Paraphilia is Magic

>Anon rips off Twilight's tail
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>"Oh yes!"
>"It's bleeding everywhere!"
>"Oh Anon~!"
>"P-pull out the bone and..."
>"S-stick it in mee~..."

"U-Uh, h-holy shit. I'm so sorry. oh my God. Oh my God..."
>"No, it's fine Anon~ I love the feeling of immense pain and blood loss."
"Y-You're freaking me out, Twilight..."
>"I feel so sexy with all this blood cascading down my rump. Think you can rip my wings out from their sockets, big boy?"
"Uh, maybe not... Twilight, please, we need to go to the hospital."
>"Why don't you snap my horn off and stab me in the back with it? Punch me in the face till my eyes fall out from my sockets~"
"J-Jesus. Twi, you're losing so much blood. I-I'm going to go get help..."
>"But Anon, who's going to fist my throat if you leave!"

>Later at the hospital

"I'm so sorry, Twilight. I didn't realize my own strength... I'm so sorry."
>The doctors had been able to reattach the tail, reconnecting the bone and nerves, after hours of surgery
>Twilight just looked at you with a solemn smile
>"It's okay Anon. It hurt, but... I just can't explain it. I loved every second of it. I'd never felt like that before. It was ecstasy."
"Please don't. I don't want to talk about this. I... Let's just keep things normal."
>Twilight frowned
>"I don't want to go back to normal. I want you to beat me half to death. I want you to skin me alive. I want you to pop the eyes out from my sockets and force them down my throat. I want you to break my legs in all the right places..."
>Her voice was sultry and low
>You could tell she was falling into it, the fantasy of it
>She was looking at you in the same she always did right before you joined each other in bed, but now all it did was send a chill up your spine
"Twilight, please, this isn't right. You're not right. In the head. J-Just let this go. It's disgusting."
>"I know. It's disgusting and depraved and titillating. From the moment I felt the incomprehensible pain of mutilation, I haven't stopped thinking about it. Anon, I want you to hurt me."
>You had to turn away
>Looking at her, hearing her say these things, it was too much
>Her hoof lightly touched your arm
>"Hurt me. Make me bleed. Don't you love me? I... I can't live anymore, not the same way. I'd never felt so alive until death was beating on my door. The rush... I can't tell you, Anon."
"Twilight... This is sick. There are a lot of ways one can respond to being hurt so gravely, but this? This isn't one of them. What I did felt awful, and I still feel awful, and you can't make me do anything like that to you again."
>Silence took hold in the room
>Then, almost unnoticeable, the beginnings of a silent sob

>Back in the library, you and Twilight sit huddled together on her bed
>Beams of moonlight pierce through a nearby window, the only source of light
>"Anon, I'm scared."
>You rub a hand up and down along her foreleg
"It's fine. You'll get over this."
>She mumbles something, though you can't catch it
"What?"
>"I... I'm not sure I want to."
"God, Twilight-"
>"It's wrong, I know. But it feels so right. So invigorating. It's all there is anymore. It's life, Anon, can't you see?"
>Your hand falls from Twilight's leg, limp
>Disgust bubbles under the surface, but you try not to show it
>"Anon..." she says, nuzzling her head against your chest, caressing your body
>You sit, motionless
>Worry and fear fill you
>What could possibly be making her feel this way? You knew people could have weird fetishes, but this? Twilight?
>How could Twilight possibly lust for pain, and not even 'simple' masochism at that? How could she long for unspeakable evil to befall her?
>How could anyone want these sorts of extreme desires? It didn't make any sense
>Twilight continues to snuggle against you
>In the past, this would be the stage right before sex
>Now, you simply sit, a stone
>She stops and looks up at you
>"I-I'm sorry... We can, we can go back to normal. Let's make love. Let's feel each other. Please, Anon, I'm sorry. Don't shut me out."
>You sigh. Maybe things were going to be okay

>You roll over on top of Twilight, pecking her neck with your lips
>Little gasps escape from her mouth as you did so
>That little giggle that sometimes creeped out, that's what you did this for
>You held yourself up above her
>Twilight smiled at you meekly, biting her lip in a pantomime of sexual lust
>She was never a good liar
>You wanted to believe, though
>You wanted to force yourself to see her mask as being genuine
>"I want this Anon, please..."
>Twilight's voice was seductive, a quality you were always surprised to find she had
>But it was uncanny now
>You couldn't put your finger on it, but the voice was dead
>She gasps emptily as you enter her
>Twilight stares at you with animated yet dull eyes, moaning
>Your hips gyrate in rhythm together, neither party fully involved
>This... This wasn't going to work
>"Why did you stop?"
>You exhale, shaking your head, trying to fight back tears
>Twilight is doing the same, though not as well as you
>Never as well
>You flop down onto the bed beside her
"Twilight... How are we supposed to go on? How can you expect me to... To do those things you want?"
>Tears run tracks down her face
>"P-Please, Anon, it's fine. It's fine. Things can be normal. I'll never mention it again."
"How is it fine? How could it possibly be fine? How could I be fine with this? It's like fucking a corpse. You weren't with me. You were somewhere else. Somewhere I don't think I want to be."
>She buries her head in her pillow, covering herself with her wings
>"I-I-I just can't feel anything anymore. Everything pales in comparison! It was like fucking death. I was cocooned in the eternal void, and it was a sexual force like I'd never felt before."
"Don't you see you're unwell?! Snap out of this!"
>You shake her, pleading with her
>"H-Harder! Shake me 'till my skull fills with cranial blood~" she coos, her voice drenched in lust
>You throw her to the bed, suppressing the urge to vomit

>The two of you lay in silence
>Twilight cried for what seemed like hours
>A deep, painful cry
>Eventually, it faded, and gave way to sleep
>You, too, quickly fell to slumber
>Your dreams that night terrified you, though you wouldn't remember them when you awoke
>Visions of the mare you love being ripped apart
>Contorted into some writhing, bleeding abomination
>All the while, it gasps and moans as the bones crunch and tendons snap
>"Kill me," it would say. "Let death be my lover."
>Twilight's face would pull apart from the sides, the skin tearing apart, blood pouring from her mouth
>Her tongue hangs down from a distended jaw
>The eyes remain the same
>The stare at you with the innocent twinkle she'd now lost
>The equine shaped monstrosity lumbered towards you, erratic and haggard
>"Rend the flesh from my body..." its voice said, low and unnatural
>You awoke, heart racing, covered with sweat
>Twilight lay beside you
>She looked ever so peaceful, normal, like the mare you'd always known

***

>"I'm just going to be doing some research. Please stop making a big deal out of it, Anon. I'm fine."
>You frowned worryingly
"Okay, I trust you. Dont't... Don't do anything rash while I'm gone."
>"I won't, Anon. I'm fine."
>The two of you lean in and kiss
>"Bye."
"Bye."
>Another day at Sweet Apple Acres, helping with the harvest
>You never questioned how kicking trees made all those apples fall, but it made the job a hell of a lot easier than back on earth
>Halfway through work, you decided to cool off under the shade of an apple tree
>"Heya Anon."
"Hey AJ."
>Applejack had a concerned look on her face
>"I heard about what happened with Twilight, what with the hospital and all. Nasty business. Hope y'all're okay."
"We... We're fine. We're fine. I feel awful about it, but it's fine..."
>"Now, I don't mean to intrude, but it don't sound fine."
>Applejack sat herself down in front you
>"Somethin' on your mind?"
>You stare at the grass, unsure of what to say, or if to say anything at all
"No, I'm good. It's just been a taxing few days."
>She stands up
>"Alrighty then. Why don't you go home early?" she said with a gentle smile
"Thanks Applejack."
>You return her smile

>The trek back to Golden Oak Library was longer than usual, or so it felt
>Your interactions with Twilight over the past few days had been... unnerving
>It all felt so fake and constructed now
>The sun beamed overhead, and ponies walked through the streets as happy as ever
>You couldn't shake the eerie feeling you felt, standing in front of the library
>Things would return to normal, though. They had to
>You push open the door
>The sight before you causes you stagger backwards
"Twilight!" you yell, rushing to her prone figure
>She lays in a pool of her own blood, a knife on the floor beside her
>There's too much blood; you can't even tell where she's been hurt
>She moans softly, writhing on the floor as her chest struggles to rise and fall
"T-Twilight, why?"
>She giggles
>"I couldn't help it Anon," Twilight says, biting her lip
>You hastily swoop her up, drenched in her vital fluids
>The hospital... You had to run
>Twilight squirms in your arms, rubbing her crotch up against you as her breaths become weaker and weaker

>The things she whispered in your ear along the way, you could hardly force yourself to continue
>You wanted to just fall to your knees and cry
>Why was she doing this? What could bring anyone to do this?
>She fell unconscious before you could reach the hospital, but until her last breath...
>The fantasies she whispered into your ear sickened you
>Each one more depraved than the last
>And she was so pale in your arms, a twisted smile of pleasure scrawled across her face
>Right before she went dark, that was the first time she'd orgasmed since this all started
>You felt disgusted, at yourself, at her, at the world, at life
>She stirred in her hospital bed, asleep
>Looking at her with a stern solemnity, the rest of her friends tried to comfort you
>What a terrible accident, they'd said
>That was the story you were sticking to
>Some of them seemed almost scared of you, as if you were the one who'd done this to her
>You couldn't blame them... The truth was hard to believe
>After a few hours had passed, only you and Applejack remained in the room
>Silence hung in the room, ominous
>"Anon... Just what's been goin' on? Twilight's been in the hospital twice in less than a week! And, this time, she almost..."
>She looked up at you, tears welling in her eyes
>You could see the concern, the confusion, the hurt that she harbored in those eyes
"I... I don't know. I don't know what's going on Applejack."
>"Well... This don't look like no accident. And I know you didn't do this... I just, I just don't know why, if she was having trouble, she wouldn't have talked to us..."
>You stare down at the floor
"I-It's not like that. It's not what you think."
>"Then what is it, Anon? You tellin' me that she just up 'n hurt herself for no reason? She slipped and cut herself all over?"
>Twilight stirred in her bed
"Its... It's not that. I don't know what's wrong with her, AJ. I don't understand it. I can't."

>"Just... Take care of her, please."
>You nod
>Eventually, you're left alone with Twilight
>The hours while away as you sit net to her, watching
>Gauze was wrapped around her legs, and parts of her torso, red spots showing through here and there
>You tried to stay strong, not to cry
>Memories of the two of you, sitting down and snuggling by a fire
>The two of you sitting down, reading books into the long hours of the night
>The both of you awkwardly making love for the first time, how neither of you could stop blushing and laughing at it all
>It was all flooding into your mind
>As if your life were flashing before your eyes
>Losing the life you had, losing the Twilight you'd always known
>You couldn't accept that
>Twilight's slowly removed herself from her slumber, and she smiled warmly as she laid her eyes on you
>"Anon," she said, softly
"Twilight..."
>You gritted your teeth, holding back tears, putting a hand on her hoof
>She beamed at you, and you could feel a warmth rush through your veins
>It was the Twilight you remembered, it seemed
"H-How do you feel?"
>"Better than ever," she said, still grinning
"I... Please let this be the last time we come here, Twilight."
>She withdrew her hoof, taken aback
>"W-What? Why?"
"Twilight, please! You know why."
>"No. No! No, Anon, don't you see? That was the best we've ever had it."
>She inched closer to you, placing her hoof on your arm
>"That was love. That was real. Didn't you feel it? I-I thought you were finally with me... Can't you feel what I feel?"
>You held her pleadingly
"Where's the Twilight I love. Where did she go? Please, stop this. Give me the old you back. Please, please..."
>"You're acting weird, Anon. I don't get why you... Why you won't love me. Hurt me! I want this!"

>A few days later, she was released from the hospital
>You and her friends welcomed her back to Golden Oak with warm hugs and party
>Things seemed to be fine, but you know that's all it was
>The semblance of things being okay

>After the party, things were quiet once more at the library
>The next few days passed by, uneventful but stressful
>You could no longer enter the library's kitchen
>Just seeing the knife block nearly made you vomit
>Spike had to come help you up off the floor as you lost total control of your body
>The image of Twilight writhing in orgiastic pleasure in a pool of her own blood...
>It was something you were constantly trying to push out of your mind
>Twilight had spent the last few days mostly by herself, reading
>It wasn't strange on its own, but every moment she was alone stressed you out
>At night, the two of you had dispassionate, cold sex
>You had to sleep in Twilight's spare bed last night, as she kept asking you to choke her
>And always with such a pleading, innocent voice
>It sent chills down your spine
>You spotted Twilight by herself, reading a small book
>Taking a seat next to her, you put an arm around her
"What're you readin'?"
>"I don't think you'd like it, Anon."
>You frowned
>It was probably true
>The things she'd taken to reading lately were particularly dark
"Well, I'm still curious."
>She pauses
>"'Necrophilia Variations'..."
"Jesus, Twi..."
>"What do you expect me to do, Anon? You refuse to satisfy me... It helps fill the void."
>You shake your head in disgust
"You're only going to get worse if you keep reading this-this garbage! I'm concerned about you. Your friends are. Why can't you just forget about this?"
>Twilight pushes against you angrily
>"How can I? How?!"
>Her voice cracks and she struggles to continue, choking down tears
>"I-I, I can't feel anything anymore, Anon... It's like a drug, more than that. Why can't you feel what I feel? Why can't you feel what I feel? You, you've never felt alive. Nopony has. I hadn't, not until I was at death's door!"
>Anger swells within you, coursing through your body
"How can you say that? How can you look back on the life you had and throw it away for some sick perversion?!"

>"Says the one living this, this unlife! Why can't you just hurt me? Let me live, Anon! Let me feel! Let me feel you! I want to fuck, breathing our final breaths together. Let's live!"
>Her horn lights up and a knife hovers in front of her
>You hadn't seen it earlier, but she must've been hiding it
>Immediately you recoil, feeling yourself hyperventilate
>You see Twilight on floor again, bleeding again
>Twilight lunges at you, the knife swiping through the air
>You block your face with your arms, feeling the blade slice across your flesh
>Deep gashes are left in its wake, and you cry out in pain
>Before you can react, Twilight pushes you to the ground, her magic tugging at your pants
>"Can you feel it?" she moans
>The knife digs into your left shoulder, pain shooting through the whole of your body
>You struggle to get her off of you, fighting through the pain, your left arm nearly useless
>The knife pulls out from your shoulder, flitting through the air
>You can feel Twilight start to ride you, up and down, rocking her hips, crying loudly in ecstasy
>She directs the blade towards herself, carving a long gash across her chest
>The sanguine fluid runs heavily down her body and onto yours
>She forces herself on top of you, pinning your arms with her magic
>Your lips meet and she animalistically forces her tongue into your mouth
>The pain is unbearable, but you can't help but near orgasm as she continues to writhe on top of your beaten body
>You feel the blade slide against your side, leaving shallow cuts along your body
"T-Twilight, stop!"
>She moves faster and faster against you, her tongue writhing against yours
>Unable to hold back any longer, you cum, waves of pleasure dulling the pain wracking your body
>At the same moment, Twilight cries out in orgasm, shaking uncontrollably on top of you
>Then, she falls harshly against you, motionless
>A look of unimaginable pleasure is plastered on her face, though her eyes are dull
"T-Twilight?"

>Then you see it
>The hilt of the knife
>Buried deep in the nape of Twilight's neck
>Her body was still against you, and the only sound was that of your own shallow breathing
>You could feel your heart in your throat
>Weakly, you turn your head and vomit, tears streaming down your face
"No no no no..."
>You mutter on endlessly, Twilight's body strewn on top of you
>Her face inches away from your own
>That face...
>You screamed out, a blood curdling cry of agony
>You gripped her in your arms, holding her close
"You're going to be fine, you're going to be fine. I'll do whatever you want. Don't leave me, please!"
>Your whole body shakes, a violent, all-consuming sob taking over
>Why?
>That was all you could ask yourself, hardly able to think
>She couldn't be gone
>Not like this
>Not like this
"Y-You're okay. You're fine. Please, Twilight, wake up... Wake up..."
>The library faded away around you
>All you could see was Twilight, and blood
>So much blood, you couldn't tell what was hers and what was your own
>She stared back at you with dead eyes, loving eyes
>The face that would burned into your memory forever
>You'd never seen her happier

THE END