I can’t control my dream.

I concentrate again on picturing the fireplace in my parent’s living room. I visualize the various family photos lining the rosewood mantelpiece, the broken mahogany clock that was handed down from our great-grandparents, and the cozy blue rug on the ground before it where my father and I would take turns reading to each other when I was young. I take care to picture it in perfect minute detail, yet no matter how hard I try I can’t get it to appear. It’s the most vibrant image of my childhood, getting it to appear in a dream should be something I can pull off without thinking. Yet, every time I try, nothing.

I’ve been experimenting with lucid dreaming ever since I was a filly. By the time I was a teenager I was able to float through my dreams, change entire landscapes, and recreate elaborate scenes from Frankenhoof, Buckula, or whatever pieces of horror literature I was reading at the time. Princess Luna herself was impressed with my skill at dream manipulation. I should be able to wake myself up at the very least. So why I am having so much trouble?

“Hail, Princess Twilight!”

I jump at the choir of voices. There’s an ocean of ponies behind me, a sea of faces that floods the streets of Canterlot, every winding zig-zagged street, as well as the cartoonishly high rooftops, and the violet colored clouds. I see my friends, rather my dream friends lined up in a row at the front. Dream Rainbow Dash and Dream Fluttershy are standing with their wings spread to their fullest extent and smiling with barely contained excitement. Dream Pinkie Pie makes no attempt to contain her excitement, bouncing up and down like she’s on a trampoline and declaring ‘I can’t wait, I can’t wait’, over and over again. Dream Applejack stands with her front hooves crossed and smirking confidently, much more contained than the others, and Dream Rarity applies a bit of eyeliner to her face like she’s preparing to go out on a date.

I smile nervously and wave. “Hey, girls, what’s with this huge crowd?”

“What, you don’t remember?” Dream Rainbow says like she’s offended. “It’s your coronation Twilight. You’re taking Princess Celestia’s place on the throne.”

She points her hoof up toward a towering violet staircase in the middle of the city, at the top of which rests an empty purple throne. Princess Celestia’s crown and regalia hang from the backrest.

“We’re throwing you a super huge, super special, coronation party Twilight!” says Dream Pinkie. “I invited everypony I knew, and told them to invite everypony they knew, and everypony they’ve only met a few short times in their lives. I can’t wait to get it started. Hail Princess Twilight!”

“Hail Princess Twilight!” the crowd chants.

Thousands of excited purple eyes stare down at me with expectant smiles. This is starting to head into nightmare territory, literally. Better change it quick.

I close my eyes and focus intently on imagining that scene from Count Buckula I always use to recreate in my dreams as a teenager, the one where the count’s three daughters are outside Rush Trotter’s room and are trying to coax him out, all while Trotter himself is giving every excuse he can think to stay in while he sneaks out the window. I almost feel like I’m inside that cold castle bedroom until I open my eyes and see the thousands of ponies still staring at me with thousands of purple eyes.

“Hail Princess Twilight!”

I’ve been dabbling with lucid dreaming since I was a filly. Princess Luna was impressed by how well I controlled my dreams. What the hell is going on?

Stop. Deep breath. You’re getting nervous. Bad emotions always bring on bad dreams. Just wake yourself up. You can go to Princess Luna and ask her questions about this later.

“Hail Princess Twilight!”

“Come on sugar cube. Let's get you up there on that fancy new throne already,” says Dream Applejack.

I face the crowd with a forced smile. “Thanks everypony, but this is all just a dream. I’m not actually about to take Celestia’s crown, because I’m going to wake up soon and be back in the real world.”

They all look at me confused, but continue smiling like a made a joke.

“What are you talking about sugar cube?”

“Yeah, you uh, seem pretty awake to me,” says Dream Fluttershy.

“No, I mean this is a dream. You’re all a dream. None of this is real, and now I’m going to wake up soon.”

“But I can’t wait,” Dream Pinkie says disappointedly.

I shake my head and wait a few moments. Then a few moments longer. Nothing happens. Things don’t fade away. The rising feeling I’d normally get when I’m about to wake up never comes.

Something isn’t right. Acknowledging that you are dreaming out loud is usually the quickest way to wake up. It’s worked every time I’ve done it in the past, there’s no reason it shouldn’t be working now. I am actually dreaming, right? Yes, I have to be. The way those roads twist and zig-zag make no logical sense, it is physically impossible for buildings to go that high, and no weather phenomenon I am aware of could ever make things this purple.

I think for a moment and remember back to the most recent time I knew I was awake. Was there anything unusual going on? I was studying this morning, fiddling with translation spells, talked with Spike, toured the Order facility with Luna, met that rude Captain, had that conversation with Celestia in the garden, and then—

The air in my lungs freezes.

The Demon. The city. Princess Celestia and Luna! No! No, no, no! I’m not asleep. I’m unconscious! This is bad. This is very, very bad! Canterlot has been destroyed, both Princess Celestia and Luna have been kidnapped, she left me in charge of everything, and I’m passed out on the ground not able to do a Luna damned thing!

Oh, Luna! Oh, Celestia! What do I do? I’ve never had to wake myself up from getting knocked out. Is that even possible? Oh Luna, what if I’m in a coma and I’ll only wake up thirty years from now after all of Equestria has been destroyed? I’m the only princess left! Who’s going to rule the nation? Oh Celestia, what do I do?

“Hail, Princess Twilight! Hail, Princess Twilight!”

I jam my hoof into my chest to stop myself from hyperventilating. I look back at my dream friends and the dream crowd and nearly scream.

“Stop! Just stop! I’m not supposed to be here! I’m not your princess!”

I fly straight up, flapping my wings as hard as I can. I fly past the cheering pegasi in the clouds, higher and higher, what feels like miles above the purple tinted city. If I flew high enough in other dreams I’d eventually wake up. That doesn’t happen this time. I just keep going higher into the violet sky, and then suddenly I can’t fly anymore. I fall. I panic and flap my wings, but it’s like there’s no air or wind resistance. My wings catch nothing and I just plummet to the ground faster than I came up. I hit the stone streets. I feel no pain, except for the shouting voices.

“Hail Princess Twilight! Hail Princess Twilight!”

“Shut up!”

I conjure up an energy spell and fire a laser beam at the twisting knotted buildings. It doesn’t make a dent. I fire explosions, lightning, fire, I try to uproot the very stonework of the streets with levitation, but it’s like playing tug-of-war with a giant. My levitation spell breaks and I fall on my back from the force.

“Hail Princess Twilight! Hail Princess Twilight!”

“I said stop!” I shout. “I told you I’m not your princess. I’m the princess out in the real world! Not in here, not in a dream! I need to get out of here. I need to see my real friends and my real subjects. They’re the ones that need me now!”

“Hail Princess Twilight!”

It’s like they can’t even hear me. Maybe they actually can’t. Oh Celestia, is this how things are going to be? Am I trapped inside my own subconscious? Unable to escape and doomed to be tormented by my own fears and guilt? That’s it isn’t it. I’m stuck here with these fake ponies while all the real ones are out there suffering, helpless, without a princess to guide them.

I feel like an ocean just crashed down on my shoulders. I collapse on the ground and bury my face in my hooves. Here lies Princess Twilight. She was crowned for two weeks, did nothing, helped no one, and left all of her citizens to die.

Tears stream down my face as I whimper into my hooves. Hoof steps vibrate an inch away from me.

“Hey, come on now sugar cube. There ain’t nothing to be sniffling about.”

I sniff in a snotty nose. “Go away!”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Dream Rainbow demands. “We’re your friends Twilight, we’re just trying to be there for you like good friends should.”

“You’re dreams! Not real!” I shout clutching the stone beneath me. “You’re figments of my own mind. My real friends can’t help me right now.”

“Oh, now that simply is not true,” Dream Rarity states. “You have the most loyal and devoted friends anypony could ever ask for. Why your friends would follow you into the heart of dragon country, they would fight a changeling army by your side, they would be there for whatever problem or worry you had darling. And ensure you looked fabulous while dealing with it I should add.”

I remain buried on the ground, but then slowly crane my head up at Dream Rarity. I stare at her for at least ten uninterrupted moments of silence. The panic and frustration are blown away by the gust of one realization.

“You’re right. You’re actually one hundred percent right. Everyone here might be a dream, but my real friends are out there, and they’ll do everything they can to get me out of this, and even if they can’t they’ll still do everything to fight this demon. They’ll still save Equestria.”

“Exactly,” Dream Rainbow shouts. “Did you honestly think for a second I’d pass up a chance to kick this demon’s butt after everything it did to you? No way, I’ll hunt down that creep myself if I have to.”

“After we come by and patch you up Twilight,” says Dream Applejack.

“And throw a party for your coronation!” shouts Dream Pinkie.

“We’ll always be there to support you Twilight,” says Dream Fluttershy.

“We all have your back, your majesty.” One of the dream royal guards speaks, making a salute in my direction.

“The entire nation is behind you!” somepony shouts from the crowd, before they all scream out, “Hail Princess Twilight! Hail Princess Twilight!”

They all start chanting again, but this time I feel honored and blessed, knowing that it could easily be coming from all them in the real world. I stand up and wipe the tears from my eyes.

“Thank you so much everypony.”

“Don’t mention it sugar cube.”

Me and Applejack smile at each other.

“Alright then,” she shouts. “Let’s get this coronation celebration underway!”

She reaches behind my neck and pulls me into a deep kiss. My eyes burst open like popcorn kernels. I’m so confused I can’t even move for a moment. Then she starts sucking on my lip and tries to slip her tongue inside.

“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” I push away from her, breaking a string of saliva that connects our lips.

Applejack looks at me with sultry eyes. My heart flutters like a frightened bird.

“We’re celebrating your coronation Twilight, by showing our love and devotion to our newest Princess.”

“Yes, I’ve been waiting too long!” screams Pinkie. “Come here, butter buns.”

She launches herself at Fluttershy, tackling the timid mare to the ground and pushing her into a noisy, sloppy make-out session.

I’m still processing Applejack’s kiss while I’m looking at this insanity, and then I look around and notice that everypony is getting intimate with each other. Rainbow Dash and Rarity have found some stallions in the crowd and passionately trade saliva while guiding their hooves all over their bodies. Every citizen and guard have found a partner and are going at it in varying degrees of intensity. They kiss, lick, touch, grab, rub, hug, and oh wow, those two are straight up having sex.

I stare at the girthy dark blue stallion as he slips it into a panting Lemon Hearts with her forehooves pressed up against a wall. Wisps of mist appear before me, a purple haze that smells of cherry blossoms and strawberries. My body tingles at the scent. I feel a pair of hooves rest on my shoulders. I look and see Applejack’s lips a mere three inches away from mine.

“Pardon me being all forward like, I tend to take the initiative on these things. We can go as fast or slow as you’d like, Princess.”

Her eyes are a shade of purple. I stare into those lustful irises for a moment feeling my throat tighten up. I’m about to ask her what’s gotten into everypony when I suddenly recall as if discovering for the first time, that I’m in a dream. My own dream, that I control, or at least should be controlling. I am dreaming that they are doing these things. Why am I dreaming this!

I’ve never thought of my friends in this manner before. Sure, I’ve occasionally indulged myself in the privacy of my own bedroom, but I never fantasized about my friends. It just seems so inappropriate. Yet, I can’t deny that there is a part of me that isn’t averse to the proposition. The parts low in my stomach that feel like they could burst just looking into Applejack’s wanting eyes, and my lips that honestly liked the fiery roughness of her kiss.

Not my brain though. My brain checked out and flew away from this situation long ago.

I close my eyes for a moment and try once more to reign in my own dreams, and bring some order to the situation. That’s when I feel two heated breaths against my cheeks. I look and see two dream stallions, in purple guard armor, standing on both sides of me. Their faces are inches away from mine, and they stare solemnly at my eyes.

“We are yours to command Princess Twilight,” they say in unison. “Any want or desire you have we are duty bound to satisfy.”

Holy hay, their voices are so deep, like a drum. Why did these two show up now? I was trying to make things better, this makes it infinitely worse.

I try to concentrate on making it go away again, but I can’t look away. I’ve always had a thing for guard ponies, and especially guard stallions. Even as a young filly there was just something about that gleaming armor and those gallant looks that just drew me to them. When I got older, I had to admit there was something about the look that made stallions just seem so, virile, for lack of a better word.

The dream guards kiss my cheeks at the same time. The suddenness makes my stomach soar and I get a dopey smile. Dream Applejack kisses me on the neck and slowly plants kisses down, further toward my chest. The two guards take my forehooves and help me stand on my hind legs so Dream Applejack can get further down, all while they continue to kiss my pulsing red face.

I try to regain some sense of focus, but the whole atmosphere has become intoxicating. Ponies moan and gasp in pleasure all around us. Everypony has moved passed kissing at this point and is engaged in debauchery of one form or another. Dream Pinkie and Dream Fluttershy are in a group of three other mares, all eating each other out. Dream Rainbow is riding a dark earth pony stallion into the ground while servicing two others with her wings. Dream Rarity is using her magic to stimulate even more stallions while a younger one licks at her privates. All around me there’s daisy chains and gangbangs and bukkakkies, and loads of other activities others would be shocked to discover that I even know about.

Seeing my friends in this manner is disorienting, and I have to wonder where all these thoughts came from. Dream Applejack continues to kiss me lower, descending past my stomach and showing no signs of stopping. The two dream guards are massaging the base of my wings, which are embarrassingly extended out in a stiff erect fashion.

I swallow my breath and try to fold my wings back down. Come on Twilight, get yourself under control. You need to find a way to wake up from this. Equestria is in a crisis right now. They need their princess. You can’t waste time on this. You can have all the time in the world to experiment like this later.

My eyes flutter open as a thought suddenly strikes me. I have attempted to experiment like this in dreams before. Nothing to this degree, and nothing involving friends, but I have tried similarly questionable acts in past dreams and they all ended the same way; with me waking up sweaty and disappointed. There’d be some foreplay, a bit of fooling around, maybe even some penetration, but I’d always get to a certain degree of excitement where my brain couldn’t contain it, and then the dream would end. Maybe, it’ll be the same this time. If I go through with this I might just wake up.

I shake my head. Come on Twilight, you know there’s a dozen other ways you could wake yourself up beside this. The only reason you’re even considering it is because you want to titillate yourself. Besides, you’d be literally fantasizing about Applejack and all of your friends for that matter. Wouldn’t that be a tiny bit awkward?

Applejack kisses the outside of my folds. I gasp loudly as a bolt of lightning shoots up my spine, and my wings twitch sharply. I look down and meet her purple eyes, staring up at me from between my thighs. She smiles teasingly and then plants another, longer, kiss in the same spot. I exhale a shudder and let my neck go lax, as she kisses me there again and again.

Whatever awkwardness I may feel is drowned out by the torturous pleasure. Okay, on the other hoof, it really wouldn’t hurt to try. If I wake up, great. If I don’t… screw it. I want this.

I lift one of my forehooves away from the guard and push Applejack’s head into my snatch. She blinks up at me for a moment, but then chuckles, and licks my entrance. I moan without restraint and push my hips against her snout. I see a flash of pure purple for a moment as she spreads me open and slides her tongue inside.

I’ve never thought of Applejack in this manner before, but now that I am my head runs wild with it. Such a hard worker, always attending her farm. I bet she gets really pent up working outside all the time, bet she uses whatever time she gets to blow off steam. I could see her using her tongue on all manner of mares and stallions. I bet she has tons of experience. Maybe she gets off on the taste. Maybe she laps it up like cider, can’t get enough of it, gets addicted to it like liquor, drinks it down like wine, oh fuck yes!

She buries her tongue deep inside me. I let my mouth hang open and let out a long perpetual moan. One of the guards takes this opportunity to slip his tongue in my mouth. I oblige him with my own tongue, and we dance against each other with me taking the lead. I feel something firm and warm bump against my stomach, and I see that my guards are both fully erect and aching to get some relief of their own. I happily answer their call, using my magic to stimulate them both. They breathe heavily against my face.

I give Applejack a few gentle taps on the head. She looks up from my legs and I separate myself from the guard's mouth, panting and trembling like a tired foal.

“Let’s take these boys for a ride,” I suggest.

Applejack smiles up at me. “I like the way you think sugar cube.”

She stands up from between my legs and the guards lower me back down on my four hooves. They get behind us, ready to mount, but I take them with my levitation and set them on their backs. I space them with their legs just a few inches apart from each other. Me and Applejack position ourselves so we’re facing each other positioned right over the heads of their thick stiff members. We place our hooves on each other’s shoulders and look into each other’s eyes. Her purple irises almost seem to shine. We maintain this eye contact as we lower ourselves down. I feel the head push against my entrance. It spreads me open. I bite my lip and Applejack moans aloud. There’s a few more agonizing moments of resistance, and then they both slide inside.

I nearly scream from the pleasure as I feel my rump touch the guard stallion’s hips. Me and Applejack pant and moan for a while as we adjust to the overwhelming fullness. Then we look at each other and lock lips as we begin lifting ourselves up and down.

This is certainly the farthest I’ve ever gotten in a dream. It’s certainly too good to be anything but a dream; it didn’t hurt for a second. I almost don’t want to wake up now.

Me and Applejack use each other for balance as we quicken our pace, moaning into each other’s mouths. Swirling colors of purple surround us, and the moans and cries from the ponies mating everywhere harmonize with our own. The guards begin to moan as well and thrust their hips up in time with our humping. The pleasure builds and builds until I feel I could almost burst from it all. Then, it explodes. My whole lower body clenches up and a warm liquid rushes down my legs. I scream out loud and feel the stallion fire off inside me, his warm seed pelting my insides. My innards clench and spasm around his cock sending waves of electric pleasure again and again, before finally dying down.

I slump back into the guard’s chest as his final bursts of passion fire off inside me. Applejack lets out a ‘yeehaw’ as her own orgasm hits. Her guard lasts for a few moments after she finishes, and when he cums Applejack pulls out of him and jerks him off, aiming it so his seed shoots across all over my body. I shield my eyes as the sticky white chunks pelt my chest and stomach. I glare at Applejack a moment, but she just laughs and lowers herself on me, smearing the semen between our chests.

“You know, I reckon there ain’t nothing in this wide world, hotter than a cute mare lyin in pleasure after she finishes.”

My cheeks turn bright red. She smiles and lowers her lips to mine.

“Hey, we want a turn with Princess Twilight.”

I look over and see my friends and several other ponies standing before us. Many of them are coated in the juices of recently finished lovemaking. I stare at Rainbow and Rarity in particular, with raised eyebrows.

“Wait, I thought you two were only into stallions.”

“What? We can experiment if we want,” Rainbow shoots.

“Exactly,” Rarity agrees. “Besides, we’re here to show our devotion to the Princess. It only makes sense to show that devotion in the most direct and explicit manner possible.”

I’m still weirded out by this turn of events, but I remind myself, once again, that it’s a dream. Pretty much anything goes in here I suppose.

“Alright, if you insist.”

“Awesome. Scoot over Applejack.” Rainbow shoves her off and lands her hooves standing directly over me. “Let me show you who the best fucker in Equestria really is.”

She dives her tongue into my mouth and I don’t even try to take the lead. She’s much more aggressive than Applejack, grinding our mounds together and grabbing my butt tightly. I love it. I feel the guard’s cock become stiff inside of me once more and another guard comes up behind Rainbow and mounts her. We moan into each others lips as we make out sandwiched between two guards.

Things spiral on like this for what feels like hours. Everything becomes a stupor lust filled haze of moaning, fucking, and bodily fluids. I try so many new things it’s dizzying to keep track. Pinkie and Fluttershy pull me into a small army of mares that lick over every inch of my body, including the parts damp with stallion seed, and grind their pussies against mine until we squeal in orgasmic delight. Rainbow Dash teaches me how to use my wings to pleasure stallions, and I learn how much I love the feeling of their seed running through my feathers. Me and Rarity experiment with various ways to use magic to stimulate each other. I try my first experience with anal, letting some hunk of a royal guard push into me and shudder at the alien sensation.

I bring myself to climax so many times that by all logic I should be passed out and sore from it all, yet I keep going. I fuck dozens upon dozens of ponies, stallions and mares, and royal guards, so many royal guards.

I lose feeling in my legs at some point and just collapse backward against my latest guard stallion as he finishes inside me. I’m so spent I feel like I could lay down right here and fall asleep inside my dream, even though I know that’s impossible.

I look towards the purple sky, see that the sun has moved halfway across and realize with shame how badly I’ve lost track of time. It should’ve been clear that this wasn’t going to wake me up after the first round, yet I stayed and completely surrendered to my own carnal desires when I could’ve been looking for other ways to wake myself up. I swing my hooves up to my face, splashing my forehead with semen in doing so.

I roll off the guard’s chest and stand on wobbly legs. My wings, at least, are somewhat more stable.

“Where are you going Twilight?” Dream Pinkie Pie calls as she’s gets licked by three mares at the same time. “We still have all day to celebrate.”

I shake my head. “Sorry girls, but I need to leave now. Equestria is still in danger, and I’ve wasted enough time here as it is. Besides, I really don’t think I could go another round. My privates are starting to go numb with all this activity.”

“Tapping out already,” says Dream Rainbow Dash, landing in front of me sweaty, wet, and with a shaggy mane. “I thought that Alicorns were supposed to be the strongest most powerful ponies in all of Equestria.”

“I don’t think this is what most ponies have in mind when they say that.”

“Oh come on Twilight, you haven’t even gone a round with the big guy yet,” Dream Pinkie says.

“Who?” I ask.

“The big guy,” Dream Pinkie shouts. “Ozzy! Princesses Twilight wants a turn!”

Everyone suddenly turns towards a guard stallion who’s almost as big as Princess Celestia. He wears thick plated armor and beneath him lays Dream Fluttershy, writhing and squealing in pleasure as he piledrives her without mercy. I’m not sure what I find more surprising, Dream Fluttershy with a stallion or the fact that she seems to be enjoying such rough treatment. Her hips suddenly jerk and convulse violently as she screams out so loudly I’m actually afraid she might be in pain. It doesn’t calm me in the least bit when the stallion pulls out of her and lets her hips smack limp against the ground, leaving her moaning in post-coital bliss. The stallion turns toward me.

I turn into a block of stone under that gaze. I can’t even see his eyes, yet I can feel him staring at me behind that dark curtain of mane; it’s like sunlight focused to a searing point through a magnifying glass. He approaches slowly, calmly, never taking his eyes off me. Ponies step aside to make way for him. No one says a word as he approaches, no one even moves. I can’t help but think there’s something vaguely familiar about this stallion, though I’ve never seen somepony like him before. Then I notice the astoundingly large member hanging beneath his body, stiff and drooling like the venom of a snake. It’s almost scary, yet I can’t take my eyes off it.

He stops just a few inches away from me, and I realize I’m still looking directly at his penis. I shift my gaze up and he snorts a breath down on my face. I struggle to find my voice. “I’m— I’m sorry, but I can’t stay here any longer. I need to go—”

He spins me around so he’s facing my back and then lifts his forehooves onto my shoulders.

“Whoa, hey! Stop that! I said I can’t—”

He enters into me. I orgasm almost immediately.

The sudden burst of pleasure shocks my system to such an extent that I can barely breathe. I lock my hooves out to maintain balance and pant rapidly with my face towards the ground, my eyes open and unblinking at the white covered stone. He stays still long enough for me to finish riding the intensity of my orgasm. Then he pulls back, and I orgasm again.

He starts thrusting slowly and I can’t even form a coherent sentence. When my second orgasm begins to subside I only get a few moments of rest before the third one hits. I feel like my brain is about to melt out my ears each time I cum.

Dear Celestia, how is he doing this? This shouldn’t be possible. It makes no biological sense. How can I— Oh, hell, it’s a dream, just roll with it.

I push myself back against his force as he begins quickening his pace. He keeps giving me this impossible pleasure for several minutes, and then I feel his member twitch as he fires off a massive load inside me, filling me several times over with his seed spilling out onto the ground beneath us.

It takes me twelve seconds to catch my breath after it’s all done. I look back at him with awe. “Dear Luna, that was just—”

He pushes a hoof down on the back of my head, pressing my face hard against the stone streets, and starts pumping in and out of me like a piston. The result is a pleasure so powerful and overwhelming I lack the words to describe it. It never stops. I devolve into a writhing wet mess, babbling incoherent nonsense and pleasured screams.

I feel him shoot off inside again. My legs buckle and give out from under me. I lie on my stomach cooing softly with tears in my eyes.

“Oh my gosh. That was… what was that?” I sigh in disbelief.

The stallion throws off his helmet, letting it clank on the stone ground next to me. He rests his huge chest against my back, nuzzles the side of my cheek, and says with his breath burning on my ear. “A greeting present.”

My heart stops. That voice. I’ve only heard that voice a few times, but I recognize it with crystal clarity.

My head trembles as I turn to look. His eyes are faintly visible from this angle. I see them between the narrow openings of his mane, above his carnivorous grin. They’re not purple like everyone else. They glow red and twist like burrowing rings of flames.

Adrenaline kicks in and I start casting a teleportation spell. The demon thrusts inside of me. I gasp in panic. Pleasure ripples through me, so strong I barely have the concentration to think much less cast spells. I cry out for help, twisting my head in all directions, but my friends are gone. There’s no pony in sight. I’m all alone. I claw at the paved stone to try and pull myself out. It pins my hooves to the ground and bites down on my ear. I yelp and wriggle against him, pushing and twisting in ways that only serve to help it thrust deeper into me.

I stain the ground with tears and my own juices. With no other options, I lay my face against the ground and sob uncontrollably, as each pump sends a wave of unwanted pleasure that makes me nauseous to my very core. I feel the end coming. My stomach twists and tightens like something is tugging on both ends and it’s about to rip in half. I only want it all to be over. Then I cum, and the demon cums with me. I make something between a sob and a moan as I feel its horrid seed pour inside.

It’s length burns within me. It stays hard even after the orgasm, and I’m clenched painfully around it. It grabs my arm and turns me over onto my back. My teary eyes tremble open and I see the monster staring down at me, its smile as sharp as a dagger.

“Oh, what’s wrong? Not one minute ago you were enjoying this, having the time of your life.”

It pushes forward, more slowly this time. I clench my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, yet I still shudder.

“You, tricked me,” I exhale. “You made me think you were somepony else. You’re the reason everypony is like this. You put these thoughts in my head!”

I’m yelling at the monster by the end. It only laughs and pushes in deeper. “You give me too much credit princess. Sure, I may have been misleading with my new appearance, but these thoughts, these fantasies, they were birthed from your imagination, not mine. I merely dug them out of your subconscious and brought them to the forefront of your mind.”

“Liar! I’ve never thought of my friends this way before, and I never would!”

“Oh?” The demon pauses mid thrust and leans down so close to me I can smell its smoky breath. “Then did I simply imagine the part where you gave into these desires on the flimsiest of pretexts?”

The coil tightens in my chest. I squeeze my eyes and lips shut then scream as I fire a magic laser point blank into its face. Smoke stings my nostrils and I try to wriggle up, but the demon’s weight is still on top of me, still inside me. When the smoke clears it’s still staring down at me with a grin. It didn’t budge. It didn’t even blink.

Tears well within my eyes. The demon begins thrusting again and the pleasure returns tinged with shame and guilt. I close my eyes and ball into my hooves.

“Aw, don’t be ashamed Princess,” the demon mocks. “You of all ponies should know such feelings are completely natural. Besides, of the countless fetishes and secret desires I’ve encountered in my long, long existence, unabashed hedonism ranks very low in terms of perversity.”

I feel its tongue, rough and boiling wet, lapping at my tears. “It is certainly miles below my own perversions.”

It chuckles coldly and thrusts into me harder as if to emphasize its own deviance. I grit my teeth. My hips shake. I climax. Why am I still aroused? This is wrong. This shouldn’t be happening at all.

I choke back the tears and whimper. “Why are you doing this? What do you want?”

It smirks down at me as if I were a child asking a naive question. “What I want, I will get, in due time. It is merely a matter of patience. The reason I’m here is to amuse myself while I wait.”

My heartbeat slows to a crawl. That’s all? Just a distraction? No, there has to be more to it. This can’t be happening for no reason.

“Oh, that’s the look I live for,” the demon moans. “That look of absolute shock, horror, and lust.”

“I’m not enjoying this!” I scream.

“I never said you were princess. Don’t conflate lust with desire. You’ll only torture yourself with such misconceptions.”

It thrusts in slow and deep. Its hoof reaches down and rubs my winking clit. I shiver as a horrible pleasure shoots through me.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“You’ll figure it out. You’ll be thinking about it for a long time after this. For now, just take solace in the fact that you have absolutely no control, not even over yourself.”

Its hips smack against my own. I yelp as it quickens its pace. I try to scream, but it grabs my throat and holds my eyes to meet its own.

“My capacity to hurt you is rather limited in here. Can’t get you pregnant, can’t give you a disease, can’t even do any real damage. I suppose I could make it painful for you rather than pleasurable, but something tells me you might prefer that.”

It chuckles a sick laugh and tightens its grip. I gargle out a choked cry. I pry at its arm trying to make some room to breathe. It holds me like this for several minutes. I feel the pleasure return again, like a haunting specter I can’t expel. It tortures me, gnawing at my gut like a ravenous animal.

“Yes, you have it easy in here. Consider yourself lucky, I guarantee you that your friends will not have the same luxury.”

Panic knocks the wind out of me. My whole body goes numb and for a moment I feel nothing but freezing terror and the pointed stare of the demon.

“Their cunts are gonna look like jigsaw puzzles when I’m done with them. Perhaps I’ll impregnate them, give each one their own little demonic hellspawn. Fun fact, when mortals give birth to demons, in about one in five cases, the newborns will tear straight through the stomach and feast upon their own mother’s blood. I wonder which of your friends would get the lucky bastard.”

The demon cums inside. My own orgasm shakes me from my stupor. I twitch and cry in a combination of sheer terror and shame-filled ecstasy. The demon grunts and forces itself in as deep as it can. When its orgasm subsides it exhales a snorting breath and slowly pulls out, for the first time since it started.

I whimper pathetically on the ground. The demon lies down next to me. Its breath stings my cheeks and its hooves move down to my genitals. I don’t even try to stop it.

“Please, leave my friends out of this. Do what you want with me, but just leave them alone. They have nothing to do with this.”

“You know that’s not true, not unless they have no intention of trying to stop me.”

There’s a collapsing feeling in my chest, and my head shakes as I pour out more tears. The demon wraps its arms around me and kisses my forehead in some twisted mockery of a lover.

“You ponies look so cute when you’re terrified.”

The demon’s hoof is on my chest, and suddenly I feel it lift me up. With one hoof it pushes me up into the air and I float into the sky. I’m lighter than air, and there’s a tingling feeling in the back of my head.

I look down at the demon to see it waving at me, and all around it, I see a hellish version of Canterlot. Buildings torn down and burning, bodies hanging mutilated from gas lamps, the stone streets turned into canals of blood. I fly higher away from this tortured city crying and screaming into the lonely void.