It's early morning, and I think I'm still safe. I'm going to finish writing about yesterday's events, even though it feels like I'm writing a sick cross between horror and a trashy romance novel. Penning out my demons in this journal helps put all the awfulness I've been through into perspective.

When I left off, I had done something incredibly stupid, and now I was pinned beneath Cheerilee.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion at this point. Perhaps it was the drugs, or maybe the fear from being unable to budge an inch, or maybe it was just realizing how screwed I was. Cheerilee leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, her eyes soft and moist with emotion; a silly smile decorating her muzzle. I've never seen anypony look so happy in my life. It was both touching and terrifying.

"You are so sweet, Twilight. My knight in shining armor, coming inside the barn to save me," she said, and giggled. "Or, maybe that should be the other way around: I'm saving you in the barn for Shining Armor to cum inside at night?" she added, with a flirty wink. I'll just come right out and admit it: as sick as it was, that was an extremely complicated and impressive pun. I should mention that Cheerilee is one of few ponies brilliant enough that I can enjoy discussing science and math with her. Why aren't we closer friends? I guess it's her busy schedule, or maybe I just neglected to get to know her well. I feel bad about that. Anyway, I couldn't appreciate her wordplay at the time, for obvious reasons. I was flat on my back, unable to move, with no possible means of escape.

"No no NO!" I whispered. "Please, Cheerilee, please don't do this! Think of the foals you teach! Think of your friends!" I knew reasoning with her wasn't going to work, of course. I simply had no other options left.

"I am, you silly goose! My foals will be well taken-care of," she said with a grin, "and, for that matter, I LOVE thinking about my students and my friends alike." My hooves began to tremble as they pressed harmlessly against her sides where they lay pinned. "And you're my friend, Twilight." She kissed me on my nose. "My most special friend." She kissed my forehead. "A friend I'd like to get to know better, a friend who desperately needs my help, a friend whom I love oh so dearly." She kissed my lips, just a tiny peck. "Oh dear Luna, I only wish I'd done this sooner with you, you beautiful, wonderful mare."

She smiled gently, and her eyes were... well, it was more than just happy. There was another emotion there, a personal one. I've only seen somepony look at me like this one other time, and that was a smitten, bitten Applejack. The schoolteacher kissed me firmly on my lips, and I tried to resist, but I still felt the gentle softness she used against my tightly-pursed defenses. My lips loosened slightly into the kiss, but I still held them shut. It felt like she was actually trying to stick her tongue inside my mouth! (Eww, so gross... I bet that's some kind of sex thing, though.) Cheerilee giggled like one of her schoolfoals, then licked along the length of my closed mouth, and finally ran her tongue gently up my muzzle to the tip of my nose. Then, she quickly bumped her nose against mine and said, "Boop!" She was so giddy she was acting like Pinkie Pie. Naturally, this was terrifying.

I think I started crying then. Maybe it's because, technically, that had been my first kiss. I was horrified, and I felt victimized. But the worst part? Even as hard as I fought it, it still felt so wonderful deep inside me. It felt like somepony cared about me in a special way, even if that pony was insane and it was because she was insane. I started imagining us together, like a married couple or something, and it was hard to block the images from my mind. I can certainly see how sex leads ponies to procreate. It's not just the sensation, it's the emotion that ties into it. It's mental rather than physical, which I never expected, but the physical leads to the mental. In my case, there was a throbbing deep inside me down, well, you know where, and locking eyes with this beautiful pony made me feel like I desperately needed the kind of "special friend" she was intent on providing. Part of me felt lucky, happy, even thrilled. Even now I don't understand why, but I feel sad without her. A big part of me wants to go back to the barn and slip right under her just to be with her.

And there's another thing I think I need to reflect on. I know it doesn't really matter, and I know it's silly to care about this sort of thing. But right now, as I write this, I find myself actually wishing I had kissed Applejack, back in our room in the palace. Even if it meant (as she clearly feared) that the two of us would have fallen in love, right there in her bed in the middle of Creep Central. It doesn't seem to matter to my heart that I might have lost the battle to my brother and failed to escape. I just don't know what to feel anymore. I never knew a mare could love a mare until a few days ago, and now, do I actually feel that way about Applejack? Is this just some kind of confused crush? It was just arbitrary chance that I ended up being the one to help ease her pain, yet the emotion persists. And now I'm starting to feel this way about Cheerilee too, even though she's nuts! None of this makes any sense. Sex and love are so unbelievably illogical.

The temptation is starting to claw at my heart. Even as I write this, I feel it burning inside, and I don't even have the bite as an excuse. If I actually thought giving in to the insanity would help my friends... I just don't know what I would do. This thing we're up against is far more powerful than I had reckoned. I need to get this journal to Princess Celestia now. I'm not invincible, and I'm scared of hurting everypony by not being responsible enough to see things through. At least that feeling is one I'm familiar with.

Ugh, I'm sorry, journal. Where was I...

Right, so Cheerilee kissed me, and I cried. And she held me down with her overbearing weight, and she gently squeezed me with her legs. I felt her teats against mine, hot, and very swollen. Unnaturally swollen, even. There's no way she wasn't pregnant, so I realized I might be able to exploit the situation.

"Cheerilee! Think of your unborn foals," I gasped, squirming helplessly.

Cheerilee's eyes lit up. "Oh yes! I certainly hope I'm pregnant, but Master will keep trying. I can't wait to pop a little bitch out of my pussy for him," she said and sighed, shivering atop me.

"But, you are pregnant! Your breasts are huge," I said. I wasn't particularly hopeful, but maybe, just maybe, realizing this would jar her back to sanity...

She chuckled at my observation. "Oh, no. Those are implants, to make my boobs larger," she said, grinding her soft, weighty teats down onto mine. They were unnaturally firm and felt weird. I could feel her wetness oozing off the back of her teats onto my own breasts, and I was trying not to think about how amazing it felt. And the scent, everywhere...

"You weren't looking at them before, were you?" she asked. "That's too bad. When you see them, even from a distance, it's really obvious they're fake. They're just so big, and impossibly round. This way, absolutely everypony gets to know at a glance that I went to great lengths to turn myself into a sexy cunt, and they can see my body is made for fucking," she added nonchalantly. "Fucking anypony, anytime, anywhere Master allows it."

"This is how it ends," I said, crestfallen. "Twilight Sparkle, fillynapped and held hostage by two close friends: the shiest pony on earth, and one of the smartest ponies she's ever met. Both of them gone completely mad." I sniffed a bit, and realized I had stopped crying. I couldn't tell if this was a good thing or not. I still felt awful, and I'm sure it showed.

Cheerilee watched my face droop, and suddenly looked very sad. "Oh, you poor sweet mare. My Princess, I beg you: please stop fighting. It's just awful watching you do this to yourself, and Master and I both care so much for you," she said, her face looking very sad. "We... we love you."

For a moment the words stuck in my throat, but I finally vomited them out: "He could have killed me, Cheerilee!"

"Oh, no. He was very careful," she said. "And once he brought you into the barn, Master fetched a nurse from the hospital to take care of you. Then he stayed up all night long to watch over you. That's why he's not out doing chores right now: Master finally needed to sleep. You have no idea how much he cares for you, do you? How much risk and trouble he has gone through to see to your safety?"

"Why can't you see you are hurting me?" I whisper-shouted, confused. I was having a hard time keeping my voice down. How could anypony be this, just, nuts?! I tried to put on an intimidating face, but it wasn't working. Probably the soreness in my eyes from all the crying.

Cheerilee shook her head dismissively. "Do I look hurt to you, Princess?" she asked, matter-of-factly. "You have no idea how happy I am, Twilight. How happy we all are. My past sins are now virtues, and, regrettably, some of your virtues are no longer virtuous. I realize it will take you time to adjust to the new order of things, and we forgive you. Everypony knows you haven't been fucked by a stallion yet—"

"SHUT UP!" I half-yelled. Dammit. I did not want to alert anypony else to my presence, but I couldn't take any more of this psychological bullcrap. It was screwing me up in the head, and if I started allowing it in, I'd be questioning everything I stood for. Fuck that.

"Okay," she said, and smiled sweetly. (Obeying my command may have been polite, but it was still pretty creepy.) Then she reached out and licked my horn from ounckse to tip. It was just... weird. I could feel it, somehow, like a little electric shock zipping right down the length of my horn and deep into the middle of my brain, and I gasped at the sensation. It felt amazing. I never knew my horn could feel like this! Why didn't I know about this? I started to realize that a certain part of me was very wet, not only because Cheerilee's corresponding part (ugh) was dripping on it, but also because I was dripping. I was horny... very horny. It's a natural reaction, I told myself. It didn't mean that I wanted this to happen. But I started shivering underneath her, and it was harder and harder not to relax and let her have her way and just give up. The drugs were making it even harder, because they relaxed and distracted me even more. I'm scared to think about it, but I may have been mere millimeters from permanently giving my life away to this mare and her "Master". At least the experience has given me renewed resolve.

Fortunately, just when I was about to crack, an epiphany hit me. I had a great idea. Let's see how good my acting skills are, I thought...

I started panting, and bit furtively at my lower lip. "Please," I whispered. "I..." I gasped, and pressed my horn forward, more deeply into her mouth. (Well... I certainly hoped I was acting.)

Cheerilee smiled down at me, nearly crying. "Oh thank you Twilight! I'm so proud of you," she whispered reverently as she took my horn deep into her mouth. Cheerilee began to fellate my horn (I think I used that word properly). I'm not going to lie, it felt amazing. I felt the wetness flooding my... well, my vagina, preparing itself for a stallion who didn't exist. I could feel our teats pressing together, her firm, fake breasts tightly squeezing my soft little ones. I was shivering in pleasure, and I almost forgot my plan entirely. But then...

For just a moment, Cheerilee pulled back, smiled, and opened her mouth wide.

That was my cue. I shoved my horn in all the way, pervert-unicorn-ring-thing and all, then shifted beneath her in an odd way. She closed her mouth around the ring in confusion, and I yanked my head back hard. It worked. She spat out my horn, the ring still on it, but it was loose. One good whip of my neck and it went flying through the air and into a pile of hay.

"Dammit Twilight!" Cheerilee shouted angrily. She looked hurt, and that look wounded me. I felt like I betrayed her, and I guess I had. But I wasn't the one who did it first.

I teleported quickly, stretched painfully, then turned to face her. I was upset, but not angry. I felt great pity for one of the most trusted mares in town, for what she had become. I had to do something. I cast Hasp Unfix on the shoes, and it worked just as predicted. They shifted slightly, with a "click" sound, into what I assumed was an unlocked position.

"There. You can stay miserable, or you can pick yourself up and escape," I snorted. "Part of the problem, or part of the solution. It's up to you, Cheerilee."

"I AM NOT MISERABLE, YOU POOR, STUPID CUNT," she shouted. This was not working. I needed to get away as cleanly as possible, and I had no options left.

"I'm sorry Cheerilee," I said, and zapped her dead-on with a deep sleep spell (one of those spells I know very well, but hoped I'd never have to use). The beautiful, filthy, hopelessly confused mare instantly nodded off. Two of her hooves popped out of the shoes as she entered dreamland. Celestia, how I wish I'd had the time to free her. I don't think it would have worked anyway, though. I still have no idea how to fix that kind of broken mind. It's hard enough to avoid getting into that kind of diseased mindset in situations where it could prove disastrous, and I haven't even been brainwashed or bitten or anything! I won't be able to attempt fixing ponies until we've established some degree of control over the broader situation.

I ran down the trail toward the vampire fruit bat field. Big Macintosh had no chance of sneaking up on me now, and I believed Cheerilee when she said he was asleep. I needed to gather my supplies and take to the air for Canterlot.

It was easy to find my tree, given the considerable damage. The destruction was subtle from a distance, but up close there was no mistaking the tree's mortality. Searching the bush, I found all of my supplies, along with three blank scrolls from Spike (bless you Spike!) and a note written in his claw explaining details of what he and Pinkie had been doing.

I wrote a reply on one of the scrolls explaining what had happened to me, that I was okay, that apparently one of the nurses was a bad guy now, and I told Spike to send Princess Celestia a note to inform her that Princess Twilight Sparkle was on her way and should arrive in Canterlot by noon. Maybe I should have added more advice, but I'm going to let them handle things their way since I'm tackling the more important problem right now. I lit the note on fire to deliver it, packed my saddlebags, and took to the air. I made it four-fifths of the way there by nightfall. Now it's morning, and I will easily make it into Canterlot by noon. I'm headed straight for the castle.

I've transcribed Spike's note below, and destroyed the original (just now, on the morning of Day 46).

Dear Twilight,

This is Spike. Pinkie and I believe you have been fillynapped, but we also believe you are resourceful enough to escape. We hope so, anyway, because we're not sure how to rescue you without alerting the bad guys that there are more of us in town. Anyway, we're still keeping a low profile. Nopony knows I'm here, and Pinkie is acting like nothing unusual happened on her trip. Earlier I suggested to Pinkie that we should see the Mayor and get her to announce what's happening so we can get most of the town on our side, but she thought that was a bad idea since it's been so long since we've been here. Basically, if the bad guys have taken over enough ponies, it wouldn't help us because we have no way to tell them apart, by her logic. So we're trying to retain the element of surprise for now.

Let us know if you rescue yourself, or whatever. I've included three blank scrolls below so you can send a note to us, one to Princess Celestia, and have a third one just in case. I don't want to leave more because the more junk in that bush the easier it is to see (I wrapped the three scrolls really tight with a green ribbon to make them less obvious).

Please be safe, Twilight. We're counting on you, as always. Never a dull moment, huh?

Your Number One Assistant,

Spike (the dragon)