BREAKING MY FRIENDS

It’s a bright new day in Canterlot Hive, and on track to be a good one. Today is the day that my friends are finally going to arrive. It’s not a moment too soon, either. I looked in on the Elements of Harmony and they aren’t getting better despite all my efforts. They’re just getting worse more slowly.

I can’t understand why, when I’ve already done so much to promote harmony between ponies and changelings. Just think, a week ago legally recognized marriage between a pony and a changeling was considered a crazy, fringe political idea. Now it’s mandatory. I’m so progressive that it hurts sometimes.

There have been a few setbacks, though. The guard hadn’t been as thoroughly defeated as I thought they were in the initial invasion. My decision to be merciful is already costing me, as the soldiers I thought were surrendering have instead melted into the shadows and created the beginnings of what I now understand is a guerilla resistance. Their cowardly strikes from the darkness are taxing my patience, not to mention undermining my efforts to get my little ponies to accept their new status quo. I’ve converted one of the parks in the center of the city into a reeducation camp for captured prisoners. Those poor lost souls just need to be shown the light, and I do give an excellent lecture on the subject if I do say so myself. Mom and Dad have been very helpful in their new jobs with the government, putting a pony face on my plans even if they were a little reluctant at first.

Chrysalis has been moved down into a cell in the dungeon, the deepest one I could find. I don’t need her trying to pull the same thing on my friends as she tried to on Mom and Dad. She’d probably snap their necks if she fooled them into a hug. I go down to the front door to wait for the five of them to arrive, I can feel the changelings guiding them here getting close.

The palace doors open and my friends are standing there in the middle of a knot of changelings, bound up in chains. "Girls!" I call out and cheerily trot up to the group. The five of them cower as I do. I wish ponies would stop doing that, it's very off putting. "It's me. Twilight."

"Twilight?" says Fluttershy, peeking out from behind Rainbow Dash where she's trying to hide herself. "What happened to you? You're scary."

"It's a long story, but I'm a changeling queen now. I'll fill you in on all the details over tea. Our work is just beginning."

The drones unlock their chains, which fall to the ground. "Will the Princesses be joining us?" asks Rarity. "Not that we don't believe you, of course, but it would help put my mind at ease to hear this from them. Independent corroboration, you might say."

I think of Luna, locked up in her room with a broken wing. It's very important I keep her from exerting herself too much while she heals, after all. It's for her own good. "They're not available right now," I say. I don't miss the look that passes between them. "Maybe a little bit later."

I lead them inside and set them down at a table in the dining room. A drone is already waiting there with a freshly brewed pot of jasmine I took from Celestia's secret stash of the really good stuff. I hope my friends enjoy it; my new dietary restrictions mean that while I can eat normal food and drink it doesn't provide any satisfaction. I'm really going to miss coffee.

Over the next hour, I lay out everything that happened to me over the course of the time loop. I have to skim quite a bit to cram the decades worth of activity into such a short time frame, but it's enough for them to get the gist.

"Was this really the only way, Twi? Doin' what you've done to Canterlot? Ah barely recognize the place," says Applejack.

"I know, isn't it great?" I ask and give a little clap of my hooves. They don't sound the same as they used to. Must be the holes.

"It's... different," says Applejack.

"It bucking sucks!" shouts Rainbow Dash. "You ponynap us out of our train and drag us here, we don't see a single pony out on the streets that isn't terrified for their life, and you want us to just smile and tell you that it's wonderful? I don't think so."

"I'm doing the best I can, Rainbow. You don't appreciate how hard its been for me."

"You aren't the victim here. Those ponies are. I get that bad stuff happened but you've gotta stop this. What if we use the Elements and-"

"We are not using the Elements," I snap at her. "The Elements are my enemy, and you five are going to help me destroy them once and for all. You just need to give them up, and as their Bearers you'll be able to break them. Then they won't be able to hurt me again."

"Silly Twilight! I can't just give up laughter. It's laughter!" said Pinkie.

My eyes narrow. "So you're picking them over me. After everything I've done for you and for Equestria, you'd still side against me." I say. I see how it is now. Maybe that's why the Elements didn't work when the six of us used them on Chrysalis. They'd rather have the Elements' power than my friendship. Well, I've got more than enough power of my own now.

"Do there have to be sides?" asks Fluttershy. "Can't we all be the good guys?"

"No. Somepony is responsible for all this and they're going to pay, whatever it takes," I say. "Either you're with me, or you're against me."

"I am sorry, Twilight. We simply love you too much to help you do this to yourself," says Rarity, setting down her cup. "We won't fight you, but we will take our leave of this... debacle of a city."

I grin. It isn't a happy grin. "Oh, the five of you aren't going anywhere."

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Changing my friends' minds may take a few days of creative thinking, but I know I can do it in a humane way. I still care about them, even if they don't care about me. I can afford to take my time showing them that they're wrong and I'm right.

Then the next afternoon, everything changes.

I'm minding my own business, coordinating a new tax policy that will allow ponies to make contributions of emotional energy to the swarm in lieu of bits to the treasury, when my drones becomes aware of something important. Curious, I reach out to see what they've found.

I wake up on the floor a few minutes later, without any memory of what just happened to me. All I know for sure is that whatever it is, it hurts.

I reach out for the information again, more cautiously this time. Instead of plunging straight into it, I brush up around the edges. The guerrillas. A meeting. An attack. Fire. The littlest tidbits I can manage, slowly coming together to form a coherent picture.

The rebellion attacked a meeting of the council I put together to help manage the transition. The one my parents joined only because I asked them to.

The final piece falls into place: no survivors.

I very nearly black out again. My parents. They took my parents from me. I scream, loud enough for the entire city to hear. The stained glass windows up and down the great hall crack and explode under the sonic onslaught. My drones have a prisoner. I want him in front of me. Now. It takes them less than three minutes to deliver him and throw him at my hooves, beaten but unbowed.

"What. Have. You. Done?" I demand.

"Do what you want. The rebellion will live on without me," the stallion says. He flutters his green wings, stained red with blood of ponies. I wonder if any of it is my parents'.

"They weren't even changelings! They were ponies like you or me, working to create a better future for all of us," I say.

"They were a bunch of treasonous quislings who sold out Luna and Celestia's memory for power. So yeah, I guess they were like you," he says. "Those ponies were the scum of Equestria, and I hope that they rot with you in the darkest, deepest hell that there-"

He gets no further before I tear out his throat with my teeth. Those awful, slanderous words he's speaking, words that could never apply to my Mommy and Daddy, devolve into a stream of gurgling noises as they're drowned out by the torrent of blood pouring down his gaping windpipe.

I spit the flesh and cartilage out on the floor in front of him. "Your little rebellion, anypony who helped you, anypony who even thinks of crossing me. They will all burn. And I want to make sure you know before you die that it's all your fault."

I don't know if he hears me, or if he's coherent enough to understand the words. What matters is that I say them. The Elements of Harmony certainly won't tolerate the sort of actions I'm planning on taking. That just means that it's more important than ever for them to go. My patience is at an end. Forget the humane way, it's time for the expedient way.

I need the rest of the day to set things up. The bearers have been separated and confined for a few days now. Time to see Rainbow Dash.

I give the order and she’s brought before me in the throne room, struggling against the chains she’s bound up in. I rest on my throne, watching with an air of disinterest as I play with the necklace that represents the Element of Loyalty. The lightning bolt shaped ruby glows with an angry inner fire, and when it brushes against my hoof a sharp spike of pain runs down my leg. It’s clear it hates me just as much as I hate it.

“What do you want?” asks Rainbow Dash. “I told you I’m not going to help you with what you’re doing.”

“Want to bet?” I ask, not bothering to look at her as I do.

“Do your worst, Twilight.”

“No, I mean literally. Do you want to make a bet?”

“Huh?”

I finally look down at the pony in front of me, and toss the Element of Loyalty to the floor before her. “Here’s my offer. Prove that you really deserve to be Loyalty after the way you’ve betrayed me, and I’ll let you go. Otherwise, break the necklace. I wouldn’t touch it right now, though.”

Rainbow Dash ignores my warning and reaches out to take it. Well, if she wants it to hurt herself she can’t say I didn’t warn her. Oddly enough though, she picks it up without cringing. She must be a better actor than I ever gave her credit for if she can hide the pain she must be feeling from me. “How am I supposed to prove it? You know me, Twilight, the way I thought I knew you.”

I ignore the implicit little snipe. She didn’t know me as well as she thought she did if she can’t see that I’m using this chance to remake Equestria into something better. “Well if you know the others so well, this will be easy for you.” I stomp my hoof three times on the marble floor, letting the sound ring out through the hall. At the summons, two drones enter leading two Pinkie Pies into the room. One has a red bow tied to her mane, while the other wears a bow that’s similar except for it being blue. The signal wasn’t actually necessary, strictly speaking, but it did add to the effect. “One of these Pinkies is a changeling. Pick one of them. You’re free to leave with the one you choose. The other one dies.”

“WHAT?” exclaims Rainbow Dash. “Twilight, you can’t! I get that you’re mad at us, but... but it’s us! You can’t hurt her.”

“I can and I will. I don’t need to break all five of your Elements,” I say. I have no idea if that’s actually true; I plan to be quite thorough. “I guess you better choose carefully. It should be easy for you, after all. What sort of loyal friend wouldn’t be able to tell their real friend from from an imposter?”

“Hi Dashie! This’ll be easy, just pick me and we can both leave and figure out how to help the others,” says the red-bowed Pinkie.

“No, don’t pick her! I’m the real Pinkie, she’s just an icky, meany changeling,” says the blue-bowed one.

Rainbow Dash looks back and forth between them “What’s the matter, Rainbow Dash? Having some trouble? Take your time,” I say. I watch the confusion and terror slowly creep into her face. She can’t tell, just like I knew she couldn’t. My drones are very, very good at what they do.

“I’m Pinkie,” says the red-bowed one.

“Nuh uh,” says the blue-bowed one.

“Uh huh!”

“Nuh uh!”

“Uh huh!”

“Nuh huh!”

“Nuh huh!”

“Uh... oh, she’s good.”

“Both of you stop that, it’s confusing,” says Rainbow Dash.

“Well, if you can’t decide, I’ll just have to kill them both. A shame to lose such a talented drone,” I say.

“No! If you have to kill somepony, kill me. Pinkie didn’t do anything.”

“Sorry, you aren’t getting out of this that easily,” I say. “This is what I do to ponies who betray me and stand against me. I make them suffer. It’s your own fault for not helping me when I asked you to. A real friend would have.”

“No way, Twilight. A real friend tells you if you’re making a mistake, she doesn’t just help you make it because you asked,” says Rainbow Dash.

I narrow my eyes. There’s an annoying little twitch developing at the corner of one of them then just won’t stop. Stop it, body. I’m in control here, not you. Don’t you start to defy me too. “This isn’t a mistake, it’s the right thing to do. You’re just too weak to accept what’s necessary.” I’m tired of waiting. “Oh well, you had your chance.”

The drones begin to lead the two Pinkies away. “It’s fine, Dashie,” says the one with the red ribbon. “I forgive you, OK? Whatever happens next, I’m just glad you’re safe.” The other one just starts to cry.

Dash tugs at her bonds trying to follow after them, but she’s wrapped up tight. “Red! I pick the red one!” she cries out.

The blue-ribboned Pinkie begins to cry even harder, and falls to the floor sobbing. The red-bowed one gives an entirely un-Pinkielike smile and in a flash of green fire, transforms back into the changeling she is.

“Oops,” I say to the horrified Rainbow Dash.

“NO! NO! Help me Dashie! I don’t wanna go! Help me!” screams the sobbing Pinkie Pie. She digs her hooves into the carpet, which shifts and bunches up as the drone continues to drag her towards the door in the rear of the room.

“I’m sorry, Pinkie. I’m so, so sorry,” cries Rainbow Dash. She’s pinned down to the floor by four changelings, twisting and struggling trying to follow after them. Pinkie is led out of the throne room, and the door closes behind them with a dreadful finality.

“Break it and I’ll spare her,” I say.

“You’re really serious. You’re really going to do it to her. Kill your best friends,” says Rainbow Dash. Finally, she understands. She always was a bit slow on the uptake.

“That’s up to you now,” I say.

“...okay. You win, Twilight. You win.” Rainbow Dash looks down at the piece of jewelry laying on the ground before her. With a sigh and a sniffle she raises a hoof in the air, takes a deep breath, and brings it down hard onto the jewel in the necklace’s center. It cracks and shatters.

The effect on Rainbow Dash is instantaneous. Angry red light glows in the center of her chest, arcing between her and the broken trinket below. She looks like she’s trying to scream but no sound passes her lips. After what must feel like an eternity to her, the light fades away and her body collapses to the floor. She doesn’t stir.

I regret that happening. Mostly the fact that I didn’t think to record it or take any notes of my observations. After all, I’m only going to be able to observe it four more times at best. The drone carries Rainbow Dash away, still alive apparently, and I head to the rear door Pinkie was dragged away through. I open it to find both guards and Pinkie Pie of the other side.

“Nice work,” I say.

Pinkie pulls the blue ribbon from her hair and transforms back into the shape of the changeling she’s been all along.

“Thank you, my queen.”

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I remember a story Celestia told me once. It was a cautionary tale about the dangers of ill-advised magical research and the consequences on the reckless. A researcher she knew a few decades back, one with only the noblest of intentions, wanted to study the effects of total sensory deprivation. After all, flotation tanks and other forms of therapeutic sensory deprivation had already shown some promise as treatments for mental disorders, this was just the logical continuation of the idea. He secured a grant, and built a simple magical chamber. When the door was closed, the magics that activated immersed anything inside in a total void. Sight, sound, sensation, even a pony’s sense of their own body and the passage of time are cut off from their mind, while the researchers would monitor from another room. The ultimate form of being alone with one’s thoughts.

The first volunteer went mad in eleven minutes.

Celestia ordered the room destroyed and that the experiment never be repeated. But she didn’t destroy the notes. It was easy enough to rebuild.

By the time I open the door to check in on her, Pinkie’s been inside it for three days.

She’s laying on her side in the middle of the room, trembling. As the magics break she gasps and starts touching herself all over her body with her hooves, taking stock of what she can feel again. When she looks over to the door where I’m standing, she gives a raspy gasp as the light falls onto her face. Her pupils are dilated until they fill nearly her entire eyes, and they’re clearly quite sensitive. “Hello, Pinkie,” I whisper quietly as I can. She clasps her hooves over her ears and tries to scream, but only a dry croak comes out along with a few flecks of blood. She must have screamed herself raw trying to make herself hear something, anything, against the nothingness.

I wait for a minute while she readjusts to the world around her. I wouldn’t want to hurt her, after all.

“Were you scared, Pinkie?” I ask eventually. I float a small glass of water over to her. She’s about to start feeling the effects of three days worth of hunger and dehydration hitting her all at once. She tries to speak, but her voice is shot and no sound comes out. Instead she just nods. “Well, I guess we found a fear you can’t laugh at, didn’t we?”

She looks like she wants to cry, but there’s no moisture left in her body for tears. I lay the Element of Laughter on the floor between us. She stares down at the balloon-shaped emblem in the center. “I want you to break this. Destroy the Element. See how useless laughter turned out to be in the end? That’s what happens when you put faith in something. It lets you down when you need it the most. Don’t you let me down too. I’d hate to have to lock you in here again, but I will if you don’t break the necklace.”

Pinkie Pie flinched at my threat to seal her back up. I wonder what oblivion is like. I wish I were ever going to find out. Celestia let me try a float tank once, and it was an interesting experience to be sure. Like I was exploring an entire universe inside my head. This is supposed to be far more intense, though, and if this is what it did to a mare as imaginative as Pinkie I probably don’t want to experience it.

Pinkie lifts up the necklace. She holds it in her hooves and stares at it, then brings it up and rubs it against her cheek while she stares at some point a million miles away. Then, with a sniffle, she brings it down and hits it against the floor. She isn’t as strong as Rainbow Dash, especially after what she’s just been through. The gem only cracks, it doesn’t break. Pinkie has to lift it back up and slam it again and again, each time fracturing it a bit more until with a shrill, tiny cry she brings it down one final time and the jewel falls apart in a pile of shard. The room lights up, cast pink as the same light jumps between the broken Element and Pinkie. I watch the process a little more closely that I did with Rainbow Dash. What a fascinating display. Pinkie’s mane goes flat and limp. She falls back to the floor and it drapes over her face. The one eye I can still see is staring out into space, unresponsive.

It looks like she still had enough moisture left for one more tear, which slides down her muzzle and drips onto the floor.

“Thank you, Pinkie. I knew you were a good friend,” I say. A couple of changelings respond to my thoughts and appear in the doorway to drag her away to a nice comfy bed where she can recover. See how reasonable I can be when my friends stop being so stubborn?

I turn to follow them, but before I leave the room a thought stops me. A ridiculous notion. I had been wondering a moment ago what oblivion was like, now I’m in a chamber that could show me. But it’s not worth the risk of making myself go crazy. I chuckle, trying to imagine myself going off the deep end. Who would save everypony from the Elements? And would I really want to torture myself like that?

Unbidden, the magic in my horn springs to life. I frown. I didn’t want to do that. What am I doing? What’s happening? Why does my head hurt so much? My magic wraps itself around the door and slams it shut.

The world falls away in an instant. Blackness deeper than I’ve ever seen fills my vision, and I stop hearing ambient sounds I wasn’t even aware of until they become conspicuous by their absence. The same is true of little things like the sensation of my hooves against the floor, the slightly rank smell of the chamber’s interior, even my own heartbeat. All stripped away from me in a second. Or an hour. My sense of the passage of time disappears as well. At least it stopped the buzzing of the changelings, I wonder what they’ll do while I’m under. Still, it’s actually sort of relaxing to be floating along like this, with nothing but my thoughts for company.

Pinkie went crazy from this? An imaginative pony like her? With no true vision my own imagination takes over as the next best thing, calling up the way she looked a minute ago. Laid out on the floor. Hurting. Broken, maybe irreparably.

I did that.

But I had a good reason to do it. I try to call all of those up and look at them instead. Try not to imagine a pink pony, and of course it’s all you can see. Without the buzzing of the swarm it’s distilled to a simple image of perfect, awful clarity. Dash didn’t look much different don’t think of Dash too oh no there she is. And my parents, my parents are gone. How did the rebels kill them? No, no, no don’t imagine that don’t show me that please no please no a distraction there’s got to be a distraction but I can’t see or hear or feel and there’s nothing except them bleeding and burning and hurting and crying out for me to help them and I didn’t and the door. Where’s the door? I can magic it open if I just knew where it is. I can’t feel my magic either. Am I screaming? I can’t tell. Let me out. Let me out let me out let me-

Everything explodes. All my senses come rushing back in as I lay in the crater that’s all that’s left of the room, my horn still vibrating with the residual magic from the blast I set off. I grab at my chest. Even though I can feel the blood pounding in my inner ears I can still barely pick up my thudding heart through all the chitin plating. I glance out the impromptu window I just made in one of the castle’s exterior walls, luckily not a load-bearing one it would seem. Based on the position of the sun it’s mid to late afternoon. I must have been in there for hours. Fortunately it doesn’t seem like the changelings went on a rampage while I was out of commission, the city looks basically like it did this morning and the numbing, distracting buzzing in my head is back. I’m done for the day. Two Elements down and I’ll deal with the others tomorrow. After what I just went through in there I need a break, and to talk this out with somepony who understands. My very special somepony.

I moved her into a new room, just until she recovers. I don’t want ponies to see her with a broken wing or they might get the wrong idea about us. So even though she complained I put her on strict bedrest. I even surrounded the bed in a binding circle specially tailored to her, because sometimes tough love is a necessary part of a relationship. I hum a happy little ditty as I take the long flight of steps down into the mountain three steps at a time, past the cells in the dungeon to Luna’s room. I knock a few times and push the door open. “Honey, I’m home!”

Luna shifts under the covers of the bed, and pulls them down to uncover her face. The one good eye that isn’t swollen shut glares at me and her nose gives the most adorable little twitch. “What do you want?”

“Oh, sweetie, you would not believe the day I had at work today,” I say. I trot over to the side of the bed and levitate the covers off of Luna. Hmm... I’m going to have to be more careful with her. The marks from the other night are just fading, and I’ll need to make sure if I give her any more love bites to put them in places a dress will cover. “I wish I could laze around in bed all day with you!” I lean my head back to avoid the hoof she swings at me the minute I pass through the binding circle. I guess she’s a little sensitive about that.

“Release me,” she demands.

“Now dear, we’ve talked about this. Not until your wing is better,” I chide.

“The wing that you broke.”

I giggle. “I know, wasn’t that hot? Mmm... just thinking about it gets me excited all over again.” Luna’s eye goes wide and she scootches back to the other end of the bed. “In fact, why don’t you go ahead and raise the moon early today? Then we can jump straight to what we both want.”

“I will not disrupt the machinations of the heavens, and especially not for that.”

“Oh, come on. Wouldn’t it be so naughty?” I ask. I crawl over to her and run my hoof over the bruises on her side. She cries out as I put a little pressure on one in particular. I’m just that good. “Really though, I’m going to have to insist. Besides, the moon’s half mine just like the swarm’s half yours, after last night.”

“Last night? What are you speaking of?”

“Our wedding of course!” Luna’s jaw drops open. “Don’t you remember? I conducted the ceremony myself. I mean, who’s a higher authority than us, right? You were so adorable when I had to tell you three times to say ‘I do.’ I completely understand though, I’ve never been that nervous and excited at the same time either. I put through the paperwork today so now it’s all official, isn’t that great?”

“Whatever sham of a marriage you’ve constructed for us, that certainly does not mean I would share control of the moon with you, even if I had the mechanism to do so.”

I frown. “Well, there’s certainly a healthy debate to be had about the importance of marriage and its place as a social institution in modern society, but I think calling it a sham is a bit extreme. If you wanted to keep the moon for yourself you really should have asked for a prenup. As for mechanisms, of course I thought of that! That same siphoning spell that turned me into the changeling queen should work.” Luna stares at me in horror. “I know it sounds scary, but it’ll be over quickly. I’ll even give you some venom and we’ll make a sexy little game out of it if that would help.”

“That would do the opposite of help, Twilight. You have made your willingness to violate me entirely evident. If I truly must choose, if you truly feel some kind of warped and horrible love for me, leave me my mind. Please, just that. You were a student and a scholar, you must appreciate that the mind is one’s final unassailable refuge, one’s most private of places. If you respect me and my wishes in any way, don’t bite me. I would rather suffer the worst pain you can inflict for a century than spend one more minute in a condition where my thoughts are your playthings.”

“Oh, Luna, of course I understand! Give me a big hug!” I open my forelegs wide, ready to prove to her just what a sensitive and caring partner I can be. She hesitates for a moment, but then screws up her courage and leans over to hug me back. Wrapped there against one another, it’s one of the most perfect moments of my life.

Then I bring my mouth down to her shoulder and bite her.

Luna starts to cry, not a sharp cry of surprise and pain but in low, heaving sobs of absolute despair. “Shh.... in a few minutes you’re going to feel so much better, Luna. You don’t have to be scared, I’m here for you,” I say. Silly Luna. I know her better than she knows herself. It’s been taking longer and longer for the venom to kick in each time, and when she’s in the affected state she’s been becoming more and more sluggish to respond to commands. I hope she isn’t building up some sort of tolerance.

When her sobs fade away and she goes limp I lower her down onto her back and spread her hind legs. We’ll make this fun for both of us. I mount her, lowering myself until our most sensitive spots are aligned just right, and then I start to grind into her. Her mound is pushed every which way as her limp hips offer no resistance, so I wrap my own hind legs around her flanks and redouble my efforts until I can feel a few sparks of arousal rising off of her. Once I feel myself start to grow moist as well, it’s time to move on to the main event.

Without changing the tempo of my hips, I lower the tip of my horn to Luna’s forehead, right above where she’s staring up at the ceiling with wide, vacant eyes. “This is going to blow your mind,” I say as I touch my horn to the base of hers. The effect is instantaneous. Magic and secrets start to flow from her mind into mine, and as our connection deepens my cries of rapture and her screams of pain grow indistinguishable.

There’s some... some weird side effect that I didn’t experience with Chrysalis. I can feel her thoughts. I can feel her thoughts and my thoughts and they’re jumbling and tangling up and running over one another and I’m looking down at Luna and I’m looking up at the monster on top of me and I’m not a monster I’m your monster and you’ll never be alone again I’ll keep you with me forever and ever and never let you go let me go this hurts it hurts so much it hurts so good I wish I could make it hurt more for you I would do anything I would give anything I would give you my soul you have no soul and this is making me all wet I’m so wet for you Luna my cheeks are wet there are tears falling on them from somewhere above me they’re mine I’m crying because I just love you so much if you love somepony let them go you cannot hold me I’ll hold you tight I’ll hold your body for hours and hours and it won’t matter because I’ll still be free in Elysium with my sister please save me a place at your side Celestia I’m coming soon I’m cumming soon too let’s do it together that will be so romantic I’m so close I’m so far away yes no yes no YES!

I scream out in ecstasy as the spell ends and I’m wreathed in power and pleasure from an orgasm I ride as far as it will take me, rubbing Luna’s marehood raw to squeeze every last bit of it from her. Meanwhile she seizes and twitches under me as well. I’ve made her experience something so intense that the stars in her mane are going out. I fall down on top of her. For a while she doesn’t move, but then I feel her take a few shallow breaths and I know that everything is going to be fine. I test out my new power, closing my eyes and reaching out for the heavens which tremble at my touch. I guide the sun to down below the horizon on a wobbly course, cursing my inexperience. I’ll get better with practice. Then I raise the moon up into the sky to replace it and toss up a few stars here and there for good measure.

I’ll need more of Luna’s power eventually, hopefully the next session of this will be as deeply satisfying as this one was. I’d be up for doing that a few more times tonight but I decide against it. I’ve quite literally called it an early night, after all. I need to be rested, because tomorrow’s going to be a big day. I have three more Elements to crush, and then the monsters that destroyed my dream of a perfect world are going to see what happens when I stop trying to be nice.