The Equestrian Bloodmoon: Untold Events

Please note, this is not Christmas themed.
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Reman could hardly bring himself to look at Glade as they trudged towards the settlement Celestia had called Ponyville. He'd read the dossiers she had given him about the six ponies they were to meet, the bearers of the Elements of Harmony, and how best to speak with them in regards to dealing with their predicament. Still, all the advice in the world wouldn't help him in dealing with his mistake, his damnation in the form of an innocent he'd pulled under Hircine's influence. They remained silent as they walked, neither being too eager to acknowledge the other, nor wishing to break the semi-comfort they had in the quietness of the forest.

Consequently, they both had time to think, and while Reman used the opportunity to prepare himself for the trials ahead, Glade preferred to stew in her anger. She was as close to hating him as she had ever been with another living being, but the mystery mare from her dream seemed to think he was as innocent in this as she was, and merely another victim. Even with some perspective, she was still furious, though didn't wish to disappoint the princesses by refusing to work alongside the human. She contented herself with watching the sunset, and tried not to think about her affliction.

As the first shadows touched her, her heart began to ache. Quickly, the pain escalated until she stopped and grasp at her chest; she saw Reman was in a similar predicament, kneeling on the ground as he began to change. Glade barely has the chance to watch before she, too, flopped onto the ground, her body burning with an odd mix of pain and euphoria. She had no memory of her first transformation, though the princesses' silence had spoken volumes of what she'd done, especially when she considered everything Reman was capable of.

Her hooves were the first to change, splitting into three-clawed paws; her fur followed soon after, browning like a fire eating up the trunk of a tree. It hurt more than any injury she had suffered, but even as she felt her bones crack and shift, she could not bring herself to scream. Her wings extended against her will, ripping free and spreading to their full glory despite the injuries she'd suffered. Was this some grim revenge for avoiding pain during her first transformation? Even as her teeth sharpened and elongated, even as their nerves told her they were shattered, she could not help but feel entirely powerless.

Her senses only improved as her body warped into its new shape; scents and sounds she would have otherwise been unable to notice now assaulted her conscious just as surely as the pain wracked her body. It felt like hours had gone by since the sun set, but in reality, it had been only a few minutes. Steeling what little of the most basic parts of her mind remained, she looked up, and caught sight of a beast that would have terrified her were she not one of its own. Reman stood not ten feet from her, a hunched, hulking monster that bore no resemblance to man it truly. Flesh and fur dark enough to blend into the shadowy clearing covered layer upon layer of steely muscle.

Reman shook his head to clear a tiny bit of lingering agony, accustomed to it after years of dealing with it once every lunar month. Though pain was a constant with forced transformation, it kept him sane enough to recognize that he was no longer in control of his actions; like a dream, he would wake the next morning with no memory of the night's events, and have to piece them together using clues from his surroundings. His sense of smell was far above any normal mortal, and he picked up scents both sweet and vile, and one that stirred something deep within him.

His eyes, yellow and bloodshot, looked with Glade's own, and a moment of crystal clarity flooded the tattered remnants of their minds. This was their opposite, the other alpha of their pack of two; forebear and progeny understood one another even when language would fail. Hircine, as he was wont to do, had given them a task to complete, and his influence over them was absolute that night. They understood what their lord demanded, and even if they would have protested had they the capability, neither was conscious enough to understand what they were truly being made to do. Instinctively, they knew their objective, and how to reach it.

As the former human stalked towards the female, he growled in a show of force; though his form was gigantic when compared to hers, and one would think it unnecessary, instinct told him to do so. The beast that was once Summer Glade growled back, and flared her wings to scare him from her, but lifted her tail to allow her scent to permeate the area. Reman lowered himself as he walked, partially to appear small enough to seem nonthreatening, but mostly to get closer to the source of the sweet smell that wafted on the cool breeze.

His muzzle bumped into her as he skulked around her, making sure to keep his ears and tail perked in a friendly manner, and buried his nose in her side, sniffing a trail to her flanks. Her fur, a tawny-brown that fit right in with most female werewolves, was almost black in the shaded woods, and her eyes seemed to glow as she looked over her shoulders at him, glinting with a hungry, salacious light that hinted at mischievous cunning. She remained still as Reman pressed his nose into her slit, pressing against his snout to give him a better sample, an advertisement of her youth and fertility, the only aspects Hircine cared for when his manbeasts found mates.

Glade yowled as Reman slid his tongue through her slit, starting from her clit and going until it rested at her entrance, before diving in for a taste. It wasn't for her enjoyment; it was merely a way for him to learn what his nose could not tell him, and he was hardly disappointed. With no need for foreplay, he moved forward, his considerable size eliminating any need for him to mount her. His tip had barely touched her folds when she bucked him back, using her full might to send him sprawling. He jerked his head forward, angry at her treachery, and was met with her teeth pressing into the softest part of his neck.

She raked her claws against his chest, hard enough to keep him down while avoiding damaging his skin. She wasn't turning him down, but she wasn't about to be taken as a submissive bitch; she was an alpha, and would dictate the conditions as surely as her mate. She reared herself back, taking a moment to appreciate, in some basic sense, the power she held, and took only a moment to ensure they were properly aligned. His manhood was bestial as the rest of him, red and pointed like those of their canine kin, a parody Reman would be ashamed of were he able to see it.

She speared herself on him, growling as she gripped at him, drawing blood as her claws pierced his thick hide. She shifted as much as she could, rubbing herself against him in primordial passion, but keeping silent to avoid revealing themselves. Bracing her hind legs against the ground, she slid up his shaft, pausing only for a moment before easing down again. Glade bit back a yelp as Reman shifted to better support her, though remained in his submissive role. Purring, she leaned forward and braced her front claws over his shoulders, choosing to roll hips instead of repeatedly spearing herself.

Reman clawed at the ground, unwilling to grab Glade and take command. He squirted precum in response to her grinding, proving the necessary lubrication for her to speed up. With every roll, he grunted and thrust into his mate, ignoring the painful punishment he received each time. Glade shuddered as she dragged her clit over his rough hide, unable to make any noise beyond a small yip or two. It was getting harder and harder to take his entire shaft, alerting her to his swelling knot; time was growing short.

She picked up the pace, losing all pretense of civility as she squeezed every once of pleasure she could before Reman came. Squelching pops echoes through the clearing as his knot slipped past her labia with every thrust, growing louder and louder as it grew in size. With a final thrust, they were locked as he swelled to his full size, locking them together. Glade, unable to pull herself away, rotated her hips to push herself as close to the edge as she could.

Breaking his role, Reman gripped her sides and held her still as he released, his pointed tip stabbing at her cervix and unloading directly into her womb. They howled to the night sky, uncaring if local wildlife found them. Comfortably numb, Glade rested against her mate's chest, easing herself to sleep with the sound of his thumping heart. Her eyes drifted closed as she felt her senses fading to their natural state.

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In Oblivion, Hircine felt rather dirty. Sure, he allowed his precious beastmen to breed as flesh and blood being were wont to do, but hed never forced it before. “I hope your pleased with yourself Azura,” he said, wondering if he could make a bath, but realizing he could never actually clean his ephemeral being.

“Oh, I'm quite happy that you agreed, Hircine,” the Prince of Twilight replied, a small smile gracing her lips. “Honestly, I think I feel rather like a grandmother, in a way.” Her smile turned into a full grin as she realized the implications, unveiling a plan to make Mephala blush. “Why, as soon as the Elder Council hears about Reman's little pup, it'll make waves across Cyrodiil.”

“As long as you're happy, I suppose,” Hircine sighed.