Beyond The Goddess Within

How could I have let this happen?

Luna couldn’t stop asking herself that.  She didn’t think there was any harm in playing with the Elements of Debauchery just one more time. She couldn’t help it.  After all, the white one fit so perfectly in her pussy, and the purple one was just right for her ass.

But, clearly, this was one time too many.

Earlier that day, her curtains drawn, she crouched down on the floor of her bedroom, and thrust the two objects deep inside her.  Using her magic the way she practiced to perfection on the moon, she tugged the dildos back and forth, feeling her changing innards grip their rippled edges for a satisfying hump.  As hot juice squished from her dark-blue cunt, her elongating fingers extended around her stretching clit, which soon formed her own modest cock.  Remaining on all fours, she vigorously rubbed her new shaft with her hand until spurts of crystal-blue jizz burst from her in two directions.  Purring, she eased the Elements out of her, then basked in the afterglow of her pleasure.

Then, simultaneously, the two dildos crumbled to dust.

Luna hadn’t moved since.  She lost track of time, and in reality had spent hours wondering if she could put them back together.  The sight immediately brought back terrible memories of the night she’d destroyed the Elements of Harmony as Nightmare Moon, and she despaired about whether this was retribution for that selfish act.  She had no idea how she was going to explain this to her sister, who had entrusted her with this awesome responsibility.

Luna tried every spell she could think of, but after a while, she realized the twin piles of dust would never again look like the four - no, three - phallic shapes still sitting in the opened chest across the room.

Instead, the dust merely blended together into a uniform shade - one neither purple nor white.

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The idea began, as many do, with a problem.  Twilight and Rarity both wanted to stay in their two-legged forms without using their hands or their magic.  Sure, both knew it felt good to change, and better still to squirt, but to become a goddess for an extended period of time became a dream as identical as their pale violet coats.

Back in the Carousel Boutique, Twilight took the first step when she noticed how well her marehood responded to vibrations.  The discovery came quite by accident, while Rarity struggled to operate her sewing machine with her magic while both hands fingered her pouting white pussy.  Sitting on the floor, Twilight felt the reverberations buzz through her loins, and the sensation intensified when she neared the leg of Rarity’s sewing table.  She liked how well the shivering wood felt against her clit as she rubbed against it, but it soon proved uncomfortable at a higher intensity.

It was then that Twilight turned Rarity’s kitchen into a makeshift lab.  She sat spread-eagle on the cold tile counter and felt the way different utensils stimulated her marehood.  Eventually, she came upon a large white whisk with a thick rubber handle.  The handle felt wonderful inside her, but the metal loops of the whisk made it hard to manipulate.  Twilight retrieved a knife and removed the whisk from the handle, then slowly began to reshape the handle, whittling it into a strange hook shape that fit her innards perfectly, while stimulating her clit.  She spent another hour recalling a vibration spell she practiced back in Canterlot, and when her pink and purple stars flowed out of her cunt once more, her device was complete.

When Twilight returned to Rarity’s sewing room, holding the object inside her with a free hand, she couldn’t help but admire the view.  Her friend was in her goddess form as well, her backside facing her.  Standing before a gilded mirror, Rarity was wrenching a tight piece of purple fabric between her smooth white buttocks.  It was a strange thing for a pony to put on - it looked uncomfortable and much of it disappeared between her cheeks.

“It took me all day to make this blasted thing,” sulked Rarity, stirring her clit once more to stay in her form, “and I had to wash my measuring tape twice.”

Twilight giggled and stood behind Rarity, kissing her gently on the neck.  Her left hand slid up Rarity’s belly to her left breast, while her right remained over her vibrating marehood.

“I think I have just the solution,” said Twilight, easing the former whisk-handle out of her wet cunt.

Twilight gently guided out the object, then held it upright in front of Rarity’s face.  Her friend was shocked, but at the same time intrigued by the device, watching Twilight’s pink and purple stars drip down the length and over her fingers.  She felt the vibration through Twilight’s body, and when she rubbed its gooey tip against Rarity’s erect nipple, the dressmaker shuddered in pleasure, sliding two fingers deeper into her garment.  Twilight panted into her ear and slid the object down the front of her, causing Rarity’s tail to flick against her waist.  At last, Twilight pulled the fabric over her marehood aside and eased it into her.  The fabric snapped back, holding the object inside.

“Oooohhhh—” cooed Rarity, her body shuddering back against her friend.  Twilight smirked, holding Rarity from behind as she gently rubbed her hard nipples into her back.  Twilight’s horn glowed and the vibrations intensified until they could both feel it in their loins.  Rarity’s voice trembled, her body feeling like it was about to melt.

It wasn’t long before Rarity, her hands and magic freed, made Twilight a matching pair of “ponties,” as she called them.  By then, Twilight made a second rubber “pleasure horn” out of a re-purposed handle to a second whisk.  After that, the two friends remained in their goddess forms, sitting flank-to-flank on Rarity’s fluffy red couch, both of them dripping wet to the relentless pulse of the vibration spell and the tight confines of their garments.

When the town clock chimed four times, Twilight remembered something, but refused to remove her device.  She summoned a blank scroll and a quill from her discarded saddle bag.  Dipping the quill into Rarity’s non-metaphorical ink pot, Twilight began to write her letter to Princess Luna in a trembling cursive font:

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Distracted by a gathering commotion outside, Mayor Mare excused herself from a meeting with her speech-writer, Measured Narrative.  The two had been working on a speech to calm fears over the monster attack the night before.  However, when The Mayor stepped out onto the second floor balcony of Ponyville’s Town Hall, she was stunned by what she saw.  The building was surrounded by strange creatures, all of them moaning like they ate a batch of Baked Bads as they wrestled each other under the hot sun.  Her snout crinkled to the stench of unbridled exertions, so she covered her nose with a hoof and took stock of the situation.

For a moment, she feared a new type of pest had infested her town, turning her community into some alien nest.  She then started to recognize cutie marks and the colors of their long, muscular bodies.  She realized these two-legged creatures grabbing onto each other were her citizens, all of them transformed by the same strange magic that was making them fight and moan with relentless vigor.  There were too many ponies to count, and she could only focus on a few at a time.

Cheerilee was on all fours near a light pole, her legs much longer than before, and her body stretched into an unfamiliar set of curves.  She looked to be trying to swallow something on the front of a short, round pony that looked an awful lot like Snips.  Another creature resembling Snails was trying to climb over the back of her, his long appendages holding fast to her flanks.  Both were shoving her body back and forth in a kind of tug-of-war, shaking the strange magenta shapes that now dangled from the schoolteacher’s chest.

A few feet away, Lotus was sitting on Aloe’s face, her hoof somehow able to grip her white collar and rip it from her throat.  This done, Lotus licked her lips, grabbed Aloe’s thighs, and plunged her face between her legs.  The two locked together in their long arms, they rolled through the dirt, their pastel coats smeared in the damp mud that was forming beneath the crowd.  When the spa ponies bumped to a stop against another cream-colored pony, The Mayor could see it was Twist, her breasts large, her glasses fogged-up, and her cunt stuffed with the long end of a red-and-white candy cane she gripped in her right hand.

It was then that The Mayor’s eyes moved toward a tree, beneath which Bon Bon was sitting in Lyra’s lap.  Both were locked in a kiss, the former’s arms wrapped around the neck of the latter.  It was a most unexpected sight, not so much because the two were mares, but because they were moving much slower and rubbing each other’s fur.  The more The Mayor watched them, the more the sights and sounds of the crowd fell away.  She began to absentmindedly lick the hoof she’d held to her nose.  At that moment, Lyra opened her right eye and seemed to be staring right up at her.  The Mayor felt embarrassed, but also stimulated by her gaze, especially when she smiled and gently squeezed Bon Bon’s noticeably-wider flank.

The Mayor then jumped and shook her head, as if awakened from a trance.  The sound and smell descended on her like a heavy rain.

“Th-This is bad,” she gasped.  “What in Equestria is going on here?”

Immediately, her thoughts turned to Twilight, who most certainly had the answer.  But as she ran back into the building, Measured Narrative was already leaning against a bookcase, a swirl of his  magic summoned around a strange floppy protrusion that now extended from his dark grey lap.  The Mare couldn’t help but watch him for a moment, how his papers were scattered haphazardly about his flank, before she galloped down the stairs, holding her breath.

“My Celestia!” she thought to herself.  “It’s contagious!”

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The Mayor burst from the front door of Town Hall, a paper mask strapped firmly to her face.  There, the moans of the crowd were even louder, and the mask did little to hide the powerful odor they produced.  On the porch beneath her was Roseluck, who looked up at her with glazed eyes as her pale-yellow right hand gripped tightly around the base of a railing behind her.  Berry Punch, her fur caked from untold amounts of fluid, was holding her flanks in her strange violet hands, feverishly drinking her nectar to an audible hum.  The florist now reeked of a heavy honey-like scent, and The Mayor was struck by how Roseluck whimpered and moaned as she shoved back and forth against the topmost stair.

“Don’t worry,” The Mayor told her, “I’ll get help.”

A familiar giggle caused The Mayor’s ears to twitch.  She looked up and there was Pinkie leaning against the wall of Quills and Sofas.  As she made her way toward her through the crowd, Pinkie appeared to be standing up, entranced by something she was looking at beneath her, and her fluffy pink mane started to relax and fall over the side of her face.  By the time she got there, she saw three slender creatures were sitting on all fours around her, licking the last few brown chocolate-smelling smears from her lower body.  The Mayor tried to shoo them away, but the Cunt Munching Crusaders held their ground and continued to lick Pinkamena’s body like nursing foals.

“Pinkie Pie!” yelled The Mayor over the moans around her, “What happened out here?  Where’s Twilight?”

Pinkamena didn’t answer.  Instead, she just sighed and slid further onto her back.  She licked her lips and gestured with her stubby pink fingers toward the middle of her body.  Applebloom and Sweetie Belle responded by sucking on her breasts while Scootaloo stood between her thighs to tease her navel with her tongue.  Pinkamena giggled, and her body began to glow brightly.  The Mayor narrowed her eyes, and could swear she could start to see the grass through the pink pony’s body.  Still, she persisted.

“Pinkie, have you seen Twilight?”

Scootaloo nudged The Mayor out of the way as she kissed Pinkamena on the lips, and Applebloom turned backward, straddling the pink pony’s body so she could lick her juicy cunt.  Sweetie Belle smirked mischievously, then decided to surprise Applebloom by kissing hers as well, letting her tongue root deep inside her apple-scented snatch.

All the while, The Mayor watched as Pinkamena’s body started to jiggle more and more.  A strange new scent filtered through her mask - a distinctively-strawberry-smelling odor - and the stronger it became, the more her inner glow revealed how translucent she was becoming.  Before long, Pinkamena’s face and eyes followed suit, everything turning to a faded pink, everything jiggling.  It was not until Scootaloo took a tiny bite from Pinkamena’s mane that The Mayor realized she’d been turned into a giant pink gummy-pony.

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Photo Finish wouldn’t let The Mayor get close to Fluttershy.

Wearing only her sunglasses, her pointy breasts defying gravity from the front of her faded-blue body, Finish waved her off with cum-covered fingers, then stuck them back to the flash button on her camera.  On the other end of the lens, sitting on the lap of a wild-eyed grizzly bear, the transformed yellow pegasus was panting deeply, her head hung low, apparently deep in concentration.  Her yellow legs were splayed apart, her weeping cunt just inches from the tip of the bear’s angry red cock.

“Now vee make - zee porno!”

Transfixed, The Mare watched as Fluttershy extended her massive wings and, in one flap, lifted herself onto the tip of the bear’s cock.  She was the model Finish always knew she was.

“What in Equestria—” started The Mayor.

In a hail of flashes from Finish’s clicking camera, the yellow pegasus eased down all eight inches of the bear’s protuberance, guiding it inside of her with her hands until her soaking lips sucked around the base of his shaft.  The two creatures moaned in unison and began thrusting, the bear growling from between his sealed fangs.  The more Fluttershy flapped her wings to keep hopping, the more the bear leaned forward until he stamped his forelegs into the soft ground, causing Finish to calmly take one step back.  The photographer continued her work uninterrupted, turning the camera from side to side as she watched the bear take her from behind.

Under the shadow of the bear’s stomach, The Mare saw Fluttershy’s eyes open and flash bright red, illuminating a trail of spit that leaked from the edge of her mouth.  She could swear the meek pegasus’ fur was changing color, turning the same dark brown as the bear, and she immediately ran for her life.  Finish, however, was elated.

“Wunderbar!” she cheered, leaning between the bear’s forelegs for a better shot.

As she scrambled away, The Mayor tripped over a blushing Dr. Whooves, who was getting a vigorous hand-job from a wide-eyed Derpy, whose crossed eyes watched the tip of his throbbing brown member with the anticipation of a child with a jack-in-the-box.  The contact sent The Doctor over the edge, and he came violently, narrowly missing The Mayor’s flank before splattering hot seed all over the Mail Mare’s face.

Photo Finish turned just in time to catch the money shot.  Derpy smiled.  The Mayor blushed, sensing her flank had made its way into the picture.

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“Twilight?” gasped a full-figured Applejack, “No, I ain’t seen her.”

The Mare wanted to ask a follow-up question, but he coughed at how foul the freckled pony’s breath smelled.  Just like that, Applejack returned to licking the inside of her brother’s asshole.  Big Macintosh was still making it hard for her to do this.  He was on all fours in front of her, thrusting his powerful hips forward, shoving his long black cock into his big red hand such that his powerful flanks clamped around her sister’s face.  Beneath him, Colgate scrunched her tiny blue breasts together, grinning brightly up at him.  She still reeked of mint, but also of sweaty desperation, and he couldn’t stop staring into those deep sapphire eyes of hers.

“Make me dirty,” cooed Colgate, her teeth twinkling in the late-afternoon sun, “squeeze your toothpaste all over me, Big Mac!”

Applejack took exception to that.  Determined to get his attention, she dipped her head down and sucked her brother’s left nut into her mouth.  She rolled to her side and lifted her tail, letting The Mare see her shove two fingers even deeper into her freckled snatch.  In that position, The Mayor could see Applejack’s body begin to grow even more.  Her breasts retreated into a broadening chest and her muscles became more defined.  She sat up and grunted, and soon her thrusting fingers wrapped around an expanding shaft.

By the time she got to her feet, Applejack had turned into a bipedal stallion of her own.  She pulled her head from her brother’s balls and took stock of her own.  She was a virtual clone of her brother - her scattered mane and cum-caked cutie mark were all that remained of her former self.

“Well, I’ll be,” she said, her voice noticeably deeper.

The Mayor could watch no longer.  She turned away, but in her periphery saw Applejack shove her new cock in her brother’s ass.  A few steps later, loud groan shivered The Mare’s eardrums as Big Mac suddenly came, his thick cock exploding all over Colgate’s beaming face.

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It was no use.  The Mayor had to find Twilight on her own.  By the time she crossed over a cobblestone bridge and out of the town square, she looked back and was relieved to find she had eluded a wild-eyed Donut Joe.  Thankfully, the lumbering Joe took a detour and chose to jump in the river to join Flitter and Cloudchaser, who were tongue-kissing each other as they stood pressed together, hands roaming each other’s bodies.  Out of view, Joe took both light-blue sisters in his big arms, letting the sisters take bites out of the pink donut that was wrapped around his stiff black-and-gold cock.  A few bites later, their tongues were slithering up and down his shaft, his sugary-sweet pre dribbling from the flared tip.

No sooner had The Mayor reached safety when Soarin and Spitfire landed right in front of her.  The Mayor shrieked, fearful of what she might witness next.

“Mayor Mare,” said Spitfire.  “Hey, what’s wrong?”

The Mayor breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that both ponies were still in their normal four legged-forms.  She glanced at Soarin and adjusted her glasses, then ignored a passing thought.

“Oh, thank goodness,” muttered The Mayor.  “You’re normal.”

“Yeah,” squeaked Soarin.  “Nothing strange about us.”

“Um, okay?  Hey, have you seen Rainbow Dash?” asked Spitfire.

All of a sudden, Soarin’s suit sprouted wings of its own and began to rise.  The front of the suit stretched, then pulled free from his face.  The face re-formed and filled-out, its eyes blinking open as a rainbow-colored mane sprouted from the top of its head.  Just like that, the entire front half of the suit turned into Rainbow Dash, who pointed a gooey hoof at her chest.

“Right here!” said Dash.

Dash dove and wrapped her hooves around Spitfire’s throat.  She closed her eyes and kissed Spitfire’s cheek as her face melted and slipped over hers, causing her mane to disappear once more.  Spitfire struggled, pulling taut the stretch of blue that now linked her to Soarin, and Dash’s body uncoiled from Soarin’s body like a hose.  The blue streak then whipped about Spitfire’s yellow chest, dripping down as it coalesced and cinched-down on her body.  Spitfire grit her teeth and grunted, then blinked open her eyes through the same blue eye-holes.  She flapped her wings and looked over herself, seeing the same rainbow pattern on the front of her.

“Am I wearing Rainbow Dash?” asked Spitfire.  The suit gave her a wedgie, then giggled into her ear.  She moaned, then felt a gathering dampness at the spot.

The Mayor ran away once more, and at the behest of his erection, Soarin began to transform.

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At last, The Mayor reached the library, its shape silhouetted by the setting sun.  At first glance, dozens of construction ponies seemed hard at work putting it back together.  But as she moved closer, she heard neither the hammering of nails, nor the sawing of wood.  Instead, the workers were working on each other.  The hard muscles of their changed bodies had torn through their flimsy orange vests, and now naked, their scruffy, sweaty forms dangled from the broken branches like overripe fruit.

Flushed from all the running, The Mayor uncovered her mouth and sat down on the grass, panting as she watched the perverse display reach its climax.  Many of the workers were climbing over each other, thrusting their long, sticky cocks in each other’s asses.  Others were gripping their members with hungry, calloused hands, while still others were licking and kissing them.  All of them moaned low and deep, and as white cream spat from cock after cock, the spectacle of their sex quickly overcame The Mayor’s failing resolve.

The faster they moved, the faster the middle-aged pony felt her heart beat, and with muted pops, her body started stretched into a goddess for the first time.  She didn’t watch her change, but felt it all the same, discovering her nipples, her thighs, and finally her marehood.  She let the feelings  become one with what she was witnessing.  At last, she discovered the secret behind all she had witnessed.  At last, she felt pleasure, and the anticipation of her first orgasm.

And at last, every pony in Ponyville had discovered their gods and goddesses within.

<<Your New Student,

Twilight Sparkle>>

Twilight could wait no longer.  She leapt on top of Rarity and kissed her as hard as she could, sucking her tongue into her mouth and nibbling her lips.  Scroll, ink, and quill fell from her magic and onto the floor, and as the black liquid crept through the floorboards, Rarity pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around her friend’s back.

The two ponies began tugging at each other’s ponties, their bodies still humming to the din of the pleasure horns buried deep inside them.  Each lifted their legs to let the tiny pieces of fabric rip free, and when their legs scissored together, their cunts mashed into one another in one soaking kiss.  The two moaned as the bottom ends of their pleasure horns bumped together, intensifying their combined vibrations.

The two bounced off each other on contact, shoving their loins even harder together, but just as quickly began to claw toward each other once more.  Feeling the cushions soak under a fresh coat of hot juice, the two reached out and grabbed the other’s horn.  Both felt a strain in their neck as they adjusted themselves, then a buzzing pleasure as their shapes were caressed.  As a muted purple aura embraced them both, they sat up and, just as suddenly, began to levitate a foot above the couch.

Panting and moaning louder and louder in their cocoon of light, the pleasure horns fell from their trembling pussies, and now their world now vibrated once more.  The light grew brighter as the two felt their fur stand on end, both of them knowing that they were one orgasm away from becoming one once more.  The two kissed and hugged each other tightly, their eyes pinched shut as their bodies began to tremble toward their quivering climax.

When it happened, the two cried into each other’s ears, hearing their voices blend into one.  The flash spiked, then disappeared, and Sparkling Gem thumped back onto the damp couch.  Gasping in the afterglow, the pale violet pony slowly shuddered back into her four-legged form, then rolled onto her hooves on the sticky floor.  Twilight regained their balance while Rarity admired their body in the mirror.  Only then did they notice the moans coming from outside.

“It sounds like we’re missing quite the party,” said Rarity’s voice.  Twilight’s giggle followed.

“Let’s go!” said Twilight.

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Princess Luna was on all fours now, sobbing uncontrollably.  One by one over the last few minutes, the remaining Elements of Debauchery crumbled into piles of dust, and now a rainbow-hued litter-box filled the chest at the other end of her room.  She sniffled over the pile, feeling over it with her hooves in hopes that any one of the Elements were still intact.  There was nothing.

Then, out of the chaos, one name came to mind.

Zecora.

Luna jumped on the idea instantly.  She knew it was a long shot, but at this point, it was the only chance she had.  Using her magic, she gathered up as much of the dust she could, then funneled it into a dark velvet sack tied together with a length of golden rope.  She gripped the sack tightly in her teeth and pulled open the curtains just in time to see the setting sun.

As darkness gathered outside, she fanned out her wings and leapt out the window, then glided straight toward the Everfree Forest.