Suited For The Role
Twilight had set up the evening perfectly. A picturesque walk next to the Ponyville Creek, white roses for her date, and even a perfect starry sky, courtesy of Princess Luna. But as much as one can calculate a perfect date, there is always one thing that escapes even the biggest controller’s grasp.
"Twilight, darling, I am sorry. I just don't think this can work, you and I. I hope you can forgive me.” said Rarity, her eyes stern, but full of regret. She knew it would break her friends heart, but she simply could not see herself with Twilight, or any mare for that matter.
“...I see. Excuse me Rarity, I need sometime alone.” Twilight replied after a few agonizing moments of silence, with only the Creek providing the ever-rumbling of water that danced trough the rocks underneath.
Twilight looked into the water, and turned around, leaving Rarity in her tracks, as the roses fell onto the river bed.
The tears flowed from her cheeks, but her slow stride home remained, as Twilight walked home on autopilot. Spike’s smile vanished as well, even though his dragon envy did give him some form of satisfaction, for Rarity could still be his, although his mind squashed those ideas quickly.
Twilight quickly slumped into her bed, the crystal hall feeling even emptier than ever before, with only her sobs piercing the cold harsh silence that had befallen the castle. She never felt more alone in her life, and the fear to feel like that again rooted deep within her subconscious.
The next two weeks were probably the hardest Twilight worked on her magic. The chasm in her soul had to be filled with something, and no amount of Pinkie’s fun, Fluttershy’s care or Dash’s activities to take her mind of things could do her studies justice.
Rarity dared not to visit her, feeling guilty, even though she knew it was the right call to stop Twilight at the first obstacle, so her heart remained in somewhat stable state. Oddly enough, only Applejack seemed to cheer Twilight some, her honest and direct approach seeming most valiant of all her friends.
“Hey there sugarcube!” Applejack greeted her friend, who was once again in her basement, calculating something with great vigor and concentration.
“Hey AJ, what are you doing here?” Twilight replied, her eyes transfixed on the paper.
“Just thought I drop by, make sure you have not gone insane. The girls are worried you know.” Applejack replied, direct as always.
“I am glad you care, I really do, but I am just in the middle of an amazing breakthrough and...”
”You are in the middle of a major breakdown hun.” Applejack stopped Twilight, making the mare smile wryly.
“That too I guess. But I am better now, I swear!” Twilight replied, a unusual cheer in her voice, one that was absent for quite a while now.
“I want to believe you, but you have not gotten out in 4 days, and honestly, you smell. All of us, including... Well you know... Want to see you, you know?”
“Oh you will, you will... In fact, I wanted to call Rarity, to make amends, and turn a new leaf.”
“Really?! I mean, five days ago you couldn’t say her name without crying.”
“Time heals wounds, and magic helps too. So are you going to tell her or not?”
Applejack stopped for a moment, and wondered. Twilight Sparkle was never not thinking three steps ahead. Something was amiss, but she simply could not find the flaw in the facade.
“Okay. So where do you want to meet?”
“The bridge. I left her there, and I think I can restart from there.” Twilight replied, her eyes full of hope, which made Applejack uneasy.
“She said no Twilight. Don’t hurt yourself anymore, please.” Applejack urged her friend, hugging her to show her compassion.
“I know I know. I need this AJ, please.” Twilight replied, looking deep into her eyes and not flinching in her resolve.
“...Very well. I just hope you know what you are up for.”
”Trust me, I know very well.”
And with a nod, Applejack left, but not before pointing to the bathroom, to which Twilight sheepishly nodded in response.
After the shower, Twilight returned to the incantation. She was ready, and willing to delve into it, even though she risked a lot with it. The spell was not forbidden without a reason, although as with a lot of spells of such kind, the reasons behind the banishment were lost to the halls of time.
She found it in one of Luna’s books, a collection she had right before Nightmare Moon. The books were a cavalcade of incantations and spells that were either a mystery to anyone besides the Moon Princess, or forbidden by both of the celestial rules at one time or another. Spells of manipulation, power transfers, cursed objects and mental corruption were hidden inside, mixed with some innocent ones like conjuration or even restoration spells. If either of the princesses would find out she had, let alone used them, banishment seemed like a likely outcome.
Twilight did wonder herself as how such books were not destroyed by Celestia during Luna’s banishment, but she figured her mentor was just too venerable to touch or even destroy anything that belonged to her sister in one way or the other. And after the date with Rarity, she too knew of such pain. But that was in the past, and her future, and that of Rarity stood before her, in form a few verses. There was no reason to stop this dangerous madness now, as Twilight felt she was far too deep in it at this point.
“Here goes...” Twilight whispered, as she read the incantation, her horn glowing in a noticeably darker shade of purple than usual, a sign of the wicked power she called towards her.
“I call for thee,
Spirit of the free,
To take me into your fold,
So I may become her gold,
Her reason to live and be,
The Spectre she needs to see
And the one who will take her away
So that she and I forever stay
As one, in love bound
One mind, under The Spectre crown”
It did not take a smart magic caster to see the implications of such a devious set of words, but Twilight simply did not care. Her resentment of her denial simply morphed into a state of rage and greed. So what if Rarity did not want her? She would make her want her, and no magic was unholy enough to not be tried.
However, much to Twilight’s surprise, nothing seemed to change. She was still Twilight, and she figured Rarity was also unaffected. Could the spell be a dud? Maybe she mispronounced the verses?
As the purple alicorn began to mumble to herself, she noticed that on the table was a suit that definitively was not there before. It glistened from the light coming from the light on the ceiling ever so slightly, and the material seemed almost alien in quality.
“I guess the incantation worked... But what is this thing?” Twilight mumbled once more, as she closed in, so she could examine the suit more closely.
She touched the fabric, and the suit vibrated in response. Twilight jumped back, but a guilty smile formed on her face anyway. It felt good, and she was all in anyway, so why stop now?
This time she analyzed the suit more closely. It seemed to be made out of four boots, with the hind legs risen just a bit. The corset made Twilight blush, and not to mention the fact the mask seemed to have no mouth opening.
“Kinky...” Twilight whispered to herself, something deep and devious within her taking the reins of control.
She had to try it on, Rarity or not. She levitated the pieces and moved it to her bed, closing and locking the door to the basement in the process.
Giggling guilty, she slowly placed the pieces onto the bed. The problem was now, how to dress up?
The suit itself proved to know better, as it suddenly attacked Twilight, lunging parts of itself towards the magic caster.
The catsuit that was supposed to be the lowest part of it split into several parts, only to clasp onto Twilight, encasing her behind in shiny goodness, and her wings covered over with it. The tail erupted from a seemingly invisible hole in the back, changed slightly into a more flamboyant version of the purple paintbrush that Twilight wore usually, with two streaks instead of one. The neck parts also molded together, each act of encasement bringing Twilight an euphoria as if she discovered hundreds of new spells. More, she had to have more.
The suit obliged quickly, snapping the corset onto her, slimming her, pushing into her very soul, squeezing the wings so hard until... They were gone. Twilight wanted to freak out, but the pleasure it gave her only meant she wanted more. So what if she was a unicorn once more? Being an alicorn is less then being The Specter... Wait, what?
“Yes... Specter...” Twilight moaned. Something was in her mind, driving towards a delicious oblivion. She began to gain knowledge, Rarity’s weakness, seduction, corruption, devotion. Everything else was becoming irrelevant, as she rose her hooves, the boots snapping into place, one by one, each representing her change from Twilight towards something new, and something devious. The wicked suit played by simple rules, the less skin, the less Twilight she was, and this idea was giving Twilight temptation she could not deny.
The mask levitated, teasing Twilight. The purple mare, now almost covered in the darkness, licked her lips. The finality of it, her mental demise and a new being in her place... No wonder Nightmare Moon became to be. This magic was just to delicious to deny. All she had to do is ask, or rather plea.
“Do it... Take my voice... Specter has no need for it.... We do not need it....” she moaned, her mind now merging with the new identity. She knew what the suit wanted, and she wanted the same.
And the mask indeed circled around, and closed in over her head, the clasp on the mouth closing slowly, over a wicked smile, silencing Twilight Sparkle, and giving Spectre center stage.
More clasps followed, this time inside the mind. Each memory was locked into the suit, each emotion of empathy, moral and kindness as well. And finally, even her magic began to fade from the horn, redirecting into the suit directly, making it shine wonderfully, and giving her a more daring manecut.
As her lashes elongated, the Spectra stood powerfully, her mind at peace. This body and mind was filled with potential, but a name and a goal stayed, unclasped by the suit.
“Get Rarity.” echoed inside the devious creatures mind.
The Specter moaned, and from her energy, a new suit formed, as if she molted. What was even more frightening, the seams of her own seemed to vanish, sealing her as The Specter, forever.
The new mare looked over to the nightstand. A picture caught her eye. It was her old self, and five mares. They were all naked, weak and unworthy. Was this with every pony? That could not stand, and she vowed to change that, eager to bring more mares into the fold of her power and consciousness, but she wanted to start from the white mare.
The Specter looked over to the clock. It was almost time for the new date. It was time to swipe Rarity off her hooves, and show the time of her life, one clasp at a time.