Sweetie laid down on her sister’s bed, which was more than twice as big as her twin bed. Since Rarity had been sent to a mental institution, Sweetie had been spending more and more time in Rarity’s room.
She was looking through Rarity’s possessions when she came across a leather bound diary. Opening it up to the first page revealed writing more like a filly had written it than a mare. It must have been her private diary since she was young.
With no sister around to tell her not to read the secrets within, Sweetie laid the book on the bed and began to read.
I got my cutie mark today, and the events surrounding it were so… strange and exhilarating that I just have to write them down. Even if it could get me in trouble, part of me knows it is important to have this, to revel in the events that happened and relive them through this diary.
Aloe, Lotus, and their sister Vera were picking on me again at school today. Of all the ways I had thought to get revenge on them, I never thought I’d get the chance.
Then I found it.
A strange skull, flawless in every way. It wasn’t a pony, nor any other creature I could think of. It was clear as glass, smooth, and the light seemed to dance around inside of it. I had been practicing my gem finding spell for magic show and tell, and came across it in the woods outside of school.
I put it in my saddlebag and began to head back to class to show off my treasure when Aloe stepped out from behind a tree. “That’s a pretty little gem you’ve got there,” she said.
“Hand it over, or else,” Lotus had said. There were a few other threats as soon three fillies had surrounded me.
That was when I felt my magic surge. My adrenaline was pumping and the skull it seemed to… amplify my magic well beyond what I ever thought possible. Part of me thought that this power rivaled the alicorn Princess Celestia.
“No.” It was the only word I said in reply as they began to close in on me. They knew my magic wasn’t strong enough to handle more than one of them… well, it normally wasn’t strong enough.
I lifted the nearest rock in my magic and bashed Lotus in the side of the head, so hard there was a loud crack as her neck snapped and her skull caved in. She hit the ground with a sort of wet thud.
Before Aloe could register what happened, I was gripping her throat so tight that I saw her eyes actually begin to bulge out of her head. Part of me was enjoying this, it was just like a fantasy I had once to have the three bullies hanged. I kept my grip until Aloe stopped kicking.
Oh, but what of Vera, my future self may ask as I relive this most wonderful day? She did not escape my grasp either, for while I strangled her sister to death, my magic was powerful enough to grip her hooves, cementing her to the ground. As the warmth flowed from the crystal skull into me I took greater and greater joy forcing Vera to watch her sisters die.
And then I turned to her. I floated the skull and set it down on the ground. Vera began to scream, the blood curdling kind that’s worse than nails on a chalkboard.
Angry, I snapped. I don’t even know what spell I cast or how, but the effect was immediate. Vera’s lips closed and began to fuse together, in barely a second there was no longer an opening for her mouth. Her jaw closed as the skin pulled taut, and then the crawling skin spread over her nose, blocking off her ability to breathe.
Oh, to watch her paw at her face and suffocate, completely free of my vice-like grip on her neck. She even took a stick and tried to puncture a hole in her skin, instead just leaving a deep gash and crying like the pathetic mewling fool she was.
And then the skull flashed purple, the woods turned dark around us and I had the sense I was no longer near the school, I was somewhere else. A chilly wind blew by us, cold as ice, and I saw the dead bodies of the three fillies flop belly-up and rise into the air.
I looked at the skull, stared more like, and as I looked into its eyes I felt something amazing. The power which it had let me taste, had let me use to kill the bullies, left the skull and entered me.
It was too much magic, my horn burned and I thought it would explode, but in that moment whatever magic or spirit was in the skull took control of me, finishing some ritual more ancient than the pony race.
A loud cracking sound like large branches being snapped in two filled the area. The fillies rib cages were ripped open along the sternum, and in a flash of purple energy their still-beating hearts were yanked out.
Another loud boom, this time in the distance, as a rainbow colored hue washed over the sky. The rainboom, as I now know it to be called, added to the magical ritual some missing ingredient.
The part of me that used to be the scared little filly wondered how they were still beating, but at this point the old parts of me were all but gone. It feels so indescribable to have this much power that I couldn’t help but encourage the spirit to do as it pleases.
One by one I began to eat their hearts. The blood spilled down my neck as if I was biting into peeled oranges and letting the juice run down into my fur. I didn’t care. With each heart I consumed I felt a blazing pain on my flank. A diamond formed, one for each sister, as I bound their souls to me for eternity. Or perhaps to the skull, I’m not sure so I kept the skull, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Remember what it felt like to kill them? It was nothing compared to what the skull did next. It sealed their chests closed and the fillies hit the ground with a thud, rolled over, and stood up. They were alive, or at least they looked alive. They were more of an empty vessel, controlled remotely by their souls. Their souls in turn, are bound to my will. I don’t know how I know this, but I know they have to obey me. I can hear their thoughts, but only when I want to.
You may not understand still when you reflect on this journal why it did what it did next, I was a filly after all, and knew as much about sex as I knew about quantum physics.
There was a stretching pain in my groin and I grunted, stumbling forward as I got more control over my body. I looked down to see a large penis swinging back and forth below my belly, bumping my legs.
Aloe, Lotus, and Vera all lined up and turned around, presenting themselves to me. I knew I could have any one of them, or all of them, but part of me still despised them and that anger and hatred seemed to be what the skull wanted me to focus on.
So I took a nearby stick and jammed it into Vera’s cunt. I say jam and mean it literally, so my future self can remember with glee what it felt like. For the stick to hit her slit dry and tear down the flesh on the sides as it was jammed in. The blood that gushed out, and the screams of agony from Vera’s soul as she was forced to feel every ounce of pain assaulting what was once her body.
I turned to Aloe next. With her pink fur you’d think her the most feminine of the bunch but quite the opposite, she was the meanest and most tomboyish filly I knew. I took the rock I had used earlier and began bashing her skull in. She laid down obediently and took the beating. Everytime I smashed her skull in I felt her scream, and I laughed. The intoxicating power of the moment! Oh, how I hope my words do it justice.
And as I beat her, she healed. Slowly at first, but more quickly as her head began to resemble a pancake more and more. I stopped beating her just to watch her regenerate and stand up.
Which left Lotus. Oh, I hardly need to tell myself about the crush I had on her, the nights I’d spend imagining that she was in love with me too. I’d imagine her sisters forcing her to be mean, when really we both had this affection for each other deep down.
So I mounted her. My new appendage, already slick with precum, slid into her pussy without so much as a sound from Lotus. My member was too big for her, in fact it was likely the size of an adult stallion’s member, but I knew I could hurt her and she could heal. I wanted to hurt her, to make love a painful emotion so every time she thought about it she would feel nothing but sorrow.
I pulled back to gain momentum and slammed my cock forward, burying it to the medial ring. Using my magic to aid me, I pulled back and slammed it in again, tearing the cervical opening wide apart. The head of my cock now rested in her womb, my balls slapping against her ass.
I began to fuck her, to listen to her and her sisters scream for release as the feeling of pleasure grew inside my groin. I don’t know what was more arousing, to listen to them as they began to beg for death, or to watch their lifeless husks stand there for my abuse.
In the end, I raped all three of them. I plan to do it again, sometime, but for now things must appear normal. So as the ritual ended and I found myself back in the woods, I ran home to safely hide the skull away under a loose floorboard.
The fillies and I returned to school, the magic only letting their souls control their bodies in ways that I subconsciously approved of. Oh, Aloe could look at a pencil and grip it tightly, but she couldn’t even point it at me let alone try to stab me. Her thoughts were filtered out before leaving my body for hers.
It will always be one of the happiest days of my life, the day these three souls were bound to me to do my bidding. I will have to come up with an excuse for the Cutie Mark. I told everyone in class it was from my gem finding spell. I’ll need more of a backstory than that to cover up what happened.
And that is all I’ll write for now, I’m still getting used to the sensation of controlling three ponies in addition to myself. It’s a bit exhausting, but I am assured by a voice deep in my mind I’ll get used to it.
Sweetie bent a corner of the journal over to mark her place and closed it. This would go a long way to explaining her cutie mark. There were four diamonds, and three must represent Aloe, Lotus, and Vera, who Sweetie had quickly gotten used to controlling. The real question was who is the fourth diamond for? And how had this magic passed from Rarity to her if her sister was locked away?
She didn’t know, and the part of her that wanted to know was outshadowed by the part of her that enjoyed making Scootaloo suffer. It was more Dash’s fault than Scootaloo’s what happened, but no reason not to blame the worthless runt. She could perform the ritual, make Scootaloo a soulless husk, but part of her refused. Sweetie wanted to make Scootaloo obey her every word without thought or hesitation of her own free will.