Beyond The Goddess Within

Back in Ponyville, the morning sun revealed the full scale of the devastation wrought the night before.  The town library was quite literally ripped open, jagged edges of the massive tree trunk jutting outward in opposite directions, revealing the collapsed bookshelves inside.  The top of the mighty tree was canted back away from the gathering crowd at an awkward angle, pushed to the brink of toppling over by the tremendous force from inside.

Several ponies with bright orange hard hats set up a fence around the perimeter, stepping over discarded books and chunks of wood as they began their work.  One worker clipped the edge of the large crater out front, almost falling in before he regained his footing.  And as more of Ponyville’s citizens stood in awe in front of the destroyed building, all of them wrinkled their snouts in the air, trying to make sense of the noxious scent that hung about the scene.

But Twilight Sparkle couldn't care less.

Instead, the town librarian was sitting down inside Carousel Boutique, rubbing her moist clit with one hand while reaching her slim purple arm around the back of a yet-unchanged Spike’s neck.  As her fingers tugged against the small protrusions on the side of the baby dragon’s head, she kissed his leathery cheek, then flashed a smirk back at Rarity.  The white unicorn had also rubbed herself into her goddess form, and she stood with her sumptuous backside turned to them both.  The dressmaker was almost done assembling a new mannequin that matched her height perfectly, a steel rod from a round base propping it up on two long legs.  Twilight giggled and licked her tongue up the side of Spike’s face, then breathed deeply into his ear hole.

“Come on, big boy,” whispered Twilight, pulling Spike closer so her hand could slide down his chest.  “Change for mama.”

Twilight drew another quaking breath as she leaned to make a move for Spike’s cock, but his claw smacked her hand away.  Twilight grumbled just loud enough for Rarity to hear over the sound of her work.  With a little “Hmpf!” of approval, the white unicorn lifted her head and squeezed the torso of her mannequin, using her magic to pull together the final few stitches on its side.  She then deliberately released a spool of thread from the blue aura above her and squatted down slowly to pick it up, lifting her ass into the air.  Rarity blushed as she felt her cheeks pull apart, revealing her sex-swollen marehood, diamond-scented juice bubbling out from between the tight ivory lips.  This will please my Master, she thought, her eyes closed, her body tingling in anticipation of being taken once more.

Spike, however, was unimpressed.  He’d seen Rarity in this position just hours earlier, but for whatever reason it just didn’t excite him anymore.  After all, he’d already had her, had already taken her completely, body and soul.  She was his, but now he wanted more.

Spike then felt Twilight’s hand grab his limp cock roughly and Spike jumped out of her grasp, shoving her away.  Twilight fell to her side, looking back at him with tears in her eyes.

“Why are you being so mean, Spike?” asked Twilight.  Rarity quite literally dropped what she was doing and turned toward them, her breasts jiggling to a stop as her shocked white face eased into disdain.

“I just don’t wanna do it right now, okay?” grunted Spike.  “Sheesh!  You won’t stop hanging around me, just leave me alone!”

“Master—,” cooed Rarity, sliding the spool of thread down her flat belly, then suggestively grazing it over her twisted blue pubes.

“And you, too, darn it!” thundered Spike, pointing up at her.  Rarity squeaked, releasing the spool and pushing her soaked fingers against her trembling mouth.  Tasting herself soothed her a little, but only just.  “Let me—OW!”

Spike stopped when his cock suddenly sprung out from his lap, its humble length throbbing into action so quickly that it hurt at its base.  Twilight’s and Rarity’s eyes lit up at the same time, and the purple pony let go of her cunt to reach her dripping fingertips out to touch him.  Rarity had just enough time to take one step forward when a huge burst of cum shot out of the dragon’s dick, splattering a long silvery trail that terminated just short of her stopped hooves.

Twilight grabbed Spike’s cock and wrenched it toward her opened mouth, anticipating the next burst of cum to cover her waiting tongue.  But even as she shook it, nothing more came out, and Spike again pushed her head away with both claws.  Rarity blushed brighter, then ground her teeth as she remembered the night before, how she stood idly by as Twilight straddled her Master’s mammoth cock and licked the tip, making him cum to her touch.  But this time was going to be different.  This time she was going to take a stand.

But the opportunity quickly passed.

The cum on the floor began to move on its own, drawing the three friends’ eyes back to the floor.  The puddle shrank as several streaks of cum radiated outward, splitting into several trails that twisted and turned in seemingly random patterns across the floor.  They watched as the cum formed a glistening outline of something, the mares still stimulated by its mystery.  When the trails stopped, the resulting image looked like a tree - one almost like the library, but shorter and wider.

“What is it, Master?” asked Rarity.  Spike glanced up at both ponies, then turned back and ran toward the door, his hard cock still wagging between his legs.

“Spike, wait!” yelled Twilight, “where are you going?!”

But Spike ran out the door before Twilight could get to her feet.

“Master!” cried Rarity as she scrambled toward the door.  But her hooves slipped in the cum drawing and she skidded down on all fours, her large ass crashing into Twilight’s knees, then pinning them together as Rarity tried to push herself back up.  By the time the two of them got to their feet and opened the door, Spike was nowhere to be seen.

“Spiiiike!” yelled Twilight.  But there was no answer but the tweeting of distant birds.

Twilight was about to call for him again when Rarity shoved her elbow hard into her stomach.  Twilight coughed and hunched forward, looking incredulously back at the town dressmaker.  The two met eyes for only a moment before Rarity reached her hands up around her throat and shoved Twilight back into the building.  Twilight took two steps back, but quickly lost her balance and fell hard onto the unforgiving floor, Rarity falling as well until she was sitting on her stomach and squeezing her hands tighter around her friend’s purple throat.  Twilight’s hands fumbled over hers, trying to rip them free, but Rarity only bore down harder, her bared teeth dripping with spit.

“You,” accused Rarity, her eyes overflowing with tears, “you just can’t leave him alone!”

As Twilight’s hands flailed around wildly, her left clenched into a fist and smashed into Rarity’s cheek, knocking her off her stomach.  As Rarity tumbled away, Twilight shook her sore hand and got to her knees.  Rarity got up and winced back at her, a small trail of blood trickling from her tightened lower lip, her cheek swollen pink by the impact.  She spat a small red puddle onto the floor and her whole body began to tremble visibly.  Twilight froze, shocked by what she had just done.

“I’m sorry, Rarity!” said Twilight, “I’m so sorry!  I didn’t mean it!”

The seething rage within Rarity quickly boiled over and she screamed, lunging back at Twilight like a wild animal.  Twilight looked this way and that for an escape, then slid down to her stomach, as if trying to disappear from view.  But in doing so, Twilight unknowingly exposed her spine to a fast-descending hoof.  With a loud pop, Rarity stomped her hoof against the middle of her back, twisting it counterclockwise into her fur, and Twilight’s body was wracked with a stabbing pain that shot out to every extremity.

“You’re trying to kill my Master!” yelled Rarity, lifting her hoof to stomp down once more. “Now I’m going to kill you!”

This time, Twilight managed to roll away in time before Rarity’s hoof stamped back down, causing her hoof to throb in pain, numbing the muscles in the back of her white leg.  Twilight got to her knees, then sprung to her feet, her upper body feeling heavy from her weakened spine.  Yelling as loud as she could, Twilight grabbed Rarity’s shoulders and leaned forward, pushing her back against the front door so that the back of her white head banged hard against the wood.  As Rarity writhed under her grasp, Twilight slipped her hands down Rarity’s arms and yanked them down, threading their fingers together as Twilight held her hands at her sides.

“We were trying to save him, Rarity, why can’t you understand that?” yelled Twilight.  “He was a monster!”  The word caused Rarity’s eyes to flash red.

“My Master’s not a MONSTER!”

Rarity lunged her head forward, nearly impaling Twilight with her horn.  Twilight moved her head away in time, but not quite fast enough to avoid getting a small cut on her right cheek.  In the same motion, Rarity shoved her face on Twilight’s neck and bit down hard.  Twilight screamed as she felt a little stream of blood trickle down the back of her shoulder, the stinging sensation causing her shaking hands to release her friend.  As she clapped her purple right hand over the wound, Twilight staggered back and saw Rarity charge back at her, her white head lowered so that her horn now aimed at her chest.

Gasping, Twilight stepped a leg back and brought her bloodied hands down over her breasts, allowing her to catch Rarity’s head as her horn slipped between her palms and poked her sternum.  Rarity’s feet caught traction and Twilight quickly ran backwards, smearing her bloodied hands in Rarity’s frayed mane.  Six steps later, Twilight’s backside smacked against a cold stone column that agitated her aching back.  Twilight’s grip faltered once more and Rarity’s body slid up against hers, grinding her sweat-soaked breasts up underneath Twilight’s until they clapped back down against her chest.

Back at eye level, Rarity swung a fist at Twilight, but Twilight grabbed it with her hand and pushed back as hard as she could.  She then felt Rarity’s other hand reach up and grip a fistful of her sparkling purple mane and yank it upward.  Twilight yelped and twitched simultaneously, trying to knee Rarity in her exposed stomach, but instead slipping off the rounded column.  As she began to fall, Twilight’s free hand grabbed Rarity’s arm, causing the white pony to swing around her and fall backward into the embrace of her soft red couch, Twilight falling on top of her atop four quaking limbs.

Rarity tried to kick herself back up, but she merely bounced off Twilight’s chest and thumped back down on the couch, causing Twilight to collapse onto Rarity.  As their sweaty bodies lay pressed against one another, their breasts rubbing against each other to the expansions and contractions of hurried breaths, they stared each other down.  They watched each other fiercely at first, but the more their bodies rubbed, the more their faces relaxed.  Their bodies began to loosen up, their senses reawakened by the peculiar musk of their exercise.  At the same moment, both ponies thrust their faces forward, inhaling as they sucked their lips together in a vigorous kiss.

The two opened their mouths and kissed again, hungry lips smacking each other between darting tongues.  Their arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace, Rarity’s soft hands taking care to brush up and down Twilight’s sore back.  In response, Twilight’s face slipped to Rarity’s right and Twilight kissed her sore cheek, feeling the warmth of the throbbing flesh against her lips.  Twilight’s left thigh next found its way between Rarity’s, where it bumped up against her marehood with a little squish that left a jewel-scented kiss dripping over her purple fur.  Rarity moaned into the cushions of the couch as Twilight rubbed her thigh back and forth, stirring her warm pussy into a searing heat.

Rarity then sat up and Twilight leaned back so they were both sitting up face-to-face.  Rarity kissed the cut on Twilight’s cheek, then more delicately pecked the small wound on her neck, the clotting blood tacking onto her puckered lips.  Twilight hissed as the momentary pain arrived, then quickly waned, thanks to Rarity’s fingers slipping over Twilight’s clit, letting each digit get covered in tiny pink stars.  Twilight’s open mouth drooled as she raised her head up, then lowered it back down, pressing her face into Rarity’s deep cleavage.  As she did, her horn slid into Rarity’s sight and she leaned her white face back to avoid it striking her in the snout.

Then, with a lick of her lips, Rarity stuck out her tongue and flicked its purple tip.  Twilight moaned louder from the unexpected pleasure, her reddening face burying itself deeper between Rarity’s full white tits, the sound of her voice sending a shiver through Rarity’s skin as it bounced off her chest.  As Rarity sucked her mouth over her horn, letting the tip poke the roof of her mouth, a bright purple aura surrounded Twilight’s body.  Rarity could feel the magic tingle against her fur, causing her marehood to soak even more, and when she felt Twilight’s fingers graze her horn and begin to rub, she soon felt her own horn crackle and fizz, enveloping her own body in a similar nebulous sphere of magic, hers a shimmering blue.

The two friends tightened their grip on each other, curling into each other’s embrace.  Their two auras quickly blended together as well, merging as one into an even brighter sphere of energy that swallowed them both, and they could feel themselves being lifted from the couch.  Rarity had long since released Twilight’s pussy, but Twilight’s loins still tingled as though it were still happening, a sensation that quickly came over Rarity as well.  Both their bodies tingled as if they were being violated in every pore by the energy around them, overwhelming their senses to the brink of numbness.  Their hands were left free to rub each other mercilessly in each other’s embrace, every strand of their fur standing on end as tiny bolts of lightning arced between the hairs.

Twilight kissed the inside of Rarity’s right breast and moaned as Rarity sucked Twilight’s horn even harder, her teeth almost chattering against its length from all the energy pouring inside her.  Twilight’s hand was no longer stroking, but now vibrating against Rarity’s horn, accentuating the dull humming sound that grew louder within the sphere.  The light around them grew brighter and brighter, and it still strained their eyes even as they pinched them shut as tight as they could.

All at once, the fast-approaching orgasm caught them off-guard, signaling its arrival by locking the two in place.  And, in that brief moment, the two became little more than a trembling ball of fur.

Finally, in a flash, the two ponies came simultaneously, the force that bonded them together suddenly bursting and disappearing, causing them to fall the three feet back to the floor of the Boutique.  As they both felt themselves fall, their bodies shuddered uncontrollably, gushing a near-constant torrent of juice into the air that crashed down onto each other’s sizzling loins, splattering in all directions.  The two convulsed as if possessed, rubbing their fingers over their pussies as more thick cream spattered out of them like automatic sprinklers.  It seemed to go on forever, and the thought of that being a possibility had just dawned on them both when their glowing bodies finally dimmed.

But, in reality, only one pony was lying there.

The two friends were completely disoriented, both their souls now trapped inside a new unified body.  Twilight lifted a hoof to her horn, feeling Rarity resist its movement as she tapped its spit-covered base.  As the pony’s body convulsed, Rarity blinked open the eyes, but as she stared at the foggy windows of the Boutique, she felt Twilight’s thoughts overwhelm her own, a flurry of questions she couldn’t quite understand.  Eventually, the two managed to get the creature to its feet, and they trotted with steadily-improving steps toward a nearby mirror.  Twilight thrust out a hoof, which Rarity decelerated and rubbed a circle of fog away from the mirror’s face.

What looked back at them was a unicorn just a little taller than either of the two friends.  She had a peculiar shade of fur - not Rarity’s white, nor Twilight’s purple, but a pale violet that was somewhere in between.  Their mane swooped down in Rarity’s curls, but much of the blue hair had merged with streaks of purple and narrower flecks of pink, a blended array of colors that matched the pony’s large irises.  The two friends turned their body and saw their cutie mark had also changed.  Twilight’s pink star was still there on a soft violet flank, but was now surrounded by five blue diamonds.

“Wh-what was that, Twilight?” spoke Rarity’s voice from the pony’s mouth.  She clopped a hoof to the pony’s mouth when she saw it move to her words.

“I—don’t know,” Twilight’s voice followed.  “Wow, this is weird.  I wonder—”

Rarity was about to say something next, but she ended up biting her lip when she felt her hoof, guided by Twilight’s will, poke the top of their marehood.

The pony moaned loudly, both friends’ voices squeezing out of its mouth at the same time, harmonizing in a clamoring noise as three fingers began to squish between their soaking violet lips.