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Once upon a time, Princess Twilight Sparkle had taken Scootaloo by the hand and filled her with a gentle current of comforting magic. That touch had led to hugs and laughter. The Princess of Friendship exuded a form of chaste love that radiated off of her like Celestia's daylight.

Touching High Priestess Twilight Moon had a similar effect, but this love was anything but chaste. Pure Eros pulsed through the orange pegasus. She wanted to protect the priestess from danger; but she also wanted to pin the pale woman to the ground and violate every inch of her cream-colored skin.

At Zecora's hut, this type of power had activated all of Scootaloo's primitive instincts. The torch she had secretly been carrying for Sweetie Belle blazed with an unquenchable intensity and, fortunately, it was returned. Now, once again, she wanted to crawl like a dog at those porcelain feet and be told she was a good girl.

High Priestess Twilight Moon guided Scootaloo through a doorway on the far side of the chamber. They walked hand-in-hand for what felt like a very long time. The clash of desires made it difficult to think but she knew that if she let go of that precious hand she would be lost.

The hallway did not twist, turn, or make any indication that it was not a straight line, but it went on for longer than seemed physically possible. Scootaloo knew she should be putting some thought into this strangeness but the priestess might let go of her hand if she said anything ... so she did not speak.

Eventually, the pair of them entered a chamber that was large enough for rituals, yet there was an intimacy to it she could not fully explain. The entire room seemed built around a large round pool of water that gave off a potent blue glow. Arcane runes and pictograms were carved into the floor and walls. Most of them seemed to be telling stories and but she was much too distracted to read them.

"Scootaloo." Twilight Moon's voice caused a mini-quake delightful sensation to rush through her and she let out a little moan.

"Yes, Twilight?" Scootaloo eventually responded, momentarily forgetting that the deep purple eyes she was looking into belonged to a priestess and not a princess.

"We have arrived at the moment of truth," the priestess said. "Here is where you make your final decision."

"Uhm ..." Scootaloo blinked and her wits came back to her. "I want to become a thestral."

"No, you only want to grow wings so that you can fly," Priestess Twilight said. "We are not ponies. We do not frolic under the sun nor do we feed upon hay and oats. Once upon a time, regular food made up most of our diet, but we have had to change in order to survive in this nighttime world. There are many names for what we have become, but you should know that our true nature has been effecting you since your arrival."

"So ... my feelings of desperate horniness have been your fault?" Scootaloo asked with a blush.

"Yes," Twilight whispered.

"I thought that was just the plunderseed venom," Scootaloo said sheepishly.

"That only made you more vulnerable," Twilight said. "By now, the venom should have worked its way out of your system. Every ounce of your passion and lust is being amplified by the aura of my people. The carnal passions which mortals try to keep hidden are what we feed upon. If you decide to become one of us, you will feed upon a steady diet of sex and passionate people."

"Oh, Celestia," Scootaloo said as she swallowed hard.

"Luna," Twilight said.

"What?"

"Princess Luna is our patron," Twilight said. "If you are to become a child of the night, she will be your patron."

"Oh ... sorry." Scootaloo was beginning to understand. Though she tried to focus on Priestess Twilight's words, everything else about the woman was distracting her. Those exotic purple eyes were pulling at her soul. The feminine smell caused Scootaloo to think about moon lilies and the heady aroma of Sweetie Belle's room after an orgy. Everything about the woman screamed out for carnal attention and it was becoming more difficult to think of anything else.

"Your own emotions will intensify and become harder to hide," Twilight continued. "They will surface and drive you with new found purity. All of this shall be yours ... but there is more. I can see into your heart and I see something there that will be far more dangerous than the lustful sins of my kind."

"What do you see?' Scootaloo whispered as the cream-colored beauty hovered close enough for her breath to puff against fur and skin.

"Wrath," Twilight Moon whispered, and though the word was potent, Scootaloo knew it was true. "Once upon a time, you might have become like us, but this savage world has placed rage into your heart. If you become one of us, you will be Alecto. As an implacable vessel of unceasing anger, you will seek to punish those who have committed moral crimes. I know there is one whose hubris has caused him to blanket our world in darkness. I know his name, but dare not breathe it out loud. If you decide to become one of us, you shall become a fury ... you shall become Erinyes."

"What's an Alecto?" Scootaloo asked. "You make it sound like I'll become some sort of monster."

Priestess Twilight took the girl's arm and led her to a space on the floor where designs were carved and then painted. "Like this," she said, pointing to a monstrous bat-creature. "Most of the time, your body will be as it is, but with bat features. You will not change too much, save for your emotions will be a little more intense than before. However, when you are angry and on the edge of control, you will grow into a monster. In that form you will tear your enemies to pieces. In that form ... you will have difficulty controlling yourself. That is why we call you fury. That is why you will become Erinyes."

Scootaloo stared at the image and considered its implication. "So, I can still live a normal life, I'll just have a really angry temper to take out on my enemies."

"Mostly," Priestess Twilight said with a nod. "Much of that will be for you to discover, but there is something else you must pay attention to."

Scootaloo studied the image, admiring the womanly figure and she giggled at the ridiculous breasts that hung heavily from the image. She thought about the anemic inadequacy of her own chest and wondered what it would be like to have such epic cleavage. Then her eyes traveled lower and she let out a little gasp.

"Is that a dong?" she asked.

"Yes," Priestess Twilight said with a nod. "You will have both."

"Both?" Scootaloo squeaked as her eyes bulged.

"Yes," the priestess said as if it should be obvious.

"Like ... all the time or can I make it cum and then go?" Scootaloo asked incredulously.

"Thestrals can shift back and forth between male and female," Priestess Twilight said. "Typically, we choose one or the other but there is no reason past preference to do so. Our strongest forms are a mixture of both. In fact, that is part of the ritual."

"Oh ... uhm ... so ..."

"I'm sorry," Priestess Twilight said, and then she looked past Scootaloo. "Gloom Weaver, Crescent Moon."

"Yes Priestess?" the women said as they snapped to attention.

"Will you please approach?"

"Of course, priestess."

Scootaloo looked in the direction of her friends and saw the pair moving towards her. Crescent Moon wore nothing but a mischievous grin of a person who has heard the story before and anticipating the good part.

The three thestrals joined hands, forming a circle around the initiate. Moonlight bathed their bodies, giving them an ethereal beauty that Scootaloo could not look away from. The glow of this power eventually began to light up their nerves, gathering at the base of their sex and forming into something long and solid. Scootaloo's eyes grew wide as every one of the women around her was blessed with a frightening phallus which bobbed lightly with each beat of their heartbeat.

Scootaloo's words were stuck in her throat as each of her new lovers smiled sheepishly at her. "Uhm ... I'm ... not into ... males."

"We know," Crescent Moon said. "But we're all girls here, so it's okay."

"I don't know," Scootaloo said, suddenly uncertain of what was next.

"I swear you will love it," Gloom Weaver told her.

"Promise?" Scootaloo asked.

"We swear," Twilight Moon said.

"So ... what happens next?" Scootaloo asked.

"You have to consent," Crescent Moon said with a slightly impatient edge to her voice.

"Consent?" Scootaloo asked as she looked over to the Blue-Gray thestral.

"Well, yeah," Crescent Moon said. "I'm not going to get anything on you unless you say it's alright."

"So ... I can still say no?" Scootaloo asked, but the moment the words left her lips she felt a little sick to her stomach.

"You can," Gloom Weaver said. "But would that make you happy?"

"Well ... no ... but ... you're so ... big." Scootaloo's protests kept stuttering out of her but she felt her body beginning to warm up.

"Actually, we'll be exactly the right size," Crescent Moon said.

"You're kidding," Scootaloo said as she stared at them.

"Nope!" Crescent Moon said with a little giggle. "It's all magical in here and we're experts on making beautiful girls cum until they pass out."

"Crescent Moon," Priestess Twilight Moon scolded her sister lightly.

"I know, I know," Crescent Moon said with a laugh, holding her hands up in surrender. "But seriously, Scootaloo, it's great. You'll love it."

"I know you're scared, but we shall be your intimate partners," Gloom Weaver said as she began to stroke herself. "We shall go at your pace. If you want me to stop, then all you need to do is say so."

"That is, you have to say something before our priestess shoves her horse-cock down your throat," Crescent Moon said in a teasing tone. "It's rude to talk with your mouth full."

Laughter burst out of Scootaloo and the others joined her. Once upon a time, Pinkie Pie had taught her to giggle at the ghostly and guffaw at the grossly. Now, this wisdom came back to her. Scootaloo could not look away from the girthy members that each female had grown. Growing up, she had felt nothing but revulsion for this part of a man ... but something about seeing it attached to a female frame made her more than a little curious.

It's their succubus magic. All I have to do is relax and I can let them do the rest.

"I'm ... scared," she admitted.

"It's okay," Gloom Weaver said gently. "We're here with you. No one can hurt you here. You're safe."

Silence returned as the gentle glow of passionate lust flowed out from each thestral, centered on the orange mare in the middle. Scootaloo stared hard into Priestess Twilight's large purple eyes and tried to catch her breath.

"I've been so helpless." Scootaloo whispered, but then she swallowed and spoke more clearly. "When I was a kid, all I wanted was to go fast. I wanted to fly though the sky with my hero and have fun with my friends. Then the darkness came ... and I've been helpless ever since."

Pacing around the room a little, Scootaloo move closer to the image, took a knee, and stared hard at it.

"I dreamed of a world where I had the power to set things right." Her hands traced the bat-like wings and massive arms. "You said I'll be full of fury ... well, I already am. I want to thrash Tirek and everything he stands for. I want to bring the sun back to Equestria and then use my might to protect our world from anything else that might show up to hurt us. I want this power. To that end ... I want you to fuck the sun out of me and make me one with the moon."

"So, mote it be," Twilight said and she took the young pony by the hands. "Step into the pool with us."

Scootaloo obeyed and each of her new friends joined her in the glowing water. They joined hands in a circle around her but the moment her toes broke the surface, she knew she was standing in pure magic. The glow began to flow up into her body and she knew she was quickly approaching the point of no return.

"We gather here as a holy trinity to welcome a new sister into our colony," High Priestess Twilight Moon said in the tone of ritual.

"I am Crescent Moon, and I am the maiden."

"I am Gloom Weaver, and I am the mother."

"I am Twilight Moon, and I am the crone."

Silence fell upon them and Scootaloo realized what was expected of her.

"I am Scootaloo ... and I except your invitation. Please do what needs to be done."

"So, mote it be," all three of the thestrals spoke in unison.

Then, Twilight Moon leaned in to kiss the initiate firmly upon the lips. Scootaloo whimpered, letting her lips part so that the older woman could slip her tongue inside. Experienced hands drew the little black dress down over orange shoulders and a trail of kisses traveled down a sensitive neckline. Warm lips sucked one painfully erect nipple and the girl cried out in ecstatic delight.

"Oh, Ceh ... Luuu ... naaaahh!" Scootaloo's orgasm echoed off the stone walls and shivered through her body until she was barely able to remain upright. "What ... was that?"

"Did you like it?" Twilight Moon asked with a coy smile on her lips.

"Uh, yes!" Scootaloo managed to respond. "I just mean ... I'm not really all that ... that ..."

"Sensitive?" Twilight Moon asked.

"Yeah," Scootaloo confessed. "I was a virgin up until a few days ago. Even then ... when I touched myself I ..." Her voice trailed off as the priestess's lips pressed against hers once more. The rest of her words faded into nothing as a second body pressed up against her back and the familiar hands of Gloom Weaver. "Gloomy," Scootaloo whispered, and then she was leaning back to kiss the other thestral.

"May I join you?" asked the sweet voice of Crescent Moon.

"Yes ... please," Scootaloo begged, and soon the other woman was upon her.

Mouths kissed, tongues tasted, and hands explored. Scootaloo began to lose track of who she was groping as every inch of her was explored and tantalized. Tiny orgasms rippled through her like raindrops along a moon-soaked mountain. Part of her wondered if she would lose herself in this passion ... but then her three lovers all stepped away from her.

"Guess I'll be bottom," Gloom Weaver said as she lay down on her back. "You get to start at your own pace."

Scootaloo made a positive sound as she straddled the busty thestral. Before fully engaging, she rested her sex along the erect shaft. Odd sensations arched through Scootaloo as she rocked her hips forward and back along the masculine mass. Moisture oozed out of her, lubricating the shaft in a way that excited her.

"Look at me," Gloom Weaver said and the younger pony obeyed. "I know what you're feeling. I'm not really into males either, but I don't mind it when Crescent plunges into me. It's kind of like a strap-on."

"I ... we couldn't get those," Scootaloo said, but Gloom Weaver laughed. The laughter did interesting things to the woman's sizable breasts and she began massaging them lovingly.

"Just focus on these," she said, rubbing them together in a way that drove Scootaloo mad. The orange pegasus descended, pressing herself against those glorious orbs and enjoying their softness.

"I can help," Crescent Moon stated as she got onto her hands and knees and began licking private pegasus parts. Scootaloo moaned with delight, thrilled by the attention that brought her into a gentle climax that caused her little wings to flutter. "Ooohhh ... did you like that?"

"Yes," Scootaloo whispered as she recovered her breath.

"Do you want more?" Crescent Moon asked.

"Yes!" Scootaloo cried out, and the female face was once again planted firmly onto her lady parts. The tongue took turns, flicking her bean and lady folds, only to drag back to tunnel into her anus. Whimpering sounds of ecstatic pleasure told the maiden that her efforts were good, but then she took Gloom Weaver's horse-cock in hand and set it against the new girl's sex.

"Slowly!" Scootaloo said with a gasp.

"Look at me," Gloom weaver said and the younger girl obeyed. "It's all me ... only me."

"Yes," Scootaloo whispered as pressure was applied. As her outer walls were breached, she let out a long moan of blissful intrusion. Words mushed together as Gloom Weaver pushed deeper and deeper; filling her with something she swore would never be.

Somehow, the insertion had caused one long continuous orgasm that caused Scootaloo to collapse between Gloom Weaver's lovely breasts. She rested there, panting as her body adjusted to the intrusion and all of the glorious sensations it sent through her.

"You poor dear," Gloom Weaver said as she stroked Scootaloo's hair. "You've been holding back all your life."

"Yeah," Scootaloo whispered. "I ... always wanted ..."

"Shhh ..." Gloom Weaver whispered back. "Just let us take care of everything."

With that, Gloom Weaver began to move. Slow and steady strokes caused the initial uncertainty of a virgin body to melt away. Eventually, the orange pegasus took over, moving herself up and down in a rhythm of her choosing.

"Yes," Scootaloo whispered as she began to pick up speed.

"Yes," Scootaloo called out as everything began to gather heat up.

"Yes!" Scootaloo cried out and then Gloom Weaver let out a strange moaning sound. A flood of unbearable heat spread up and into Scootaloo. A long ecstatic scream filled the room and her wings splayed out as they often did in such a situation; but this time, something was different.

The heat that had flooded into her womb kept going deeper ... deeper ... up her spine, into her wings, and out to their tips. Shimmering vibrations tingled through her nervous system until there was a sound of popping and a feeling like being stretched. Scootaloo arched her back and cried out at the sensations coming both from above and below. Every part of her was extra sensitive and this feeling was so intense that she did not know how she stayed conscious. Eventually the magic burst out of her wing-tips and she settled into place along Gloom Weaver's body once more.

"There, there ... well done," Gloom Weaver whispered as she stroked the younger pony's hair. "You might want to flex your new wings and get some blood flowing into them."

"Oh ... yeah," Scootaloo managed to say, and she pushed herself upright. When she flexed her back muscles, she felt they were much more powerful than before. There was also much more wing to stretch as the leathery pair splayed out to their full span and flapped thrice. "They're beautiful!"

"Just like you," Gloom Weaver told her kindly. Tears fell onto the aspect of the mother and for a time they stayed as they were. "Now you need to move. Wings alone will not let you fly. You need to absorb the magic that keeps us aloft. You need all of us."

"Yes," Scootaloo gasped as she began rocking her hips forward than back. "Fuck me ... oh Mother Luna ... fuck me!"

"Oh, Blessed Mother of Shadows, I love it when she says that," Crescent Moon said as she moved and put her weight upon Scootaloo's back. The nimble lover fondled breasts, ground her mischievous miscreant along her tense tush, and pinned her into place. "You're such a dirty girl," she snarled and then she extended vampire fangs and bit the partial-pegasus directly on the back of her neck.

Scootaloo opened her mouth so scream but there was a thick horse-cock thrust inside and silenced her protests. Crescent Moon's rascally rogue penetrated the pearly gates, descending deep into uncharted territory with a groan that was both savage and pleased with itself.

Muscles strained as three thestrals pushed in then dragged out. Feminine forms struggled and stretched, straining against each other as they poured their holy essence into the ecstatic offering. Again they thrust forward. Again and again! Phallic force fluttered, forcing heated cream into every orifice until every inch of her was full.

The world was ablaze with the glow of magic. Runes and symbols flashed to life, burning with eldritch flame. Salty and sweet blended together, carrying Scootaloo into a higher plane of sensation. She swallowed and stretched, filling to her limit and then expending to absorb more.

What happened next was not an orgasm. Such a mundane word could not possibly capture the bliss which the initiate felt as her whole being filled with lunar light. Fear fled the ferocity of her fury as skin rippled and stretched. Jaws elongated, expelling flat teeth which fell into the sacred waters. Glorious fangs filled her mouth as her ears lengthened. Bones grew denser, supporting the added weight of muscles swelled with a strength unlike anything she had ever known.

Every inch of the eager Erinyes erupted with enraged euphoria. Claws formed along powerful hands and she hunched under the weight of all she had become. When the masculine mass grew forth from her loins, it was too massive to be accepted by a common vessel. As the Alecto roared with uncontrolled fury, the three holy thestrels all flung themselves upon the inflamed erection. Bodies and breasts lunged up and down, forming friction across flesh as they jacked-off the mighty beast.

The Erinyes erupted. Fallacious fluid gushed into the air. Monstrous miasma covered the ceiling, floor, and participants with layers of lust that each succubus delighted in consuming. Wrath flowed out of the engorged vessel and she settled back into a smaller self. Four fornicating friends fell back into pile of barely conscious bodies, each gasping for breath as they recovered from their efforts.

"Oh ... Lady Luna," Crescent Moon purred as she breathed deeply.

"Such power," Gloom Weaver whispered breathlessly. "Such ... strength."

"Blessed be to Luna," High Priestess Twilight Moon spoke, and the other two managed to echo the prayer. "Scootaloo the pegasus is gone. Now who is this I see before me?"

"Vindicta," the new thestral said as she rose from the shattered remains of her former self.

"Vindicta," the others repeated.

And thus ... it was so.