cock, glancing back at him with glee. “Yes! I - ah - can’t wait to carry your foals, Master! It’s gonna - nngh - be t-the best!”

Fenris awarded her praise with a smack on her bouncing rump, chuckling. “It is your purpose in life now, isn’t it?~”

“Oh of course!” Hyra agreed, nodding enthusiastically. “My old passion, my goals, my dreams—none of them could hold a candle to serving you!”

Pushing Hyra down, forcing her to arch her back further, Fenris began pounding into her with reckless abandon. Each thrust was met with Hyra throwing her ass back in tune with it, the audible pop of his knot escaping her depths sounding out over and over again.

It was a moment of sheer intensity, one that truly reflected Hyra’s new life. Her former self had been corrupted, purged from reality to make way to her new whorish form. She desired one thing—to appease her Master. She knew her place, knew her dream, and right now she was fulfilling them perfectly. Serving her Master’s cock—like a proper broodmare.

“I may have to make this quick. After all, we have a griffon to hunt~” Fenris channeled magic into his nethers, beginning to strain with pleasure. “This’ll do the trick. Accelerating my climax is new to me, but it is quite pleasureable.”

Hyra’s eyes rolled back, as she began to be lost in her bliss. “Y-Yes! Fill me, Master! I’m…I’m so close!”

Right as Hyra said that, her eyes went wide, as she watched magic dance over her body. She felt the cusp of a climax taunting her, but it wasn’t approaching any longer—but rather stayed right at that edge of euphoria. Bewildered, she glanced back at her Master, panting with need.

“You’ll get to cum when your friend becomes a slave like you,” Fenris growled, gripping her hips fiercely. “So let’s get to it~”

With a final, all out slam, Fenris hilted within Hyra for the final time. Holding himself in place, he began to surge cum into her already flooded depths. The volume of seed bulged her belly further, as some managed to gush out of her cunt even past his knot. The sheer amount of essence within her was incredible, a testament to her purpose.

Fenris’ scarf surged with magic, funneling it into Hyra. With a brilliant flash of light, an intricate marking appeared on her fur—right above her womb. It shimmered with dark magic, and the sensation of the new branding nearly drove Hyra insane. The sensation of her Master breeding her, the feeling of this mark, and the throbbing cock in her depths made her reforged mind already teeter on the brink of sheer insanity.

Watching his new slave squirm and moan with endless bliss. Fenris finished filling her. Giving her fattened ass a parting smack, he pulled his cock out of her marehood. Cum began to flow out of her like a stream, each gush causing her to shudder.

“Haaa…M-Master…what did you do?”

Fenris eyed her, smiling. “I’ve marked your womb. It’s a direct confirmation that you now carry my foal. You have been claimed in mind, body, and soul.”

Even through her intense need, Hyra couldn’t hold back her delighted grin. “Thank you, Master! I am honored!” She winced, her marehood still winking wantonly. “B-But I really need to…”

“Cum? I suppose that’s a given.” He trotted in front of her and patted her head. “Well, let’s go conquer your friend, and then you’ll get your release.”

A wicked smile split Hyra’s muzzle, as she snickered. “Happily, Master~”

Chapter 3: A Goddess Falls Further

Alsephina beat her wings with fury, flying through the air faster than she ever thought herself capable of. Whatever Fenris was, whatever he was planning, he was a being of sheer evil. She naively thought he was a mere pegasus with a peculiar affliction, but she should’ve rationalized that it was illogical for a typical pony to be so deep within the dangerous Everfree.

She cursed at herself, spitting her own misjudgment. Her friend was being conquered, in both mind and body, and she had led her to such a fate. Her best bet was to get help, free Hyra, and thoroughly apologize to the earth pony for what she had done.

Moving faster and faster, the trees below a blurred sea of green, she spotted the edge of the forest. A thrill ran through her, as she knew she was home free. Just had to get to Ponyville, contact somepony with power, and her friend would be fine. Just a few more flaps of her wings and…

Thud!

“Ack!”

Alsephina yelped with pain as she felt herself slam against something. Spinning backwards in the air, she managed to level herself out. Shaking her head, she glanced up, spotting nothing in the way. Confusion swept over her, as she slowly hovered forward, extending a claw.

“What…? What did I?”

Tsssh…

She recoiled, her talon sizzling as it pressed against some form of forcefield. Magic radiated in a wall before her, extending along the entire forest. As far as her eye could see, it kept going, encasing the entire Everfree within a bubble of sorts.

Or rather, encasing her within the Everfree.

Fluttering her wings, she slowly drifted backwards, gawking at the sight. She hadn’t a clue what this was, but the culprit behind it was a no brainer. Furrowing her brow, she tried to rationalize a plan, to figure out some method of bypassing this.

“Well hello there!”

If she could’ve jumped while in the sky, she would’ve, as a voice echoed out below her. Shooting her attention downwards, she spotted a stone slowly floating up to her. Runes were carved into it, purple magic flowing within the grooves.

“What are you?” Alsephina inquired, cautiously backing away.

The stone stopped in place, level with her in the air but a safe distance away. “This? This is a mere communication device, amongst other things.” The voice became clearer, ushering Alspehina to scowl at it. “I take it you chalked up what’s happening here?”

“Enough! What have you done to Hyra! When I get out of here, you’re dead.”

A chuckle echoed through the stone. “I must applaud your tenacity. You’ll learn about your friend shortly, but first, let me clarify something.” The stone drifted a few feet closer, and Alsephina instinctively backed away. “While we’ve been talking, I’ve been using my magic to analyze you. It’s a quick process, but the benefits I gain are wondrous.” The stone spun slowly as Fenris continued. “For instance, I’ve placed wards around the forest, creating a magical barrier that specifically prevents you from leaving. You’re trapped here, with us. You’ll learn to behave yourself soon.”

“Us? What do you mean us?” Alsephina growled.

“Oh, right! You asked about your darling little friend! Here, she’ll tell you!”

Alsephina tensed, as she heard another voice clearing her throat from the stone.

“Hey, Alse! Master made me his slave, and it’s amazing.” Hyra giggled, making Alsephina’s rage boil. “Now I’m gonna help him make you better too! You and I can worship him and his body together! Thankfully his wards make it easy to track you, so…see you soon!”

Alsephina was frozen in place, unable to respond as Fenris spoke through the stone once again.

“Well, she said it for me. I’m coming to claim you as my prize. See you soon~”

The stone’s flight ceased, as it plummeted to the ground. Slamming into the dirt below, it formed a small crater in the earth. Its magic flowed freely, as Alsephina watched a visible strand of magic flow from it towards the barrier that was trapping her inside.

He wasn’t bluffing. He was pinpointing her location and Hyra was eager to help him. If she was going to escape with her free will, and restore Hyra’s, she had to run and hide.

Surveying the area, she darted into the Everfree, flying along a diagonal path from where she had initially come from. She had to escape him, or else she’d go from a fallen goddess to an even lower place.

“So…are there any neat ancient structures out here?”

Hyra trotted alongside her Master, happily humming to herself as she finished her question. Her desires hadn’t quelled, but her Master had been kind enough to suppress them for the time being. Being her unending need to climax was momentarily silenced, she took the stroll she was on to indulge her curiosity.

“Not particularly, no,” Fenris answered, trotting alongside her. “I mean, there’s some old castles. The biggest one being the Castle of the Two Sisters.” His scarf rubbed his chin, as he continued to think. “I can’t think of much else. Besides the occasional lost artifact or something in a cave or one of the bogs, there isn’t anything much to note.”

Hyra looked crestfallen, as she lowered her head in disappointment. “Aw dang it. I was really hoping to discover some cool historical pieces.” She smirked at Fenris, shooting him a wink. “My new purpose in life may be serving you, but I still do have my love of archeology.”

“That much is true. You seemed rather cute, so merely corrupting your personality rather than purging it seemed optimal.” He nudged her playfully, shrugging. “Listen. After we enslave your friend and she becomes a good bitch, the three of us can go looking for some lost relics. How’s that sound?”

Hyra’s eyes widened in excitement. “Really!?”

“Well, just like you have multiple sides, so do I.” Fenris shot her a wink as well. “I may indulge myself with your body, and bask in the thrill that I’ve made you a slave, but our relationship stems beyond mere sex and servitude.” He looked ahead as he walked, adorning a serious look. “I truly aim to make my slaves happy. You are free to do as you please within my forest. I’ll protect you, treat you well, and ensure you live a genuine life of sheer bliss.”

“But most of the time it’s gonna be sex, isn’t it.”

“Yes, a vast majority of it.”

The two chuckled as they continued to move through the forest. An end of Fenris’ scarf acted as a compass, directing them in the exact direction of Alsephina. Making a left turn, they continued to walk and discuss.

The chat was both intriguing and insightful for Fenris. The fact that he had just rewritten Hyra’s existence to serve him danced in his mind, making the casual conversation far more interesting than it had any right to be. It was casual, friendly, and certainly not a reflection of what they had been doing just before.

But Fenris spoke truth. He did genuinely want his slaves to be happy, and he’d be a poor owner to not do his due diligence to ensure that happened. Sure, he could merely command her mind to be endlessly happy, but he wanted her to be her. Slave or not, Hyra was still Hyra, albeit far sluttier and obedient.

“So, I’ve been meaning to ask. Why does nothing attack you out here?” Hyra inquired.

Fenris cut through some brush with his magic, raising a brow and looking over at his companion. “Well, they did at first. Though, over time I fought and calmed most of the creatures here.” His scarf pushed a large stone blocking their path out of the way, as he nonchalantly continued. “It took a bit, but eventually they all learned to view me as some kind of alpha. They typically obey my commands, and never so much as think to attack me.” He eyed his hoof, focusing his gaze on the wooden claw now surrounding it. “Of course, I do have a preference. I keep several timberwolves as my pets. They’re not the toughest, but they make for good company.” He smiled at Hyra. “Of course, before you and Alsephina showed up. You’ll be my first two slaves. The first of hundreds. This forest will be lonely no more.”

Hyra listened with every fiber of her being, utterly entranced by the explanation her Master was giving. Beaming at his last comment, she nodded eagerly.

“That sounds lovely!” She pushed a low branch out of her way, nearly smacking Fenris’ face as it whipped back. His scarf thankfully reacted on its own to protect him, and Hyra was blissfully unaware of him rolling his eyes. “I’m honored to be your first conquest, Master!”

Fenris continued to walk, pausing in place as his scarf emitted a brighter glow. It pointed towards a nearby cave. A wicked grin split his countenance, as he glanced down at Hyra.

“She chose a rather mediocre place to recoup.”

Hyra pursed her lip, inspecting the cave. “I think she might be resting there. She’s not used to the whole ‘being a physical being’ schtick much anymore. She's pretty smart, so I doubt she’d go in there unless she had to.”

“Well, she won’t be leaving that cave with an ounce of free will,” Fenris purred.

Hyra nearly jumped in place. “Yes! I can’t wait!”

Beginning to trot into the cave. “Well, let’s go then~”

“Oh, Master?”

He stopped, glancing back to see Hyra happily trotting behind him. Meeting his eyes, her darkened gaze flickered with a blend of mischief and desire. She licked her lips, beaming at him.

“Make sure you ruin her good.”

Alsephina heaved air into her chest, her wings aching with every breath. She had never pushed her body’s limits like this before. Sweat dampened her feathers, a stark reminder of how unaccustomed she was to physical exertion. It had been moons since she maintained a physical form for this long, typically using it only for brief moments of mischief. The lack of practice was taking its toll, and she could feel every bit of it.

But stopping wasn’t an option. She needed to regain her strength and keep running. If she didn’t, she and Hyra would be doomed to an eternity of mindless bliss. She preened a few feathers, cursing under her breath as one stubbornly refused to align. Letting out a sigh, she pressed on, determined not to let exhaustion win.

“Alright…can’t stay here forever. The sooner I get out of here…”

“The sooner you’ll become my slave?~”

Alsephina nearly jumped, recognizing that voice and whirling around to find herself facing the mouth of the cave. Looming in its maw were none other than Fenris and the newly corrupted Hyra. A rush of energy ran through Alsephina, adrenaline empowering her muscles as she surged forward. She hoped her instant reaction could catch them off-guard, somehow leaving her a window of opportunity to escape.

Thump.

Her hopes were swiftly dismissed, as she found herself colliding with Fenris’ scarf. The impact was soft, but it acted like a trampoline, bouncing her back into the cave’s depths. Tumbling across the ground, she tried to gather her thoughts. He had her pinned, and she knew his intentions, but what could she do?

Getting back up, she glared over at the pegasus and her fallen friend. “What do you want?”

“Come now, I think I’ve made it abundantly clear,” Fenris smugly replied.

A wave of scorn washed over Alsephina as she glowered in Fenris’ direction. He had undone her friend entirely, turning the once sweet Hyra into an utterly slutty broodmare—and now he had full intention to do the same to her. Digging her talons into the ground, she surveyed the area. Truthfully, she was cornered, but a part of her was hoping to come up with a last second scheme. Her moons of experience as a goddess were coming up short. She lacked the strength, both physically and magically, to overpower him, and her speed wasn’t enough to best the bastard’s enchanted scarf.

“Do you seriously think you’ll make me…like…that?!” she exclaimed, gesturing towards Hyra with a talon. “I was a deity, you fool! I…I can’t be bested by some mediocre curse!”

Fenris grit his teeth, his ego being mocked by the pitiful griffon before him. “Do you truthfully think my curse is such a simple device? It was forged over years, empowered by a true goddess, and bestowed in its enhanced form upon me for the very purpose you see given to your friend.” He stared daggers at her, his scarf flickering with its arcane influence. “You exist to become my toy. My device to test if my gift works on non-ponies, and of course, to ultimately turn into a proper breeding bitch for my pack.” He narrowed his gaze, his magic intensifying. “You should see yourself as lucky.”

“Mhm!” Hyra hummed, trotting up beside Fenris. “He’s got a point y’know! All my anxiety, stress, and more washed away with my will! Now I’ve got a hot Master, a whole forest to explore, and a couple of foals on the way!” She giggled, pouting at Alsephina immediately after. “C’mon, Alse! Stop being such a stickler! You’d be the same, just a bit sluttier in personality and appearance, but c’mon! I’m basically the same, just a lot more carefree~”

Alsephina winced at the remark, gritting her teeth. “He’s messed with your head! You wouldn’t want to become a slave, nor would you wanna exist for sex!” She pointed an accusatory talon at the earth pony. “You’d get mad at me for forcing you to hook up with random studs in the past! Snap out of it!”

Rolling her eyes, Hyra sighed. “You don’t get it! I can’t go back, it’s impossible.” She playfully bumped her hip against Fenris’, snickering soon after. “Not that I’d wanna! Being his first slave is totally gonna give me bragging rights once he conquers more lucky creatures~”

“And now, I think it’s time you join her!~” Fenris cooed.

Alsephina recoiled at his words. “Ha! I’d never become you - wah!”

Before she could react, Alsephina found herself shrouded in Fenris’ magic. Unable to compete against his arcane grasp, she was helpless as she was jolted forward, toppling before Fenris. Face down, with her rump raised, she attempted to stand up, only to find her head pinned down by Fenris’ powerful claw.

“A fallen goddess makes for a lovely second slave,” he growled, glowering at her.

Alsephina wanted to reply, to give a scathing remark towards the bastard before her, but any words died in her throat as she felt her ass be savagely spanked.

“A juicy rump you’ve got, but as I did with Hyra, I do think my curse will improve you thoroughly~” Fenris furthered, delivering a spank to the griffon’s other cheek.

Baring her teeth, Alsephina growled. “G-get the hell off of me!” She struggled beneath him. “You piece of - gah!”

Another set of smacks to her derrière silenced her rebuttal, a pained groan of mixed delight and despair escaping her maw. She despised the fact that the stinging pain on her cheeks was sending a rush of arousal through her, yet her body was simply against her mind in that regard.

Glancing up, a pit formed in her stomach, as she was met with the entire length of Fenris’ cock inches in front of her muzzle. Her eyes widened, as she gazed upon his impressive and undeniably alluring member.

“Like what you see, ‘goddess’?” Fenris teased.

Alsephina sucked air through her teeth, scowling up at him. Truth be told, it had been far too long since she herself had gotten laid, and it was clear her body was craving satisfaction in the amorous way. Even still, she refused to admit it—she’d never give him the satisfaction.

“H-Ha! Like your pathetic cock would ever be appealing!” she seethed.

Fenris chuckled, exchanging a ‘Oooooo’ with Hyra. “Quite the mouth on this one, hmm?”

“Well, yeah, she’s always been a bit more fiery than most!” A devilish look spread across her face, as she nudged Fenris. “Though I did say be rough with her~ So why don’t you shut her up?”

Fenris chuckled. “I suppose that’d be a lovely idea!”

Finding her head being lifted gently by Fenris, Alsephina writhed below him. “G-Get off me! What are you two - glk!?”

Her words once again were silenced, but this time not by a smack on her ass, but rather Fenris forcefully stuffing his cock down her throat. She had barely any time to react, her body shuddering as the delicious flavor his stallionhood afforded danced on her taste buds. Her mind could barely process what was happening, all too bewildered and overwhelmed to have a grasp on things.

Yet Fenris wasn’t holding back, as he thrusted his hips forward. Eyes widening further, Alsephina struggled beneath his grasp as he began to thoroughly face fuck her. Her gullet was filled with cock, forced to take every inch of Fenris’ impressive member—only partially spared by him not slamming his knot in too.

Desperation surged through her, and she pressed her talons against his legs, struggling to push him away. His grip on her head and the binding force of his magic held her firmly in place. Helpless and overpowered, she had no choice but to endure the relentless onslaught of his debauchery, her body betraying her mind's desperate attempts to resist.

Air struggled to enter her lungs, only given relief every few moments when Fenris allowed her to breathe. It was a shameful situation to be in, one that disgusted her, but unfortunately once again her body was working against her.

“Ooooh~ Someone’s enjoying Master’s cock!”

Alsephina felt a shiver run down her spine as Hyra’s voice came from behind her. A second one soon followed, as she felt her friend’s hooves caress her ass, soon spreading her cheeks apart. The feeling of being so casually exposed by Hyra, on top of being nonchalantly used by Fenris, sent Alsephina’s mind for a whirlwind. She loathed and loved this at the same time—and she had no idea why.

“What’s the view like?” Fenris asked, smirking over at Hyra.

Eyeing the griffon’s delectably exposed nethers, Hyra licked her lips. “She’s drooling like a waterfall!” She looked between Alsephina’s backdoor and snatch, a twinkle of desire flickering in her eyes. “Master…may I?”

“Only for a bit. You’re just warming her up for me~” Fenris replied.

Alsephina couldn’t speak, but her eyes told Fenris everything. She had no idea what he was implying with his reply, forced to remain muted by the cock plunging down her throat over and over again.

Yet she found her answer quickly, as a rush of pleasure ran through her body. The sensation of her snatch being lapped at overwhelmed her, causing her eyes to roll back as she moaned deeply around Fenris’ cock.

“Heh, you taste amazing, Alse!” Hyra chirped, licking the griffon’s juices off her lips. “Like blueberries!”

Diving right back in, Hyra eagerly pressed her tongue into Alsephina’s depths, caressing and teasing every inch of sensitive flesh she could reach. The way her friend's cunt clenched down, desperate for more, made Hyra feel downright giddy.

She had been shown the light. Given a better body to serve her true purpose as a slave, and she was eager for her best friend to have the same revelation. Sluttier figures, obedient minds, and knocked up with foals—it was the perfect destiny for the two of them.

“Seems like she’s enjoying herself!” Fenris teased, petting Alsephina’s head. “And she throats cock like a real whore!”

He spoke the truth, fending off a groan of pleasure himself. Watching Hyra’s fat flanks as they traveled through the forest had already worked him up, making him especially sensitive. The sensation of Alsephina’s throat around his cock was incredibly pleasurable, and he quickly felt his stamina withering away.

The two continued to use the griffon, teasing her body relentlessly. It was abundantly clear Fenris was approaching Alsephina with far less grace than he had with Hyra, but the reasoning was clear for him. She had been a goddess in the past, and the idea of using such a cocky and smug creature such as herself in such a way was too good to pass up.

Alsephina was in a sea of mixed sensations. Her mind battled her body, as one endured and the other indulged. She despised how good her two assailants were making her feel, yet her body’s desires were euphoric from the situation. Hyra eating her out coupled with Fenris fucking her face combined to make an onslaught of pleasure from both ends.

Gripping the griffon’s head, thrusting harder than before, Fenris clenched his teeth. He was nearing his limit now, his desires from before deepening at an incredible rate. He wanted to conquer the slut before him, to turn her into an obedient slave like he did her friend.

“Hyra, you may stop.”

Having now moved up to Alsephina’s backdoor, Hyra pulled herself away from the griffon’s nethers. “Oh? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, slave, I just believe it’s time we enter the final act of your friend’s free will~” Fenris replied, shooting his slave a wink.

Beaming, Hyra clapped her hooves together. “That sounds amazing, Master! I’m so excited!”

Alsephina merely squirmed beneath Fenris, still muffled by his cock. It was clear she wasn’t fond of what was being said, but she was still completely powerless to oppose the stallion.

“Did you enjoy warming her up for me?~” he cooed, casually thrusting into Alsephina as he spoke.

Hyra nodded. “Totally! Her bits both taste just like blueberries! I think you’ll love using her!”

“That I will.” Fenris slowed his thrusting, but left his cock lodged firmly in Alsephina’s throat. “Go ahead and stand to the side.”

Giving an understanding nod, Hyra trotted to the side. She whirled around, looking on with endless excitement in her eyes. What many would see as an act of sheer evil, Hyra now saw her Master’s corruption as a spectacle. The enthusiasm of her friend’s new life being made, accompanied by how hot the entire thing would be, made for the show she was about to watch to be phenomenal beyond compare.

Eyeing Hyra step aside, Fenris huffed. Taking a step back, he slipped his cock out of Alsephina’s maw, letting the griffon breathe clearly.

“I swear, I’m going to - cough - kill you!” Alsephina growled.

Fenris raised a brow. “Ah yes, the bitch who’s dripping like a faucet back there is absolutely threatening.” Dark magic flooded his eyes, as he glowered at the griffin. “It’s time you become my whore.”

With shocking speed, Fenris darted forward. Before she had time to realize it, Alsephina was pushed back by the stallion. Falling onto her back, she hit the grass below with a thud, gasping from the impact. She wasn’t given a moment of calm, as before she knew it Fenris was upon her.

“Agh! G-Get off of me!” She struggled beneath him, hopeless as he pinned her down. “B-Bastard!”

Fenris shifted himself, slapping his slickened cock right against her cunt, his length grazing her salivating depths and laying between her teats. “Unfortunately for you, that won’t be the case. I’ll be claiming you now.” He shrouded her hind legs in magic, forcing them up as he nearly folded her over herself. “And I know just the way to do it~”

Finding herself being locked into a mating press, Alsephina’s struggles renewed. She writhed beneath her captor, only earning a few moans from her lungs as she ground her lower lips against his throbbing length.

“Hyra, come over here,” Fenris ordered, briefly turning his attention away from his amorous prey.

Utterly obedient thanks to her reforged mind, Hyra strutted over to her owner. “Yes, Master?”

“Turn around,” Fenris ordered. “Present yourself and spread your legs.”

“Anytime for you, Master~” Hyra cooed, a notable splash of desire in her voice.

She whirled around, flaunting her fattened flanks to her Master and friend. Bouncing her hips, she gave her plumped up asscheeks a firm clap. Beneath them, resting between her legs, her melon-sized crotchtits bounced, a hypnotic sight for even the most strong-willed studs. Every movement sent ripples through her ample flesh, the sound of the slap echoing in the air.

“Take a good look at her, bitch,” Fenris growled, side-eyeing Alsephina. “You’ll be just like her soon enough.”

Alsephina didn’t reply, simply glancing over at her corrupted friend. The sight was tantalizing beyond compare. Hyra had always been an attractive mare, but Fenris’ curse had turned her into a proper slut. Her ass was deliciously plump, sweat running down her curves as she bounced her asscheeks. Her tits, once a humble pair, were now tempting melons that were worthy of a slut.

A rush of arousal surged through Alsephina, and she gulped, feeling a warmth spread through her core as her struggles lessened. Her body reacted instinctively, the sight of Hyra’s transformation igniting a fire within her. Fenris had done this to Hyra, forging the sweet mare into a whorish reflection of her former self, and now he had the same intentions for Alsephina. Her own body betrayed her, slickness gathering between her legs as she imagined the changes she might undergo.

She eyed his scarf, watching as magic was consistently flowing out of it. She knew he was messing with her lust and mind already, but she wasn’t going to yield. Even if she was regrettably turned on, she couldn’t let herself become his fucktoy.

“I…I won’t ever become like her! You won’t make me a - haaa…~”

A slow moan escaped Alsephina as Fenris slid his cock along her slit. Each throb of his cock was met with a wink of her snatch, as he taunted her pussy with devilish expertise.

“I’ve heard enough, whore,” Fenris purred. “You’ll be bouncing your ass for me like your friend over here.” He eyed Hyra, a smirk spreading across his face. “Speaking of…”

Hyra perked up, glancing over her shoulder while continuing to bounce her rump. Curiosity swept itself over her as she watched her Master conjure up a new spell. A strand of magic began to flow out from Alsephina’s head, slowly guiding itself towards her as she watched her Master weave his spell. She had no concern as to what it may do, as she trusted her Master entirely, but she couldn’t help but ponder what he was up to.

She shuddered as the strand of magic caressed her flanks, letting out a deep groan as she felt it press against the mark on her womb. She intensified her motions, clapping her fattened flanks harder as pleasure began to sweep over her.

“Ahn ~ Master! What’s this?” she cooed, calming a portion as the pleasure subsided.

“A simple spell,” Fenris replied. “Once your friend’s mind is destroyed and she becomes my breeding bitch, you’ll finally be able to cum. The second she breaks, you’ll know—thanks to the wave of bliss that’ll hit you!”

Hyra’s eyes widened, a look of joy in that darkened gaze of hers. “Ooooh!~ That sounds super hot!” She gnawed her lip, almost giddy. “Well…ruin her, Master! I can’t wait to worship you alongside her!”

“With pleasure~” Fenris answered. Pulling his hips back, he made sure Alsephina was truly locked in this mating press as he lined his tip up with her snatch. “I’m already worked up by your throat, so this’ll be fast!”

Feeling his cock pressing against her pussy, Alsephina’s efforts to escape renewed their intensity. “N-No! Get off! You can’t - nnngh!!!”

Her plea fell on deaf ears, as Fenris plunged his cock into her depths. Her walls clenched down on him instantly, squeezing and caressing every inch of his cock that forced its way into her. He slammed into her, the mating press allowing him to push every last inch he had into her depths.

The reaction from Alsephina was instant. Her gaze was thrown up, her eyes rolled back, and a whorish, guttural groan escaped her as she came the instant he slammed into her. Her womb was kissed by his tip, as her walls convulsed and spasmed from the sheer intensity of his thrust and size of his cock. Her limbs twitched at her sides, her body shuddered intensely, and her juices spewed out of her cunt and painted his stallionhood and groin in lust.

“Already cumming? Such a pathetic ‘goddess’,” Fenris snarled, staring daggers into her eyes as she delved into the seas of ecstasy. “I’d love to taunt you, to truly revel in your futile state, but I’m here to ruinyou and make you my eternal slave.”

With his words, he began to pound into her with reckless abandon. The quiet forest soon was filled with the sound of wet slaps and intense moans, as Fenris began to undo Alsephina at a psychological level. The sound of soft clapping soon joined, as Hyra resumed her bouncing motions, excitedly watching her friend be rutted into oblivion.

“C’mon, Master! Show her what the rest of her life is going to be like!” Hyra cheered. “Show her the joy of being your fucktoy!”

Fenris released a groan of his own, finding Alsephina’s depths shockingly tight. She’d make a wonderful second slave, and she’d act as a confirmation that his curse worked on non-ponies. He was confident it would, but once she’d confirm it he had no cause for concern.

Alsephina struggled beneath him, calling upon all of her sanity to stand against him even now. “S-Shut - nngh - up! Both of y-you!”

“I’m saying the truth, Alse!” Hyra replied. “It’s the best! You’ll love it!” A devilish grin split her muzzle, as she eyed Alsephina. “Hurry up and become his bitch so I can cum~”

Fenris slammed into Alsephina harder, smiling up at his slave. “When she falls is more my decision~ But it’ll be soon!” He turned his attention down towards the griffon he was ravaging. “She may act like she doesn’t want this, but her cunt is gripping me like a vice~”

Alsephina didn’t reply, all too focused on withstanding the pleasure coursing through her. Every slam Fenris made hit her g-spot with gusto, each thrust he did was met by her body subconsciously bucking her hips back into him, and every plunge ushered her closer to yet another climax.

Magic coursed through her nerves, elevating her pleasure, encouraging her will to weaken for the moment he’d cum inside her. Her entire body quivered, the sensations accosting her sundering her sanity bit by bit. She was being utterly dominated, used by Fenris like she was nothing—and it sang to unknown depths of her being that were delighted to feel this way.

“It’s almost time, pet,” Fenris whispered, his muzzle held close to her ear. “I think that’s what I’ll make you~ My pet. A goddess turned into a collared, happy pet~”

Alsephina’s eyes shot open, wide as dinner plates. The notion of becoming a slave was absurd enough, but the idea of her becoming a eager, panting, fucktoy pet was a whole new level of shame. The idea made her shudder, but from the feeling of Fenris’ body beginning to tense, she knew she had to fight with everything she had shortly.

“Enough games, let’s get the real show started,” Fenris snarled, pulling out nearly entirely, he slammed back into Alsephina with everything he had. “You’re mine.”

“N-No! Wait - AAAHN~”

Alsephina futilely attempted a final plea, only to have her voice muffled by a scream of pained delight. As Fenris slammed into her a final time, he lunged forward, sinking his teeth into her shoulder. His fangs sank into her flesh as his knot popped into her depths, the thrilling pain making Alsephina climax on the spot.

It didn’t hurt, not even a bit. His bite only sent pleasure through her body, her climax striking with immense force. Her pussy gushed with her lust, her body spasmed, and she brayed to the heavens with moans of sheer ecstasy.

But her climax hadn’t even had the chance to begin calming as another struck her body, this time ushered forcefully by what she knew could spell her doom. Ropes of Fenris’ corruptive cum began to flood her depths, filling her womb to the limit and marking the walls of her snatch as his.

Her world spun in circles, each surge of essence sending her for a whirlwind of delight. Her mind despised it, but the sheer intensity of her body’s euphoria shattered any logical thought. She could merely squirm, screaming bliss and gushing her lust, as she was bred then and there.

Fenris kept pumping into her for what felt like hours, until finally his onslaught of seed came to an end. Releasing her shoulder from his jaw, he slowly rose up, towering over Alsephina’s prone form.

Sweat ran down her body, her eyes had nearly rolled up, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her feathers were a mess. But, as he glanced down, a wicked smile spread itself across his muzzle.

In a flash of light, a purple symbol appeared over Alsephina’s womb. Its appearance made the griffon’s body tense with pleasure, another wave of lust gushing out of Alsephina’s pussy in the process.

She was pregnant with his foal, or foals, thanks to the sheer amount of cum he had given her. Even still, the best part for him had yet to arrive. Popping his cock out of her depths, he watched as his seed began to flow out of her. That very seed was going to destine her to her new life serving him.

Glancing back at Hyra, he winked. “I think you’ll be able to cum soon~” He stepped back, standing upright as he let Alsephina’s hind legs fall down. “She’s pregnant, but not a slave just yet.” He narrowed his gaze. “My curse better work.”

“B-Bastard…” Alsephina grumbled, slowly beginning to roll onto her stomach. “You…bas…bastard…”

Unintentionally, she had offered Fenris the relief he had been looking for. With her ass now facing him, he was able to see his magic dancing over her cheeks, as they slowly began to plumpen up. His curse was beginning to set in.

“Give in, slut,” he commanded, trotting beside her. “You can’t resist. Join your dear friend. Become my lowly pet.”

Alsephina could feel her body changing. Her hips slowly widening, her asscheeks growing fatter, her tits plumping up, and the faintest feelings of dark magic outlining her legs—taking the shape of wood. Even with the sensations coursing through her, she slowly began to stand.

Stumbling forward, somehow maintaining her balance, she shook herself off. Tremors ran through her body as she recovered from the remnants of her orgasms. She tried to turn, but struggled to focus on moving, as the corruptive thoughts began to flow in.

Serve him. Become his whore.

“I-I’ll never…bastard…” she grumbled, shaking her head.

Fenris looked on with joy. Her ass was getting juicier by the second, and now he knew his curse would work on all species. Trotting over beside Hyra, he gripped her plump flank, squeezing it and earning a moan from the mare.

“She’ll be bouncing that ass of hers beside you soon enough~”

Hyra watched Alsephina with wonder, pure joy in her eyes. “I can’t wait, Master! She’ll be an amazing whore!”

“Gah! S-shut up!” Alsephina exclaimed, stumbling around further. “I won’t b-become like you!”

But serving is your purpose.

“Stop it!”

Your body is being formed for that exact purpose.

Still feeling her assets growing sluttier, Alsephina stamped the ground. “Get out!”

Watching the show, Fenris spanked Hyra’s ass, his excitement growing as he saw darkness beginning to creep into Alsephina’s eyes. The griffon’s ass was already nearly as big as Hyra’s, and she still had a ways to go.

He was quite pleased with the development. Out of the two, It was looking like she’d have the bigger rump, and Hyra would remain supreme when it came to their racks. A lovely difference, and one he’d indulge in plenty.

Wood began to properly form on Alsephina’s talons, as she put her all into resisting his spell within her mind. A part of her was growing to love this, to love the idea of becoming a slave, as more of her free will crumbled to his influence.

Endless bliss, endless pleasure, endless foals, and endless servitude—all would be hers if she gave up. If she let him win, tossing aside centuries of pride and power, she’d be lost in an eternal sea of sheer euphoria.

Submit to your Alpha.

“N-Never!” Alsephina yelled back, though her voice was notably weaker.

Fenris caressed Hyra’s flank further, leaning down to whisper in his slave’s ear. “Almost there~”

Shuddering from her Master’s touch, Hyra groaned. “Please…”

The wood on Alsephina’s wings and talons had finished forming, as the darkness in her eyes spread further.

Obey your Master.

Alsephina shook her head harshly. “I c-can’t - nnngh - no!”

Bit by bit, the walls of her will crumbled from the unrelenting force that was Fenris’ curse. Her body had already been claimed and corrupted, and her mind was nearly there.

Flashes of Fenris danced through her mind. Images of her worshiping his cock, kissing him, riding him, gravid with his foals and more. Each one more tantalizing than the last, one after the other feeling right to her more and more.

She felt how plump her ass had become, she felt the weight of her tits, and she felt a rush of delight course through her veins as more of her magic transformed her. Goddess or not, she couldn’t stop this.

Sliding a talon into Hyra’s winking cunt, Fenris licked his lips. “It’s finally time~”

“Nnnngh…” Hyra groaned, eyes fluttering. “F-For?”

Alsephina’s stumbling ceased. Her forelegs gave out on her as her torso fell forward, her ass remaining up in the air.

Become a slave.

“I…shouldn’t…”

Submit to bliss.

“I…w-want…Mas…n-no…he’s a bas…bastard…”

Serve him.

“I…want…”

Forever.

“To…serve…”

For Eternity.

“Nnngh…”

Alsephina went still. Raising a brow, Fenris eyed the griffon. He was unsure what had happened, the air quiet beyond the sound of Hyra’s moans.

“Yesssssh! Maaaaster!!!”

Before those moans became screams of sheer delight.

Spasming beside him, Hyra endured the most intense climax of her life. Marish juices gushed from her cunt, she felt forward as her legs gave out, her eyes rolled back, and her tongue lolled out—as she frantically bucked her hips back into Fenris talon, furiously fucking herself on the digit.

The sight Hyra provided was astounding, but Fenris had his eyes set on the griffon before him. Alsephina remained still, the occasional twitch in her legs being the only movement, but the climax Hyra was experiencing told him everything he needed to know.

Reaching the end of her orgasm, Hyra collapsed entirely, laying flat on her stomach as she slipped her Master’s talon out of her depths. She mumbled senselessly, wavering on unconsciousness as she basked in an unforgettable afterglow. A part of Fenris wanted to tend to his slave, but he knew she’d be fine, plus, he had something far more important to focus on.

Trotting towards Alsephina, he loomed over her. Extending a claw, he caressed the griffon’s asscheeks. She didn’t even flinch at his touch, merely shuddering as he began to grope her rump. Her flank was fat, juicy, and pillowy as could be, sundering his patience. Rising onto his hind legs, he slapped his length between her soft cheeks.

“What is your purpose, slut, tell me,” he demanded.

Immediately Alsephina’s hips began to move. Much like Hyra had done, she began to bounce her ass on Fenris’ cock, clapping her fattened asscheeks for his pleasure. They rippled wonderfully, massaging his cock just like Hyra had when she had fallen. Glancing back, she opened her eyes. Her scleras were entirely dark, hearts resting within her pupils, as a smile spread across her beak.

“To serve and please you, Master~”

It was time for Fenris to indulge himself further.

Chapter 4: Intimacy and Matrimony

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Chapter 5: An Exotic Guest

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