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Gloom Weaver's walk-in closet had a series of full-length mirrors that allowed anypony standing inside of it to see themselves from every angle. There had been very few mirrors in the Everfree Forest so Scootaloo had not seen herself like this since the Carousel Boutique burned to the ground. Now she was amazed at how scrawny she was.

Her Sexual Succubi Sisters had managed to develop into fully grown mares, but she looked like an anemic filly. Thin limbs, barely any flare in her hips, and breasts that did not need a bra, she looked so much like a colt that she had no idea why anyone would ever find her attractive.

"This might work for you," Gloom Weaver said when she emerged from another closet inside of her main closet. A little black dress was held up in front of Scootaloo and it appeared to be the perfect height. When she tried it on, she discovered it fit like it was made for her and it looked pretty good.

"How could you possibly have something like this in my size?" Scootaloo asked as she ran her fingers over the crescent moon jewelry.

"Well, for one, it isn't mine," Gloom Weaver said with a smile.

"I can't believe you still have my prom dress," Crescent Moon said with laughter in her voice.

"It's my fetish," Gloom Weaver said with a shrug. "It makes a good prop for when you're not here."

"Oh, Sweat Celestia," Scootaloo cursed. "Am I wearing your spank rag?"

"I wash it!" Gloom Weaver said defensively. "Besides, I just coated you with all of my sexy juices. That dress is probably cleaner than you right now."

Scootaloo blushed so hard that her wings fluffed straight out. Both thestral women burst into laughter at this reaction and soon Scootaloo joined them.

"I came to tell you that I got the message," Crescent Moon said smugly.

"She said yes?" Gloom Weaver asked.

"Of course," Crescent Moon said.

"Oh ... good," Scootaloo said. "The way that guard was talking ..."

"The captain's an ass," Crescent Moon said dismissively. "Besides, Twilight knows that even if she had said "no" I would have found a way to get you to her. It's better just to let me have my way."

"Our leader does not neglect her people," Gloom Weaver said proudly.

"But ... I'm not her people," Scootaloo said.

"I don't know about that," Gloom Weaver said as she put both hands on Scootaloo's head and looked closely into her eyes. "Your eyes are even more red now than they were earlier. You still have pony pupils, but ..." Thestral hands drifted up to scratch behind the mare behind her ears. Scootaloo made a pleased sound and then Gloom Weaver pulled her forward. The pair of them shared a kiss that lingered for a few seconds. "Your ears are changing."

"What does it mean?" Scootaloo managed to ask after she recovered.

"I have a theory ... but it's only a theory," Gloom Weaver said.

"Well, I got nothing," Scootaloo said. "So, theory away."

"We're bodies of mostly energy here," Gloom Weaver said after a moment's pause. "You're still a blank flank so there's basically a magic shaped hole inside of you where Celestia's magic was supposed to go. There's plenty of power here so when we had sex, we poured our life essence into you."

"Sounds familiar," Scootaloo said with a nod. "How does it work among your people?"

"Sex is a sacred act," Gloom Weaver said with quiet serenity. "People's souls come together during the act and we each leave a bit of ourself behind in the other. I think you were empty before you got here, but Moony and I gave you some of ourselves."

"Makes sense," Scootaloo said with a thoughtful nod. "My best friends are much more adult looking than the rest of us and they are each the keeper of a harem. I think they're getting their energy from their boys."

"Like a succubus," Crescent Moon said.

"Well, I came here to become one of you," Scootaloo said with a smug smile. "If your priestess says no, we'll just have to keep having sex until I become one of you."

"I'm fine with that," Gloom Weaver said with a smile.

"Yes, but she's going to say yes," Crescent Moon said seriously.

"Moony," Gloom Weaver said cautiously. "I know she's your sister ... but ..."

"She is going to say yes," Crescent Moon insisted firmly and her comrade put up both hands in a gesture of surrender and took a single step away.

"I'm glad you think so," Scootaloo said with a smile on her lips. "It's good we have a plan B, but I really hope your sister just says yes and decides to help me."

*****

The ethereal wind whistled by the new companions as they carried their guest higher into the night. At first, Scootaloo thought they were going to the top of an extra tall building or maybe a mountain, but they rose above it all and continued to ascend. Questions began to pile up in her mind, but over the years she had learned the art of the scout and the spy. Asking questions always proved how ignorant she was, but she knew if she remained quiet, it was likely all of her questions would eventually be answered.

Up ... up ... up ... until they reached a place where a platform stood all on its own. The underside of the platform had been the same color as the sky but once they got above it, it reflected moonlight just like the moon reflected sunlight. A massive stone pyramid with pillars at all four corners, basked in the radiant glow. At first, Scootaloo thought the building looked quite small, but it took a long time to approach. By the time they reached its peak, she realized she could no longer see its bottom.

Scootaloo felt she should be afraid of this place, but instead she felt as if she was coming home. Bare feet touched the naked stone of something that looked like an aviary. A quick glance around allowed her to see pillows, pools of water, and the types of luxuries that had become fairy tales for her friends back home.

It would be really easy to lose myself here. I have to remember who I am. I have to remember why I fought to be here.

Carvings along the ceiling allowed moonlight in and they made interesting shapes along the floor. Beautiful patterns that seemed to radiate with the power of night, causing all of Scootaloo's fur and feathers to stand on end.

The guides took their guest to a spot among the patterns and then they took two steps back and dropped to their knees. Scootaloo noticed but decided she would not do the same. She was here to be worthy of strength and she would not grovel before this priestess. Setting her jaw, she stood like a soldier ready for an inspection.

Glaring at a spot that looked as if it went back to private chambers, Scootaloo waited. Footsteps approached from that place and the orange mare took several breaths as she fought against her fight or flight instincts. Then, out from the far side of the chamber walked Princess Twilight Sparkle.

Scootaloo gasped, and shifted her body weight to move forward. Tears pooled in her eyes and she found she could not speak or breathe. Twilight walked delicately through the darkness until she stepped into the moonlight, a few feet from Scootaloo. That was when the pegasus let out her breath.

"I am Priestess Twilight Moon," the thestral said in a light yet powerful tone. "Welcome, daughter of the sun. I have been expecting you."

"I'm ... sorry to keep you waiting," Scootaloo managed to say, though she could not keep the tremble out of her voice. More tears streamed down her cheeks and she was glad she had refused any make up from her companions before they came.

"I am not who you expected," the priestess said.

"I thought ... for a minute ... I thought you were the Princess of Friendship," Scootaloo confessed.

"Twilight Sparkle is the reason I look this way," the priestess said with a nod. "Our Moon Mother has always been jealous of her big sister. Following in her footsteps had become a bit of a habit for her and so I became her faithful student. I don't think she meant to change my appearance, but this place is run by the mind and its expectations. Every time she called me Twilight ... it became a little more true. Now, I do not remember what I looked like before this form, but here I am."

The priestess stood stoically for Scootaloo, allowing her the opportunity to stare. While this Twilight's face and body looked very much like the Princess of Friendship, this woman was a cream colored thestral, with bat-wings and no horns. Midnight black hair had navy blue streaks and her eyes were a darker shade of purple. Vertical cat-pupils set her further apart and a blending of small things all said that this was a different person.

"I'm sorry," Scootaloo said again. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"You have lost your mother, same as we," Priestess Twilight said. "Such a tragedy has led us to apocalypse and now we try to survive in this new and scarry world. Fortunately, the Alicorns made some prophesies for us to follow, and they foretold this day."

"Did Princess Luna get visions of the future too?" Scootaloo asked in wonder.

"The Mother of the Sun would receive visions that were not in her control," the priestess said a little smugly, "but our mother was a master of the realm of dreams and could _choose_to interpret them. You see, you and your sisters had a special relationship with our dark mother, so she looked into your futures. She saw that you would come here."

"But I thought the future was ever changing," Scootaloo said as she recalled some of Zecora's lessons.

"Yes," Priestess Twilight said with a nod. "No matter the future, no matter the events, as long as you lived ... you would come to us and ask us to help you to fly. By giving yourself to us ... by becoming one of the night's children, you will gain our power and with it you shall fly."

"I've always wanted that," Scootaloo tried to say, but her voice broke as she shivered with more tears. "Ever since I was little. I always wanted to fly."

"Only your big sister got you into the air," the priestess said.

"Yes," Scootaloo whispered.

"I am glad that you made it," Priestess Twilight said. "I can see you have already begun to accept us into your heart. Will you accept the rest of us into your soul?"

"Yes!" Scootaloo shouted.

"Are you sure?" the priestess asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything!" Scootaloo announced.

"Then come to me ... and let us be one."