This is a bad end, leading on from when White first made Courage into Red.

"None of them are alive, none of them feel… anything." Courage felt that ice, White's ice, spreading through her being. It calmed her, it soothed her, it stole her hope. She was slack now, laying there, letting White rub and nuzzle her soul clean. A flash of memory came, just the slightest bit. As her features faded into relaxed and calm facade, she felt the corners of her mouth getting tight, of her eyes wanting to close. The memory jolted her, gave Courage a slight hint of pain that was the only real feeling she had left in the void of her soul.

She tried to open her mouth, to scream, to moan, to express any of the fading emotions still within, but before she could White leaned down and kissed her. Her snout sealed under his touch, nose and mouth both. Her eyes tried to widen, tried to express the fear and terror that was slowly seeping out of her and into White, but she couldn't resist the need to close them. Her body was sealed, she was trapped inside and couldn't feel anymore.

"Now you are my mare, Red, everything is gone, your sight, your words, your taste… your pleasure." White rubbed under the mare's red tail, stroking her featureless back-end, proving to Courage that she didn't have a gender anymore, nor even an anus. "Mine."

The one word became Courage's world. There was no feeling attached to it, nor anything. She just knew deep inside, that she belonged to that voice.

"Follow me, Red."

It wasn't her name… or was it? Red got to her hooves and tilted her head, swiveling her ears to listen for the soft footsteps of Him. She walked after the noise, trotted along in the wake of the steps, but then more steps started to confuse her. Red turned her head and ears, but there was movement all around. She took a step to what she thought was Him, and became part of the milling, lost ponies.

"Perfect." White was far enough from his creations that they didn't hear his whisper. "So tasty, I wonder what her destiny was, to be this sweet?"

Time was hard for Red to follow. She walked around, seeking out a hint of her master's voice, of his steps, but whenever she sought out the movement she heard, all she found were other ponies. The emptiness within was odd, it was hollowness, but she couldn't even feel hollow—it ate even that.

Walking, she bumped into another pony, and was about to turn to track another set of hoofsteps when she heard a slight exhalation of air. It was Him. Red's head wobbled as she sought the name for the stallion. White. She recoiled a little, and he was already gone. But there was something inside her. Lust, which was drawn away quickly by the void. Devotion, which faded too. But for some reason desire stayed, she wanted.

Walking around again, now with a little more purpose, Red bumped another pony again, but this time she felt a slight hint of worry/desperation/need flow inwards. If she still had eyes, they would have widened. The void inside didn't consume these new sensations, it seemed to be unable to. Now Red had more desire, she was hungry for more sensations and almost chased hoofsteps, bumping into pony after pony, tasting such little sips of emotion each time, but now they were hers—Red wanted more.

An eternity passed. It wasn't like Red was counting, but she remembered each and every pony she bumped, remembered too each dribble of emotions they felt. She wasn't just playing a game, this was her world, right up until she bumped into Him again.

White stumbled backwards as he felt a chill sucking at him, he looked around at the blind and dumb ponies around, then spotted the one whose faceless head actually seemed to pull into a slight, mouthless smile. "Red?"

Red practically pounced at the voice, landing on White and drank until the shocked stallion knocked her away. She turned her head left and right, not so much listening for him, as tasting the emotions of ponies around her.

"What… what happened to you?" White backed away from Red, bumping empty ponies out of his way. "I wondered why they weren't giving anything recently…" Coming to a conclusion, White let go of his restraint and stretched out.

Glaring down at what should have been an emotionless husk of a pony, White realized he would need to kill Red. Building up his magic, White started to cast it out at the red pony.

The odd new sight startled Red. She looked up, her new vision, that saw emotions, spotted the big threads of magic-wrapped emotions. The maw inside her opened, latched on to one and tried to feed. If she still had a mouth she would have spat, the magic made the emotions inedible, tasteless, but that thread seemed to die as she sucked at it.

Again and again White cast his webs out, trying to trap Red in the bindings that would kill her, but each time they came close she dispelled them, draining the very energy away from the spell-web. "What are you doing?"

Red walked toward the huge creature she could see, draining away the webs before they could bind her. She didn't think she was getting any energy from the webs, but that didn't mean they weren't affecting her. Each one made her body start to bloat a little more, legs growing longer, stronger.

White cast another web and froze, the pony was now looking more and more arachnid, more and more like him. He yanked back on his magic, trying to pull the spell from her grip before she could devour it, but to White's shock she lifted a long, pointed leg up and gripped the rope-like magic.

Pain lanced through Red's body as new limbs shoved violently out. She trembled in shock, relishing even such negative emotions. But there was more, more to drink, more to devour, more to take. She charged forward, blind face seeing the other spider-demon.

"Stop!" White tried to pull away from Red, but the other demon was bigger than him now. He desperately tried to slink away, but even as he felt fear of what he had made, it was pulled away from him. Staring up at Red, White whimpered softly, even his fear proving to be food for her.

Silently, Red wrestled White onto his back, restraining his claws simply by bracing each with her own. Leaning in, she touched her blank snout gently to his neck. A tremble of pleasure ran through her, a new hunger growing. Slamming her body down against the other demon's, Red didn't even know what she was searching for, but she really wanted to find it.

He had everything she wanted, everything. Red pressed hard, her abdomen rubbing against the other demon's. She turned her head as one of his legs managed to connect with her. She had no idea how she did it, it was instinctive to lash out at it.

White's leg was pinned to the ground by a web-spell. He turned his equine head and stared at the glowing red mass of magic. Terror filled him, this surely couldn't be happening to him, or so he hoped. As the big red spider-demon rubbed against him, White felt his body respond against his will. He whimpered as his shaft slid free, fat and thick, the organ didn't have far to travel before it found a home inside Red's body. The pleasure was amazing, White felt more complete than he had in a millennium, but then it started to swirl away from him.

Red drank down the pleasure, her own spiking in response to being filled. She ground her body down again and again, claiming every inch White had to offer. A spark of terror washed into her from the creature under her, it was delicious. Heat started to grow inside Red, her body trembled as the white demon under her peaked. She took everything he had, seed, pleasure, and more.

He stared up at the demoness above him, White was in awe. "You are perfect…" He meant the words, she was everything now, she had all his emotions, all his feelings, and still she drank. He felt himself shrinking down, reducing and growing smaller, but she kept drinking. When the world around him was merely Red's shadow, White worshiped her, but she kept drinking. As his vision narrowed, his snout sealing up, White knew and accepted his fate, but she kept drinking.

Shaking her body, Red straightened up off the empty creature under her. One of the pony's limbs were still restrained under her own webbing, so she leaned down and drank the magic back up. The empty pony had the slightest glow through him, terror and panic all gone, he only tasted of acceptance now. She certainly liked the taste of that.

White was herded, prodded along. He couldn't see, he couldn't speak, but he didn't care—She was watching over him. He squirmed a little, trotting along when he heard the sounds of other hooves, other ponies like him.

Red watched the former master of the plane trot back with the ponies, her vision restricted to only seeing emotions. She had plans, already flowing into intricate patterns in her head. She began to weave spells, webs, wrapping them around the town, covering everything in them, even her little ponies. But her little pets would not trigger the spells, their emotions were weak, muted. These webs would tangle and catch much more tasty targets.

She worked and worked, building her webs both where she knew she came from the lower Circle, and where she could instinctively feel that things would come from the higher one. Gathering herself in White's house, she would not shrink herself down, as Red remembered White had done, not while she had her young growing.

Crouching down, drinking lightly from her ponies, Red waited. She waited, and waited.

"Hey, stallion of my dreams? Are you in this hole or have you gone up already?" Corignis stood up from where she appeared and cursed. "What the hell is that?" She looked at where her leg seemed to burn a little, something touching it, something she couldn't see.

Red was instantly aware and awake. She felt the tug in one of her webs, felt where it trailed off into the town, felt the moment something contacted it. Happiness was a new emotion, but she felt it all the same.

The more Corignis moved, the more the webs wrapped and pulled around her. Her wings were snared, as was the first leg she had felt get trapped. "Hey, call off the spells, I don't…" She tried to focus on the anger she should be feeling toward her situation, but almost as quick as she could summon it, it faded. "What the—"

Spotting the glowing red fire of anger and demonic energies, Red surged forward and pulled on her webs.

Corignis felt her trapped leg suddenly pulled upwards and to the side, her wings dragged the opposite way. "Hey, enough of this…" She called flames, circling herself in them, wrapping them around her body, but while they did seem to weaken the bonds, she still felt that hollowing feeling. Then she spotted the huge red pony-spider. "Oh buck this, my little colt is probably trapped here somewhere by that thing."

Red bounced to the side when a gush of fire streamed at her. She bounced and pulled on her damaged webs again, hurling more at the struggling demon. White-hot rage boiled in the creature, and while Red drank it as fast as she could, there always seemed to be more.

Despite the draining, Corignis was building her rage nicely, she was a demon after all. Turning her gaze at the huge spider, she rushed forward. Hooves pounding, Corignis ripped through web after web, her rage consuming all caution. As she neared the spider, mere feet away, something seemed to suddenly grab her, twisting around her body.

Skittering forward, Red pulled her webs, tightening the magic around the demon. She finally got close enough to the thrashing succubus and reached out one limb, gently touching her flank. Red would have screamed in bliss, if she had a mouth, as it was she trembled in delight. She drank rage.

Corignis' eyes focused down to pin-points. She was trussed up in magical webbing now, and looked down to her back-leg where the big spider had touched her. She was calm, relaxed, watching as the fur around its touch started to turn blue.

Red moved closer, reaching down with a second limb, touching the demon on the back. Suckling her captive's emotions away, Red fed deeply and fully, tasting the demoness' feelings and destiny slipping slowly into her.

The blue slipped over Corignis, and she watched dispassionately as it covered her body, sealing over her groin, stealing her wings. She felt the cool touch flow up her neck, as a divine relaxation filled her mind. Corignis closed her eyes, smiled as her lips and nose sealed. The last shred of her emotion and destiny was swallowed and she was at peace.

Standing back up, over her newest pony, Red felt a quickening inside her. Pressure grew in her body, her being sang just one song: "pregnant."

Releasing her newest addition to the pony village, Red reset her webs and scurried back to the house. Settling inside, she instinctively started spinning even more magic into a huge ball. Pressing her abdomen to the side of the ball, Red felt the first eggs start to slip from her body.

Author's Notes:

Not the end, just what might have been if she wasn't quite as careful as she should have been. Courage is no more, Queen Red rules the Circle of Heresy, soon with her swarm of foul-foals.

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Whoa, a question for Corignis? I best handle that one!

Corignis, do you have any new plans now you have a soul?

"Don't, talk, to me, about, souls!" Corignis snarled the last loudly, scaring a few mono-colored ponies nearby. "I swear, if I don't get a pint of semen in me in the next ten minutes, there will be a buckin'..." The demoness blinked. "Oh come on, I can't even swear properly now? This is bucked in the bucking head!"

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So I do this "Ask x" thing, x can be any pony within the story. You can ask them anything and I they will definitely hopefully reply. Keep the questions appropriate to the age-rating of the stories and of course, I they will answer the best question(s) in the author notes of the next chapter. The more votes a comment has the more likely I will get it to the right pony to answer, try and keep it to one answer per post! I They will pick one question per chapter. (note, the commissioner will answer questions in the comments, since this is their OC)

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