Author's Notes:

This was written as a sad and dark chapter, with no clop! Only focusing on the main story line this time.

Chrysalis didn’t want to come to terms with that she saw before her. But Blueblood didn’t even wait for the two freshly abducted princess prizes to comprehend their new settings. Hijacking the changeling’s queen magic further, he shot two quick sleeping spells at the solar and lunar goddess, rendering them unconscious just as their eyes were widening upon recognizing the prince before them. He even gave a smirk, further adding to the insult upon injury while Chrysalis watched in helpless horror as the two princesses’ bare bodies dropped to the cell floor.

“YOU FUCKING RAT FACED BASTARD!!! I’ll KILL YOU FOR THIS!! I’LL-MMmmnn!!” Chrysalis attempted to yell before her mouth was abruptly silenced by a plastic ball gag that flew into her cursing mouth.

“Such a cheap plastic toy… and yet, stands to make such an improvement on you…” Blueblood smirked, condescendingly patting the wrathfully glaring changeling queen on the head. He walked over to Celestia and Luna’s motionless bodies, taking a quick moment to admire than full and complete female form, among certain ‘improvements’ the changelings appeared to have made on them before propping them both up on the wall.

“It… it worked….” Spike said in awe, still having trouble believing as Blueblood pulled out two inhibitor rings, sliding them down and locking them in place around the two royal sister’s horns. For the princesses own protection of course.

“Mmm, was there any ever doubt?” Blueblood grinned. “These… disgraceful collars they force all our women to wear… they also serve as a tracker, making it a simple task for one of them to teleport a helpless victim to them… But they didn’t realize it as serves to help us, if we were to take control of one of their own…” He said, casting a confident glance at the prisoner changeling.

“S-so what now?” Spike asked?

“Now…. the real work begins… These two are just the first of many,” Blueblood smiled, hoisting Celestia and Luna’s limp bodies onto his shoulders. “I will be taking the princesses up to my quarters to… talk… with. You, on the other hand, will gather our wizards and will be overseeing their work on this demented beast… extracting Every. Single. One of our women from that hellhole they call a paradise.”

Chrysalis’s rage came to a noticeable stop as she comprehended the gravity of Blueblood’s words.

“That’s right, creature,” Blueblood laughed at the changeling’s pause. “Did you honestly believe we were done with these two? No no no… we are just getting started! Your source of love for our weapon against you…”

“And… and Twilight?” Spike asked hopefully.

“Don’t worry, my boy!” Blueblood said, placing a comforting hand on the dragon’s shoulder. “A mare of her caliber will be high on the list of targets to rescue! You’ll be reunited with her soon enough… Then, I trust, you’ll hold up your end of the bargain…?”

Spike gave an audible gulp, but slowly nodded.

“Excellent!” Blueblood beamed, already on his way out the prison door with two unisonous princesses in tow.

Blueblood whistled a merry tune as he strolled through the halls his manor. His many naked slave servants staring in utter shock as he casually carried the two bare bodies of the princesses they had thought long gone. But holding their tongue, as usual, knowing their place wasn’t to ask questions, even if they sorely wanted to. Their mouths were only good for one thing here, and it wasn’t talking.

“Take a break, gentlecolts!” Blueblood chirped at the two royal guards who stood stationed outside his personal chambers. The guards were confused, not just from seeing him carrying the two past rulers of Equestria, but also seeing the prince in a better mood than they’ve ever seen him before.

“Sir…?” Are you sure?” One asked.

“Quite so!” Blueblood said. “And please, take my personal concubine with you down to the barracks for public use… I daresay I don’t think I’ll be needing her services anymore…”

The two royal guards sprung up at that, barging into the room and momentarily fighting over which one of them would be the one who got to carry Trixie’s cage down to where the other guards were stationed. The others would be pleased to get a replacement for the last mare they kept before breaking, and a higher quality one at that.

“Now then,” Blueblood said, closing the door himself before walking over to his royal king sized bed, plopping Luna’s limp body down on the sheets where she bounced before coming to a stop. He then strolled over to a chair, lowering Celestia’s body onto it. Four separate lengths of ropes flew out, making quick work of solar goddess’s wrists and ankles, securing them to the arms and legs of the chair. Again, for her own protection…

“Let’s see what you have to say for yourself, princess,” Blueblood said, powering his horn targeted straight at Celestia’s head, quickly dispelling the sleep spell’s effect on her mind. The alicorn springing back to life as she jolted out of her forced slumber with a gasp.

The awakened Celestia took in her surroundings with hastened breaths and panicked eyes, quickly noting she couldn’t move a single inch, and even worse, her magic was completely and utterly disabled. A bit troubling, to be honest, from her previous memory. She was no longer in a depressing prison cell, but a royal looking bedroom she herself might reside in… had she sold half her belongings to charity.

“Welcome back, auntie,” Blueblood said with a warm welcoming yet unfitting tone.

“Blueblood…” Celestia gasped, heart beating a mile a minute. “We know… we know everything you’ve done!”

“Good, that ought to save a bit of time explaining.”

“So you admit to willingly allowing these mares to be raped?! To be treated like low life criminals?! Why?! These are mares that have done nothing wrong in the slightest!” Celestia exclaimed angrily attempting to channel what little of her royal authority she had left on her subject.

“Oh please. I would hardly declare any of them saints. There is more fault on their heads than ours. It was mares who brought the changelings here and it was mares who abandoned us to… this,” Blueblood said calmly. “Even you, Celestia, choose to take the changeling’s side over your own kind. Preferring to live a life of shameful debauchery rather than leading your own people…”

Celestia seemed to be shocked and even a tad insulted by the accusation! Attempting to compose herself and her emotions, the solar princess took a deep calming breath and did her best to continue in a relaxed convincing demeanor as she attempted to explain her actions.

“Do you know… the very last thing I saw before I was taken by the changelings those many moons ago?” Celestia said to which Blueblood simply shook his head. “It was my subjects, my servants, even my personal guards… all stallions and all among those who I believed loyal to me. They barged into my room in the middle of the night with crazed lust in their eyes, seeking to… rape me, and even worse, my younger sister as well,” Celestia said casting a caring look to her still sleeping nude sister on the bed. Heavens knows what would have happen to them if the stallions got their wish, back then or now. She had to convince Blueblood.

“But, before they even managed to harm us, Chrysalis used her magic and saved us. She saved both our lives! But her generosity didn’t stop there… Chrysalis showed us all what it meant to be a mare. Secrets that even I, in all my years of living, were completely blind to! And even though the memories of what almost happened to us that fateful night haunted my dreams, I begged, pleaded with her to reconsider her stance on you men, even though it was never my place to question her! I had hopes I could eventually get through to her and restore the unity of Equestria… but the reports started to come in. Each one detailing another group of unfortunate mares who weren’t as lucky as us to be rescued when the stallions found them… That, above all else, steeled her belief in you. That is why changelings are so aggressive against you and always have been, they don’t know you! They haven’t seen what kind caring gentlecolts you can be, all they’ve seen is you causing harm and mayhem! Changelings aren’t evil, they are protective over us! They would never let us into the arms of men who are like that!”

“I will admit, it was not the proudest moment of Equestria’s history,” Blueblood scoffed. “But anger breeds easily in any group of size. While I cannot condone those men and their actions, I can sympathize with the pain they experienced. You may not have been a committed relationship, Celestia, but many of the mares taken were. And a man seeing the love of his life so willingly and shamelessly defiled by another… a hideous creature at that… that changes him.”

“We were all surprised at how effective the changeling’s methods were… none of us were expecting it to lead to that!” Celestia exclaimed. “But maybe we are all at fault here… That isn’t what matters now. What matters is that we stop this cycle of conflict! Put an end to this senseless cruelty and find a peaceful resolution!” Celestia said, her voice thick with hope. “Changelings aren’t your enemies! They don’t want to harm anyone! They are just doing what they think is right!”

“And what is this peaceful resolution, hmmm?” Blueblood asked. “Come together in a merry circle and hug it out? No… I’ve seen your changeling’s leader, right now the only thing she wants to cause me is harm. Despite what you say, it is painstakingly apparent the changelings cannot be trusted. We must stay the path and build our only weapon against them…”

“No leader would willingly abide their citizens be treated in such a cruel manner!” Celestia glared, suppressed anger growing. “There are lines that should not be crossed for a mere victory, nephew!”

“Even if I did take your word that the changelings mean us no harm, auntie,” Blueblood continued. “The stallions of this town would not be so open minded or forgiving. These creatures have inflicted wounds on them and their gender that won’t be mended by a mere simple handshake between leaders. The only thing that will satisfy their anger now is our eventually victory in this battle…”

“Maybe you will win, maybe you will drive the changelings from these lands, but at what cost?” Celestia pleaded. “The mares will never forgive any of you for what you are doing to them! And until then their anger will only provoke the changeling’s full might down onto you! You need to quit this foolishness… now, before this escalates into a full blown war!”

“So… cease our efforts and allow the changelings to march through our streets unopposed? With their magical strength, we would be otherwise powerless to fight them if we were to discover your word to be untrue… Think carefully now… are you really asking us to take that risk?” Blueblood said sadly.

“………Yes….” Celestia begged. “Please, I know you have your reasons to be angry at me, but if you stay on this course, it’ll only get worse for everyone! Mares, changelings, and stallions! But only you have the power to end this conflict now!!”

Blueblood was silent, looking oddly more depressed from how the conversation had turned out then he had hoped. Quietly he rose from his chair, walking over to his dresser with slow calculated steps.

“You are right about one thing, auntie, I do have the power to end this….” Blueblood said solemnly to which Celestia breathed a long held sigh of relief.

“But… not in the way you may have wished… You won’t like what I am going to need you to do… but I believe it is for the best of Equestria and for our future prosperity yet to come that I do it…” Blueblood said gravely, opening his drawer and pulling out a golden halo, shaped as if to be placed around one’s head.

Celestia’s eyes widened in horror the moment it came into view. She didn’t need her magic to sense it, she could see the evil magic emanating from the surface of the ring. Dark magic. A spell… that spell. Straight from the darkest depths of the restricted sections from the Canterlot library itself! It was suddenly occurring to her just how many more lines her nephew was willing to cross to get what he wanted.

“I’m sorry it has to come to this, Celestia,” Blueblood said. Slowly but surely the prince made his way back over to her, holding the halo above her head and taking a long deep breath as he lowered it.

“…I am so disappointed in you, nephew,” Celestia said sadly fighting back tears as the halo ring came down onto her head.

And just like that, that old Celestia was gone…

Back downstairs, the ‘torture’ had already begun. Spike was currently overseeing the two unicorns working their magic over Chrysalis’s flailing body, hijacking her magical energy to find a collared mare back in the safety of the hive, quickly knocking her unconscious with a sleeping spell and teleporting her over to them. The mare’s motionless bodies appearing magically before them in all their glory usually two or three at a time. It was like they were fishing and winning every time!

Dozens upon dozens of reclaimed collared mares were stacked in a pile of flesh before the guards came back down to haul a few limp bodies off upstairs for cleaning and processing. Or at least, that’s what Spike ordered them to do, he didn’t follow them back upstairs to check, but he did notice the men enjoying their work a bit too much.

Meanwhile, Chrysalis wasn’t doing well, or anything even remotely considered close to it. In short, she wished she was dead… Her weakened body was thrashing in vain at her constraints that held her in place on the stone wall as the unicorns worked with her magic by force, all the while she was powerless to do a thing about it. Her mumbled screams into her gag had ceased her various death threats and had changed to outright pleading, begging for them to stop, to have the slightest bit of mercy on her, to which the unicorns thoroughly ignored. To Spike though, he couldn’t help feel a tinge of sadness for the changeling, watching as an endless stream of tears poured down her cheeks as she watched the many mares she had worked so hard to gather and protect were dragged into hell by her. To see such a once fierce looking queen devolve into a crying sobbing wreck before her enemies in a matter of minutes… it almost made him feel sorry for her.

But he had to set aside his misguided sorrow for the task at hand. He should be happy! This is what he had been waiting and working towards for so many months! Finally the mares held prisoner by the changelings would be rescued and reunited with their stallion lovers as it was supposed to be! Why would he even consider the notion that he regretted what he was doing? Seriously! He was a hero!

“Hey…” One of the unicorn stallions said to the other as he concentrated his magic through the sobbing changeling. “I don’t think something’s quite right with this next one…”

“What is it?” The other asked, laying the previous mare up against cell bars for the guards to haul off, giving her magically enhanced breast a quick feeling grope and pinch for good luck.

“Hmmm, doesn’t really feel like the sleeping spell hit this one… kinda hard to tell though…”

“Just teleport her here anyway. If she’s not snoring, we can take her by surprise. Heh, they’re just weak mares after all, not like they have any muscles.”

Spike just rolled his eyes in annoyance as the unicorns chuckled. With another familiar flash of green fiery ball of energy, the room was still.

And there stood princess Twilight… Not asleep, not surprised or shocked, but very very angry.

“You MONSTERS!!!” Twilight screamed, her horn charging to full power in an instant. “You’ll PAY for what you’ve done!!” Before the two stallions could even raise a defense, their bodies were quickly enveloped with the purple hue of the princess’s magic. One released a high pitched scream as his body was blasted through the cell bars, shattering them like pieces of plastic as his body flew off into the distance. The other was flung into the stone wall where he hit the rocky surface with a splat… Spike was sure he heard several cracks from that impact alone.

Then the raging princess’s glowing eyes set their set on him next where Spike could easily see the rage she held. But, the princess of friendship stopped… hesitating for a brief moment upon recognizing the dragon.

“….Spike…?” She said softly, a mixture of emotions flooding over her as she stayed her attack, mostly hurt and disbelief, not wanting to believe the innocent young dragon she grew up with could possibly have a part of this ungodly immoral operation.

That brief hesitation was all one brave royal guard needed. Charging at the naked mare from behind and tackling her to the floor. Working as fast as he could to levitate an inhibitor ring out and down the princess’s horn before her magic could teleport him into the vacuum of outer space.

“NO! Get this thing off me!!” Twilight yelled, her many attempts to pull the ring from her horn were in vain as it locked itself into place. Her magical strength fading to a mere sliver of power, not nearly enough to even pinch one of the stallions. The thankful yet angry royal guard was safe to breathe a sigh of relief, but not before roughly yanking the now powerless princess down by the hair and laying her royal pump purple rump over his lap.

“Don’t hurt her!” Spike ordered angrily, causing the guard to halt his hand mid spank. “Just get her to my room and leave her there!” The royal guard considered his order before nodding, disappointedly, but picking up there princess’s body underneath his arm and hauled her off. Twilight’s struggles now looking more akin to a child’s temper tantrum in her parent’s grasp than an all-powerful princess of magic.

“Ugggg, guess this won’t be as easy as we think…” Spike said pinching the bridge of his nose, not realizing the unicorn laying slumped upside down against the stone wall could barely understand him through the pain. Chrysalis was torn between giving thanks for a respite, but also losing one her favorite mares sex slaves in the process. She just lay staring at the floor, motionless for the time being, wishing the earth would swallow her whole.

“Ummm, guess you two can take a break then…” Spike said, unsure of exactly how to proceed from here. “I’ve been waiting for far too long to talk with Twilight anyway…”

As Spike exited the dungeon cellar, clearly intent on heading straight to his room for his long awaited explanation, he was quickly stopped by the prince himself.

“B-Blueblood!” Spike exclaimed. “You weren’t gone long... How did the talk with Celestia go? Well I hope!” He asked with an optimistic smile.

“In a manner of speaking, yes,” Blueblood returned with a grin of his own. “Celestia heard me out on my issues, and was fully willing to illustrate why women are not fit to be in control…”

“Great! So she’s on board! I needed a bit of good news after all this…” Spike said, relieved.

“Why…? Is rescuing the mares of Equestria from the changelings not enough? Did something happen down there?”

“Uh… um, no!” Spike stammered. “Everything is A-OK! Heh heh!”

“Very well then. But that wasn’t the good news, my boy,” Blueblood said cheerfully. “The good news is that my little experimental spell worked exactly as described! With it, nothing will be able to stand in way of our victory harnessing hatred over the changelings!” He said triumphantly, handing Spike one of the golden halos. “As agreed, this one is for you, Spike. At least before we begin mass production on them…” Blueblood said with a gleam in his eyes. “Use it to assume control over Dragon Lord Ember… make her surrender the role, she is unfit for by mere principal, over to you and do as we discussed from there... It should be easy! Dragons are an uncivilized rowdy bunch, not you of course, and the word of their leader is unquestionable law to them. The males would require little encouragement otherwise forcing their females down onto their backs and raping them senseless. More hatred to add to the pile, a perfect changeling repellant.”

“Ummmm, I don’t know,” Spike said, obviously hesitant as he took the golden halo and looked it. “Making the dragon lands devolve into… this! More copies of Appleloosa around the world?! Are you absolutely sure this is necessary?!…

“Spike! Spike! Spike!” Blueblood shook his head but chuckling at the dragon’s naivety. “Don’t think for an instant that I would sentence others to this fate lightly. But allow me to explain. Whether the entire world knows it or not, they are all at war with the changelings. Our actions here only secure our fight against the changelings from Equestria’s perspective. But the changelings could simply abandon their efforts here and invade our neighboring lands! Any shortcomings in the dragon’s part to play, for example, would mean all our efforts here would be in vain! Not to mention a complete and utter hostile changeling takeover of the dragon lands, turning them into the new Equestria! The truth is ugly, Spike, but it must be done. Every single women in this world must grow accustomed to hatred and forced sexual servitude to men for the time being… But, think of it this way… would you rather control the dragons yourself? Or leave them to be controlled by changelings, like Chrysalis?”

Spike gave an audible gulp as he slowly turned the halo in his hands, pondering all the actions he could take, and all the likely results his actions would have on the world. However much he hated to admit it… Blueblood was right. The world would likely end of the changelings ever took over, but Spike knew it had a fighting chance if the women could simply put up with being raped as sex slaves for a while… As awful as that was, it was their only option for the time being.”

“Okay… I’ll do it,” Spike said, although his voice clearly leaving something to be desired by Blueblood. “But… exactly how long do you think it will take for the changelings to… starve out, and we can go back to the way things were?”

“Beats me,” Blueblood shrugged dismissively, already on his way, back to his quarters. “Weeks, months, years… maybe even decades! It matters not for us! Now, I won’t keep you from your purple haired pony any longer! Maybe after her you’ll realize how needed we are in this war…”

“I hope so…” Spike sighed, carrying the halo and sauntering back off to his quarters where Twilight waited. If they were wrong about anything, they were about to make a huge mistake.

“Spike!! Please!” Twilight begged, the naked and collared princess struggling in vain to free her hands and feet from their simple binds. Spike was sure to keep her body anchored to the bed with a firm hand. “We have to go help Chrysalis! She doesn’t look well!! She needs love!” Spike gave a low growl in annoyance. This was not how he had wanted to picture his long awaited reunion with her…

“For god’s sake, Twilight! I’ve spent months working my butt off with Blueblood and the others on this crazy plan to rescue you from the changelings! And now that we finally have, you aren’t the least bit grateful! You’re acting as though we’re the bad guys!!! That we should help that…that monster who caused all of this! It’s her fault all of this happened!” Although Spike said they weren’t the bad guys with such conviction, he wasn’t completely sure himself it was untrue.

“Y-You don’t understand, Spike!” Twilight pleaded with her long lost roommate. “Chrysalis isn’t evil! She cares about us! She wants us to be happy!”

“And what about the rest of us who aren’t mares, Twilight?” Spike asked with growing anger. “Does she care about us too?! Or will she only give a damn about us when she forces us to swap into a fuckable gender!”

Twilight could only meet his glaring gaze before averting her head, ashamed and on the verge of tears. “P-please Spike, you have to help her! I-I promise I will explain and apologize for everything in length after that… but we don’t have much time!”

“NO!” Spike roared, barring his fangs in rage as smoke bellowed out from his nostrils. Twilight shrinking in horror at the dragon’s anger. “Those changelings did something to you. You’ve changed, Twilight! The Twilight I knew didn’t ramble on about her needs! She would have been mortified to even be naked in public! For Blueblood’s sake! She didn’t even think about sex at all! She just liked books and making friends! Not crawling around begging from some changeling’s cock like a mindless animal!”

“S-spike….” Twilight pleaded. For all her knowledge in the subject, she hadn’t the faintest idea how to explain her new urges now. It was her body’s natural impulses after all… but something told her the infuriated dragon wouldn’t be the least bit satisfied with that explanation. “You-you just don’t understand…”

“Oh I understand plenty!!!” Spike yelled jumping up from the bed and heading towards his closet. “The changelings messed with your mind! None of you even know what it’s like to think about anything other than sex to your changeling overlords!” With that, the dragon’s anger seemed to disappear as he spotted what he was looking for… the very gift Blueblood had handed him minutes ago. He felt like he should consider what he was doing more closely, but something in his gut told him this was the right thing to do.

“And with this…” He started, holding up the golden halo, eyeing it and Twilight’s head. “You’ll have no choice but to do whatever I say…” Spike said, breathing deeply as he slowly approached the alicorn at an increasing pace.

“No! Spike! DON’T!!” Twilight yelled in a panic now. Her struggling doubling in a futile attempt to avoid the ominous object headed towards her. If she could she would have used her magic to throw him back, but it remained completely disabled. “Get that thing away from me!! PLEASE!!”

“Don’t worry, Twilight….” Spike said sadly with growing pains in his heart. “I’ll help you get back to normal…”

A few inches above her head, the halo came alive. Jumping from Spike hands and securing itself around the struggling Twilight’s forehead where it tightened, almost painful so, into an almost headband like object. Then, with a small puff of energy, the golden ring dissolved into a thick black cloud of smoke. Smoke that followed the alicorn’s every movement and slowly crept inwards through her skull. Twilight froze in place, staring up at the ceiling with a blank stare as the smoke drifted into through her eyes, skin and eyes, intent of seeking out her bountiful brain…

“Twilight….Twilight?” Spike asked hopefully as the spell took hold. “Are you ok?” This was the spell Blueblood intended to spread on almost every women in the land… he sure as heck hoped it didn’t hurt them.

But Twilight couldn’t answer even if she wanted to as the magical smoke fully penetrated her defenseless brain. From the back of Twilight’s mind she was scrambling to do something to fight against it. Even thinking back to her days at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns where she practiced-…….….. wait a second…. she never did go to Blueblood’s School for Gifted Unicorns. Silly her! What was she thinking?! Mares in Equestria weren’t allowed to get an education! Obviously they were too dumb to grasp even the simplest concepts!

Men were the only ones capable of going to school… worthless mares like her stayed home, tending to all the chores! It was so obvious to Twilight, she didn’t know how she could have possibly forgotten! Like all those long days when her naked mother would tutor her skills on her brother regarding the proper way to service a stallion’s cock with her mouth, while the men sat above them at the dining room table eating the meal the women were tasked with making. Teaching her from as long as she could remember that mares were just pathetic weak animals who should be thankful to live in this world… a man’s world…

And she didn’t save that world from Nightmare Moon… a group of brave and smart stallions she would have been lucky to even earn a glance from did that! Easily overpowering the pitiful excuse of a gender and ruthlessly raping her holes until she couldn’t even think or walk, like she deserved for the heinous crime of talking back to a man! She remembered the joyous celebration as they paraded the defeated mare’s body through the streets, inviting any and all stallions to have a go at her abused holes. Serving as an unneeded reminder of what happens to mares who not only dared disobeyed a stallion, but also who believed they were anything more than inferior sub-pony bitches.

And why did she think she knew all this math stuff? Numbers and letters together in…. sentences…? How did any of that even help to suck cock?! The mere thought of that hurt her brain! Thinking was hard! She could leave that job to the smarty men. All mares like her were good for was taking cum into their holes and being used. That’s the way it always was, and that’s the way it always would be!

Speaking of cocks… the mere thought of which made her mouth water. So long, veiny, and hard… always happy to see her play with her boobies and cunny! Each one holding their own unique flavor of blissful cum as her undeserved reward for servicing them! A single part of a male’s body… and yet, that was all it took to make mares everywhere quiver at the knees before bowing down to worship them. Truly it was an undeniable testament to female inferiority!

But there was a voice in her head… A dumb stupid voice! Telling her to not believe anything she was told! Telling her that this was wrong! But… a much stronger pleasurable voice spoke out to her, telling her to let go of her smarty thoughts and to give in completely! To accept that she was just a worthless piece of trash compared to superior males! Only then would she knew true happiness as a dull witted bimbo.

“Twilight?” Spike asked again, even though several seconds had past, to Twilight it felt like several hours. “Is everything alright?”

“Of course!!!! Maaasstttter!” Twilight said suddenly, followed by a loud giggle. “Everything is fine when there’s a hot hunk of a man near me, teehee!”

“Ummmm, ok…….?” Spike said, unsurely. “I’m going to untie you now… you aren’t going to try and escape, are you?”

“Of course not!” Twilight said with the same odd giggle as Spike worriedly attempted to untie the alicorn’s binds. “I’m right where I belong!” With the mare finally free from her binds, she happily crawled down from the bed, where she sat on her knees, staring at Spike with calm empty eyes, waiting to be told what to do like a good little mare.

“Alright then,” Spike said swiftly, hopping off the bed and strolling to his bookshelf. Twilight made sure to intently follow his every step crawling with her head held low on the floor.

“Ummm, To Kill A Mocking Gryphon! This was one of your favorite stories! A bit gory at the end, but it seems like the perfect place to start your trip back to being normal!” Spike announced, grabbing the book from the shelf and flipping open to a random page before thrusting the novel in Twilight’s confused face. “Here! Read!” He ordered.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh….” Twilight said dully, looking at the pages with a blank stare. She tried her hardest to do what she was ordered to do, but the words on the pages just seemed to jumble together, blurring on the paper, making her brain hurt! “Mtjdteklx…ferlpd?” Twilight guessed hopefully. “Ohhhh, hehe! This one kinda looks like a penis!”

“That’s just the letter D, Twilight…” Spike said with growing apprehensions.

“Mmmm, D….D…. Dick! Hehe! Dickydicky dick dick! It sounds funny! Diccccccckkkkkk! Heehee!” Twilight rambled in a tangent as her hands carelessly dropped the book to the floor. “Dicks dicks dicks! I’m hungry for dicks!!”

“Ok…….” Spike sighed, pulling Twilight over from the bookshelf. “M-maybe we’ll work our way up to reading later…”

“Yay!” Twilight chirped, clapping her hands joyfully.

“Maybe we can just… talk! Yeah, let’s just have a normal conversation just like we used to!” Spike announced. It was a simple pleasure in life, conversing with his roommate, one he missed greatly.

“Ummmm, ok!” Twilight said happily with growing excitement. “Do you want to know how many dicks I found I could fit in my mouth at the same time?!?”

“…About something other than sex! Seriously!” Spike added.

“Oh…” Twilight said sadly at her dumb mistake, it was entirely her fault after all. “Ummmm, does foreplay count as sex?”

Spikes eyes glared down onto her in frustration and Twilight couldn’t escape the nagging sensation she was annoying her master!!!! Oh no! And if she was, he probably wasn’t going to have sex with her anytime soon!! This was bad!! She hated herself for her own stupidly, banging her hands against her foreheads. “Stupid stupid Twilight!!” She scolded herself. She wasn’t fit to be in the same room with such a smart and handsome man like her master!!

“Calm down, Twilight!” Spike said, grabbing the mare’s wrists to prevent herself from further hitting herself. Twilight immediately complied without the smallest bit of hesitation.

“Mmmmm, ok!” Twilight moaned feeling the warmth of the dragon near her naked body.

“Uggggg, never mind! Just stay there!” Spike ordered, lost as all hell at how the mare was acting.

“Mmmmm, ok,” Twilight repeated as she resumed her idle pose on her knees.

As Spike stared though, he couldn’t help but notice how, even though she was talking, her eyes appeared dull and lifeless! How could he have been so blind?! This wasn’t Twilight anymore! The curious and fun loving Twilight he knew and loved was somehow gone! Replaced by this hollow… thing! This wasn’t even a mare! The only thing this happened to be was a nightmare!!

“Sweet Celestia… what have I done…” Spike breathed, collapsing onto his bed, throwing his hands to his face. “Stupid stupid, Spike. You really screwed up this time…” Placing that thing around her head without even knowing exactly what it did? What was he thinking?! And it was inside her now, he couldn’t just take it off! To make matters worse, he distinctly remembered Blueblood saying he did not know how to remove the spell yet! That he would cross that bridge when the changeling matter was completely dealt with!!

Sppppiiiiikkkkkkeeeee…

A voice called out to him, so faint it sounded like a whisper, any quieter and he wouldn’t have heard it. His ears perked up as he jumped up from his positon on the bed and he looked straight at the purple alicorn.

Gettttt Chrysalisss…. Pleaseee…. I-I… can’t hold it off…. much….. longer…..

“Twilight?! TWILIGHT!?!” Spike yelled, jumping off the bed and grasping the mare by the shoulders. “Are you still in there?!”

“Wha?” Twilight said, utterly confused again, like normal. “I didn’t say anything, master!” She said with another giggle before adding. “Oppsie! Silly eyes! Why are you crying?”

Spike was dumbstruck as he watched the mare carelessly wipe her tears away before staring back up at him with her strange lifeless eyes…

What was he going to do?