A Chessmaster and his Game

The sabre was surprisingly strong, as Jackson was able to drive it through the demon pony's head with a well-placed thrust.

Then some music started for no apparent reason.

"Eh, it's probably the start of an awesome action scene, I'm ready," Jackson concluded, readying himself.

He heard a sizzling and found that the blood of the demon he killed was now dissolving his sword, and quickly wiped the foul liquid off.

Running as fast as he could, sweating like the Stay-Puft guy sitting around a campfire, he pulled off some awesome moves.

An uppercut to kill one demon warrior, a jumping spin-attack to kill the next, the wrestling move know as a 'clothes-line' with the next, crushing something in the vile thing's neck, he was sweating heavily.

It WAS Hell after all, it was hot as itself and really dark to boot, luckily he found a door that looked like it might offer him sanction.

Then he read the sign above it, "Demon Breeding Pits", oh great.

He cleaned his sword and pulled out his pistol, he didn't want to get anywhere near these things when he was inside, taking a few moments to shoot out the hinges, the tall man kicked the door down.

Inside, many screams and moans of pleasure erupted from a literal pit in the ground, "Eh, it's not so much a breeding 'pit' as it is a breeding 'depression', maybe a breeding 'shallow crater', why am I contemplating this?" he asked himself before opening fire.

A few demon warriors broke in through the door on the far wall, and he killed them too, five-seven rounds straight through their heads, he must have fired about two dozen rounds.

"Wait, two dozen rounds? Shit, I forgot about ammo! I only have one extended magazine, and that only fits thirty!" he exclaimed as he checked the magazine, or he would have, if there was a magazine

The bottom face of the grip was just that, a solid face of plastic, no hole for a magazine to go into, and no special markings that would signify any tampering.

Then a symbol decided to light up and mark itself onto the black plastic with fiery red.

"Great, P1 decided to five me infinite ammo, and tell me about it through the DmC Dante's back tattoo," he jeered, trying to sound sarcastic and mocking, but there wasn't a lot to work with in that sentence.

"Oh well, at least I don't have to worry about running out," he sighed in relief, shooting off many more rounds and killing the quickly approaching demons.

It was really hot, even his hands were getting awfully sweaty, "Great, it's like the Hunger Games, dehydration will kill me where my enemies can not," he groaned in pain, his throat had become dried as well.

There wasn't a lot to drink in Hell, it being, well, Hell and all, so he needed to either MacGyver something up or just Bear Grylls it.

Cleaning off his sword and walking over to some of the corpses in the breeding pit, he sighed in discontent, "Oh well, being a red-mouthed hermaphrodite is better than being dead, I guess," he sighed as he went to work.

He had played this one game, what was it? Corruption of Champions was the name, so he knew that succubi and incubi had drinkable fluids, but he wasn't too keen on getting the same 'fluid' from the latter as one did in the game.

Starting by cutting open the left arm of an incubus, he began drinking up the freely flowing blood, which was surprisingly cool, almost cold in fact, had this thing shot off before it died or something.

Retching and trying to keep himself from vomiting at the thought, the tall man calmed down and resumed drinking the cool, metallic-yet-fruity liquid.

Time for the next one.

He drank about two gallons of incubus blood, each ounce cool, metallic, yet fruity. Yet he felt only half-full on liquid refreshment, and all of his clothes felt quite a bit tighter for some reason.

"Now time to be like a child again," he said in false anticipation as he latched onto a succubus's breast, feeding on the milk inside.

He felt the hell's heat mitigate, painful burning replaced by pleasurable warmth, "Oh yeah, this is great," he groaned out, before using his all purpose mind correction question.

"What am I doing? Okay, I'm drinking breast milk from a dead demon pony thing in the hell of a country populated by talking pony things, and if I'm not mistaken, this breast milk had given me an embarrassingly strong erection, which brings light to the blood's transformation, in the fact that I feel heavier and elongated all over my body," he stood up, the ground noticeably farther away.

He walked over to a mirror posted at the side of the room, taking a tape measure sitting on the drawer, he stopped for a moment, contemplating what he was doing again, "I'm at this sort of station that looks like a preparation station for the *retch* breeding, I'm guessing the measuring tape is for, well, measuring, and unfortunately I know exactly what," he lamented, stretching out the tape to measure his height, accidentally brushing up against his crotch, feeling the new size that this insanity had given him.

Not wanting to think about what was between his legs any longer, he reached the tape's coiling frame up on top of his head, clicked the tape into 'don't withdraw' mode, and looked at it.

From all that liquid, which the milk was sweet and creamy, and to his oddball surprise did not turn him into a hermaphrodite, though he chose not to question it and be happy that it only got him 'stiff under the belt' as he vowed to call it. He got back to his point of measuring and was surprised to find out that he now stood at six feet and eight inches tall, a freakish height, but maybe one that would come to his advantage.

His scrawny frame was now also packing a, while quite light, decent set of muscles, he could probably make a good attempt at a lightweight boxing match, maybe.

The tall man was still rather thin, but he didn't care, his body was his own and he loved it, albeit appreciating the various growths more than he would like to admit.

"GAH! What am I doing? I'm in Hell itself, yet I'm distracted with the contemplation of my new height, new muscles, and new penis. I SHOULD BE GETTING THE HERE OUT OF HERE!" he shouted at himself, emphasizing it with a light slap to the face.

Drawing his sword an getting out of that godforsaken room, he continued the climb upwards.

~Some time and much climbing later~

Jackson climbed up another ledge, his height did indeed come to his advantage, as it allowed him to climb up these tall ledges with ease.

Stretching out his arms as he stood up on this higher area of the fiery depths, he drew his sword and prayed on it, vowing to get back at Celestia for throwing him down here, though as he climbed up the heat got less intense, which was a little helpful.

It made him feel better, at least, the decreasing heat, it was okay, in fact he was actually getting quite used to the heat, it didn't bother him so much, despite wearing three layers of clothing.

His Master Chief jacket had helped him a lot, because several of these demon warriors were also demon sorcerers, and they used fire spells, which he either blocked or took to the chest.

The light above was growing stronger, he slashed at a demon warrior who came at him with a sword, and climbed up onto the final platform.

His anxiety rose with each passing second, feeling like he was going to explode from the rush of blood going in and heart of his heart as it raced faster and faster, before calming down when he saw it.

Before him stood a platform, locked in a black stone cage..... then he saw the other thing.

It was guarded by a massive monster.

A three headed dog.

~BOSS BATTLE: Cerberus, Infernal Sentinel~

The music seemed to match his heartbeat at the moment.

Then the mass of solid bodily waste made contact with the rotating aero-circulatory mechanism.

Cerberus roared in determination to protect the gate.

Jackson roared in determination to get the fuck out of here.

Running up quickly, much faster than he could before, he kept his shield up as the trio of heads began spitting fireballs.

"That's new, boy, come on then, SIT!" he shouted as he slashed at Cerberus's leg, causing the massive canine to fall on one side.

Running over to the other side and slashing the other side, the massive thing fell with it's legs tucked below it, its heads in reach.

Pulling off a Michael Jordon, or maybe a Michael Jackson, he jumped up and started slashing at head one, shortly before slicing it off, then fell and waited for the next opportunity.

Cerberus pulled a hydra and two head grew in to replace the one he had severed.

"Oh come on, that's just not fair!" he complained, before ducking and running under the hell-guardian with his sword raised, slashing at its soft underbelly and causing massive amounts of blood to be spilled.

Cerberus reached down with one paw and closed the wound up like it was a zipper.

"OH, JESUS CHRIST ON A CRACKER THAT'S AWESOME AND FRIGHTENING AT THE SAME TIME!" the warrior screamed in confusion, slashing at Cerberus' legs

"DOWN, bad dog, DOWN!" he reprimanded, stabbing the thing in the side.

Cerberus stumbled in pain, giving the tall man time to run around to him and slash at his legs, "HEEL, boy, HEEL!" he yelled the command as Cerberus was once again laying on the ground with his legs underneath him.

The jacket-clad human climbed onto the dog's shoulder region, raising his sabre high.

"Now then, boy, PLAY DEAD!" he screamed as he plowed the blade of his sword through Cerberus' central neck control thingy.

Time seemed to slow down slightly as Cerberus reared up in pain, stepping around a few times on his hind legs, before collapsing to the floor with a booming *THUD*

Jackson did a front-flip-for-style off of the black canine's back, watching as Cerberus dissolved into crimson flames, defeated.

What was left behind was a small cross amulet, which the gaming-man picked up and looked at.

A small sword, with a black hilt and silver blade, inside of a golden circle with rubies encrusted on it.

He suddenly held it up, moved by strange energies.

*duh-na-na-NAAA~*

You got: The Infernal Sentinel Amulet

This magical item puts the might sword known as the Force Edge at your beck-and-call, as well as the 'Shadow Clone Jutsu', viable for up to three darkness silhouettes at a time

Jackson facepalmed at the cliché method of delivery, but was thankful that it said delivery made it clear exactly what this thing did.

Putting the fancy amulet around his neck, he looked at his sabre, only to find that Cerberus' infernal blood had dissolved the blade entirely, leaving only the painted wooden hilt.

"Great, my sword is gone, well, at least I can summon a new one, let's see," he stuffed the useless hilt into his jacket, then cursed in pain as the residual blood burned through his clothes and scarred his stomach, "GAH, shIT, that hurts, fucking hell, fucking hell, stupid blood," he swore as he wiped the offensive liquid off with a patch of Cerberus's skin, the blood on the skin having already dripped off.

Sighing in relief, he turned his mind back to the matter at hand, and tried to make the Force Edge appear.

'Force Edge, come to me!' he thought, and it worked, "Holy shit it actually worked!" he said in excitement, spinning and swinging the sword around a few times to get a feel for it.

"Alright, let's see, an MMA octagon, lame, it's surrounded by a black cage that goes up to the ceiling, and here's the gate," he observed as he entered the octagon thing, "Okay, now then, um, do I command it? Beam me up, Scotty!" he half-heartedly demanded.

Nothing happened, "Alright, um, ooh, take me to Celestia's throne room!" he demanded, closing his eyes tight.

*WHARAOM* a flash of bright red light burst from the octagon shaped panel, a few moments of weightlessness, then Jackson felt the cool air of the surface.

He opened his eyes and looked at Celestia, who was surprised that he had returned, and surprised at his new appearance.

He was now taller, where as she was half a head taller than him before, he was now half a head taller than her.

He also looked thicker, how had this human gained muscle mass while in Tartarus? He looked ragged, his jacket seemed to have taken a few fireballs, and his pants seemed a lot tighter in the crotch region.

He held the Force Edge, which made her blood run cold at the thought, because that meant that he had killed Cerberus.

"How did y-" she began, only to be interrupted by his now-booming-baritone voice, where as before it had been an embarrassing tenor.

"SHUT UP, I fought through hell itself to get back here, just to tell you that, as a princess who gets what she wants all the time, you probably aren't aware of the concept of a 'self-fulfilling prophecy', are you?' he interrogated, raising his new sword at her.

"I... I see," she began to tear up for some reason, "I am sorry then, I am very sorry for what I have had you put through. I would understand if your rage against me would be grounds for a desire for my head, I understand. I thought that, since you were a human, it was only a matter of time before you entered a state of desperation and violence, so I put you in a place where my subjects would be safe from you when that happened..." she trailed off, internally cursing herself for knowing so much and making herself feel bad.

"... but in doing so, you forced me into a state of desperation and violence. It's because I really like to be alive, so I fought for my life, now, if you would," he dismissed the Force Edge and pulled out the useless hilt of his sabre, as well as pointing to the massive holes and pits in his riot shield.

"Right, again, I'm sorry, I should have been a bit more tactful in my approach, let me fix those up for you, granted I didn't quite get a good look at them the first time you were here, but I hope it will be fine," she apologized, flaring up her magic and taking the shield and hilt into her telekinetic grip.

Jackson watched as both his weapons and his clothes were fixed up, leaving him with a tactical machete and a new shield.

"Thank you, all is forgiven, I just don't want this whole 'sent to hell' thing to happen again, you think you can do that?" he asked in an unserious tone.

"I think I can do that, so, you've proven yourself determined to stay on the surface of my glorious country, welcome to Equestria, mister..." she gestured for him to continue.

"Jackson McCard, human of Earth, now human of Equestria, I guess, is it really this simple? Just say that I can be here, and I can be here?" he asked, feeling dumb for looking a literal gift-horse in the mouth.

"Well, I am the ruling monarch of Equestria, and with power over the sun and the moon, I am the one who makes the rules, nopony will question my ruling, they are either too afraid of my wrath, or too sure of my wisdom," the white alicorn explained.

"Again, controlling the sun and the moon, I doubt that," Jackson argued, pointing to the sun hanging up in the sky.

"Well then, let me show you, it is time for the sunset right now actually," Celestia realized, leading the tall man away.

The two walked to the princess's bedchamber, Jackson put his hands in his pockets to try to hide is still powerful demon-induced stiffy, but a few raised eyebrows and snickers from the guards led him to believe that there was more to this invitation than he thought.

'Oh shit, is she going to try to seduce me? I mean I'm really hard and tense at the moment, but I a) have never done this before, and b) am not keen on any pony sex, I mean how does it even... no stop it brain I don't need these images, I don't-NO, gah why did I drink that milk? Fucking hell, literally fucking Hell,' he thought, trying to ignore the swaying of Celestia's tail as she trotted through the halls, as well as his own, highly amplified needs.

Finally the pair had reached the top of a tower, Jackson hadn't even realized that he was climbing stairs until he reached the top of the long case of them.

"Come in, this is my personal bedchamber, this is where I raise and set the sun and moon, make yourself comfortable," Celestia introduced, biting her lip as she couldn't help but gaze down to his bulging crotch, the skinny jeans only making his size and hardness more evident.

Jackson looked around the room as Celestia hesitantly walked over to the balcony.

The tall man had his hands in his pockets, but took them out to pilfer around the princess's desk, unfurling a scroll and reading it.

"My dearest teacher, my blah blah blah have led blah blah blah we are on the preci~thre, that something really bad is about to happen, who wrote this and didn't know how to spell either precipice or threshold, I mean, they could have even said 'brink' for all I care. Anyways, for you see, the blah blah blah is, in fact, Nightmare Moon, what kind of name is that? Anyways, and she's about to blah blah blah, eternal night blah blah, doesn't come true blah blah, I await blah, your blah student blah blah," the burnt-brunette half-read in boredom.

"It is done, you see?" Celestia pointed to the sky, which was now that of night.

"I didn't see it, do it again," Jackson tiredly replied, yawning at the wave of exhaustion that crashed down upon him, casually walking over to the large bed and jumping onto it, no bothering to remove any of his clothes.

Celestia was about to protest, but the tall man was out like a light.

"Hmm, well, I can still do this with him asleep, I've done it before," the solar monarch muttered, getting into a hover above Jackson's body and landing softly on top of him.

He snorted, and she tensed up, he muttered something in his sleep, which she strained to hear, "Release, the, the-the-the, the Kraken," he mumbled, dreaming of being Aquaman for some reason..

Celestia smiled and replied, "Oh, yes sir," in a seductive tone before realizing that her words fell on deaf ears.

She tried to remove his pants, but they seemed to be stuck on him with a button and zipper.

The hadn't-had-some-in-far-too-long mare hungrily stared at the things keeping her from her goal, she magically undid the button and began to pull down the zipper with her teeth.

Suddenly, she was whisked away by a beam of midnight blue energy, the whirring sounds awakening the sleeping human.

"Buh, I, what?" he quietly asked through a haze of sleepiness, tilting his head to the side towards the door to the balcony.

A dark figure entered, trailing arcs of lightning and giving off an aura of darkness and ice, a somewhat gentle, yet volume-raisingbackground track accompanied 'her', he assumed it was a 'her' due to how 'she' looked.

'It's like a weird anti-Celestia, she's got a black coat and blue armor things instead of white and gold, her eyes are teal, and like a cat, she's staring at me, I hope she doesn't know I'm awake, she's got a moon shaped tattoo on her ass, and now she's licking her lips, oh shit, please don't be thinking either of the things I'm thinking,' he thought, staring at this dark figure and trying to not show any emotion.

"Well, how kind of sister to greet me, the glorious and true leader of Equestria, Nightmare Moon, with such a delectable morsel," the dark alicorn cooed, staring at the prone human.

'Oh shit, she is thinking it, she's either going to eat me or rape me, maybe even both if I'm unlucky. Oh god I don't want this at all,' his thoughts raced, waiting for Nightmare's next move.

"Oh you poor thing, I see Tia already got you prepared for many delectable activities, but she probably sent you to Tartarus, don't worry, Nighty's here, and Nighty will cool you down right quick-like," the lunar monarch assured her prey, standing over him and undoing his pants with her magic.

"Let's do this quick, I haven't got all night, well, actually I do. Right, let's see what you're packing." the regal mare took initiative and removed all of Jackson's clothes.

"Ooh, someone's all grown up, isn't he? Very nice, very nice, I can sense that this is your first time, how wonderful, Nightmare will give you the best dream of your life, and when you wake up, you'll feel like a new man," she cooed in a motherly tone, which only served to creep Jackson out, yet it made his hardon throb.

Several things happened at once, first, he felt something wet and cold on his hand, which he then realized was Nightmare Moon's sexual fluids, then Nightmare said, "Oh my foolish sister is so anthropophobic, too bad, I must say that hands are some of the best things Mother Nature invented," then the man realized that she had grabbed his arm and was manipulating his hand to stroke her soaking nethers.

Nightmare then slowly descended upon his engorged member, hissing in pain and pleasure.

It was all too fast, something warm, blood, she had taken his virginity and he had taken hers.

His mind was screaming at him to stop this, but his body couldn't move, forced to watch and feel himself in nature's oldest act.

Motionless, Jackson vowed to punish this dark thing for doing this to him, he didn't want this at all, his nethers said 'yes, but his heart and brain said 'no'.

"Don't worry, baby, it'll be good for the both of us," was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

His body was too tired to stay awake and retaliate

He was trapped, trapped in this unconscious state.

'I have no voice, and I need to yell,' he thought as he drifted off.

And then, as they fucked, Jackson dreamt of nightmares.