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Okay, this one is about as far as I'm comfortably 'going' with the sex scenes.

Be advised it's going to get graphic.

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CHAPTER 7

(Warning, this chapter contains a graphic scene.)

Ponyville, at the moment Luna and Twilight began their ‘test’ …

It was, over-all, a rather boring morning at the Cakes’ bakery. The hardest parts of making the day’s treats was over, and now all that remained was the pastries and cakes in the oven, baking in preparation for the mid-day rush, when Pinkie came vibrating into the kitchen, eyes rolling, tail twitching, ears flopping back and forth, a sure sign of her ‘Pinkie Sense’ in full, uncontrollable swing, Applejack and Rainbow Dash following in her wake with wide, panicked eyes.

“Wuh-wuh-wuh-wooooow! I’ve neverrrrrr ha-had a cu-cu-com-combinaaaaaation like thi-i-i-is!” Pinkie yelled, excited beyond words, as she vibrated around the expansive kitchen, at one point literally climbing the wall of the room, before shuddering out the door and into the actual shop-front with her friends following doggedly in her wake. “Majorrrrrrr-Su-u-u-u-uper Ullllltra Doooo-ziiiiiie in progre-e-e-e-ess!”

Looking at each other in alarm, the Cakes gave each other a quick nod, Ms Cake dropping her bowl full of frosting batter to the ground as she rushed up the stairs to grab their children and the first aid kit, Mr Cake abandoning several batches of jelly to ring the Mayor and explain the situation, before rushing to prepare the bomb-shelter under the kitchen for an extended stay, as a siren began to wail over Ponyville, alerting the citizens of the town that the ‘Pinkie Warning System’ had reached a critical level.

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At that very moment.

In the Crystal Empire, Princess Mi Amore Cadenza, or Cadence to her friends, was enjoying a quiet breakfast with her husband before a long day of pointless meetings and agonizingly boring paperwork, with only a handful of Crystal Ponies acting as ceremonial guards and servants nearby, when the bright pink Princess stopped mid-bite, her eyes growing wide in shock.

“Honey? What’s happened?” Shining Armor, the Royal Consort and Cadence’s husband, asked nervously, levitating his half-eaten bagel back down onto the plate as he watched his wife’s eyes get wider and wider, to an almost eerie proportion before her wings shot out, fully extended in a textbook display of a ‘Wingboner’. “Cadence?”

“Oh. My. Faust.” Cadence whispered, a manic grin spreading across her face. “Shining, I just felt the biggest … biggest surge of … of …”

“Honey, breathe. Breathe.” Shining said in as calm a voice as he could, rushing to his wife’s side as the Guards looked on with looks of confusion and alarm as their Princess seemed to be in the throes of some sort of mystic fit. “Is it the Changelings? Sombra? … Please don’t say Discord, I don’t think I can handle Discord in love, not without a lot of hard cider in me first.”

“I … can’t tell who … but oh FAUST! I can feel them, all the way from Equestria! There’s two Ponies out there who are … oh my … oh my …”

And then Cadence fainted into Shining’s hooves, wings still rigid and extended, her face locked in an expression of manic glee.

“…. Somepony fetch me some parchment, ink, a quill and a bottle of dragon-fire. Princess Celestia needs to know that there’s something happening within her borders that can affect Cadence to this point.” Shining snapped, the Crystal Pony guards saluting and rushing to obey the Royal Consort, the servants scattering after Shining Armor told them to go, and leave the care of his wife in his hooves.

Looking down at his Wife, twitching and mumbling to herself, Shining sighed, levitated a pitcher of water off the table and up-ended the contents over her … and frowned as the ‘cold shower treatment’ failed to do anything other than make Cadence’s clothing turn partially see-through and cling to her form.

At least now, however, he had an excuse for the puddle that had formed under Cadence’s chair halfway through the proceedings.

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Twilight convulsed.

She shuddered, writhed and thrashed under the covers, yet she was anchored to Luna by the tangled, sweaty sheets that held their bodies tightly together, and the tips of their horns, which had disappeared into a small, pulsing globe of magic the size of an apple, made of swirling purple and dusky blue light.

She was a rational Mare, one who approached life in a manner some would call orderly, but most would say was obsessive-compulsive. Twilight was also infamous for her panic-attacks if she deviated from her schedule even a little.

If any of her friends had been watching her right now, they would have been shocked to have seen the transformation from a shy, adorkable librarian into a thrashing, wanton mare, desperately writhing against Luna as the Lunar Princess in turn ground back against Twilight.

For the Sympathy was in full effect now, and all that Luna felt, Twilight felt, and the reverse was also true, as the two Mares clung to each other, babbling half-apologies, half-encouragements, as the orb of light surrounding the points of their horns swelled, then shrank again as more wisps of magical energy was sucked from it into the now glowing cube of rose quartz, Empathy’s Core.

And then from the Core, arcs of white, raw magical energy would shoot out, caressing the Alicorns’ bodies and all else inside the tent with snapping tendrils of crackling energy, which trickled into their internal reservoirs of magic, which in turn would channel itself down into their horns, and each time drawing more and more ambient energy from the world around them, creating a larger ‘surge’ of magic, and thus pleasure, with each pulse.

Fighting to keep her control in a sea of endless pulses of pleasure and the uncanny sensation of having two bodies grinding desperately against each other, a small part of Twilight’s mind remained coherent, if not entirely rational, watching the proceedings as if from afar with embarrassment, shock and not a little bit of awe.

We can’t stop. WE CAN’T STOP! We’re trapped in a feedback-loop with the Core! What can we … this isn’t right, the Shackles aren’t working right!

Struggling to remain in control, Twilight’s rational mind flailed amongst another wave of pleasure as Luna bore down on her once again, locking their mouths together in a passionate kiss as their bodies pressed tightly against each other.

It would be so easy to just … let go. To let the feedback-loop, and the Sympathy, overwhelm her and stay like this with Luna until their hearts exploded or Empathy’s Core shattered.

It was too much of a good thing, and neither she nor Luna seemed able to escape. It was so tempting to just let go, to grapple with Luna in this wild lust and let their Sympathy overpower them, to keep enjoying this raw, addictive pleasure endlessly.

But it wasn’t right. Twilight didn’t know why, but the frantic, desperate thrashing her body was engaged in just didn’t feel like what an intimate moment between two Ponies should be. It felt … animalistic, like something had been unleashed from inside them, and now controlled them, moving them to its own will.

Perhaps … maybe if we remove the shackles? No, no, that will just cause our power to run wild in the Everfree Forest. The disembodied consciousness of Twilight ran through various scenarios franticly, trying to maintain control as Luna reared back from the kiss as much as the magic that joined their horns would allow, to shift her hips against Twilights into a new angle, and proceeded to grind down with intense force, causing Twilight’s body to squeal in delight and thrust back against the Lunar Princess. But we did everything the scrolls said with the Shackles and the Core! It shouldn’t be this bad! The Sympathy shouldn’t be overwhelming us … like … this.

But what if it wasn’t the Shackles or the Core malfunctioning. What if it was something closer to home?

Twilight’s consciousness teetered on a knife-edge, torn between panicking and trying something drastic or letting the sensations from her body overwhelm her, furiously attempting to come up with some other solution, some other answer, but it was the only answer she had.

The problem was not in the artefacts, or their use. It was in Luna and herself. They were overpowering the Relics, not the other way around. The Shackles, Empathy’s Core, both of them had been created by a Unicorn, but not with Alicorns in mind, especially not two of them!

With no other options, Twilight’s consciousness looked at the two bodies locked together beneath her, screwed up its metaphorical courage, and released its hold to the surges of pleasure, swirling down back into her body as the two Ponies beneath her began to shudder and shake, calling out each other’s names louder and louder …

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Further into the dark heart of the Everfree, a sleepy and somewhat annoyed Zecora stared at the masks on the walls of her home, eyeing the shaking of the tiki-masks with well-deserved nervousness as the Forest around her quivered.

“What is happening, I want to know, that can make this forest shudder so?” The Zebra muttered, then began trotting around her living room, patting the masks and trying to calm the minor spirits that lived within them, but to little avail. “No malice or anger that this Zebra can sense, but the power I feel is of great consequence.”

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the quivering of the spirits of the Everfree forest stopped, and the Zebra shook herself, feeling as if some force had been lifted from the air.

“How curious, how strange, this force that has no name. Perhaps it is nothing, perhaps it is not, but one thing I know, I must alert Canterlot!” The Zebra rhymed to herself once more, reaching for a quill and the nearby vial of rare, and expensive Dragonfire, when every hair on her body stood on end.

“Whatever comes now, I fear it will suck!” Zecora cried out as she felt the return of the un-named force return at much greater strength, an invisible wall of force that rushed through the Everfree Forest, scattering the Spirits before it and burying Zecora in terrified Tiki-Masks and other knick-knacks, the Zebra shouting in confusion and annoyance as she heard the unmistakable sound of glass shattering. “AND FORGIVE THIS ONE’S LANGUAGE, BUT WHAT THE BLOODY BUCK?”

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An hour later …

In the comfort of the royal suite in the Crystal Castle, Cadence lay face down on her bed, blushing furiously as her wings jutted straight up from her back and twitching constantly, with Shining Armor rubbing her back and promising her it would all be alright.

Thankfully, nobody had clued in that Cadence appeared to be suffering the world’s worst case in inappropriate wing-boners, the lack of pegasi amongst the Crystal Ponies proving to be of great benefit to the Royal Family. Shining had quickly come up with an excuse when one of the Guards questioned why Cadence couldn’t fold up her wings, that for Cadence at least, the limbs functioned as a sort of radar system for powerful ‘Love-Love Waves’, which meant that when Cadence detected such a powerful wave, they would automatically unfurl to help pin-point the location.

It was a load of complete and utter manure he’d made up on the spot, but since the Crystal Ponies had had no contact with the other races of Ponies in over a thousand years, and considering Shining Armor was the Royal Consort and one of the heroes who helped save them from the return of Sombra, they believed it.

He also had a sinking suspicion that they thought if he was willing to throw his wife at Sombra off a balcony to win, what he would do to them would be the stuff of nightmares. His drill sergeant would have shed a tear in pride. His PR agent had torn his mane out in anguish.

Thank Faust that nobody has actually been able to study an Alicorn. That excuse should prevent a scandal from forming. Shining thought, wiping a hoof across his face to remove the layer of sweat that had formed carrying Cadence up the stairs, since he’d refused to allow the Guards to manhandle his wife, for fear of them noticing certain other things that were happening to his wife.

Dumping that pitcher of water over his wife had been his best idea to date. Any damp stains on his uniform were easily explained as moisture from that, rather than Cadence’s … problem.

As a security measure, Shining had immediately placed a barrier around the Royal Suite to keep any would-be snoops or well-meaning servants out while his wife tried to compose herself, but it had been close to an hour, and whatever, or who-ever, was doing this to Cadence hadn’t stopped or slowed one bit.

It was somewhat irritating. A small part of Shining’s mind resented the fact that somewhere, somehow, somepony was doing this to his wife, right in front of him, so to speak. His pride felt impugned that somebody else could make Cadence make that kind of face …

“Oh. My. Fa-aaaaaaaaauuuuu-ust.” Cadence whimpered, her wings quivering as another ‘spasm’ gripped her. “I don’t know who they a-aaaaahaah! Who they are, but I’ve never, ever felt anything quite like this!”

“Is there anything I can do, darling? Bag of ice? Cup of tea? I’m afraid that I only know how to the flick the ‘switch’ on, not off, as it were.” The white unicorn sighed, then frowned and put up a second barrier around the room, weaving it into the bricks, the doors and even the windows, attuning it to block any attempt to magically teleport into the Royal Suite or use magic to scry the room or its inhabitants. Combined with the first, opaque barrier designed to prevent physical entry, it would surely keep out all but the Solar and Lunar Princesses themselves.

No doubt at least one Pony had run to the local gossip-merchants the moment Cadence had suffered her ‘Love-Love Wave’ attack, and there’d be Ponies, Crystal and normal alike, trying to spy on them even now.

Such was the life of royalty and a national hero-couple … as poor Twilight had found out the hard way. Shining was still wondering if it would cause a diplomatic incident to go and kick a certain editor of one of those gossip-rags square under his tail once or thrice.

“Shining … I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but they just won’t … woo! They won’t stop. Sssssso could you he-help me by …” Cadence’s voice slipped as the tremor built to a crescendo, and Shining couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the last time he’d seen Cadence face-down on the bed, quivering like that.

For a Princess of ‘Love’, she’d never really experienced the physical side of it. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the expression on her face the first time I brought her over the edge like that.

“You want me to … ‘help’?” Shining asked softly, leaning down to whisper into Cadence’s ears, then nibbling softly on the very tip of one of those ears while the Prince-Consort sent a hoof trailing down her back and then under her tail, causing his wife to moan sweetly. “Are you sure? I mean, I want to, it has been a while, but right now? I thought we were holding off until we had time to, you know, prepare in case I got you pregnant?”

“Shining, darling, if you are not inside me within the next minute, I think I am going to throw myself at the next male that walks into the room, pony or otherwise!” The pink ‘Princess of Love’ growled, raising her rear from the thoroughly-soaked sheets and giving him a smouldering look that set his blood pounding. “This is like a … like being in the middle of the worst estrus ever! I need you!”

“As my lady commands…” Shining replied, eagerly divesting himself of his uniform and, after a moment’s thought, placing a third magical barrier, this one intended to block and muffle any sounds from passing through it from either side, around the room before guiding Cadence into a more comfortable position.

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Another hour later

“Twilight, are you sure you don’t want me to move?”

“M’kay. S’good squish.”

“I … is that even Equestrian? Twilight?”

“Sleepeh …”

“Twilight …” Luna murmured, somewhat peeved as Twilight, as tired, sore and no-doubt as satisfied as Luna was, closed her eyes, an angelic smile on her face, and lapsed into post-orgasm slumber.

Unfortunately, Luna still had an itch to scratch, as it were, and despite how sore certain parts of her anatomy were, the Alicorn had hoped to keep scratching at that itch, even as part of her mind quailed at asking Twilight to keep going with the more … physical aspects of their ‘test’.

Still … it took two hours for the magic to weaken to the point where we could regain control and stop … stop sparking each other. Two. Hours. And Twilight kept up with me the entire time. Luna blushed and shifted on-top of Twilight, trying to find a more comfortable position, wincing as sore, chafed flesh trailed across equally sore flesh, and tried once more to untangle the sheets that had gotten wrapped around the two Alicorns, once again without much success.

Their horns were also suffering. While the ‘feedback loop’ with the Core had certainly recharged them far faster than they would have on their own, the sheer volume of magic, and the length of time it had been channelled, had left both of their horns swollen and sensitive to the touch, and not in a good way. Even casting a simple telekinesis spell was giving Luna a headache.

Does this make us fi…filly-foolers? Luna found herself wondering, denied the ability to slip into endorphin-fuelled slumber like Twilight by her confusion and nervousness, and with her mind working itself into knots of maybe and perhaps that looped back upon themselves like snakes eating their own tails. Will Twilight hate me when she wakes up and is coherent? Will ‘Tia accept what happened as just an accident? I’m scared … it’s all too much, too fast, all at once!

Twilight had been mumbling something about it being them, rather than the artefacts, as the cause of the feedback loop, but surely that wasn’t the case.

Luna had had perfect control of her body for several millennia! She’d even repressed her Heat successfully while on the Moon for a … thousand … years …

………………

Oh bother.