Chapter 3 ‘The Sickness’

‘A pony must let herself go before she can truly live.’

I woke in a cold sweat, panting and shaking. It was another one of those dreams, the ones which she created to stimulate me. Those dreams would leave me with a wet sheet and that glaring feeling to satisfy my body. Maybe just one touch, that couldn't hurt right. I mean it’s ok to do, what I am scared about.

Yes...

Oh, that's what.

The darkness of the night filled the room, concealing its contents within its shadow. What moonlight made through the curtains only illuminated a small crack on the floor. In the darkness it was silent, until I began to expel air violently from my body. I coughed with a large rock in my throat. It felt as if my neck was going to rip as I tried to draw breath. The headache was back and nearly as bad as before, throbbing with pain. It was weird, this sickness didn’t just creep up on me, it just appeared from nothing. The infection just materialised itself inside me. Even so, I was hot and sweating profusely. It must have been from the sickness for I didn't 'feel' my urges like before.

Oh great now I feel like...

Stop yourself.

Oh come on! Just one stroke...

I cursed her with polluting me with such thoughts. The figurative rock came up again making me splurge out the loud throaty sounds of a cough. I must go to the bathroom, before I vomit or something.

It was in the pit of my stomach; this sickness had impeded most of my movements and brought my head into a seizure of pain. I slowly made my way across the floor of my bedroom towards the refuge of the bathroom, avoiding all the pillows and dragons on the ground. Was this what I get for lying to Spike about being sick? My legs struggled to keep up my weight, tossing my body around with twitches and sporadic movements.

When I reached the inside of the room, I scurried for the candle. I needed light to see what I was doing.

Or to see yourself...

I struck the waxy stick with a spark from my horn, letting the fire give light in the situation. I looked up into the mirror for inspection. I certainly looked sick, lots of symptoms were present. Drowsiness, restlessness, dry cough, green eyes...

Green eyes?

Green eyes!

Oh god what happened!? Why are they green!? How is that possible!?

Before I screamed I realised that it was the middle of the night and that probably wasn't a good idea. I tried to regain a regular breathing pattern as my new eyes darted around the mirror. It was impossible...

And yet possible...

They were similar to hers, excluding the large slit instead of a round pupil. How can she be doing this to me?

It's simple, you’re becoming me...

My breath was still in disarray, "W-what are you?"

What am I, I'm you...

It started, the tears finally came after many days of suppression and misinformation fed to myself. I was not a normal unicorn. All the occurrences over the past few days since my birthday have pointed to this ridiculous theory which seems to be correct. They rolled down my face and onto the table and floor, my essence of myself slowly leaking from this corrupt body.

I, myself didn't hold the answer, maybe the other me did. Maybe this voice will answer this mares question about her future. With a few sniffs trying to suck it up I asked, "What am I then?"

She giggled maniacally, making me cry a little more.

You aren't a pony at all Twilight!

Disheartened at the news and I welled up even more. I struggled to breathe as more and more tears streamed down my face. The more I cried, the more influential she got, I was now a fragile glass statue and all she needed to do was push me over. I could feel her claw her way from the recesses of myself and onto the exterior of my body. Before I stopped moping, I was already lost to her.

It was the strangest feeling, I could feel everything, I could perceive everything around me, I could see right in front of me but I didn’t have any control. My hooves were away from the reigns as somepony else took control. I knew who it was and who to blame. She had become the master and I the voice inside 'her' head.

She, the corrupted slut in my head was now in control of my body. I tried to scream and move but it was impossible. I could hear myself but I felt my body not move an inch. I had stopped crying at least. I just stared at the floor not making a sound. It wasn't long before I started to laugh softly to myself.

My head jerked upwards facing the mirror, her… my emerald eyes staring right back at me, but it wasn't me. I could feel the grin but I wasn't pulling it. The reflection wasn't showing how I felt; my features didn't represent how I felt inside. Only her emotions showed, ones of lust.

"You enjoy being in the back seat now Twi, Mommy is going to have some fun."

Oh no...

She laid myself back, slowly splitting her hind legs apart. I could see my body reacting, my soft, wet pussy was taunting me. I tried to close my legs but to no avail. The more I stared, the more I wanted to look away but she stared. The more she stared, the more aroused the body became. Suddenly I was feeling horny. No!

Stop this right now, I c-can’t control myself.

"Oh, just cause you asked nicely you think I would respond..." She laughed under her breath, "You should enjoy this."

I knew not to, even so she disobeyed me. She touched it, prodded my privates into a minor surge. The feeling was sooooo gooood... It quivered my body, longing to touch again. No!

Sss-stop!

That damn slut responded with another touch, lingering that much longer lining the folds with my hoof ever so slightly. It was ticklish, I could feel my mouth salivating and trembling from the ecstasy speeding up my nerves. I tried to shake the feeling, to stop it before I lost myself to her. My hooves, all four were quivering again and again as she stimulated me more.

Please? Sto-

Just one more touch sent me over the edge. I could feel a lost for breath, my hoof pushing inside slowly releasing more excrement from below.

Please, More!

That all she needed I guess as she started to rub vigorously. I moaned but my body didn't. Inside my mind I could be as loud as I wanted without any cares in the world. I moaned alright, I moaned so loud as all of the built up tension and stress just flew from me. My pleasure flowed as I screamed for more. Starting to lose control... Must stop...

"That's right Twilight, succumb to yourself, give in to me..."

She didn't seem to react; it only moved its, my hoof all over my pussy in such erotic ways. Yet I, inside my own mind, seem to be the one experiencing every moment of pure pleasure. She just chuckled to feel me have the time of my life. She pushed again and again, heat rising, waves coming in, pleasure overwhelming, someone fucking Open the Fucking Flood Gates!!!

Then she stopped. All the waves receded just as they were about to break. Oh Fuck Celestia! Why did it stop!

"You'll see Twi..."

If I could control my body, I would finish the job. This feeling was so close that when it didn't finish, I nearly felt like exploding. She is the one controlling me, Why the fuck doesn't she finish it!

"Getting a little aggressive aren't we Twi..."

Whoa... Why am I like this...? She is right...

I must be a dirty little slut...

Just waiting to be ripped in half by some raging cock that...

FUCK!!!

As I raged inside, trying to finish it so these thoughts would pass, she had a plan. I could feel my head focus in one direction, my horn igniting with magic, this warm sinister feeling rising from the pits of myself and towards my head. She smiled with her sinister grin, chuckling, laughing at the entity she was creating. I could sense through my drugged mind she was creating something not of this world. Just before she cast the spell, she welled up and exhaled deeply.

The magic leapt from my horn and onto the ground not far away. The green, blackish power warped and grew into something. Something pony shaped, something Stallion shaped, something with a large...

Oh yes... Thank Celestia for this creation. I can finally be pleased.

The mirage completed itself, it was ever moving shadows, no features just the basic shape. But that's what I didn't care about; it was that thing between its legs, the shaft ready to penetrate me. I wanted it to drill me deep inside and thrust until my brains were fucked out.

"Where did this Twilight come from...?” She said to me. "I really like it."

Shut up and tell it to mount yourself, I want this feeling returned. Now!

The body seemed to obey now that it got what it wanted, I waved my hoof gesturing the figure to come forward. The voice conjured this thing for the sole purpose of pleasure, exactly what I want.

The creature stepped its fore hooves over me. Towering over was this hunk of a demon pony. Even if it didn't have any features I felt this instant attraction to it which made me want it more. It lowered its lower body slowly down ever closer to the opening. Its ram prodded the gates which felt, ohhhhh...

I just need it now, now now!

I got what I wished as the cock forced its way into me. It must of ripped something as the girth stretched the sides of me making me growl in pain. I could feel the tears, but the pain quickly changed to something I needed, pure pleasure. It receded and then thrust back in, spiking pain and pleasure in unison. Oh I just felt the hard rod rub every bit of my pussy in this thrilling way. It must be something about a warm cock which rubs me the right way.

My heat rushed, feelings were overwhelming, pleasure exceeding safe boundaries. I was yelling and screaming inside just taking in every thrust of my body. My hind legs kicked in rapid succession as the wave finally rose again. With this figure fucking me I could feel a different feeling. It thrust faster and faster forcing me further back. I could feel this warm rush run from the base of his body right up the tube and into...

The nectar ruptured from his tip and all through me, the white hot substance hitting every note and every nerve. Oh that feeling broke the wave, broke the tidal wave which came crashing down on top of me. My body, me locked in my head, we all moaned. We both in unison felt the build-up rush from us and out all over the smoke demon. Our orgasm was fantastic. Ooohhh... My moans of satisfaction were long overdue.

I could feel my eyes closed. My heavy breathing lifted me up and down like bobbing over the waves at the beach. I just didn't care about anything; all the thoughts and issues were gone for at least two minutes, just reminiscing over that session. By the time I opened my eyes the demon was gone, only the warm feeling of its cum lining my insides were left. Why did I not want to do this?

"Equestria to Twilight. Are you there?"

My breaths were slowly returning to normal, as my other faculties did as well.

What is it?

!!!

Wait, I'm still here?

"You’re locked up in here now; you’re not getting out anytime soon."

Wait you can't take control of my body no!

"Too late, I'm already moving."

My body rolled over, feeling my legs trying to recover from their spasms. They finally carried my weight lifting me to the mirror. She looked forcing me to see our image. My eyes were back to normal, no more emerald colour was present.

"No one will know..."

Oh Celestia, please help me...

Spike rose from his little bed basket, wondering what that commotion was all about. All he heard was smashing of items and loud yells of... He couldn't describe it. He looked around looking for Twilight, nowhere to be seen. "Twilight?"

He got up and dawdled to the balcony looking over the fence and down below. He could see his caretaker opening the door and walking out into the night.

"Twilight, what are you doing?" he queried in his tired state. "It’s really early..."

She stopped and turned to him, grinning widely and chuckling to herself.

"Call me Eclipse."

Author's Note

Back onto clop and here on out most chapters ahead will be clop. Let me know how its going, feedback, comments and likes are appreciated.

-Twhylight