>"Thank you, Anonymous, for what you are about to do."
>Luna bows her head to you as you step from the train.
>You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder and stroke her mane.
"Relax, magic isn't precise enough, and there's no way hooves would be able to handle this."
>The night princess nods as you walk with her to the castle.
>She takes you to a secluded room, likely where your task would be carried out.
>Two figures rest in a well lit circle.
>One is Princess Twilight, her new wings twitching as you sit down.
>The other is Princess Celestia, poor, poor Celestia…
>The sun princess had given her all to protect the kingdom from the beasts.
>While she had succeeded, it was at a terrible price.
>Celestia had used up all of her magical reserves, including the parts needed to maintain her body.
>She is dying.
>There is no way to recharge a magic reservoir once it has become so empty… that is where you come in. 
>Celestia's reserves would forever remain empty, Twilight's, however, where filled to the brim.
>Immortality?
>There is no such thing, only extensions.
>And Celestia and Luna have been extending their lives for a long, long time.
>"I'll let you begin."
>Luna nods to you and seals the room, leaving you with the two princesses.
>Time to get started.
>You root through your bag and pull out a scalpel, comprised of magic silver, and a flaying knife.
>Pulling you chair towards the purple princess, you lightly pat her face.
"Twilight, hey Twilight!"
>She doesn't respond.
*Slap*
"You're a pretty princess!"
>…
>Nothing.
>Good. The last thing you need is an nearly all powerful being waking up in the middle of your efforts.
>You grab the flaying knife and place it at the base of her left hoof.
>With a quick motion, you slice her dermis from hoof to shoulder.
>There is no blood, the enchanted silver saw to that. Of course, this is just the beginning.
>You repeat the process for all of her limbs before connecting them with a long slit through her torso.
>If anyone were to see Twilight, they would just think she had some shallow cuts right now.
>You dig your fingers into the cut along her torso and begin to pull.
>Twilight's skin does its best to stay attached, but a violent wrenching forces it to yield to you.
*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP*
>Stands of ichor connect flesh to muscle as you pry the purple princess's skin away.
>You take time to marvel at the pony's anatomy, her toned muscles spasming as cold air laps at their exposed form.
 >Twilight now rests on her pelt, as if it were a blanket.
>Now for the head.
>You carefully slice from the base of her neck up to her bottom lip, avoiding her jugular.
>Next, you slice around her horn, separating the skin covering it from her forehead.
>The white protrusion of bone fascinates you as you finish slicing across Twilight's face.
>Her lips and eyelids are removed with her skin, leaving a truly gruesome creature lying on the table.
>An eerie smile shows while her eyes stare at nothing.
>Twilight's rising and falling chest reminds you that you are on a schedule.
>You gently flip the princess onto her stomach.
>Her skin follows and hangs off of her back like a wet towel.
>You slice around the wings before prying the rest of her flesh away.
>Twilight, sans body, hangs limply from you hand.
>You bring her face to yours, feeling the fading warmth.
>God that's good.
>Tossing the fleshy mass across the room, you begin to remove her wings.
>One by one, you pluck her feathers until only the bones themselves remain.
>The flaying knife glides across her wingspan, quickly removing The last patch of purple from Twilight's exterior.
>You turn your attention to the sun princess's sleeping form.
>Bags line her eyes and her breathing sounds forced.
*Slice*
>She does so much for her subjects.
*RIIIIIIIIIIIP*
>If anyp0ny deserves to live, it is her.
>Celestia's skin is far more troublesome than her student's.
>Not only because of her size, but because her natural healing factor is much higher than Twilight's.
>If you do not remove it quickly enough, it will reattach itself to her muscular system and seal shut again. 
>A series of quick motions leaves you holding Celestia's twitching hide.
>It writhes around, attempting to find muscle to affix to.
>You guide it to the appropriate target and drape it over Twilight.
*Squelch*
>Upon contact, Celestia's skin contorts and sizes to the small pony.
>Twilight emits a small groan as her muscles welcome their new exterior.
>It's an amazing sight, seeing sentient flesh join with muscle in all the correct places with no effort on your part.
>Once Twilight's wings are covered, they begin to grow feathers.
>White ones, of course, to match her new coat.
>You gently turn Twilight onto her back again, allowing Celestia's pelt to continue melding with the young princess.
>As skin covers Twilights face, Celestia's mane springs to life, its characteristic undulating brought back by Twilight's powerful magic reserve.
>Soon, a small Celestia sleeps where Twilight once was.
>This is only cosmetic, however, and your real task has just begun.
>Holding your scalpel, you slice Celestia's flayed abdomen.
>Her muscles split, revealing her inner workings to you.
>Intestines, liver, stomach, you examine each organ for problems.
>They are perfect.
>You turn to Twilight and silently perform the same motion.
>The enchantment on the scalpel prevents Celestia's skin from healing itself instantly.
>Heat radiates from Twilight's open abdomen, warming your face as you peruse her body.
>Euch! She might be a princess, but Twilight's body doesn't come close to Celestia's perfection!
"This!"
>You seize Twilight's colon and tear it out.
>It stretches, resisting your attempts to remove it completely.
>You sever its connections with your scalpel.
"It's too small!"
>Shit caked with blood drips onto the floor as Twilight's intestines lose muscle control.
>You quickly throw the rotten piece of meat next to Twilight's flawed skin.
"And this!"
>You grip the young princess's liver.
"Too fat!"
>Blood covers your hands as Twilight's liver leaves her body and joins the pile of refuse.
>You notice her breaths becoming labored as you remove more of her organs, so once her digestive tract is gone, you begin to fill the cavity with Celestia's divine parts.
>First is Celestia's stomach.
>Like her skin, Celestia's organs are fast healers, and are much hardier than Twilight's pathetic meat.
>You gently remove Celestia's stomach and move it to her student.
>Attaching it to Twilight's esophagus, the organ fuses to her throat seamlessly.
>You swiftly do the same with Celestia's liver, kidneys, bladder, everything except her intestines.
>Her intestines pulsate in your hands as you move them over to her student.
>You wonder, what has Celestia had to eat recently?
>Bringing the end of the organ above your head, you gently massage along the walls.
>Judging from the loose feeling, you'd say Celestia has been eating mostly fluids.
>Coaxing the bowels to release themselves, you position your mouth under Celestia's glorious colon.
>Gas escapes her intestines as Celestia's runny excrement enters your mouth.
>You greedily swallow the digested remains of her meals, savoring the intoxicating taste.
>A final spasm indicates the unfortunate emptiness, and you give a final gulp.
>The now clean organ worms its way into Twilight's accepting body, joining itself to her sphincter and completing Celestia's digestive tract. 
>The small body now breathes easy, but Celestia's shell is having difficulty sustaining itself.
>Fortunately, you have no need to remove Twilight's lungs or brain, some bits needed to remain behind to ease the transition to Celestia's consciousness.
>The only two pieces remained, first of which, was Celestia's heart.
>Twilight's tiny organ beats frantically as you touch it.
>Several cuts with the scalpel severs its connection to her body.
>Still beating, you plop it on a nearby table.
>You hurriedly move to Celestia's old body and remove her heart, Twilight's body would not last very long in its current state.
>Cupping the beating organ, you ease it into Celestia's new chest.
*Thump-Thump*
>*Gasp*
>Celestia's new body gasps as her mighty organ pumps life-giving blood through new veins.
>Only one thing remains.
>The one thing that Celestia had taken time to detail in her letter requesting your service.
>The thing all mares treasured…
>You glance at new Celestia's groin.
>A small, balloon-like organ meets your gaze.
>Twilight's womb.
>Celestia described the process in her letter.
>All living creatures seek to bear offspring, and as long as Twilight retains her uterus, the organ that would continue her bloodline, Celestia could not gain control of her student.
>You grasp the last significant piece of Twilight… and rend it from Celestia's new body.
>The uterine organ twitches in your hand, screaming at you, hating you for denying it the chance to create life.
>You kiss Twilight's cervix before placing her uterus in a cooler.
>It would have the opportunity it craved, oh yes…
>You walk over to the empty husk on the other table and gingerly remove Celestia's womb.
>Unlike Twilight, Celestia's uterus does not spasm.
>It does not pulsate, or twitch, for it knows that it will soon find a new home.
>Like the other organs before, Celestia's womb nestles comfortably into Twilight's nubile body.
>You lean in, unable to resist kissing Celestia's most secret place.
>Her body spasms, hissing at you for defiling her womb.
>You acquiesce and remove yourself from Celestia's abdomen.
>You close up her opening, allowing her flesh to heal.
>Celestia breathes as her eyes flutter open.
>You kneel at the table side.
"Your highness, did the procedure work?"
>Celestia looks at you quizzically.
>"What do you mean Anon?"
>This was still Twilight.
>A sadistic grin crosses your face as you point to the shell on the other table.
>"What is that!?"
>Twilight scampers off the table and falls to the floor.
>"Ow…"
>She stares at her white hooves.
>"W-what?"
>You motion towards a large mirror along the wall.
>Twilight screams when she sees her mentor staring back at her in the reflection.
>"YOU- YOU MONSTER!"
>She turns to you.
>"YOU- YOU- you did well, Anonymous."
>The small p0ny covers her mouth, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
>"Who's there- It's me, Twilight."
>Confusion juxtaposes confidence as the p0ny switches between personalities.
>"Celestia?"
>"Yes, my young student. I was dying, and you saved me."
>"But, why are you inside my head?"
>"Correction, you are inside my head."
>"I- I don't-"
>"Your body, is now mine."
>Celestia trots over to her old body, showing Twilight the missing organs.
>"Your body now houses my organs, and soon, you will be gone."
>"But I thought-"
>"You were such a good student, and you filled your roll nicely."
>"No! This is my body and I-"
>"I already told you, this is my body."
>…
>Silence fills the room.
"Princess?"
>Celestia turns to you and grins.
>"Thank you, Anonymous. I love my new body."
>She looks over her small stature, flexing her wings and legs.
>A spell discharges from her horn, causing a look of excitement to show on the princess's face.
>"Everything is working properly!"
>Celestia beams as she faces you.
>"Now, what is the price for your services? Bits, status, land?"
>You shake your head and hold up the cooler containing Twilight's womb.
"This is all I require, your highness."
>Celestia gives a look of doubt.
>"Are you sure?"
>You nod.
>What use have you for money?
>With Twilight's addition, you're so close to completing it…
>Your beautiful, perfect creation.
 
 
>Ponyzord.
 
 
 
 
 
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