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~”