It's finally over, Journal.

...but I'm getting ahead of myself.

I wasn't enthusiastic about witnessing Pipsqueak's first hint of the wolf. Beyond the horrors of bringing a foal into the vampony disease, I was all but certain Luna was going to molest him in front of me—and try to get me to join in on the 'fun'.

Princess Luna made us wash and clean our hooves. Then, at her insistence, I sat with her and Pip together on her enormous bed, warm satin sheets beneath us. She wore a see-through shimmery navy-colored negligee, which consisted of a cape, a half-bra, and crotchless panties, but was stripped of her baubles except for the fake ounckse and earrings. Pip and I were nude, not counting my baubles and that annoying magic blocker.

"I'm willing to witness this, but I need to beg you, Luna. Don't do it. Let Pip be a child," I asked her. My voice sounded less than certain; I was already slipping, psychologically. I wanted to see what would happen. I even wanted it to be okay for Pip to be intimate with Luna. It was the last bastion still separating Twilight Sparkle from Toilet Spunkhole.

"I am a child, Princess Twilight. I'm a foal. I like to do fun stuff like this. Like, I like playing pretend," insisted Pip. He then turned to Luna and a naughty grin crossed his face. Luna smiled and nodded, and Pip looked back at me and batted his eyes. "And you know what else I like to do?" he asked.

The question was so curious to me that I didn't stop to make the point that vamponies aren't pretend. "What's that?" I asked, leaning forward.

Pip scooted up to my ear, placed a hoof to it, and whispered in a voice far too sultry for a first-grader:

"...ffffffffffuck."

I inhaled a piece of my own spit and began to cough and choke. Pip immediately broke into peals of laughter and rolled around on the bed. Luna smiled coyly back at me. "Twilight Sparkle, do take care," she said. "It is not even nightfall yet; there is much for you to partake in."

"I..." I said, coughing a few times, "I d-don't want to rape a foal, Luna."

"It is not rape except by your modern definition. We shall do nothing to Pip of which he does not expressly approve," said Luna. "But know that the one condition of your stay with us is that you may not try to indoctrinate Pip into believing he is a victim. You must allow him to decide what he enjoys and what he does not. Is that understood?"

I paused, looked down at the little foal, and winced. "You'll just do it to him anyway if I'm not here, so... I suppose. But I at least want him to know I think this is dangerous and wrong."

"I know how you feel Princess Twilight," said Pip. "Princess Luna 'splained it to me. You think sex is bad for foals because nopony made love to you when you were just a filly."

I sighed. I wanted to argue, but I was tired of arguing, and if I pushed too hard then Luna would make me leave. There wasn't much I could do (or so my mind rationalized), and deep down, I didn't want this to be wrong. I wanted to justify all the conflicting feelings inside me. I wanted a reason to accept the vamponies' side of things. This had been going on for so long that, this time, I was consciously aware of it as it happened. I was looking for an out, a way to believe that what I'd previously considered child rape was an okay thing. I knew what I wanted, and even though I didn't like that about myself, I still wanted it.

"I don't think that's..." I began, then I closed my eyes. "Fine. I already know how Luna feels about me. Let's just get this over with."

"There is no need to rush things, Twilight. Relax. You are learning to accept things as they are," said Luna, in a soothing tone. "First, a bit of foreplay is in order."

Princess Luna pulled me and Pip into a group cuddle, with the tot sandwiched between the two of us. The contact felt nice, though I was dreading anything beyond this. The main source of my dread was the fact that I'd already been corrupted to the point where I found foals erotic—my last encounter with the Cutie Mark Crusaders had already confirmed that blister on my heart.

Pipsqueak scooted up between us and faced Luna, kissing her on the muzzle. Then he turned to me and kissed me on the lips too. It was a foal's kiss: delicate and unassuming, far from intimate. I felt a sense of relief at how non-erotic it was; not because I was dreading the eroticism, but because I realized foals weren't inherently erotic to me. It was still possible for something to be cute and innocent. That logic hadn't fled me.

Then he kissed me again, but differently. It was a subtle difference: he wet his lips this time, his head tilted slightly to the side, and he pressed more firmly against my mouth. That small change made all the difference. I felt an erotic spark within me, and my pulse quickened. Luna held me tightly, giving me no escape, and I finally gave in with all my heart. I was going to enjoy this, and I accepted that fact, hoping it didn't make me irredeemably evil.

So we kissed, and I spread my lips against his little mouth. I felt a tiny tongue tapping against the edges of my lips, and then it tickled the tip of my own tongue. I pushed mine gently into his mouth and slowly stroked back. His touches were extremely delicate, not at all what I would expect from a colt—even of his age.

I opened my eyes, and saw that his were already open. While Prench kissing my little lover we stared into each other's eyes, and I felt like I was falling in love all over again. I suppose I was. To my surprise, I could sense the same emotion coming from Pip. He was letting me into his heart, and enjoying it in the same way as an adult would. Romantic love wasn't just about eroticism, after all. It was an emotion, a need, and I was filling him to the brim with it. I was becoming a pony he could trust, one who would be there for him, and he knew it.

Eventually the kiss broke. I panted softly, while Pip smiled and giggled. Luna wore a sly grin. "Very good, Twilight. I am most proud of your progress. Do you not see how the love of a foal is a wonderful thing?"

"I don't want to be the pony I'm becoming," I said.

"But you are becoming her, nonetheless," said Luna.

I nodded in response. "I am, and I'm starting to like it. I... I think I'm finally doomed."

"Ah! Then let us celebrate," said Luna, pulling back from the hug. She lay me on my back with my head propped up and had Pip sit on my collar. I could see his sac and sheath, and his little penis slipped out into the open. He was grinning.

"W-what are you going to do?" I asked, my heart pounding like a rabbit's.

"Pipsqueak, scoot forward and rest yourself upon Twilight's lips," she said, and then Pip did exactly that.

"I can't believe my first taste of cock is going to be a little foal," I whispered against his stiffening little rod, his balls resting on my chin-groove. "Pip has to be too young to enjoy this..."

"He enjoys it in a different way, Twilight," explained Luna. "Make sure you pull your lips slightly over your teeth so you do not scrape them against his organ."

This was it: the last stand of my morality. Without much thought, I spread my lips and allowed him inside me.

There was a slight odor, reminiscent of Flash Sentry, and a flavor loaded with glutamate. This must be what meat tastes like, I thought, gently suckling Pip's dick into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue. His eyes brightened and he leaned forward, grabbing my mane and pulling it. The slight pain almost made me gasp, but with it came a surprising amount of pleasure I didn't understand.

"Do you like that, bitch?" he said, and giggled. I felt his cock throb. I blushed. I loved every bit of this. It wasn't my fault if he was in control, I rationalized.

"Take his balls up succulently within your mouth, Twilight. He is small, so you should be able to fit the entire package within your oral cavity. Be very gentle."

I obeyed Luna, and began to suck on Pip's cock and balls at the same time, tenderly stroking his nuts with my tongue. He seemed so happy above me, and occasionally he tugged hard on my mane, making me whine out of my nostrils.

After about a minute of this, Pipsqueak nickered and I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. Was a foal this young having an orgasm? He wasn't ejaculating anything, but the reaction was unmistakable.

The surprise must have registered on my face, because Luna spoke. "It is a qualitatively different sort of orgasm, Twilight. But it is an orgasm nonetheless. Also, consider how the refractory period of the male is tied to ejaculation, not orgasm..."

Just as my brain processed what she was saying, Pip whined loudly and his cock throbbed a second time. Multiple orgasms were possible because he was too young to ejaculate! I sucked hard on his member, releasing his nuts from my prison so that I could increase suction safely. Pipsqueak gasped and attempted to pull free, and I let go. He collapsed on the bed next to me, panting softly.

I realized at that moment that I had already soaked the sheets with my enthusiasm, nearly cumming myself.

"We must take care not to overstimulate him," said Princess Luna, gently petting Pip's mane. "You have done a job most splendid, Twilight Sparkle."

"Th-thank you," I said, my voice horse. It felt almost like I was being praised for being a good dog.

"Sit up now. Would you care to get closer to an older mare?" Luna asked. She turned about and faced me with her small rump, revealing a tight-looking anus and vulva. Her clit was engorged and pulsing, 'winking' at me.

"I... I don't know how to do this," I said, feeling overwhelmed.

"Here Princess Twilight, I can show you," said Pipsqueak. The tot leaned over and kissed Luna's clit firmly, making her vulva ridges wiggle. "See, it's not hard!"

I leaned in. There was a scent like a beached fish, but it wasn't overpowering. If I could suck off a small child, I could certainly kiss an ancient mare's clitoris, I thought to myself. It looked like a tiny flared cockhead. I lowered my neck down and placed my lips on the moist, throbbing pink button. Before I realized what I was doing, I had sucked it into my mouth as though it were Pip's penis, and my tongue was eagerly pressed against it.

"Fuck," gasped Luna. "That is most welcome! Do not stop that, Twilight."

I obeyed, naturally. My nose was bumping her ridges, and I was tempted to thrust it inside, but I didn't want to go too far too quickly. All of the flavors and scents and colors were new to me. Her clit felt so warm and alive in my lips, and I think it was as thick as Pip's little cock, though much shorter. I moaned nasally, doting on my Lady as a good cunt should.

Pip climbed up onto my neck and flashed a very naughty grin at me upside-down, then leaned up and kissed Luna right on her asshole. This snapped me out of my reverie. I withdrew from Luna's clit.

"Pip, that isn't sanitary," I protested.

"There is no danger, Twilight," said Luna.

"You wanna try?" Pip asked me. Then he kissed it again, and it looked like he was worming his tongue into her anus. He tried to wrap his mouth around the entire ponut, but it was too tight a fit.

I shook my head. "T-too much," I said, collapsing back onto the bed.

Luna turned back around and Prench kissed her lover, then leaned down to Prench kiss me. I could taste it, ever so slightly, and I wanted more. But I was past the point of rational thought and too nervous to move.

"It appears we have overstimulated Twilight Sparkle herself, Pip. Though I would enjoy spraying onto her beautiful face, I believe this would be a good time to begin your hint."

"Oh colt!" said Pip, bouncing on the bed.

I sat up slowly, shivering. "I can't believe I did any of that," I said softly.

"I am so proud of you, Twilight. Surprised, but proud," said Luna, and then her face began to change slightly. Her ears poofed up, her irises glowed red, and her fangs emerged with a smile.

"How do we do it?" asked Pipsqueak. "This isn't where you bite me is it?"

"No," said Luna, eyes widening. It visibly frightened Pip, and he squealed in joy. "You must drink some of my blood. First, to avoid turning you, I must inspect your muzzle for any sores."

Luna pulled at Pip's gums with her hooves, carefully examining his lips and teeth. "It would appear to be safe. Do you have any cuts or abrasions within your mouth, child?"

"Nuh-uh," said Pip, shaking his head.

"Then we begin." Luna bit at her own cannon, drawing two dots of blood. "Drink my blood, lover. Taste what it means to be a vampony."

Pip leaned over Luna's bite and planted his mouth around it, suckling at the blood. After a moment he pulled back, a trickle of blood running down his chin. "Rarrr! I'm a vampony!" he declared, narrowing his eyes and posing over me like a movie monster.

Princess Luna chuckled. "Not yet, but you shall have a hint shortly."

Pipsqueak gasped. "Somethin' feels weird," he said, and then the changes began to take him.

His ears slowly poofed up, and his eyes glowed ever-so-slightly. He gritted his teeth, and his upper baby teeth—teeth 104 and 204, which would give way to his canines—fell out, slightly bloody. Into the open slots emerged two adult canine teeth.

"Whoa! I lost my baby teeth?" said Pip. His tongue began to narrow and lengthen, and it dangled out of the side of his mouth.

"We shall keep these for the tooth fairy," said Luna, setting them on the nightstand. "Your fangs are adult teeth, earned early for this purpose."

Pip panted softly. "It feels real good," he said. "Hee hee! Look at my tongue!" He whipped it around on the bed, slapping it into our legs. "And... and I can smell stuff... oh my gosh there's so much smells!" Pip's face was a mask of surprise and awe.

"It's certainly beautiful," I said. His poofy ears had sent him over the top in cuteness, and in my heart cute and sexy had merged indelibly.

"I wanna smell closer," he said, sniffing at me.

Luna performed the snarl. "If you do this thing with your lip, you can smell Twilight's pheromones," said Luna. "Those are even better."

"No way," said Pip, who had moved to my backside and lifted up my tail. I craned my neck back to look behind me, and I saw the little colt snarling and shivering.

Then his mouth went to my ponut, and I felt something long and thin pushing its way into my anus. I yelped from the shock.

"Take care not to bite her," said Luna. "You cannot turn Twilight, so a bite would merely be painful."

"I don't think I care," I said, gasping as I felt him wriggling within me. "Fuck this is so wrong." The feelings inside of my floating colon weren't especially erotic, to be honest; it felt more relaxing than anything else. But my anus was tickling in a pleasant way that turned me on. I could sense Pip was enjoying this on a level far beyond mine.

I think analingus (I think that's how it's spelled, if Pinkie is correct) is more fun to give than receive, though it's hard to imagine doing it... no, wait. It's easy to imagine being ordered to do it by my Master or Lady. Horsefeathers, it feels good to close my eyes and dream that little dream.

Pipsqueak finally withdrew, then began kissing and licking at my cunt. His tongue dipped into my vestibule, twirling around inside it.

"I... Too much," I gasped. I was near to an orgasm and the thought of spraying on his face was less than appealing—I didn't know how he might take such a thing.

Luna nodded at Pip, and he withdrew. "Aww."

"It is okay. Let us commence a cuddle," said Luna, and this time I was the hayburger while my captors were the buns (figuratively speaking). I faced Pip while Luna spooned me from behind. His eyes glowed and he giggled, occasionally darting out that alien tongue to tickle at my chin.

"Are you alright, Twilight?" Luna whispered in my ear.

"I'm better than alright," I said. "I give up."

"That is... unusual," said Luna. "You are fated to escape once more. This is a very happy occasion, but it makes no sense. Do you wish me to turn you now?"

I paused for a moment, thinking. "I want Applejack to do it," I said. "I want to wait to see her."

I've finished cleaning up from the experience, and I'm going to go masturbate now. I want to think about the Cutie Mark Crusaders as I do it. I've already lost the battle to depravity, so why not go all the way? I'll bet their little twats are delicious. It still feels a little wrong writing that, but I'm sure that will go away soon.

Princess Luna's crazy, even though she still won't say how she 'knows' I'm going to escape. I'll never leave now. I actually look forward to betraying Princess Celestia, though she's probably reading this so it's not a secret. Sorry Princess, but it's for your own good.

I've cast my lot with the vamponies, and I can't imagine anything that would possibly change my mind now. It's over—stick a fork in me, Twilight Sparkle is done. Toilet Spunkhole is here to stay.