Blind Challenge 19

Princess Twilight stumbles across 'Archmage' and proceeds to read what's inside...

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Twilight frowned at the disgusting piece of literature before her. "Remind me again," She muttered. "What the -actual- fuck this is?"

"I told you, Twilight." Spike rolled his eyes and picked the thin pamphlet of paper up. "It's an enchanted comic. You remember when that one comic pulled the seven of us into it, and we all got super powers?"

"Oh. This is one of those." Twilight sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Spike, I don't have the time to get into one of these right now..."

"Trust me, Twilight." Spike grinned as he waved the comic in front of her face. "You're going to want to read this."

"Fine." She sighed, gripping the comic with a resigned sigh. The cover, she saw, was actually a picture of herself. "Erm, Spike, why am I in a comic?"

"You see," Spike flicked the comic with a miniature claw. "There's this pony in Trottingham who started writing stories about you when you became the princess. He's actually got quite the following, but one of his fans decided to turn his story into a comic. Enough ponies got behind it that that enchanted comic store decided to make one of them interactive. Trust me, Twilight. You're gonna want to get into this comic."

"So, you mean to tell me..." Twilight rubbed the bridge of her nose once more. "Somepony in Trottingham wrote a story about me becoming a princess, and that story was made into a comic, and then that comic was enchanted so other ponies could experience it?"

"Exactly!" Spike beamed and turned away promptly. "I'll leave you to it, Twilight. Trust me, you're gonna want some alone time with that one."

"Hmm." Twilight had to admit, the enchanted comics were actually pretty neat. If only they could be used for real books, and not comics. Still, she didn't even know somepony had written stories about her. It would be intriguing to read, or experience as it were, her life from somepony else's view. Spike, old as he was getting, was actually starting to develop some pretty interesting tastes as far as literature was concerned. She could trust him to recommend something she'd at least moderately enjoy. And let's face it, she needed a break from the past few weeks of mindless princesshood. So, with a slightly entertained smile, she opened the cover of the comic and took the dive...

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"Okay, so, this is somewhere in Canterlot, I'm guessing." Twilight mumbled, looking around the dimly-lit city. The mountains and buildings certainly seemed Canterlot-esque. She knew nothing of this world, the world Spike had thrown her into. But it looked strikingly close to home... That is, until she saw the scarred mountainside.

"Woah... What is that?" The neighboring mountain beside Canterlot had a massive crater in it, and even from here Twilight could tell it was from some impressive feat of magic. She was just about to spread her wings to go and investigate when something stopped her.

"A-Archmage?" Twilight tucked her wings back against her sides and looked at the pony who had just spoken. They appeared to be a guard, from their armor and spear.

"What did you just call me?" She said, arching an eyebrow inquisitively. The guard shifted a little, his eyes flickering from Twilight to her wings.

"Archmage... Did you... Did you cast a spell to give yourself wings or something? What are you doing outside of the palace? I'm... I'm very confused..." The guard shifted a little, obviously discomforted by her presence.

"Give myself wings?" Twilight glanced back at her alicorn endowment. "I've... Always been like this. And I'm not the... The... What did you say? Ark-mage?"

"Arch." The guard corrected, now regarding her very suspiciously. "Arch-mage. How can you not even pronounce your name properly? Hang on..." Cautiously, the guard stepped back, lowering his spear at her. "Anypony knows how to pronounce the Archmage's title... Anypony who lives in Equestria, that is!"

"What? What are you-"

"Silence, fiend! You must be a changeling! However you managed to get through the shields is beyond me, but I'll see to it the guard arrests you! Guard! I require assistance!" Twilight's heart began to pound against her chest as more and more guards appeared from the side-streets and alleyways. Before she knew it, Twilight was ringed by two dozen additional guards, some of them with glowing horns, and others hovering above her with powerful flaps of their wings.

"Shields? Changelings? What the hay is going on here?!" Twilight turned around, watching more and more guards surround her. "Spike, this book is getting more and more strange... So help me..."

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Twilight was very unceremoniously arrested and escorted to the palace. She went with no small amount of anger, however. She would often murmur 'oh just you wait until Celestia hears about this,' or 'wait until I speak with Luna' as the guards poked and prodded her along. Then again, she was in a different world now, one where she clearly wasn't in control... Whatever this damnable author had devised, she wasn't enjoying it.

The palace loomed up in sight, and she was pushed through the doors into the throne room. Even this late at night, it seemed, the princesses were awake. Odd, Celestia should have been asleep at this time. Instead, she stood on the dias above Twilight, next to Luna, and somepony else... Somepony hauntingly familiar.

Somepony who looked a lot like herself.

"Okay, this is weird." Twilight sighed, looking at what was, effectively, a mirror copy of herself. "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The double strode forward with a serious look on her face. Twilight noticed she didn't have any wings. "I'm the Archmage. Who are you." It wasn't a statement or a question, but rather a demand. Twilight swallowed at the threatening air in the room right now. Clearly, she couldn't count on Celestia or Luna now. There was a double of herself in this world, one who appeared to be in a position of standing with the princesses. Whoever the Archmage was, this Twilight appeared to have taken the position, and worked closely with the princesses. Twilight was on her own now.

"I'm... Well, I think I'm you."

"You're me."

"Right."

"And you're here,"

"Eer, yes."

"Standing in front of... Me."

"... Yes."

"Twilight," Luna interjected, a worried frown crossing her face. "Who is this pony? Why do they claim to be you? They have wings; they clearly aren't you..."

"That's what I'm wondering." The impostor Twilight frowned at the real Twilight, her eyes flickering up and down for a few moments. "You're not a changeling, since you seemed to have gotten through the shields..."

"I keep hearing ponies mention shields." Twilight frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"The shields protecting Canterlot." Twilight said, very matter-of-factly.

"That's impossible... The only shield that's ever protected Canterlot was during Shining Armor's wedding..."

"Well there are shields." The impostor rolled her eyes. "You're clearly a very poor infiltrator using a disguise. Well, pardon me while I dispel your flimsy little spell." Her horn began to glow with a dense aura, and Twilight gasped as she felt a shockwave of energy pass over her.

"That's odd." Luna interjected. "She should have dissipated..."

"She should have..." The impostor frowned as the glow died down, and with it went the tingling sensation. The real Twilight shuddered and began to slowly back away, her heart now thundering against her chest. That magic had been very real and very dangerous. Twilight could easily die if she wasn't careful here... Or maybe she'd just get ejected out of the comic? She didn't know. And not knowing frightened her. She began to whimper softly, and back away from the three imposing ponies in front of her.

"This is very intriguing," Celestia yawned. "But I'm afraid I must sleep... Some of us have to monitor a kingdom tomorrow." Very unceremoniously, Celestia stood and left.

"Good night, sister." Luna said, still focused on the real Twilight. Celestia left them alone in the throne room, just the real Twilight, this impostor, and Luna...

"I wonder," The impostor muttered. "If she's not using an illusion spell, maybe she's actually me?"

"What, like, from a different world or realm?" Luna asked, seemingly shocked at the implication. After a few moments, though, her expression began to soften. "It's a possibility... But there's only one way to find out."

"How's that?" The impostor asked, settling on her haunches. Twilight still felt very out-matched here... They were using a brand of magic she was completely unfamiliar with. She was way out of her league here.

"Well," Luna began to pace around Twilight, her gaze very pointedly sliding over Twilight's body. "We could determine any discrepancies between her and yourself. Outstanding physical features, magical capability, that sort of thing..."

"And if all else fails?" The impostor asked.

"Well... There's a verification spell..." Luna tapped her hoof to her lip. "But it requires the subject to be extremely physically exhausted."

"Oh. OH!" The impostor perked up with a grin. Her hoof rose to pendant she wore around her neck, previously unnoticed by the real Twilight. It seemed Luna had a matching one. Looks were exchanged between the two other ponies, and unless Twilight was mistaken, something was being hinted at... Something she wasn't privy to, but might very well be subject to before the night was out.

"I don't... Understand..." Twilight whimpered. "What are you two talking about?"

"We're going to cast a spell on you." Luna said very simply. "One that requires you to be exhausted. So, we're going to tire you out. The only way we know how."

Secretly, Twilight hoped it was advanced calisthenics. Realistically, it was bound to be something else. Something that likely involved the heady, musky scent wafting past her nose right now.

"We're... Going to have sex, aren't we?" Twilight whimpered. The Impostor and Luna both nodded and advanced upon her.

Some part of Twilight resigned to her fate.

But the larger part of her wanted to twist Spike's ugly little head off his shoulders.

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Before she knew it, Twilight was in a bedroom. The whole thing was lavishly appointed, and very warm, of course... The air of hostility around the three ponies seemed to have dissipated, replaced instead with a different sort of tension. Tension that was about to be relieved, it seemed. Luna and the impostor clearly had a relationship. They began talking about very dirty and pointed topics, recounting exploits the two of them had indulged in over the past few years or months. However long it had been, the two of them were very clearly involved, and Twilight was their new plaything for the night.

"I've always wanted to have two of you." Luna breathed, pressing close against Twilight's rump. she swallowed hard as the princess began rubbing her hooves along Twilight's flanks. Meanwhile, the impostor moved close to Twilight's face, panting as she planted hot, wet kisses all along Twilight's neck and jaw.

"Just remember... I'm the one with the necklace and the wings."

"Yes, please remember that." Twilight groaned. As much as she was upset at Spike for sending her here, she was beginning to enjoy the two skilled ponies' attentions. Mysterious magic and strange innuendo aside, Twilight might actually enjoy herself here...

"Why's that?" Luna quipped, her hot breath washing over places it ought not to be washing just then. Twilight shuddered and shook her head.

"Another explanation for another time... Just please... Don't stop?"

"She wants it," The impostor groaned, suckling on Twilight's neck now.

"And who would we be to deny her?"

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"Hah!" Spike's derisive snort of laughter shook Twilight out of her reverie. She blinked unevenly and lifted her weary head to look at the dragon. She was grinning pointedly at her. "I told you you'd enjoy it."

"Am I... Covered in cum?" Twilight asked, lifting a hoof.

"You are indeed." Spike lifted the enchanted comic out of the goop around her. THe pages were sticky. "How do you feel about another round?" He asked, flipping the first page open. Twilight perked up.

"Together?"