“Hello, Crystal. I’ve been expecting you.”

Rarity snarled as she stood atop the shattered remains of the doorway. Before her she saw a large, circular room, a jagged, golden throne sitting at its center. On a small podium in front of the throne sat a small crystal ball, casting a dim green light over the whole room. Behind the throne, six giant, fleshy crosses stood, all but one occupied by her captured friends, helpless to defend themselves from the remnants of their captors.

There, at the end of the row, stood Trixie, draped in an elaborate black cloak, her long, silver hair trailing down her back.

“It’s over, Bellatrix,” Rarity snapped, stomping forward into the room proper. “I’ve bested all your creations, and now you shall join them.”

“Is that so?” Trixie asked quietly, not so much as giving her a disinterested glance.

Rarity gritted her teeth. “It is. Now come and face me like a woman, so that I may free my friends and be rid of your foul presence.”

Trixie laughed. “Foul presence? Oh, Crystal darling, I’m hurt.” Finally she turned, the green light glinting off her eye in the darkness. “Why such hostility? All I want is to share unbridled joy with you and your friends.”

Rarity shook her head. “You want to turn us into pleasure dolls, and to birth a monstrous horror into the world!”

Trixie rolled her eyes and stepped away from the crosses. “You don’t know the half of it, my dear.”

“I know all I need to,” Rarity sneered, raising her mace as the sorceress came closer. “Now, are you going to fight me, or do you have some more monsters you’d like to hide behind first? I’ll have you know, I severed the last one’s head with a bludgeoning weapon.”

Trixie sighed and clicked her tongue. “Oh, I know well what you are capable of, Crystal. Frankly, I’m excited to see it in action.”

“Yes, well, I…” Rarity stopped mid-step. “Um, what?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Trixie asked with an airy laugh. “You’re not like your friends. You’re better, stronger...” Rarity narrowed her eyebrows as she listened to Trixie’s words. “... Cut from a different cloth, if you would.”

“What do you mean?” Rarity asked tentatively.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Trixie said, finally stepping up to Rarity and placing her hand lightly on her shoulder. Rarity swatted it away. Trixie frowned before continuing. “With your talents and desires, you would be wasted on breeding.”

Rarity stepped back, baring her teeth. “What the hay does that mean?”

“Join me, Crystal. Together, we can subjugate every mare in Equestria, and live as Queens.”

Rarity laughed. “Why would I do that? Surely you can’t think I’d turn my back on my friends? And for what?”

Trixie shook her head. “I’m not asking you to turn your back on anyone, dear,” she said, stepping around to Rarity’s side and draping her arm across her neck, gesturing towards the crosses. “Look at your friends. They’ve accepted their new lot in life, happily coming for all of eternity…”

Rarity closed her eyes and took a deep breath in through her nose.

“... They don’t want you to save them.”

Rarity opened her eyes and looked at her friends in the dim light. Twilight, held in ecstasy by the tentacles; Fluttershy, immobilized by the octopod’s suction cups; Applejack, tamed by the goo sloshing around her; Rainbow, restrained by the vines and flowers; and Pinkie, helpless before the tongues that ravished her. They looked… Content.

“No,” Rarity whispered, a tear rolling down her cheek. “It can’t be… They’re just… They’re just distracted, and–”

Trixie laughed uproariously. “Distracted? They’re not distracted; They’re enraptured. They’ve never felt this good in their lives, and, barring your intervention, unlikely to be successful as it might be, they never have to feel anything else, ever again.”

Rarity shook her head, clutching her mace tight in her hands. “But… That’s not right! If all you know is pleasure, then what’s the point of life? It’s the moments without it that make it have meaning!”

Trixie sighed and shrugged, stepping away from Rarity and back towards her throne. “Tell yourself that all you want, but honestly, if they could speak right now, I don’t think they’d agree.”

Rarity looked down at the floor and breathed softly as she listened to her friend’s moans echo around the chamber. Why… why did they have to sound so happy? Didn’t they know they were being used?

“And I know that seeing them like this stirs something within you,” Trixie said, leaning back in her throne and crossing her legs.

Rarity raised a glare at Trixie. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen you, Crystal; I know what you like,” Trixie said with a wave of her hand. The crystal orb lit up on its podium, and suddenly the walls lit up with the scene of Rarity and Pinkie together, after they’d escaped the portal.

Rarity felt her cheeks light up red. “What!? How did you–”

“I’ve been watching you this whole time,” Trixie admitted. “But what’s important is how much pleasure you take in being the one on top, my dear.”

“I do not!” Rarity stamped her foot. “And I would thank you to remove this garish display from the walls this instant!”

Trixie laughed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, dear. I’m the same way; When you saw your friend Peach Cobbler, high on the Succubus’ Snare’s pollen, you couldn’t help but be aroused by how much she needed you, how she was helpless to resist you in any way, just… trembling. You find it thrilling, to have that power over someone… Don’t you?”

Rarity screwed her eyes shut. “That’s different!”

The corners of Trixie’s mouth curled slowly up. “You don’t need to turn your back on your friends, Crystal; I’m offering them to you.”

Rarity opened her eyes and looked up. “What?”

“Join me, Crystal. Take your place at my side, and you can have your friends, all to yourself, to do with whatever you please.”

Rarity bit her lip as she looked again to her friends. As much as admitting it disturbed her, it was a tempting offer, on some level… To have her friends as her obedient servants, eternally serving her in feeble attempts to earn her gratitude, that she might deign to reward them with fleeting satisfaction before–

“No!” Rarity shouted, shaking her head to clear the image away. “I will do no such thing!”

Trixie frowned, raising an eyebrow. “You are sure of this, then? You will not join me by choice?”

Rarity raised her mace and narrowed her eyes. “I would sooner end my own life.”

“Very well.” Trixie closed her eyes and sighed softly. “I can see that your will is too strong for my temptations…”

“It is,” Rarity grinned resolutely. “I will never join you by choice.”

Trixie’s eyes shot open, her horn lighting up in brilliant blue as she shouted, “Then you will join me by force!”

Rarity’s eyes widened as all at once she felt thousands of tiny fillia spring to life against her the skin of her breasts, torso, and pelvis. She could feel tiny tentacles wrapping themselves around her nipples and clitoris, poking gently inside her vagina, and stoking across her rectum. The sudden shock brought her to her knees, dropping her mace to support herself with her palms. Looking down at her body, she saw pink tentacles writhing out of the seams of her corset and thong, playing tantalizingly across her flesh.

“I–… I–… What–…” Rarity stammered as her heartbeat spiked, her breath abandoning her lungs.

“Did you honestly think it would be that easy, my dear?” Trixie laughed. “That I, The Powerful and Sexy Bellatrix, would just let you waltz in to my throne room without a trump card planned?”

Rarity fell onto her back as the tentacles tormented her, blood flooding to her vagina, clitoris and nipples, increasing their sensitivity by the second. She clawed at the cups of the corset, wedging her fingers under the edges and pulling, but the fabric clung to her as if it had been glued on, the fillia and tentacles steadfastly refusing to leave her skin.

“You’re so predictable,” Trixie taunted her, stepping over to stand at her head. “All I had to do was take a cursed set of armor, dress it up with a few gems, and you never even questioned it.”

Rarity moaned as she arched her back, the tentacles prodding further inside of her vagina sending a rush of warmth up and down her spine. “I–… No… M–Ahe~!–My detection spell…”

“That pitiful cantrip?” Trixie laughed into the back of her palm. “It’s a level one spell, my dear… It can’t detect cursed items.”

Rarity bit her lip as she felt the warmth flooding throughout her body, her cheeks burning red as she let her arms fall to her sides, unable to free herself from the cursed corset. She just needed a plan… If she could just think for a moment, she could–

“Annnnnh~!” Rarity cried, the tentacles pushing deeper inside of her, tweaking her clitoris and nipples, stroking across her breasts and thighs, spreading her own wetness across her naked skin…

“It’s time to give up, Crystal,” Trixie cooed, kneeling over her and bringing her mouth down to let her breath play across her victim’s horn. “You’ll never defeat me.”

Rarity felt her eyes rolling back in her head as she bit back another moan. She couldn’t give up. Her friends needed her to keep going, to find a way to escape this, to–

“HHHHHHRN~!” Rarity squealed as one of the tentacles slipped inside her rectum, stroking across the walls of her anus. At the same time she could feel the tentacles penetrating her vagina growing, filling with the creature’s blood and thrusting rapidly. Further still, she could feel the filla gently sliding across her breasts and labia, providing an inescapable wave of stimulation across her whole body.

Rarity shut her eyes and panted, sucking air in through her teeth every time a moan escaped her lips. She slammed her head back against the ground, hoping the pain could distract her from the unbelievable pleasure. If it worked, it was too brief to be of any help.

Trixie leaned down further, letting her lips brush against Rarity’s ear as she whispered, “Come for me, Crystal.”

A scream of passion tore its way out of Rarity’s throat as she felt her orgasm wash over her, every nerve in her body on fire with lust and bliss. Her body seized up as her vaginal walls contracted in short bursts, debilitating every thought that attempted to pierce the haze of pleasure she felt.

When her mind returned to her, she slammed her head down again and cursed. There was no sense of relief to accompany her climax’s conclusion, the tension instead building again immediately as the tentacles relentlessly played with her. She panted furiously, helplessly pawing at the corset, unable to find any way to earn herself a reprieve from their ministrations.

Trixie laughed softly as Rarity heard her footsteps getting farther away. “Does it bother you, Crystal?” she asked, “to see your friends like this?”

Rarity groaned as she rolled onto her stomach, pushing herself up to her knees. She just had to keep fighting…

“Your Princess, helpless… It must eat you up inside that you couldn’t save her,” Trixie said as she stepped up to Twilight, turning back to grin wickedly at Rarity, holding the crystal ball up so that its light discolored her victim’s skin.

Rarity looked up and grimaced, doing everything she could to distance her mind from her predicament, even as her body shuddered with a sharp moan escaping her lungs.

“Now she’s nothing but a toy,” Trixie continued, gently running her fingers across Twilight’s exposed breast. Twilight squeaked softly, but did nothing to resist the attention. “The proud and mighty ruler of an entire nation, reduced to my pleasure doll, coming at the slightest provocation...”

Rarity watched as Trixie lit her horn. The tentacle in Twilight’s mouth withdrew, and Trixie captured her in a kiss, pinching her nipple tight between her fingers. Twilight moaned loudly, bucking her hips forward and back as her whole body shook under Trixie’s ministrations.

Trixie laughed as she broke the kiss at the end of Twilight’s convulsions, the tentacle retaking its place in the princess’ mouth. “See?”

Rarity snarled, unable to get any words to form. Despite her wobbling knees and lightheadedness, she found her way to her feet.

“And somehow, you still seem to think you can avoid this fate that has befallen each and every one of your friends… Why is that, I wonder?” Trixie raised an eyebrow as she walked down the line, gently prodding her thumb into Fluttershy’s mouth. Fluttershy shivered, greedily sucking on Trixie’s appendage until Trixie pulled it out and traced it around her abdomen. Fluttershy bucked her hips, just like Twilight had, and Rarity could do nothing but watch as Trixie earned an orgasm from her defenseless friend with little more than a gentle touch.

Rarity felt the tension in her loins nearing a breaking point. She couldn’t hold it off for long. She just needed to figure out a way to break Trixie’s spell, but how?

Trixie lit her horn as she reached Applejack, the goo sloshing aside to open a path to the captive mare’s folds. Trixie licked her lips before tracing her fingers down Applejack’s pelvis and thrusting them into her vagina. Applejack’s muffled squeals filled the room, and in a few moments, Rarity watched as she fell into a series of convulsions just like Twilight and Fluttershy had.

Rarity fell back to her knees as another series of contractions began, barely catching herself with her arms from being completely prone. She grunted as the pleasure coursed through her body, her eyes rolling back as she fought against it with all she had.

She watched as Rainbow reeled the moment Trixie touched her cutie mark, bucking her hips so fiercely Rarity could hear the wet slaps of her ass against the cross. “This one certainly has earned the title ‘Fastest Mare in Equestria’, has she not?” Trixie giggled.

‘That’s not even in character!’ Rarity mentally snarled.

Finally Trixie approached Pinkie. Rarity slowly returned to her feet as she watched Trixie add her own tongue to the armada assaulting Pinkie’s erogenous zones, licking at her nipples as she massaged her breasts with her hands. It took a moment, but Pinkie descended into the same furious spasms the others had, unable to defend herself from Trixie’s attention.

“So you see,” Trixie said as she stepped away from the crosses and returned to her throne, placing the crystal orb back on its pedestal, “your cause is hopeless. I cannot fathom why you continue to struggle.”

Rarity panted as the pressure headed swiftly for another apex. At this rate, she wouldn’t last much longer. If she could just figure out where Trixie’s power was coming from, maybe she could form a plan…

Rarity lurched forward, raising her mace as she tried to ignore the sensations covering her body. Trixie snickered softly, straightening up in her seat. Rarity roared, swinging her mace in a wide arc at Trixie’s head.

Trixie leaned to the side, letting the mace pass over her mane by several inches. Rarity squeaked as she lost her balance, landing at the foot of the throne and collapsing onto her back, her eyes drifting shut as she struggled to regain her breath.

Trixie clicked her tongue softly. “Now that’s just sad…”

Rarity felt the contractions begin again, flooding her mind with ecstasy as she clawed at the infernal corset, every inch of her body crying out for relief from the unending titillation. She wailed in agony, unable to do anything to stop it.

Panting as her convulsions subsided, Rarity felt a drip of wetness hit her nose and opened her eyes to see Trixie’s thighs above her, her pitch black thong dripping with excitement.

“You know,” Trixie said as she ran her finger across Rarity’s cleavage, “I’ve been so generous to you girls, and yet, I’ve taken nothing for myself…” Rarity shuddered as Trixie’s finger slipped inside of her corset and flicked across her nipple, forcing her whole body to spasm. “... Earlier, when I said that we both enjoyed having power over someone?”

Rarity’s breath seized in her lungs. “No,” she whispered with all the volume she could muster.

Trixie grinned. “I meant it.”

In a flash, Trixie’d pulled her thong to the side and plunged her hips downward. Rarity felt every agonizing centimeter as her horn slid smoothly in between Trixie’s folds, the walls of her vagina gripping it tightly and stroking with every movement of her hips. Rarity’s mind caught fire with the new sensation, obliterating any sense of focus she had left. It was like Pinkie’s game all over again, except now the maddening tug and pull was attached to her forehead, and she also had to cope with all the other sensations flooding her body at the same time. It was too much, feeling her magic building up and seeping out of her horn, into Trixie’s warm, waiting body, just begging for a full release.

Awash in a sea of pleasure, Rarity felt her neck nodding obediently along with the rhythm of Trixie’s hips as the other mare moaned with delight. This was positively humiliating for Trixie to use her horn like this, and yet, she could do nothing to stop it, too enraptured with how amazing Trixie made her feel. She was completely helpless as she felt all the tension exploding out of her body, blanking out her mind to everything but Trixie’s vagina stroking up and down her horn.

Rarity’s eyes fluttered half open as she regained her senses. Her heart felt like it would explode out of her chest any moment. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth with how hard she panted. Her entire body was coated in a layer of her own sweat. Her eyes stung as rivulets of Trixie’s excitement rolled down her forehead. And all the while, the tentacles refused to give her a moment’s solace from their tormenting motions.

Glancing to her right, she saw the podium on which the crystal ball rested and –

… The Crystal Ball. That had to be it, didn’t it? She’d never seen it before tonight, and it certainly seemed like a magical artifact of some power. If she could break it, it might end Trixie’s control over the tentacles.

It was only an educated guess, but it was her last hope. Summoning all her remaining strength to grip her mace from where it fell, she took a deep breath. Trixie moaned above her, clearly nearing her climax as her pelvis slapped more and more rapidly against Rarity’s forehead.  Rarity wheezed, every cell in her skin alight with tingling electricity. She wouldn’t last another orgasm and she knew it. This would be her only shot.

Raising the mace, she tried to adjust her aim as best she could while her head bobbed up and down between Trixie’s thighs. The pressure reached boiling point and she let the mace fall towards the podium, her mind going blank as she felt the walls of Trixie’s vagina contracting around her horn.

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