Fire smouldered into dying ashes. Ruined crystal littered the earth. A broken table with a map of Equestria depicted on its surface laid upturned and shattered.

Oleander felt the dark magic seeping back into her veins, her horn's light slowly dying. She surveyed the surroundings, intent on finding her opponent. Her foreleg carried a nasty gash, her chest too, but with a simple spell she was already in the process of mending each of her wounds, sinew stitching itself back together and making her body whole.

She couldn't see Twilight Sparkle anywhere. She could only hope that she hadn't killed her.

A creature's magic died with their body. Once she was gone, Twilight would be of no use to her, and the whole quest of setting out to find her, the fight that had nearly obliterated both of them, it would all have been in vain. Oleander was too determined to let such a thing to happen. She ignored her exhaustion, knowing that relying on her magic too much altered her state of mind, but past caring.

The tattered ruins of Twilight's castle were a sight to behold. The structure still stood, barely, but a blast from Twilight herself had leveled almost the entirety of the bottom floor, and Oleander had barely managed to teleport out of the way in time. She'd considered this newer breed of unicorns to be weak before, but underestimating Twilight had almost cost her her life.

So it was that she'd hit her with everything she had, the most powerful eldritch incantations in her arsenal—words taken directly from fhtng's cursed pages, words she'd memorised for use as a last resort only.

Though it might have been that she hit her too hard. Oleander scried the surroundings with her horn, attempting to locate the alicorn, and produced a faint gasp as she detected a life signal beneath a ton of crystal wreckage. So she did survive, tough little thing. She was going to wish she hadn't.

"Twilight..." Oleander couldn't help but grin, the word leaving her lips with a light musicality. She ignored her pain, the way her head throbbed from the energy she'd already exerted, levitating the remains of a crystal wall off of Twilight. "Oh, if only you'd listened when I came to you, instead of refusing me so hastily! You know I'm going to have to make you pay for that, don't you?"

She couldn't see it yet, but Oleander could sense that Twilight was conscious, that she was well aware of every word that drifted from her lips. The wall proved to be tricky to keep aloft, so she pushed out roots and tendrils from the scorched ground to shove it over to the side. It crashed against the floor with a loud bang, almost as loud as the panicked, shouting ponies running from the immediate area.

There was something rather invigorating about causing such a fuss, it almost made all of the effort worth it. But reactions weren't what she came here for, power was. She sauntered over to Twilight, cut and pained, her chest heaving. She had a gash running from her forehead to her cheek, one that had luckily managed to miss her eye, and a collection of already yellowing bruises on her belly from the force of an earlier magical barrage.

Oleander cast a simple spell, and Twilight began to stabilise. From what she understood, healing magic wasn't as easy to simple-minded Equestrians, yet with her arsenal of spells, she could carry on going on and on rejuvenating her body. And she needed—no, wanted Twilight fully lucid for what came next, what followed her defiance.

To her credit, Twilight didn't look scared. She faced Oleander with a wolfish snarl, her eyes narrow and her pupils shrunk. "You know you won't get away with this," she spat, disdain in her voice, painted across her face in broad strokes even as her cuts were washed away. "Princess Celestia will find out, and then—"

"And then she will try and fail to do what you couldn't," Oleander replied smugly. "When I came to Equestria looking for power, I was drawn to the single strongest spellcaster in the entire country. The one called Discord was busy, apparently, so I was forced to settle for second best. Celestia is fourth on that list, after Starswirl."

"How... how do you know all of that? You're not a unicorn... I mean, not a unicorn like any I've seen, and—"

Oleander simply tapped her horn, smile growing to face-warping extents. Her mane floated with an ethereal presence, her eyes had more whites than they should've. "It's you that aren't a unicorn, Twilight. Not a real one, and I don't mean because of those wings on your back. You could have asked me all of these questions and more if you'd been welcoming, but no! You just had to opt to fight, didn't you?"

"You threatened to take my magic by force! I didn't want to fight you!" Twilight's voice shook, her hooves planted firmly against the ground. "And now my home's destroyed, my townsponies are scared out of their minds... and you haven't killed me yet. In fact, you healed me." Twilight raised an eyebrow, sputtering from the smoke rising all around them. "Why did you heal me?"

"Because I can't very well extract your magical essence if you're dead, can I? Besides, I have no intention of killing you. I'm not evil, whatever you may think." Oleander simply looked at the map table, and instantly, roots from the ground were taking it and manipulating it back together, wrapping around it and glowing an eerie green until it finally sat in one piece again. She levitated Twilight over to lay on top of it.

"Why couldn't I have just helped you? Why do you have to take my power away from me?"

Oleander sighed. What came next was going to be difficult. It had been before, and it would be again, yet for some reason, the idea of doing it to this one... there was something else there, something that told her this one deserved it for how they'd acted, that she'd enjoy the process more than she might've otherwise. "I have to take it because the power I use—as you've seen—is far beyond your comprehension. It's forbidden, secret. Only I know of its ways, and I cannot share. I tried to tell you this earlier, but you dismissed my abilities as monstrous."

"You killed and reanimated a frog in my throne room!" Twilight shouted hysterically, attempting to roll off of the table. Tentacles sprang to life instantly, rooting around her forelegs and holding her in place, another wrapping itself all the way around her horn from bottom to tip. For the first time, fear began to dawn on Twilight's face, as it rightly should've. Her tone was meeker than before, hollow. "Wh-what are you going to do to me? To take my magic, I mean?"

"There are a few methods. One involves torture and the removal of limbs, but I'm not at all fond of that. Very messy and painful," Oleander replied with a wave of her hoof as if she was talking about ways to best weed a garden. "The one I've grown most fond of is sexual transfers. I channel a spell through my body, concentrated in an appendage I give myself, and through doing so, I create a link with my victim that is maintained by proximity. When they're brought to orgasm, they feed their power directly to me, so long as the link isn't severed."

It took a few moments for it to dawn on Twilight what exactly Oleander was getting at. "You're... you're planning to have sex with me? While I'm all tied up on this damn table?"

Oleander tilted her head as if what Twilight had just said was utterly ludicrous. "It's not what I'm planning to do, it's what I'm going to do."

"And what if I don't want you to have sex with me?!" Twilight huffed, struggling against the restraints to little effect, save managing to make her fetlocks ache.

"Then it'll be rape," Oleander stated matter of factly. "Usually, I would say that this hurts me too, but I really don't think that's true in this case. Maybe it's the fact you attempted to kill me not five minutes ago, maybe I've got a thing for second-class unicorns, who knows, but I think I'm going to enjoy this one..." She took a menacing step forwards, Twilight trying oh-so-desperately to wriggle away. "So I'm not going to gag you, I'm afraid."

There was something in Twilight's eyes beyond fear. It was hatred, burning and fierce. Oleander wondered if it was something she'd felt often in the past. "You're twisted, you know that? I don't know what kind of magic you're using, but it's turned you into a monster. Heck, maybe you were born that way! But you honestly think that you can just violate me like that, and talk about it so calmly?!" Her breath was coming in shallow pants, it was dawning on her that this was really happening.

And Oleander's breath was quickening too, but for an entirely different reason. She pulled Twilight's tail to the side, and found her to be entirely dry downstairs. No surprise, but something a little manipulation couldn't fix. Twilight thrashed and kicked her legs, but another pair of tendrils quickly grabbed them, keeping them suspended. She had a supple little body, ripe for exploration, and Oleander couldn't help but feel that she'd enjoy doing this even if she didn't need to, that it all would have been worth it if only to hear her pained grunts, her cries of reluctant pleasure, her screams...

And the first was about to sound out. She lowered her head, lips caressing the fur of Twilight's lower belly. She was sure to be gentle at first, she wanted to be able to shock her later. "I'm not going to enjoy this," Twilight panted, her body completely tensed, struggling against the vines to cross her legs, failing all the while. "You might be able to force me to lay here and take it, but I'll hate it every step of the way. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction that you need."

"I'll break you eventually," Oleander winked, and with that she lowered her head, taking a long, slurping lick against Twilight's dry folds. To her credit, Twilight didn't move save the increasing rigidity of her body, and Oleander took that as a challenge. She began to lick faster at her folds, moistening them with her tongue and softly making out with her labia, pushing her way between them but being sure not to go so far as to penetrate just yet.

She worked her way up her unwilling partner in slow, fluid motions even as Twilight tried her hardest not to react, but from the moment Oleander made contact with her clit, she saw the results first hoof, the way she shook and shivered and the small squeak that escaped her lips despite her best attempts to keep it contained.

She might not have wanted it, but Oleander would make her enjoy it. She pressed her muzzle down harder against her prey, taking Twilight's clit between her teeth and softly rubbing it back and forth. Twilight huffed, making sure not to let out a moan, but while she might have not forgotten her situation, her captivity, Oleander knew that these sensations were impossible to dislike, that beneath everything, there was some innate part of this unicorn that appreciated the tongue so diligently lapping at her.

And when she finally lowered herself to Twilight's entrance once more, she tasted proof. Twilight had quickly began to self-lubricate, almost too quickly for someone in her situation. She tasted of cherry and moonlight, if such a thing had a taste. Oleander pulled back, inadvertently giving her a moment to calm her body, looking Twilight in the face. "Do you often have fantasies about being raped?"

"Wh-no! Of course not!" Twilight looked at her as if she was utterly insane, and Oleander believed her. Still, it didn't explain her excitement. "Are you a virgin?"

Twilight didn't respond, and in an instant, Oleander knew that to be the case. So, that was why she was so easy to get worked up. If anything, it only made the prospect of fucking her, of making this difficult little bitch subservient to her, all the more enticing. "And you like it when mares eat at your little pussy, yes? Is that something your virgin mind has ever dreamt of?"

It took her a few moments to weather her pants, her hysteria, but Twilight managed a choked out reply. "I like stallions... I don't want to be with a mare, I don't want to be with you, I don't want any of this..."

“Really?” Oleander sneered, taking a small measure of her fluids on a hoof and bringing them up to Twilight’s face for inspection. “What’s this then? A testament to how much you dislike being tongue fucked, I’m sure?”

“I-it doesn’t mean anything, it—mff!” Oleander cut Twilight off by shoving her hoof against her lips, roughly and without warning, forcing her to taste herself. She breathed in the sweet aroma of her own arousal, but if she’d reacted to it at all, it had escaped Oleander, mainly because she was already back to work on Twilight’s body. She tugged at the fur of her hind legs with her teeth, she licked more aggressively, her tongue rougher than it had been before, and revelled in the noises that Twilight continued to make as she struggled against her.

But she was being too nice, surely. With a light bite against her clit, rolling the sensitive flesh between her teeth and drawing an elongated whine from Twilight, she finally pulled back, focussing on the first of two important spells.

With it, she brought about an appendage that looked entirely natural on her, if it wasn’t for the dark, shadowy magic with which it formed. By the time she was finished, it looked as if she’d had the long, thick cock for all of her life. The colours matched her coat, the width was proportionate to her body, and it swung about just like any stallion’s might have.

Twilight was watching that same pendulous swing. Whether out of shock, fear, or some secret intrigue, Oleander wasn’t sure, nor did she care. Perhaps it would be pleasant if it was all of the above. She remained silent, no protest, no fight just yet, but she’d surely get over the initial surprise soon, become an issue again.

So Oleander placed the second spell while she still had a moment of silence. It was a spiritual link between her and Twilight, it joined them, made their magical essences intermix and attempt to congeal. The transfer would occur at her orgasm, Oleander knew, but while Twilight was already somewhat worked up, her new stallion parts hadn’t had any action yet. They weren’t even warmed up, let alone ready to fuck this bitch to climax.

“Seeing as I helped you earlier, Twilight, I feel it’s only fair that you return the favour...” Oleander looked down with a foreboding grin, one that told Twilight just what she’d be expected to do. Before she had a chance to respond, to refuse, Oleander teleported across the table, appearing over Twilight’s face.

“Bamf!” she sing-songed with glee, black and purple smoke dissipating all around her. She brought her forehooves up over either side of Twilight’s head, and with a rearrangement of the tentacles holding her in place, forced her to the edge of the table where she’d be able to reach her length. “Just a fair warning, Twilight! If you dare try to bite, I’ll knock out every last one of your teeth and replace them with ones that bite you instead!” She smiled sweetly, eyes closed, and when she reopened them, she received a nod from a disgusted looking Twilight.

“Let’s just get this over with,” Twilight hissed, not even bothering to try to pull at her restraints this time. Good, she was learning.

But not good enough. Twilight still thrashed and twitched when Oleander pushed the tip of her cock into her maw, forcing it open with sheer strength. The vibrations from her growls and the shaking of her body caused a pleasant buzz to strum across Oleander’s length, only exciting her more. Unlike how her pussy had been before, Twilight’s throat was wet and ripe for fucking, and Oleander quickly found herself hardening as she explored her victim’s mouth.

She pushed her length further in, the walls of Twilight’s throat tight and velvety around her, but she didn’t suck at Oldeander’s length or make any other attempt to please her, only tried to jerk her head away and keep her from invading too far. Oleander wasn’t about to be deprived of her new favourite toy. She held Twilight’s head in place with a spell of binding, fucking her throat like the wet, slippery tube it was, constricting and narrow against her tip every time she pushed through, making her gag and cough around the tip, which only sent the strongest, most rapturous feelings coursing through Oleander’s body.

Twilight was so fucking fun to use, she didn’t even realise! “You don’t know how much I’m enjoying this, how much I’m loving watching the tears seep from your eyes, the fact that even though you’ve got no choice in the matter, you’re still being such a good slut for me…” Oleander pushed Twilight’s head down, all but impaling her on her length before slowly bringing her up for a shallow breath.

It was all she allowed her before pushing her way back in. She was completely erect now, ready to fuck and pound the day away, and though Twilight was beginning to look exhausted, struggling for breath and wheezing between thrusts, she still pushed her hooves against the tendrils as best she could, as if she was hoping she’d have a chance to escape and make Oleander pay.

There was something especially cute about that, about her futile resistance. It only made Oleander want to play with her more, to push her and see how she might react. She pulled her cock out all at once. It felt amazing beyond belief to throat fuck her, but if anything, she was growing tired of not hearing her voice.

Another “Bamf!” and she was back on the other side of the table, back where she had began. She looked down over Twilight with the same domineering stare she’d carried earlier, waiting for her to return to some form of cognisance. “Fuck, that was good.” Oleander shook her head, clearing the thought, her cock still throbbing incessantly. “Suppose this is the part where you beg me not to fuck you, right?”

“I’m not going to beg,” Twilight snarled, her ears pinned back, tears flowing freely now. “I want you to look at me as you do this, to see what you’re doing and just how wrong it is, and I want you to remember it when you go to sleep at night, just like I’m going to, you evil bitch.”

Oleander’s voice dropped to a lustful purr, her eyes lidded. “Oh, I know I’m going to remember this, Twilight.” She put her hooves up on the table, using one to grab her stiffened cock and rub it against Twilight’s folds, moistening the tip slightly. “And I know you will too! After all…” She pressed her head against Twilight’s puckered asshole, forcing an ‘eep!’ from the mare below her. “How could you forget a pain like this?”

She forced the head of her cock inside before Twilight could even react. She was met with resistance, with a loud scream from Twilight even as she tried so hard to reject Oleander’s presence, to push her out, but she had no purchase, nothing on the table to use as leverage or shift out of the way. Try as she might, she was forced to succumb in the end, even if it hurt, even if she cried more and swore and bleated without restraint, the last of her composure failing.

All the while, Oleander didn’t concern herself with the screams. She focussed only on the intensely tight feeling of Twilight’s firm, supple ass, of the way it hugged her cock and gave so reluctantly to allow more of her inside. She pushed as hard as she could manage, filling her up to breaking point before finally halting and beginning to pull back.

The trembles of Twilight’s body were fucking delightful. Everything about the way she squirmed and groaned under her was so adorable, so sexy, and Oleander wanted to take full advantage of it. She pushed inside faster than before, aware that the more she went and with so little lube, it must have hurt intensely for Twilight. Her reactions only confirmed that theory, the way she cried out, and Oleander began to wonder just how long it would be before she finally was begging.

But she also wanted to trick the stupid, failed unicorn, to make her think that she did in fact want this, so she slowed down, almost against her own will. She began to push only halfway inside, rubbing against Twilight’s sensitive prostate, and with her repetitive brushes against the most sensitive area of her asshole, Twilight’s screams began to lose their intensity, becoming accompanied by a light mewl that she struggled and failed not to produce in earnest.

“Such a hungry little cockslut… you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Another thrust, another gasp from the mare that could do nothing, accompanied by Oleander’s own pants. “You like this so much, in fact, I’d hardly even call it rape… Listen to the way you moan for me! I bet you’d love it if I filled you up right now, finished in your little asshole and let it seep out all over your tail. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, princess? Would you enjoy getting dirty for me?” A harder push, and they were suddenly back to pain. “Don’t answer that, I know you would.”

Not that Twilight was in any position to argue. Her entire body seemed to be focussed on not reacting, on being as limp and despondent as possible, but the force and technique with which Oleander fucked her rendered that an impossibility, and as much as she hated to admit it, it was clear to both of them that through the discomfort, a good deal of pleasure was beginning to seep through.

“Who would have thought that the high and mighty Twilight enjoyed taking it up the ass so much? I suppose we are all animals at the end of the day…” Oleander rubbed at Twilight’s clit as she spoke, moving circles around the sensitive nub with her hoof, looking to send Twilight into pleasure overdrive.

Twilight seemed so confused now, as if she no longer understood what she did or didn’t want. Her brain must have been telling her how despicable this was, how deplorable an act, yet there must have also been so many synapses firing around her body sending her emotions and sensations so mixed and discordant that she could barely help but form a puddle in Oleander’s lap, her juices slick and spilling out in a non-stop stream of submission.

But she occasionally snapped to her senses. Her head would stop rolling back, her tongue would stop lolling, and she’d grit her teeth and try to push Oleander out again. The only problem she faced was that whenever she did that, she made it that much tighter for both of them, squeezing around her assailant’s cock and only making the feeling that much more prominent.

The routine was growing enticing for Oleander, so she decided to test Twilight further. Every time she squeezed, she’d rub at her pussy harder, being sure to maintain the dual sensations as best she could whilst still keeping a handle on her own libido. She could feel the pressure beginning to build inside her, but she was nowhere near bursting yet, she could still fuck this bitch seven ways to Sunday and have energy to spare.

Still, such an effort it was to keep a perfect rhythm that she began mixing it up, almost by flight of fancy. She’d find a movement she enjoyed and stick at it for a moment, but within an instant, she was pushing deeper, climbing further up the table if only to better access Twilight’s aching, gaping hole.

Twilight wouldn’t be able to handle it for much longer. It was clear that her chest was heaving more heavily than before, the breaths leaving her in heavy blasts that were concurrent with the seismic pump of Oleander’s shaft, that which blasted through her entire body and forced electricity to dance along her senses.

“Oh, is the poor little virgin going to cum already? And here I thought you weren’t going to give me the satisfaction!” She fucked faster, harder, realising that Twilight didn’t even react to the pain anymore, only panting harder, the adrenaline and building orgasm rushing through her so quickly that everything else became irrelevant. Still, her ears were perked, hinging on Oleander’s words. “You’re going to cum for me now. You’re going to do as you’re ordained, you filthy little whore, and you’re going to finish for me right now, and then we’ll finally be done warming up.” Twilight struggled, she seemed perched on the precipice, and Oleander couldn’t have that.

So she buried her cock as deep as it would possibly go. She wouldn’t be surprised if she caused Twilight to bleed a little with the force. She didn’t care. “You are going to cum for me this instant. Do you hear me, Twilight Sparkle? Now. Cum, you little whore, fucking cum.”

Maybe something had made Oleander a little more venomous than usual, but she’d be forgiven for not noticing what with how Twilight’s body shook and near spasmed with an impossible force, her body clenching immensely as she finally threw her head back as little as she could through the restraints, sighing in relief, a small sob mixed in. Her pussy squirted thick quantities of her juices onto Oleander’s chest and belly, and as the groan rolled from Twilight’s throat, some of it began to dribble down onto Oleander’s cock, which was still embedded in Twilight’s asshole.

Oleander watched with awe as in the small, fleeting moment of Twilight’s orgasm, she actually pushed her body forwards, taking as much of Oleander’s length as she could. It was only a transient thing, mixed with the scent of marecum and the feeling of heaven, but Oleander fucking adored the element of control she was beginning to exercise over this mare, even as she continued to vocally ride out her orgasm.

How the mighty have fallen, hmm?

Another sob sounded out. The pathetic little thing was crying, moaning, attempting to arch her back all at once as the last of her climax faded. Oleander would be forgiven for not noticing, however, if only for the feeling currently coursing its way through her own body. It wasn’t the buzz of near-orgasm from her flaring cock, which continued to stretch Twilight, nor was it the pant running through her chest, but the burn in her horn as Twilight’s power began to fill the mare.

The feeling was comparable to the invigoration that might come with a good night’s rest, timesed by a thousand. That, every single second. That was the rejuvenation, the growth that Oleander was experiencing as the elysian energy from Twilight’s body was funneled into her body. It was as pure as spring air, slowly being corrupted and morphed as it acclimated to Oleander’s natural essence.

And the thing that shocked her was that the well ran so deep! Her lips were parted, her horn beginning to physically hurt even as the new blanket of energy cooled her, made her muscles pop with respite and her breath calm. She drank from the water of Twilight’s magic until she couldn’t any longer, and when she finally felt as if she might burst if she took any more, she pulled out, pulling away.

She felt stronger than she ever had in her life, and she had the feeling that she hadn’t even touched a fraction of what Twilight had to offer. Every other creature she’d drained, that amount of time would have been enough to almost completely deplete them, but there Twilight was, looking more fatigued than usual, but still conscious, lucid, capable of magic.

Did she not realise her own strength? Did she not know how to utilise it fully? If she was really as strong as Oleander was beginning to sense, then she had made a grave miscalculation when cataloguing the powers of each Equestrian. She might have even been able to rival the one they called Discord.

With her full power, Oleander might have the strength to destroy the Devourer alone. All she knew was that if Twilight had either not held back or knew how to fight to her full extent, Oleander would be dead right now. Very, very dead.

It was a shock and a relief all in one, but she couldn’t let on to Twilight that she was so much stronger, it would completely upset the power dynamic. If she realised, she might cast a spell unlike anything Oleander had seen, she might destroy her on the spot.

Just take a second, breathe. Twilight was the helpless one here, that much was apparent. She had no clue what she could do, though she was looking up at Oleander with a vague curiosity now, her tears having abated, likely marvelling at the colours moving and shifting around her horn from the recent transfer.

And then she laughed, as if she was determined to act in defiance until the very end. “Was that it?” she teased, shaking from side to side under her prison. “I thought you were going to take all my magic! I barely feel any different.”

“Nice bravado. However…” Oleander simply placed her cock back against Twilight’s sore asshole, and she was already flinching and sucking in air through her teeth.

“No. Please not in there again. It’ll hurt too much.”

“That’s better.” Oleander pulled back a little, not for Twilight’s sake, but for her own. “Magical transfer is a gradual process,” she lied. “It’s performed over the series of multiple orgasms, not just one.”

“You didn’t make it sound that way earlier,” Twilight remarked, still shuddering all over.

“I never specified. Anyway, it should just now be occurring to you that this means exactly what you think it does. I’m going to need to use you again if I want to finish the job, and I doubt that just once more will do the trick, but it will have to suffice for now.”

Twilight’s breath caught, her eyes widening in fear. “How many times are you planning to do this to me?”

“As many as I find necessary.” Oleander smirked. “Maybe a few more after that, too. We’ll see how I feel.”

Twilight’s back rubbed against the table as she tried to shift upwards, little result. It was as if she’d forgotten about her horn. Maybe she’d just submitted to Oleander, believed her magic to be superior. She needed Twilight to keep thinking that. “You’re… you’re going to put that thing in me again, aren’t you?”

“Why, are you eager?” Oleander smiled, moving a little closer and beginning to rub the tip up and down Twilight’s slit, causing her breath to quicken.

“N-no, of course I’m not! I just… I just wanted to be—nghh—prepared.”

Oleander started rubbing faster, her voice taking a sweet tone. “Well, do you feel prepared just yet?”

Twilight’s voice was deadpan. “I don’t. Not at all.”

“Good enough for me.” With those words, Oleander began to slip inside Twilight again, this time pushing into her pussy, which while wet and tight, felt entirely dissimilar from her asshole.

The muscles in her pussy clenched and milked at her in a very disparate way to the motions of her ass, and while her walls were a little less tight, they were infinitely smoother, accompanying the glide of her cock so wondrously.

And then there were Twilight’s adorable little squeals, of enjoyment or pain Oleander didn’t know. Part of her imagined that by now, it might have been a bit of both. She’d only pushed a few inches of the way inside, she still had plenty to go, but she could feel the stretch of Twilight’s pussy as it attempted to accommodate her, straining and brushing in the most encompassing of ways, a perfect vice fit to be used and abused.

Oleander was sure she could continue standing completely still for at least a couple of minutes, simply admiring the feeling of Twilight on the inside, the way her pussy hugged and stroked without meaning to with every miniscule slide. It was a thing of beauty, something she’d never been able to utilise before, and it was evident in both her tightness and her body’s twitches. She was so sensitive that she reacted threefold to each of Oleander’s movements, though with no outlet, no place to go, she was forced to take it at whatever speed Oleander deemed her worthy to take it.

And she was enjoying teasing right now, pushing with little force, her pants betraying her enthusiasm though she tried to hide them. She was two thirds of the way inside her now, and it felt as if she might bottom out soon, Twilight’s tail desperately slapping against her hind legs from the feeling, her hooves moving with more strain as she attempted to react in any way that she might find possible.

But of course, she had no luck. There was nothing for her to do but submit now, even if she wished to fool herself into believing that she still had a chance of escape. It was cute, honestly, the way she struggled and writhed, and with each of her attempts, Oleander began to disregard her power. It didn’t matter, after all. Here, now, she was a helpless little failed unicorn ready to take a pounding.

As ready as she’d ever be, anyways, and Oleander wasn’t messing around anymore. She pushed forwards the rest of the way with a hardened thrust, pressing directly against Twilight’s cervix, the latter screaming out from the sudden contact that bulged in her belly and robbed her of her breath.

Oleander didn’t give her a chance to recover. There she was, laid out on the table for her like a buffet spread, and she was feeling rather gluttonous right then, ready to ravage her body until all that remained was a shrivelled memory of the resistance she once wore so proudly, of the fight she had to give. There’d be nothing left eventually, just a broken little slut that relied on this cock to feel anything anymore, and that was what she deserved for her actions, her defiance.

“Just think, Twilight…” Oleander spoke between thrusts, between breaths, stealing Twilight’s attention away from her efforts not to enjoy herself, not to give away more of herself to her assailant. “If you had been compliant in the beginning, if this had been a willing exchange, this wouldn’t be happening! You’d be so much happier right now, your home wouldn’t be destroyed, your life would be just as exceptional as it was when you woke up this morning.”

“Wh-what you’re doing isn’t right,” Twilight groaned out, though the hint of a moan escaped her in the same breath, only causing Oleander to laugh.

But it was her words that really clung to her. They made her think, consider everything that had transpired in her earlier conversation, and as she mulled it over, she began to realise a single truth that had escaped her all this time, even through the fight. It only made her more angry, causing her to push harder, really punish the puffy little pussy beneath her. “You… you don’t even know what I’m doing. I would have explained to you, but you didn’t even ask! You saw what my magic could do, and you feared it! You shunned me, tried to force me out, attacked me when I refused to leave!”

“Y-you…” Twilight cut herself off, she was really taking a pounding now. “You killed an animal in my presence! That’s horrible! Why would I listen to anyone who did something like that?! I-I knew—arghh… I knew there was something corrupted about you from the moment I set eyes on you, and now look at what you’re doing!”

Oleander kept on fucking her, but not as a source of pleasure anymore. It was the feeling of vindication that kept her hard now, gave her energy to carry on smashing this virgin pussy. She needed to feel this punishment, feel the pain she’d caused Oleander inflicted back at her for her transgression. “I brought that animal back to life, and you… Grr… You were horrified. You vilified me on the spot.” A pant, a second’s pause. “Right then, it didn’t matter what my motives were, what I wanted. I was evil to you then, wasn’t I?”

Twilight didn’t answer, only continuing to pant and yelp from each of Oleander’s incessant thrusts. She kept her body as immobile as possible, tensing up, but it wasn’t enough to block out the sensation, it never was.

Meanwhile, it was dawning on Oleander just what was causing her such grief. It hurt more than anything else, it made this act feel like a means of catharsis, like karma’s way of righting a thousand wrongs, and the victim of her defilement was only poetic for it. “You’re just like the unicorns of my tribe. Not in your visage, not in your origin. Those aren’t true of a real unicorn. No, it’s your naive, black and white, disgusting view on good and evil. Your worldview would tell you that good looks good, and that bad looks bad, wouldn’t it? It would tell you that a pony using dark magic must herself be evil, wouldn’t it?”

The sex was almost like a conduit of her own emotions now. Whenever they spiked, so too did the speed and the rhythm of her movements to exemplify it. Twilight choked out a few words, gasping between them, her entire body alight with sensation. “You are evil. Look at all you’ve done! Are you going to tell me that this is in pursuit of the greater good? That you’re… that you’re a good pony yourself?”

“Don’t preach to me.” Oleander’s words were venom, her body figuratively channelling it with each pump of her hips. “Do you know why I came here? To your country? You don’t, so let me fill you in. There’s a creature intent on destroying my world. Perhaps you can empathise with that, considering Equestria’s history? I came seeking the means necessary to defend the innocents of that world from the Devourer’s corruption. Instead I found you.”

The conversation was less a back and forth than it was Oleander expelling her opinions. They came up like proverbial vomit, flung from her mind without a second thought, an accompaniment to her growl and the throbs of her cock and the whimpers of the pony below her. “I could have helped you,” Twilight pleaded, her body burning hot. “I still can… please, please.”

“And now you beg me!” Oleander laughed, a burnt, twisted thing. The room began to take the visage of abomination, horrific plant life seeping across the room, corruption intensifying all around them even as Twilight continued to take her cock. “Oh, how rich, pleading and begging. You remind me of my people. They ostracised me the moment I began to use dark magic, cast me away. To them, I was evil only for trying to help, for doing what I could. When the predators came for them, they begged for me to save them. Do you think that I did?”

Twilight’s chest was rising and falling at an incredible rate, her eyes darting all around, her body flinching with each slam against her insides. “I… I think that you’re not as ruthless as you let on, th-that I misjudged you, that you—”

“I let them suffer.” Oleander sneered at Twilight through grit teeth as she said it, and Twilight cried out from the force of her relentless pumps. “Thought you’d change your tune, did you? Thought that you’d appeal to my good side, now that you know I might have one?” Oleander laughed, a dark, foreboding thing. “Did you really think I’d just forget everything that happened just because you ‘might have misjudged me’? No, you were right, Twilight Sparkle. You were absolutely right. I am evil, I am irredeemable, I am the one standing over you, crushing your spirit, and ravaging your body, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Oleander, I’m sorry!” Twilight attempted to look her in the eye, but it was too much for Oleander. She couldn’t look at her, she could only carry on, commit to see this through, to give her what she deserved for what she’d done. “I know now that I made mistakes too, and I want to help you, but there are better ways than this!”

“You’ll say anything to get out of this, won’t you? You sicken me. It’s too late for that, Twilight. You know what? I take back what I said earlier.” With that, another vine appeared, wrapping itself around her muzzle and preventing her from speaking.

Twilight thrashed against the makeshift bit, and Oleander’s response was to tighten her restraints, each of them digging into her until they left white hot marks against the skin beneath her fur. Her entire body only felt tighter after that, and with a renewed enthusiasm about her, she continued to thrust inside of Twilight, feeling every drop of wetness cascading from her clinging to her cock and lubricating her with every thrust.

She felt the pull when she exited, the friction as she pushed her way back in, her medial ring doing its best to stretch out Twilight’s virgin entrance. She couldn’t talk now, couldn’t resist, couldn’t fight, and any struggle her body made paled now that she had had her words taken away. This was true objectification, making her unable to do anything but lay in pained silence, nothing but a toy for Oleander’s amusementamusment, a tool for her needs. After everything, she was lucky to get this much.

The anger still coursed through her like bile. It forced her to fuck faster, her movements frenzied and bordering hyper as she rubbed the tip against the bottom of Twilight’s belly, brushing so close to her cervix, to her little womb that it must have been almost unbearable to take. Twilight attempted to cry out, but the moment her mouth opened, the vine only attempted to force itself further inside. She didn’t get the privilege of screaming.

Oleander, however, did. Her voice was picking up volume as rapidly as her legs were picking up speed, almost buckling under their position, Twilight barely able to stop shaking, the quiver of her legs a sign that she was once again getting close.

It was then that Oleander realised that she needed Twilight to cum again. She slowed down, bringing her cock halfway back and beginning to grind the tip against her g-spot, slowly and methodically to ensure that she never missed it, and in no time at all, Twilight was beginning to moan out vocally, as much as she could with the plant in her mouth.

And why not give her this final moment of pleasure? Why not fill her with happiness before taking it all away from her, just as Oleander’s society had done to her, the very ponies Twilight emulated? It was only right, only just. Oleander rubbed back and forth in an extremely slow rhythm, only building the tinies scraps of momentum before slowing down again, being sure to bring Twilight all the way to the edge with nothing but the technique of her cock.

When Oleander finally thought Twilight was ready, she flared her cock against Twilight’s g-spot, and the mare pushed herself forwards in a silent gasp. That had definitely tipped the scales in Oleander’s favour, and now that she knew that Twilight was good and turned on, she was sure she could handle this in the way that was best suited for her.

A thorough and dominant fuck, intensified with every moment, one that would well and truly show her the lengths to which Oleander would go to break her. She channeled her hate, her salacity, and all of her want into her actions, pushing all of the way in and pinning Twilight down, pressing her hooves over her body and leaning her weight on her.

She climbed up on the table next, Twilight’s legs being pulled further apart by the roots, the acrid smell of eldritch magic in the air, and as she felt her own orgasm beginning to grow, Twilight finally let forth her second stream of liquid, this time buckling and squeezing her legs so hard that they broke Oleander’s restraints, wrapping themselves around her hips.

It only forced her to go deeper, to press further into the soft cushion of Twilight’s pussy, and as she felt her repeatedly clench around her length moaning and wriggling and throwing her head from side to side, Oleander knew that she was about to cum.

She could have pulled out, she knew what happened when she was this angry, but she continued regardless. She pounded and pummeled that sweet little pussy like Twilight deserved, gave it all to her continuously with no sign of abatement, the notion of breathing or pausing forgotten amidst Oleander’s exploration of a higher plane of existence, beyond anything she’d ever known before and anything she would after until the next time came.

And then, she finally began to burst inside of Twilight, a thick, magical seed erupting from her length. It was a powerful, intense feeling that coursed through her body and coupled with the amazing sensation of the new magic entering her body, but it only caused Twilight to scream out more. The properties of her semen were burning and painful to Twilight’s insides, hot and alien, and when it seemed as if Twilight could barely take anymore before the pain became too much…

Oleander plugged her cock as deep as it would go and made sure that it did become too much. Fresh tears joined the mottled fur of Twilight’s cheeks, and when she was finally spent, calm washing over her entire body, Oleander pulled away, a purple liquid oozing and spilling from Twilight’s used up, beaten and satisfied pussy.

Pain mixed with pleasure, it was often said, but Oleander wondered if the change in Twilight from this experience was enough that she’d enjoyed it, that despite all of her protests, she’d wanted it the entire time.

She saw no point in the restraints anymore. She felt more powerful than ever, there was nothing Twilight could do. With a pulse of her horn, the tendrils receded all around, and in a minute, she’d set about restoring the castle to its former glory, though with one key difference.

The crystals now wore her colours, purple and black. “Twilight… do you like the changes?”

“Wh-why?” Twilight hadn’t moved since being released, she clearly didn’t have the energy. “Why did you fix this? What did you do to my castle?”

“As I said earlier, I’m not done with you yet. You may enjoy fucking on a table like a common unicorn, but I much prefer a bed. I presume you have a double? You’ll be sharing it with me from now on, at least for the foreseeable future.”

Twilight looked at her with soft, pleading eyes. When she spoke, her voice was soft, caring. “Oleander, I know how hard things must have been for you… I understand that you’re hurting, but what you’re doing, it’s—”

“Stop. It isn’t going to work, so stop. You’re mine, now, Twilight Sparkle. You’re mine until you make this up to me. I won’t accept flattery, and I certainly won’t hear your futile, self-serving attempts to understand me. I want real, genuine apology from you. I want you to realise that it was you that caused all of this, and I want you to feel the guilt that you rightly should.”

Twilight nodded, albeit shakily. Her muzzle was clamped shut, her eyes tired, her hooves unable to stay still as she attempted to roll off of the table. Her body was utterly spent, used and tired.

“Also, I want to fuck you at least ten more times before I’m gone. Do you have an issue with that?” Oleander gave Twilight precisely a quarter of a second to answer, then grinned. “No? Good, I didn’t think so. I may come to tolerate you yet, princess.”