Chrysalis gives Spike a new perspective on his friends!

With him moaning beneath her, he looked so small and weak and she had a wickedly naughty idea as she felt his dick about to blow!

He reached into his mind once more, her magic immensely strong now and yet still rebuffed by the power of the Root.

No matter.

That wasn’t what she was looking for.

Time slowed as she drove down with blazing emerald magic to the core of his mind and found the portion of his psyche that oversaw his relationships. A tight, interwoven bundle of friendships and affection.

Chrysalis could twist this bundle around her horn so easily, warp how Spike saw even his CLOSEST friends.

She could make him despise them.

Or perhaps not with The Root hovering like a unpassable fog.

Fortunately, that wasn’t what she was here to do.

Quite the opposite in fact.

In fact…The root should be all to happy to help given what Rarity wanted from dear horny Spike!

Chrysalis plucked on one thread and an image of Fluttershy popped into Spike’s mind, recollections of adventures, happy times and close moments swam around the mental image. They faded in and out, some stronger and clearer than others, some more major and present and core to Spike’s view of the timid yet strong Pegasus but all of them were important and treasured to Spike.

With another naughty giggle, Chrysalis enveloped all of them in her magic and drenched them in sheer, undiluted lust. She tapped the ****, needy lust Spike was feeling in this very moment and entwined it inexorably with the shy mare.

Spike’s back arched as his mind was tampered with, fractions of seconds passing outside his mind as he immediately began to view the kind, quiet Fluttershy, who he’d respected and admired and turned to for comfort and kindness as a hot, fuckable mare.

He slender, willowy body with those long, graceful legs. Her big, butter yellow tits squished into flowing sundresses.

Spike groaned, his platonic image of Fluttershy corrupted into lewder and lewder fantasies by Chrysalis.

Chrysalis’s eyes glittered with lust and malice as she moved on, plucking another mental thread. The rainbow haired slut. Perfect. She set to work defiling that relationship as well and not a whisper of resistance from the Root.

It wanted Spike to be the Master of his own sexy harem. It helped if Spike found his future harem sexy!

In fact, with a bit of coaxing, the tendrils of the Root’s power that sat in Spike’s mind began to dance to Chrysalis’s tune. It wrapped around Chrysalis’s corruption, solidifying and strengthening her efforts to make Spike unable to view his closest friends without popping a boner.

Speaking of boners…

Spike’s seemed to be _filling _her pussy, even expanded as it was, quiet nicely! The potion was still working, allowing Chrysalis’s magic to plump up his cock!

With a flick of her horn, Chrysalis linked the pleasure he was feeling in his cock to her work in his mind and Spike squealed helplessly, his hips rocking back and forth under the thumping of Chrysalis’s ass!

Applejack, Pinkie Pie, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. Chrysalis went through them all and groaned as she felt Spike’s cock swell inside her, girthing and lengthening as her magic bound him in a feedback loop.

He had a particularly big growth spurt when Princess Celestia popped into his mind with her giant body and even more giant tits. Chrysalis laughed at that and worked extra hard to pervert those memories.

She created a fantasy and used it as a baseline to dream up all sorts of Princess related lewdness. Let's see...

Princess Celestia, her voluptious body overflowing from a tiny string bikini, nipples pierced, flowing etheral mane shaved, asshole stuffed with anal beads as big as apples...Sitting on Luna's face and...glazed head to hoof in zebra cum...

That should do it. She _slid _that into his core memories of Celetia and moved on.

She hesitated when Thorax, Big Macintosh and Shining Armour appeared in his mind and so did Spike as if unsure what to do with the stallions...

Fuck it. He’s already a lust drunk twink, why not make him fuck all ways as well?

She conjured up an fantasy of him getting triple teamed by the three of them and shoved that into the maelstrom and that broke the deadlock.

The root twisted around the fantasy, trying to make Spike the dominant one as per Rarity's desires but the lurid fantasy was already multiplying and splintering into dozens of other homosexual fuck fantasies.

Spike writhed beneath Chrysalis, drooling as his sexuality was dogpiled, fucked and dragged squarely into pansexuality.

He started to cum.

Hard.

The full body spasm that went through him even managed to shift Chrysalis who was easily twice as big as him by now.

Chrysalis gasped as she felt him begin to squirt into her.

His cock was getting REALLY big now and Chrysalis was feeling decidedly stretched.

The mindscape she had constructed began to fuzz around the outsides although she knew that every blissful squirt of his cock would only engrain the lustful attraction he felt even more deeply in his psyche.

Time’s up…however there was one face she hadn’t seen yet…

She acted swiftly, even slowed down inside his mind she was running out of time. Chrysalis searched the horny mess she’d made of Spike’s mind.

Trixie and Starlight fucking eachother with strapons…No…

Ember tied down and gangfucked by an army of dragons…

Hot but not what she was looking for…

Sombra, ripped as fuck and pounding HERSELF up the ass?

Huh!

Chrysalis had forgotten about herself. Perhaps she’d thought the memory of herself might wake him up? Spike had a remembered though and wasted no time in mindfucking himself.

That was so fucking hot.

Still, not what she was looking for though. She spared a second to change the fantasy, so SHE was fucking Sombra up the ass before carrying on.

It had to be here somewhere…She was the most important one-Ah there!

She dove down into the sticky, gooey lust glazed threads and plucked the vibrant, violet one that sang like a siren when she strummed it.

Chrysalis bit her lip, her own orgasm rising in her and she took it, along with the pleasure and every wicked fantasy she could conjure and threw it into that purple thread.

‘Oh Spike.’ Said a very familiar voice from above him and his green eyes flicked up to meet purple ones as he shuddered in the grasp of a powerful orgasm.

Twilight Sparkle, a lewd, sexualised version of his friend, sister and mother sat on his hot, swollen shaft.

Huge, purple tits filled half his vision, the other half filled with her gorgeous face with full, glossy purple lips and whorish makeup. Her long horned glowed a sickly green and her dark, purple and pink hair fanned out behind her as she bounced her slutty cunt on his cumming cock.

‘T-Twilight-‘

‘Shhh…Thanks for being such a good assistant-‘ Then, Chrysalis gripped his balls in her hands and poured raw magic into them while leaning forward and trapping Spike in the hottest, most passionate kiss all her years of seduction could manage.

Spike’s breath caught as the orgasm he’d already been having redoubled and then did it again. His vigorous squirts of cum became mind blasting *gouts* of dragon jizz as his already heavy balls ballooned in Chrysalis’s tight grip.

His cock bulged, the giant base of it actually shoving Chrysalis off as the length increased before she gripped his thighs with her own and shoved herself back down, grinning at him with Twilight’s face.

He couldn’t breath, the sheer pleasure had stunned him as all of Chrysalis’s mental fuckery hit him at the exact same second. He came again, his first orgasm not even halfway done and the pleasure began to overlap-

He came again a third time, mouth gaping, eyes wide as his senses took a hyper detailed snapshot of every inch of Twilight’s body. The touch of her skin, the sound of her moans, the scent of her body and her squirting cunt.

Chrysalis’s tongue danced with Spike’s as his vision began to darken. His entire world was this pornographic fantasy of Twilight and his massive fountaining schlong blasting what felt like gallons of spunk into his best friend and sister.

The last thing he heard before he lapsed into a cum induced sleep was:

‘There. Maybe now you won’t be so hardup on Rarity…’