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Luna rushed down the hallway, Twilight and company not far behind. Their footsteps clacked loudly against the metal floorway as muffled explosions rang out from above. “Hurry,” she commanded, “This way!”

Twilight sped up, matching Luna’s pace, “Princess, what the hell is this? Where are we? Shouldn’t we be up top and fighting?”

“Not without proper equipment,” Luna shook her head and skidded to a halt in front of a large door, slapping her palm to the reader and scanning her retina as she spoke, “Unlock, emergency code: Sierra Hotel India Tango India Sierra Golf Echo Tango Tango India November Golf Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Echo Delta Uniform Papa.”

Pinkie laughed at the code. “Good one, Luna! That’s such a perfect code!”

Luna smiled for a moment before stepping to the side, “I must warn you, if you breathe a single word of this facility to anyone that I do not specifically give permission for, Elements or not, you will be executed for treason. I do not wish to, however, so I must trust in the strengths of your wills.”

Immediately, every person in the group held their hands up and recited, “Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”

“... What?” Luna asked, completely nonplussed.

“Nobody breaks a Pinkie Promise!” Pinkie said, smiling. “So what’s this place?”

“This is a Night Shift armory, Pinkie,” a woman said from a shadowed part of the room, suiting up for the battle. “Welcome. Rest assured that if you break your oaths of secrecy, I’ll be the one sent to kill you.”

Twilight stepped forward, trying to see the figure, “Wait… Night Shift? I thought that was just a shady conspi- …… well, I suppose it obviously isn’t a conspiracy theory. More to the point, who are you?”

The woman smirked and turned around as she stepped into the light. “I believe you’ve seen me around Ponyville, Twilight.”

“Octavia!?” Twilight gasped, rearing back in surprise.

“In the flesh,” Octavia said, chuckling. “Though on duty I go by the codename String Theory. I believe you met my partner last Nightmare Night. Thunderclap. AKA Vinyl Scratch.”

“.... Wait, but… the person then… that was definitely a masculine body type… but it was still slightly androgynous…. Wait nevermind that, there are two undercover government agents living in Ponyville!?” Twilight shrieked, hands fisted in her hair, “What the fuck!?”

“Government agents that operate outside the law,” Octavia said. “Night Shift operatives answer to no one but Princess Luna. We’re outside the normal chain of command.”

“Right, right… Anyway, I assume we’re here for weapons and not just for idle chit chat, so girls… and guys… choose wisely,” Twilight waved at the group still clustered at the door, letting them spread out through the frankly massive armory.

“Roger that!” Rainbow grinned and rushed through the room, flittering from weapon to weapon until she found a large, blue scythe hung on a wall. “Sweet!”

“Ah… The Blue Rose,” Octavia said. “Both a scythe and a high caliber sniper rifle.”

“..... A what?” Rainbow asked, idly swinging the scythe around to test its weight.

“It’s also a gun,” Octavia said as she rushed over and halted the swinging. “I cannot stress enough how careful you need to be with that. If you get careless, you could kill either yourself, someone you care about, or an innocent bystander.”

“We might have a bigger problem than changelings,” a man said as he entered the room from a shadowed door. “Looks like their queen hired the Cobras.” He stepped into the light with a taller woman in tow.

“Maud!?” Pinkie gasped, “Facet!? What are you guys doing here!?” She rushed over and hugged her sister, a warhammer and a belt of grenades already strapped to her back and waist, respectively.

“Pinkie, not now. I’ll explain later. The infamous Duet the Ripper is rampaging through Canterlot. The rest of the Cobras are attacking as well. The one known as Sorrow is missing, however, despite eyewitness reports of him being present with the rest of the team.” Maud frowned, going over to a marked cubby and withdrawing a pair of revolvers and their holsters, tossing them to Facet, “Strangely enough, Duet seems to be more concerned with massacring changelings rather than regular people.”

Gilda glanced at Maud for a second. “Are you naked, lady?”

“.... Yes.”

Octavia began shaking, a look of horror stretched over her face, “No… no… not her…. not her! Oh Vinyl… Oh Vinyl…. “

“What exactly is the problem, Octavia?” Twilight asked, looking at the cellist in concern.

“Officially, Crimson Duet, AKA Duet the Ripper, died by the hands of String Theory ten years ago,” Facet explained as he loaded his revolvers. “In truth, Octavia made a different call. She brought her to Equestria, got her counseling, and an education. Vinyl’s been suppressing that side of herself for years. She has to go into battle with high grade pain inhibitors because we’ve found that if she experiences a powerful surge of pain it brings out her old Duet the Ripper personality, and then she becomes a danger to everyone around her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s carved up a few civilians that got caught in the crossfire by now.”

Octavia broke down into a fit of sobs, collapsing to the ground at the thought of her beloved wife reverting back to that monster.

Pinkie frowned as she patted Octavia on the back, “Don’t worry Tavi! We’ll get your wifey back to normal lickety split! I’m sure the two of you will be back to making sweet music together by the end of today!”

“Or I’ll end up killing Vinyl,” Facet said, twirling his revolvers in some very complicated and totally unnecessary tricks that he made look incredibly easy. “Standing orders regarding the resurgence of Duet the Ripper are to put her down if Octavia can’t manage to reason with her.” He finally holstered his revolvers. “So the Element Bearers will deal with the changeling queen, while the rest of us will focus on the Cobras, with subduing and, if necessary, killing Vinyl being priority one.”

Octavia went silent, huddling up against a wall and trying to deny the fact that Vinyl had relapsed.

Twilight stared at Octavia for a moment before shaking her head, “As bleak as that sounds, I feel like it’s not going to come to that. Nevertheless, we’re wasting time. Girls and guys, like I said, get your weapons. We’re going bug hunting.” She cracked her knuckles and grinned, her parasol at her waist and her wires floating in the air around her.

“So why’s the naked chick naked?” Gilda asked as she grabbed a sword with a bladed sheath and drew it, the blade having a gun in its design as well. She started carefully examining it to see its features. The sheath had a place to hold it to wield it as a secondary weapon.

Pinkie shrugged, taking up position behind and to the left of Twilight, “Maybe she was having sexy times with her boyfriend?”

“No, I was modeling for a painting,” Maud replied, finally pulling on a bodysuit.

Applejack looked around and decided on a pair of knee high boots with a twin barrel design protruding as a set of low wedge heels, “.... Why do I get th’feelin’ that ev’rythin’ in here’s a gun of some kind?”

Octavia finally recovered and finished her preparations, pulling on her goggles and mask, losing herself to the String Theory persona, “Because they are. Simple as that.”

“They reverse engineered my Harkonnen,” Seras explained, “and some of the R&D guys got a little, shall we say… enthusiastic.”

Facet glanced at Octavia. “That looks like a comfortable fit. It's about time they got your measurements right, String Theory.”

“Indeed it is,” Oct- no, String Theory replied, her voice still ringing hollow and emotionless.

“Speaking of zhe Harkonnen… is zhat anozher model over zhere?” Schrodinger asked, twirling a pair of trench knives.

Facet looked over at the gun in question. “The Harkonnen II 30mm semi-automatic cannon. Maximum range: four kilometers. Gross weight, 345 kilograms. Too heavy for most non-terrans to wield.”

Rarity, meanwhile, had picked up a large, golden gatling gun, using her rune gloves to lift it. Elusive remained safe on her back, layered under as many shields and runic layers as Twilight and Trixie could fit, with extra protection by Luna on the way over. “Don’t worry, Elusive, dear. Momma’s going to ruin anyone that interrupts your nappy time.”

Fluttershy giggled, picking up a long, self loading musket and a pouch full of spare shots, her eyes easily making out the runes inscribed in each one. “This one looks… interesting…”

“That’s a deceptively deadly one,” Facet said. “It’s a single shot musket, but the barrel is engraved with runes that allow the wielder to control its trajectory and makes the shots near impossible to dodge. You can even hit multiple targets with one shot.”

Fluttershy’s grin turned vicious, red bleeding into her eyes and her wings slowly becoming more leathery, “Oh fuck the hell yes….”

“The changelings have begun assuming human forms,” Facet warned.

A deep voice echoed in Fluttershy’s ears. “Your human eyes are not to be trusted,” Alucard said. “All they’ll do is lie to you. Besides, you are no longer a human. You have become so much more…”

Fluttershy frowned, “I can see them…. and I think Applejack can see through lies… but what about everyone else? How can we tell?”

Facet gestured to a collection what resembled eyepatches and picked one up, putting it on. “The Solid Eye. Zoom function in all modes, infrared vision, night vision, and can see through illusions like the disguise of a changeling. We’re paranoid like that.”

“..... Why don’t I have something like that?” Twilight asked, turning to Alucard, “Alucard, how come I never built something like that?”

“Because you have me and my third eye, my countess,” Alucard said, grinning as he felt his familiars fighting changelings throughout the city. “There’s going to be so much blood to drink when this is all over.” He darkly chuckled. “You know. This much blood might even be too much for me.”

“There is absolutely no amount of blood that is too much for you, you gluttonous vampire,” Twilight deadpanned as everyone finished grabbing weapons. “Alright people, we got a bug bitch to kill and a murderous alternate personality to lock away again! Ready?”

A chorus of nods and affirmatives met her ears.

“Then… move out!” Twilight slammed open the door to the outside, rushing down the short hallway as everyone else followed.

Twilight led the charge to the palace, kicking open the doors and slicing apart everything that got in her way, her hands lit up with multiple colors as her wires channeled her spells into dazzling arcs of mana, lighting up the halls with crescent shaped blasts of elemental spells, lasers, cutting spells, and darker magics.

Rarity, in her usual grace, was not running, but strutting across the battlefield, her rune enhanced reflexes making it easy to defend against any changelings that attacked her, sensing her limitless love for her son. Imagine her surprise that the huge gatling gun could compact into a rather fashionable studded purse. One changeling managed to jostle her just a bit too much before she took him down. She frowned as she heard Elusive stir and express displeasure at being woken. “You just disturbed my son’s nap.” She spit and put on her sunglasses. “Prepare to die.”

Most of the remaining changelings around Rarity immediately fled, only to be cut down by a massive hailstorm of bullets coming from Rarity’s gatling gun. The few survivors attempted to crawl away, only to fall limply to the ground as a single bullet arced impossibly around the area and shot through each of their heads in a spray of gore.

“No fair, Fluttershy! Leave something for me!” Rainbow cried, throwing a teasing glare at Fluttershy, who opted to take the high road and simply hover above most of the fighting.

“I fucking love this sword!” Gilda proclaimed as she used the blade and sheath together before shifting the sword into a gun with a kama blade configuration and shot several changelings before getting an idea. Grabbing the long cord attached to the gun, she started spinning it around like a flail, using carefully placed shots to make it go faster.

“I fucking love this scythe!” Rainbow retorted, zipping around the room at blinding speed and using her scythe’s bullet’s to propel her even faster, adding power to her swings and letting her perform an impressive display of combat acrobatics even as she sliced and blasted through the changelings around her.

Anderson stood menacingly over a group of changelings. “I am a servant of God. An agent of divine punishment on Earth. I am called upon to cut away the flesh of infidels, and remove from the earth all those who defy God,” he intoned as he crossed his bayonets. “AAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEN!!!” he yelled as he charged, cutting through the changelings in his path like butter.

Schrodinger spun around, his hands on Pinkie’s ankles as she held out her hammer, smashing through changelings with reckless abandon, lightly kicking Schrodinger’s wrist to get him to release her, launching off like a spinning pink wheel of death while Schrodinger flashed around the battlefield and slit the throats of several changelings, both of them laughing madly the whole time. Explosions rocked the battle field as Pinkie soared through the air like a human boomerang, launching grenades with pinpoint accuracy even through her spinning.

Crimson dodged a blow from a man in a lab coat, the man’s eyes half-lidded seemingly out of boredom. “Come on come on! Fight harder old man!” The man offered no response, a simple layer of fractal stars bursting into existence around him as he launched each paper thin layer of mana at Crimson.

With a flourish, Crimson’s magic covered her sword, the natural vibrations held within it amplifying the high frequency nature of the blade to a ridiculous degree, letting her slice through the magical fractal shuriken and strike out at the man, bisecting him over and over as Crimson’s arms became a high speed blur. She kicked him in the chest, splattering his finely chopped chunks all over the street, an expression of agony and horror forever etched into what remained of his face.

“You’re as deadly as ever, Duet the Ripper,” Facet said as he walked toward her, his sheathed sword clenched in his left hand as rune tattoos glowed over his body. “I would expect nothing less from you.”

Crimson smirked, dredging up information from her formerly dominant personality, “Well well well… if it isn’t Facet the Sculptor… will you provide a good fight for me? Or will I have to bathe in your blood?”

“You haven’t managed to bathe in my blood yet,” Facet retorted, smirking in turn. “You know, I find your flare ups annoying, but you really are a worthy opponent, Duet.” He flicked his sword from its sheath a bit with his thumb right before dashing at Crimson in a blue blur, drawing his sword in the same movement as he slashed at her waist.

Crimson huffed in amusement, easily blocking Facet’s strike and twisting, slamming her knee and elbow together to trap his blade while she flipped back to disarm him, slashing out with Benihime as she did so.

Facet flashed to the side to evade Benihime as he telekinetically directed Suigetsu to twirl through the air and attack Crimson from behind as Facet aimed a blunt strike at her head with the magicite and diamond inlaid sheath.

“Did you really think that’d work on another aetherial?” Crimson asked, almost audibly rolling her eyes as she halted Suigetsu’s advance with her own telekinesis, using the natural frequency of her magic to erode away at Facet’s control while she blocked his sheath with Benihime’s hilt, perfectly lining up both surfaces so that the sheath stopped without slipping.

Facet smirked as a pair of stone hands shot up and grabbed Crimson’s ankles, pulling her underground up to her neck. “Still so short sighted, Crimson,” he chided as he took back Suigetsu and elegantly sheathed it. “A fight is never a goal in and of itself. Sometimes it’s merely a distraction from the true goal, and best countered with a larger distraction. Don’t you think, my dear?” he asked as Maud emerged from the ground beside him.

“Indeed,” Maud replied, kneeling down and picking up Benihime, “the last time you were in a situation like this, Crimson, I believe that String Theory left some unfinished business behind. Specifically… your head still being attached.”

“But she’s not here right now,” Facet said. “Perhaps we should finish what String Theory started. What do you think, Maud?”

“You’re not finishing jack fuckin’ squat, loverboy!” Pain called out, a barrage of exploding insects slamming into the ground around and near Facet and Maud, both of them only coming out intact by simple virtue of Maud raising a wall around them. “She’s my kill! And if I have to kill you madaxda shire to get my kill, then more fun for me!” She cackled wildly, hopping down from the roof she stood on and landing in front of Crimson, “Now, where were we oh beautiful traitorous boss of mine?”

The stone wall came down right before a gunshot rang out, the bullet flying straight for the back of Pain’s head as she was distracted by Crimson’s predicament. Pain whirled around a half second too late, catching the bullet to her temple and out the other side of her head. She spun around as she fell, a last shriek of pain tearing from her throat as she died.

Or, that is, her doppelganger died. Hundreds of thousands of insects crawled out of what remained of Pain’s old carapace, the real one already behind Facet and Maud with another cloud of explosive insects hovering around her. “Nice shot, killing my doppelganger. Too bad for you that was a fake, bitches!”

A knife with a red hot blade flew through the air straight at Pain’s throat, courtesy of Crimson, who had managed to free her arm by using her magic’s vibrations to reduce the stone around her to gravel, allowing her to dig herself free.

Pain yelped and fell back, the knife only scoring a line across her cheek as she dodged, “If you wanted to fight with fire, you should have just asked! Fury! Light her up!” Fury’s roar echoed over the rooftops as the man in question came down from above, his flamethrower blasting at the ground at full burst, spraying an endless stream of flaming fuel all over the area.

Sweating from the intense heat, Facet acted quickly, reaching out with his magic for the water that flowed through the pipes that ran throughout Canterlot, providing water from the massive reservoirs kept inside the mountain. Drawing it up, water burst from the ground and flowed around the area, dousing the flames and creating a massive cloud of steam.

A cacophony of turret fire and missiles blasted out of the cloud at Fury from where Crimson had been standing. A burst of telekinesis cleared the cloud, revealing a large, bipedal tank like UG, with Crimson standing on top of it. “Fury. Pain. Meet Droptek!”

“.... Well that ain’t fair at all,” Pain muttered, slowly backing away while preparing more insects. Fury grumbled his affirmative, hefting his flamethrower as he prepared to cover their retreat.

Facet formed a dragon from the collected water and sent it at the two Cobras. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re war criminals, and we’re bringing you down.”

Pain dodged out of the way, vaulting onto Fury’s shoulders and flipping into the air. Fury himself stood his ground, his suit glowing bright white and instantly vaporizing the water while also blowing it away from him.

Crimson jumped through the steam cloud with Benihime poised to run Fury through. Fury backpedaled, tripping over a loose bit of rubble and stumbling, Benihime avoiding his stomach and instead embedding deep between his ribs, slicing straight through his heart and piercing out the other side. “One down.” Crimson ripped Benihime from his corpse and tossed it away with telekinesis as it burst into white flames that reduced it to ash.

Pain grimaced, shooting Crimson an enraged glare, “Well if I didn’t think you were a traitorous bitch before…” She flew away, a massive cloud of insects slamming down around the ground and detonating, covering her escape and flinging her deeper into Canterlot.

Crimson was knocked back into the wall that shielded Facet and Maud. “That bitch dies next,” she muttered as she got to her feet, shaking her head as she noticed someone out the corner of her eye. “Who’s there?!” she demanded as she pointed Benihime at the figure.

“Half as long…” String Theory muttered, striding forth with her gauntlets sparking wildly.

Crimson smirked. “Twice as bright.” She flourished Benihime. “Was wondering when you’d turn up, String Theory.”

“I thought about coming earlier, but I figured I might as well take some time to prepare some witticisms to use against you.” String Theory stretched casually, runes glowing brightly across her body, “Then again, they might not even work well against you, what with your brain being as dull as your blade is sharp.”

“What was that?!” Crimson snarled, gripping Benihime tighter.

“A ‘sick burn’ as they call it. What, does relapsing into your current personality reverse your intelligence along with your hair and eye color?” String Theory strutted forward as she taunted Crimson, almost casually belittling the terrorist.

Crimson trembled in rage. “You bitch!” she screamed as she dashed at her, aiming to cut String Theory in half.

“Tsk tsk, predictable,” String Theory teased, easily slipping under the sloppy blow and striking out, redirecting Crimson’s momentum and piledriving her into the ground.

Crimson gripped the ground and sent vibrations through it to around String Theory’s feet. “My turn!” she snarled as she wrapped her feet around String Theory’s neck and started squeezing. String Theory convulsed as she choked for air, falling to the ground and attempting to roll over while clamping her gauntlets to a specific point in Crimson’s armor- the point where her heel met the sole of her boot.

Specifically, an area where there was no insulation from electrical shocks.

Crimson screamed in agony as electricity coursed through her body, the exosuit going into failsafe mode and deactivating, leaving her exposed. Still lacking her shorts from when Sorrow removed them. She fell limp, twitching somewhat. “Fuck…” Her hair slowly faded from scarlet to electric blue. “Tavi…”

“Vinyl!” Octavia cried, gathering Vinyl into her arms and fussing over her, ignoring the battle still going on around her. “Are you alright!? I didn’t hurt you too badly did I?”

“I’ll live,” Vinyl muttered as she buried her face in Octavia’s chest, sobbing. “I’m sorry, Tavi! I-I had to let her out! Sorrow was… He was going to rape me, Tavi! Letting her out was all I could do!”

Octavia rubbed Vinyl’s back tenderly as she whispered sweet nothings in her ear, “There there, love. You’re safe now… you’re safe now and I won’t let anything touch you like that ever again.”

Vinyl slowly calmed down and wiped her tears as she got to her feet. “Come on. We’ve still got a job to do.” She summoned her exosuit and picked up Benihime, sheathing it and drawing the katana sheathed on her back in her left hand. “Let’s get back to it.”

“Nice to see that I didn’t have to rip your head off,” Maud nodded, cracking her neck and knuckles as she dragged Facet out from behind the wall she made earlier.

“Why are you dragging me, dear?” Facet asked as he pushed Maud’s hand off his shoulder and brushed his coat to smooth it out.

“Because you were taking too long to reload. Why don’t you switch to a semi-automatic?” Maud rolled her eyes, looking off towards the castle, “Anyway, we should keep moving.”

“Revolvers are classy,” Facet said as he twirled his gun. “Besides, semi-automatics may reload faster, but with more moving parts, they can jam. Revolvers don’t jam.” He holstered the gun and smirked at Maud. “And why do you, the one that prefers to fight bare handed, care what gun I use?”

Maud shrugged, “Because I don’t want you do die before you can reload.”

“If I don’t have time to reload, I switch to Suigetsu,” Facet said. “You worry too much, my dearest. Now then. Let’s hunt some snakes, shall we?”

“We shall.”

“We’ll come with you,” Octavia spoke up, her hand firmly around Vinyl’s waist. “It’s not like we have anything better to do.”

Alucard chuckled to himself as he accompanied the girls into the throne room, armed with the Elements of Harmony as they confronted Chrysalis. “Chrissy! We’re back!”

“Oh this is just precious…” Chrysalis chuckled, her hands still smoking from where she had blasted Celestia into a crater mere moments before. “I just defeated Princess Celestia and have the strongest barrier mage in all of Equestria under my command! How do you think you’re going to defeat me?”

“Well let’s do a headcount, shall we?” Twilight asked. “My boyfriend, the vampire king. A somewhat homicidal priest that loves to kill dark creatures, several goddesses, a catman that cannot die period, an organization full of master assassins, and then there’s me and my dear friends and girlfriend. The bearers of the Elements of Harmony. Which consists of a farm girl with some fucking strong kicks who’s also a living lie detector, a fledgling vampire that can send her bullets anywhere and make a creature her bitch by glaring at it, a reality warping party girl that can tell the future with her seizures, a fashionista with breathtaking anger management issues, a speed demon that’s surprisingly good with a gun scythe despite having no prior experience with guns, and of course, there’s me: the sexiest and future vampire queen.”

Chrysalis growled, “I have an army!”

“And we have jewelry that turned the Lord of Chaos into a golf ball,” Twilight retorted as she lit a cigar. “By the way. That army of yours? It’s dying in the streets.”

“W-what!?” Chrysalis cried, her eyes glowing green as she realized that barely a tenth of her original forces remained still alive and connected to the Hivemind.

“Let’s do this, girls!” Twilight said as the Elements activated, sending their rainbow beam at the stunned changeling queen. Though she would get a nicer treatment since Twilight was sure Cadance would feel merciful.

“No! No! NOOOOOOO!” Chrysalis cried as the Elements’ light washed over her and erupted into a massive rainbow wave that splashed through the city, infecting every changeling with its light and cocooning them in bright swirls of light.

Pain sensed and saw the rainbow coming. “Oh fuck this!” She severed her connection to the Hivemind and beat a hasty retreat, flying as fast as her wings could carry her out of the city. Every moment the distance between her and the rainbow closed. “Get away! Get away! Get away! Get away!” she screamed, escaping its range just before it would have caught her. She turned and hovered as she caught her breath. Then she started laughing. “Fuck you and you friendship beam!” She noticed Sorrow come up to her. “Your plan backfired, Sorrow! Fury is dead! By Crimson’s hands!”

Sorrow smirked, “Well within predictions. After all, the method I used to wake our fearless leader was a bit… traumatizing. And besides, can you honestly tell me that you liked that fire spitting asshole?”

Pain laughed. “You’re right! I’m glad he’s pushin’ up daisies!” She glared at Sorrow again. “She tried to kill me on sight. You predicted she’d lead us again, right? What was your method of waking her anyway?”

“Tried to rape her,” Sorrow admitted without a single regret, casually stuffing his hands in his pockets, “Nothing special.”

“You tried to rape her, huh?” Pain asked. “Somehow, that’s really something I’d expect from Fear. Anyways, let’s grab Fear and End. This job’s a bust. And you didn’t answer my other question.”

“Hmm, I’ll admit, I didn’t expect her connections to these… people to be so strong. And please, you know that my methods are far more tolerable than that gore fucking necrophiliac. At least I can control when my pants come off.” Sorrow chuckled, “Remember the time when he tore his pants off in the middle of a fight so he could dry hump the woman we were supposed to assassinate?”

Pain clenched her gut as she laughed at the memory. “Crimson kicked his ass so hard that night!” She became a bit more somber. “You know we have to kill her now, right? She chose them over us.”

Sorrow’s expression fell as he took to the air, “Yeah… it’s going to be a tough one, though…. Despite her reaction to me at first… she’s only gotten better these past ten years…”

“Yeah. And that Night Shift group gave her some impressive tech,” Pain said. “This ain’t gonna be easy. She was always the strongest of us. Maybe she’ll kill us instead.”

“Would that not be a truly spectacular way for the Cobras to end? A poetically ironic death at the hands of our once so faithful leader… It would be a story for the ages….” Sorrow grinned again, turning to look at the city.

Pain chuckled. “It would be one hell of a way to go, I’ll admit.” She grinned at him. “Are you wanting to die by her hand? Want the little psycho bitch you love to kill you, Sorrow?”

Sorrow nodded, “It would be the greatest of joys and the greatest of sorrows all at once.”

“You and your melodrama,” Pain said with a roll of her eyes. “What is it with you and her brand of carnage anyway?”

“I don’t know. It sings to me, her blade, her eyes, the blood she spills… it is truly the most beautiful sight I have ever seen in my life…” Sorrow paused, “Or rather, unlife.”

“Vampires…” Pain muttered. “All blood and gore with you people.”

Twilight puffed her cigar as she stood over the prone Chrysalis. “Feel better?”

Chrysalis slowly stood, her skin having paled from a near black to a healthy tan, her tattered and patchy hair restored to a full set of turquoise green curls, Even the holes dotting her carapace had simply shrunk, filling in and becoming grayish spots against the black chitin. “I… yes… I…. I feel better than I have in centuries! W-what awesome power that the Elements of Harmony have…. I…. I’m sorry for all that I’ve done…” She sank back to her knees, dropping her face into her hands, “I-I only wanted to make sure my hive was fed and happy! I was so desperate…. a changeling’s physical appearance only becomes more monstrous with a lack of Love to feed on…. it makes feeding after a dry spell so difficult… our magic turns parasitic…. I’m so, so sorry….”

Twilight felt her heart gripped by pity for the changeling queen. “Were all those changelings out there your children?”

“Yes…” Chrysalis sniffled, “and now… so many of them are gone forever….”

Twilight felt her cigar fall from her lips. They had massacred a mother’s children. Children that said mother only wanted to feed. For the first time in years, Twilight felt like a monster. She knelt down and hugged the grieving Chrysalis. “I think I understand your motive. You were desperate to provide for your children. I’m going to be a mother myself. I think if our roles were reversed, I might have done the same thing.”

Chrysalis sobbed pitifully, her now rounded and full wings fluttering in distress, “I… I caused this… I planned the attack… I… I killed thousands of my own children….”

Twilight hugged her closer and looked to Cadance with a silent request for help.

Cadance stepped forward, kneeling down and hugging Chrysalis as well, opening the floodgates and causing every female in the immediate vicinity to simultaneously glomp Chrysalis into a massive group hug.

“Even though so much blood has been spilled, we hope you’ll let us try to make amends,” Rarity said, smiling at Elusive as he reached out to Chrysalis. “Perhaps you’d like to meet my son?”

Chrysalis looked at Elusive in wonder as she reached out to hold him, gently supporting the child against her breast, “I… I am honored to…. to receive this chance….. thank you… thank you so much.”

Around them, all the changelings still alive stood, now looking less monstrous and more human, looking noticeably more whole and less tattered, each one kneeling down in reverence. Across the city, this scene repeated itself, each changeling kneeling straight in the direction of the wedding hall.

Twilight looked at Cadance. “So… What now? I mean… The Elements did their work, but there’s still a lot of battle damage.”

Cadance sighed, “Reconstruction, that’s about it. Build a memorial to those lost in battle, changeling and human…. find a place to house the remaining changelings…”

Celestia nodded, idly rubbing her slightly burned hands, “Indeed. I believe the caves underneath Canterlot itself would have enough space to house a Hive, don’t you think?”

Chrysalis looked up and nodded slowly, “It… the caves are large enough to host a good sized hive, yes…”

Twilight was about to say something when several of her golems entered the room. “Why did they come in here now?”

“..... Twilight…. what are those?” Celestia asked, shooting a suspicious glance at Twilight, “and why exactly do they smell like necromancy?”

Twilight chuckled nervously. “Because they’re necromantic golems?” She rubbed the back of her head. “I’ve been storing them in the caverns.”

Celestia dropped her face into her hand, hissing slightly at the contact, “Twilight… I specifically forbade you from necromancy for a reason…. where… where have you even been getting the souls for this!?”

“The death row inmates you fed to Alucard three times a day for twelve years,” Twilight said. “He’s a really bad influence.”

“.... Well at least I know we didn’t lose anyone important,” Celestia muttered before pausing and sinking to the floor in horrified realization, “Oh gods above even I’ve been corrupted by Alucard!”

Alucard started laughing at that. “Looks that way, Celestia! Well then, better get started on cleanup. Besides. I’m famished.” He lifted his right hand and curled his pinkie and ring fingers as the sigil on his glove glowed red. The spilled blood throughout Canterlot began flowing toward him in rivers, being absorbed into his body. “Now that’s hitting the spot!”

“Alucard, maybe you’re being a tad insensitive?” Fluttershy asked. “Most of that blood is from Chrysalis’ children.”

“... Oh, right.” Alucard shrugged and stopped absorbing the blood, letting it splatter and create a huge mess all over the floor, “Eh, tasted like crap anyway. Not really worth much.”

Chrysalis glared at Alucard. “Those are my children you’re so casually talking about, vampire. Besides, I’d feel more offended if you didn’t drink their blood. We changelings eat our dead.”

Twilight blinked, “Really? Well, I mean, I suppose that it’s more efficient to use all available resources… Still a bit… disturbing, now that I think about it.”

Celestia sighed and strode up to Twilight, hooking a finger in her collar and dragging Twilight away, “Anyway, Twilight, you and I need to have a long talk about your… practices.”

“My practices helped me find Cadance in time, Princess!” Twilight protested. “And protected Ponyville from Nightmare Moon’s ghouls while the girls, Alucard, and I found the Elements!”

“Be that as it may, necromancy is forbidden for a reason, Twilight. I can only be glad that the natural corruption present within all necromantic magic has not reached your mind.” Celestia sighed, placing a hand on Twilight’s shoulder, “If you won’t stop, please, at least try not to use anymore necromancy than really necessary.”

“Necromancy is not naturally corruptive, Princess,” Twilight said. “Spike is proof of that. I lied when I was explaining what he is. He’s actually a dracolich. I went all tabula rasa on a death row inmate’s soul while using his biomass to animate Spike’s bones. Most necromancers simply go mad with power trying to raise an army of zombies. I however, have only brought Spike back from the dead, and prefer my more durable and versatile golems over zombies.”

Celestia sighed, “I had figured as such when I first laid eyes on him, but I held my tongue. But perhaps you’re right. Well, I suppose you may continue your necromancy, but please remain careful. And don’t ever use the souls of the innocent.”

Twilight looked Celestia straight in the eyes. “I would never use the souls of innocent people for my magic. I’m not a monster.”

“And I am forever thankful for that, Twilight,” Celestia smiled and hugged Twilight, “We have a lot of reconstruction work to do, and unfortunately, that will have to wait as well. I have received reports that the terrorist group known as ‘The Cobras’ is still loose in the city, despite the death of one of their members.”

“The Cobras have fled the city,” Facet said as he, Maud, Octavia, and Vinyl entered the room. “It seems they each have runes on their bodies that destroy them after death. We’ve confirmed the death of the one called The Fury, though the rest remain at large. In addition, Duet the Ripper was successfully suppressed.”

Luna nodded, “Excellent work. Reconstruction work shall begin immediately. Now, I believe we had a wedding to finish?”

Cadance perked up and gently elbowed Shining Armor’s side with a lecherous grin. “You know, Shiny, now that she’s well fed, Chrysalis is pretty hot. And she’s a shapeshifter too.”

“.... Are you implying what I think you’re implying, Cadance,” Shining Armor asked, a slightly worried look entering his eyes.

Twilight sidled up to her brother’s opposite side. “She’s right, BBBFF. Think about it. Any fantasy you want.”

Chrysalis spoke up, protesting, “Don’t I get a say in this!?”

“You mean you don’t want to be part of a menage a troi with a love goddess and the handsome, husky groom you’ve been spending so much quality time with lately?” Twilight asked. “Think about it. You married to a love goddess and the man with so much love you were able to beat Princess Celestia in a straight fight. You and your hive will never go hungry again.”

“.... Good point,” Chrysalis nodded, “the benefits clearly outweigh the drawbacks…. And though he is a massive dork… he’s also very handsome… and has a huge co-”

“OKAY CHANGING THE SUBJECT NOW!” Twilight flailed, not needing nor wanting to hear about the size of her brother’s… love muscle.

“Well, Shiny?” Cadance asked as she stepped in front of him with that same grin on her face, inviting Chrysalis to stand beside her with a gesture. Which the changeling queen accepted, taking Cadance’s form for fun as she gave him that same lascivious grin. “Well?” they purred together in a seductive tone.

“....” Shining Armor gulped and held his hands over his crotch, “.... I… I might need to go to the hospital after tonight….”

“Oh you’ll be fine, Shiny!” Alucard assured him as he kept absorbing the blood in the city. “Think of it this way. You get to marry a love goddess and a changeling queen. You’ve got some serious envy coming your way, man.”

“.....” Shining Armor sighed and relented, “Yeah, I guess I do…. well, at least I’m already in my tux…”

“Zhen let’s get zhe vedding back on track!” Schrodinger exclaimed. “Pinkie vorked very hard on zhe reception!”

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join Captain Shining Armor and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza in holy matrimony,” Anderson solemnly intoned, a bible in his hands despite the lack of Christianity in Equestria. “Under the blessings of Princesses Celestia and Luna, and under the watchful eyes of Triton, Ouroboros, Zephyr, and Geb, I hereby bless this union in the name of love. Captain Armor, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Shining Armor answered with no hesitation, smiling at Cadance as he said it.

Anderson grinned and nodded at Cadance, “Princess Cadenza, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Cadance answered, returning Shining Armor’s smile with one of her own as she stared into his eyes.

“Then under the authority granted to me by Princess Celestia herself, I pronounce you man and wi- oh! Skipped straight to the kiss, eh?” Anderson chuckled as Shining Armor and Cadance kissed passionately in front of him, tapping his foot lightly as they passed the two minute mark. “Alright alright you two, we get it, you’re in love. But please, come up for air sometime, would you?”

“Any bets on vhen zhey come up for air?” Schrodinger asked, looking around. “Anyvone?”

“Five bits say they take another five minutes,” Twilight muttered.

“Accepted!” Schrodinger chirped, his ears twitching as he grinned.

Pinkie poked her head in, “I got five bits on six minutes!”

“Seven minutes,” Alucard chimed in, adding to the pool.

Schrodinger grinned, “You’re on!”

Seven minutes of furious kissing ensued, after which Cadance and Shining Armor broke apart, panting heavily and smelling of arousal.

“I win!” Alucard called, collecting his bits with a grin.

Shining Armor hugged Cadance close, smiling as he felt her bust press against him. “Can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered in her ear as he lifted her enough to press his bulge against her.

“Ahem,” Anderson cut in, “if you would save those activities for later….”

The newlyweds broke apart with equally bright blushes. “Sorry,” they muttered together.

“Aaaanyway, Captain Armor, if you would take your place again? Princess Cadenza, if you would have a seat?” Anderson adjusted his glasses and hefted his bible again as the organs began playing once again.

Shining Armor stepped back into place, smiling at Cadance before turning his gaze toward his rather unexpected second bride.

Chrysalis walked demurely down the aisle, her black wedding dress shimmering under the lights. She kept her head low, slowly raising it as she walked until she stood in front of Shining Armor, looking directly into his eyes with a quiet smile and a blush on her face.

Shining Armor smiled back at her, not blinking as he looked into her eyes. She was as beautiful as Cadance, honestly.

“Dearly beloved, we are still gathered here today to join Captain Shining Armor and Queen Chrysalis in holy matrimony,” Anderson solemnly intoned once more. “Under the blessings of Princesses Celestia and Luna, and under the watchful eyes of Triton, Ouroboros, Zephyr, and Geb, I hereby bless this union in the name of love. Captain Armor, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Shining Armor answered, his smile at Chrysalis widening ever so slightly.

Anderson nodded and turned to Chrysalis, “Queen Chrysalis, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Chrysalis answered, half lidding her eyes as she put her hands on Shining Armor’s shoulder.

“Then under the authority granted to me by Princess Celestia herself, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” Anderson adjusted his glasses as he stepped back, closing his bible.

Shining Armor pulled Chrysalis into his arms and deeply kissed her, running his fingers through her hair.

Chrysalis kissed back, her arms around Shining Armor’s waist as she pressed against him. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, lengthening it to wrap around his tongue.

Shining Armor pressed her closer to him as his tongue danced with hers, slipping it into her mouth while gripping the back of her head slightly, his bulge pressing against her crotch and throbbing enough that she could feel it through her dress.

“Ahem.” Anderson skillfully cockblocked, raising an eyebrow at both Shining Armor and Chrysalis, “If you hadn’t noticed, we still have another ceremony to conduct. Captain, if you would take a seat? Princess Cadenza, if you would take your previous place?”

Shining Armor swapped places with Cadance, winking at her as he passed her and sat down.

Cadance grinned at Chrysalis, their dresses contrasting quite beautifully.

Anderson sighed and once more opened his bible, his hair now slightly askew and his robes a tad rumpled, “Dearly beloved, we are once again gathered here today to join Princess Mi Amore Cadenza and Queen Chrysalis in holy matrimony. Under the blessings of Princesses Celestia and Luna, and under the watchful eyes of Triton, Ouroboros, Zephyr, and Geb, I hereby bless this union in the name of love. Princess Cadenza, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Cadance answered, practically undressing Chrysalis with her eyes.

Anderson noticed Cadance’s stare and sighed under his breath, turning to Chrysalis and asking, “Queen Chrysalis, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? In sickness and in health, in wealth and in poverty, for better or for worse, until death do you part?”

“I do,” Chrysalis answered, licking her lips in anticipation of the kiss that would seal their marriage.

“Then under the authority granted to me by Princess Celestia herself, I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss,” Anderson stood back and straightened out his robes, carefully shielding his eyes from what was to come.

Cadance slammed her lips into Chrysalis’ and shoved her tongue into her mouth, pressing their chests together.

Several of the men in the audience immediately stood and cheered, only to be pulled down harshly by their significant others. The ones not pulled down were subject to intense glares from the nearby females.

And then there were the women who got up and cheered, Twilight, Fluttershy, and Vinyl being chief among them. Luna had stood as well, though she only offered a subdued clapping.

Cadance finally broke the kiss and giggled as she telekinetically pulled Shining Armor over so that she and Chrysalis could hold him between them, their chests holding his arms.

Shining Armor gulped, “Ah, ladies, as much as this is fun…. we still have a reception to get to….”

Alucard held Twilight and Fluttershy against him as they did their own little three person dance. “So… Two new sisters, eh Sugarlips?”

Twilight smiled, “Yeah, it’s pretty sweet. I get to tell Chrysalis all about Shining’s embarrassing moments~”

“Like all those times you kicked his ass in training,” Alucard said. “Or when you kicked his ass especially hard for forgetting to knock while you were getting dressed after a shower.”

“Or that time when he kicked his own ass one winter while trying to ski!” Twilight giggled.

“Speaking of the newlyweds, where are they?” Alucard asked, looking around for them.

“Cadance, are you sure we should be doing this?” Shining Armor whispered, carefully keeping himself hidden under the massive amount of thankfully closely placed buffet tables. “It’s a bit… scandalous….”

“I know. Isn’t it exciting?” Cadance answered in the same whisper as she pecked him on the lips. “I know someone’s really excited,” she purred as she squeezed and rubbed his throbbing bulge. “I spiked the wine too.”

“Oh gods Cadance you didn’t….” Shining Armor groaned, “we’re going to get in so much trouble for that… Hey, by the way, where’s Chrysa-whoa there!” He jerked slightly as Chrysalis shimmered into view beside him, her hand already shoved into his pants.

“We’ll be fine, Shiny,” Cadance purred in Shining Armor’s ear as she unzipped his pants and deeply kissed him, guiding his hands to her chest as she pushed her tongue into his mouth.

Shining Armor kissed Cadance back passionately, groaning as he felt Chrysalis begin stroking his shaft. With a flick of his thumb, a privacy shell erected itself and shielded the three from view and hearing.

Cadance giggled and pulled the front of her dress down as she broke the kiss. “You miss my big titties, honey?” she asked while jiggling her mounds for him. “I know you’re still a boob man.” She shoved his face into her chest and joined Chrysalis in stroking him.

“You know it babe,” Shining Armor grinned and buried his face in Cadance’s cleavage, groping and stroking both breasts as he breathed in her scent.

Cadance moaned and pressed him closer to her. “My nipples are so hard, Shiny. You know I love when you suck on them.” She guided one of his hands under her dress to her pantyless core.

Shining Armor grinned, squeezing both of Cadance’s breasts together and suckling on both nipples at once. His other hand pressed forward, gently cupping Cadance’s bare sex and stroking it, teasing at her clitoris and gently touching at her inner folds.

Chrysalis moaned as she rubbed against Shining Armor. “Don’t forget about me,” she purred as she went down and slowly engulfed his shaft in her mouth, moaning as she started sucking him off.

“D-damn!” Shining Armor groaned, bucking his hips slightly, “Cadance… holy crap…. Chrysalis is- damn! That tongue!”

Chrysalis grinned against him as she kept gently sucking him, her tongue stretching and reaching spots no human tongue could hope to reach while Cadance hiked her dress up and pulled her outer lips open with her legs spread. “Come here and lick my pussy, Shiny.”

Shining Armor grinned and guided Cadance’s hips forward, bringing her clean shaven pussy to his lips. He began licking, periodically suckling on her clitoris and letting his tongue enter her depths.

Cadance moaned and wrapped her thighs around his head. “Oh Shiny. That feels so good, Shiny.” She pressed his face harder against her snatch as Chrysalis started sucking a bit harder while deepthroating him, her lips, tongue, and throat all working together to pleasure her husband.

Shining Armor grinned and shifted slightly, motioning for Chrysalis to turn around. As she turned, he gently started fingering her, squeezing at her clitoris and stroking her labia.

Chrysalis gasped as he did, her moans sending vibrations up and down his cock as she worked her inhuman flexibility to give Shining Armor better access to her soaking snatch.

A hand grabbed the camera and turned it away from the trio of newlyweds. “Let’s give zhem some privacy, nein? Focus around on zhe rest of zhe party.” Schrodinger grinned into the camera with twitching ears as he sipped some wine.

Pinkie’s nose twitched, “Hey, didn’t the previous narration say that Cadance spiked the wine….?” She grinned at Schrodinger and took a long, overly-sexual gulp of her own wine, setting the empty glass down beside her, “Well, let’s see how well the wine’s been spiked, huh?”

Schrodinger grinned and drained the rest of his wine, setting the glass beside Pinkie’s. “Name zhe place, meine liebe,” he purred as he pulled her into his arms, quite purposefully pressing her chest against him. “You look extra radiant tonight, Pinkie.”

“Hmmm….. Princess Celestia’s room! It must have the best bed in aaaaaallllll of Equestria!” Pinkie pressed against Schrodinger further, her hand grasping his crotch, “Whaddaya think, Schrody? Wanna christen the Princess’ room?”

Schrodinger closed his eyes and lightly moaned as he throbbed in her hand. “I sink…” He pushed her down onto Celestia’s bed and deeply kissed her as he held her close, squeezing one of her breasts as his tongue pushed past her lips, finally breaking the kiss after a couple of minutes. “Zhat is a vonderful idea.” He kissed her again and started peeling her dress off.

Pinkie looked towards the camera and shooed it away, giving it a swift kick into the next scene.

Mac held Trixie close as they danced, a beautiful contrast between them in terms of height and color, amongst other details. He looked down at her with a faint smile, swaying in time and leading Trixie across the dance floor.

Trixie smiled up at him as she stared into his eyes. “You’ve become quite the dancer, my sweet Mac,” she complimented as she pressed against him and nuzzled his chest, teasingly pressing her chest against his own.

“All cuz you decided t’help me along, Trixie,” Mac grinned, slipping his hand perhaps just a tad lower than proper down her back. “Ah never did give you an appropriate thank you fer that.”

Trixie grinned back as she rubbed her chest against him in response to his slipping hand. “And just what sort of thank you did you have in mind, my love?” she asked as she half lidded her eyes and parted her lips ever so slightly, bringing attention to her light purple lipstick.

Mac gulped and silently prayed that the box in his jacket would go unnoticed until the proper time. “Well, Trixie, you’ll find out later t’night.”

“But what if I want a little something right now?” Trixie asked, giving him that sexy pout that he couldn’t resist as she slowly lifted her knee and rubbed it against his bulge. “Shall I get us some wine?”

“Ah, yeah, that’d be great, Trixie. Thanks,” Mac sighed in relief as Trixie left to grab some wine. If she had gone just a little further, well, he had already drank a few glasses earlier and knew all too well that it was spiked.

Trixie returned with two glasses of wine. Her own in her hand, and his in her telekinetic grip. “Here you are, my sweet,” she purred before slowly drinking hers, swallowing in such a way that she drew attention to her generous cleavage with each gulp. Cleavage that seemed larger than usual, straining against her dress.

Mac gulped again, taking the wine and draining it in one go to soothe his suddenly parched throat. He idly realised that his pants felt about two sizes too small in the pelvic department.

Trixie took the glasses and set them aside before casting a veil over herself and Mac. To onlookers, they appeared to still be swaying and staring into each other's eyes. Underneath it, she was slowly unzipping his pants.

“Trixie… Ah don’ rightly think that’s an a-appropriate thing t’be doin’ right now…” Mac mumbled, slowly moving the both of them towards the nearest exit.

“We’re under one of my masterful veils, darling,” Trixie purred as she fished his rod out of his pants and started stroking it. “No one knows I’ve got my fingers wrapped around your huge friend right now. And he seems much bigger than usual.”

“‘Think th’wine’s spiked,” Mac muttered, “Made yer breasts bigger too. ‘N I don’ mean t’doubt, but just in case, wanna get outta here?”

“Lead the way, my darling,” Trixie purred before deeply kissing Mac, pushing her tongue into his mouth and stroking him harder as her juices flowed down her thighs in ever growing rivers.

“Alucard, have you noticed that a good chunk of the guests have excused themselves after drinking maybe two or three glasses of wine?” Twilight asked, casually sitting down and swirling her own glass. “It’s probably because Cadance spiked the wine again, actually. My mage sight is registering it as glowing pink, so that’s an obvious tell.”

Alucard chuckled as he held Twilight close. “Probably wanted to make a distraction so that the newlyweds could slip away for some fun. I predict a major baby boom from tonight. What with the whole fertility goddess thing that Cadance has going on.”

Twilight sighed, “The last time this happened was what, five years ago? She got in so much trouble for that… it’s probably gonna be worse this time around….”

“It most likely will, Twilight Sparkle,” Luna purred as she wrapped her arms around Twilight’s neck from behind, obviously sloshed from the wine, given how much curvier she was. Her breasts were nearly as big as Fluttershy’s, and she reeked of arousal.

“Princess Luna? A-Gods above did Cadance use her breast enhancement spell on the wine too!?” Twilight half-shrieked, noticing the changes to Luna’s bust. She blushed, catching the scent of arousal as it worked its way from nose to groin, a familiar heat flaring up between her legs, “....... Fluttershy, dear? Come here please.” She slammed back her glass, drinking three more in the time that it took Fluttershy to walk back.

“Yes Twilight?” Fluttershy asked, raising a curious brow at Twilight’s now slightly rumpled and almost wine-stained state.

“Alucard, take the three of us back to my old suite- not the tower but the suite above it and make love to us until the sun rises…. two days from now.” Twilight slammed back one last glass of wine, visibly swaying as she hiccuped, a large blush splayed across her face.

Alucard wrapped his arms around the three girls, grinning as he hugged the busty and in two cases heavily inebriated ladies while spiriting them through the shadows to their destination.

Rainbow blinked, “Hey, where the heck is everyone else? And…. G, have your tits been getting bigger? You’re kinda bustin’ outta your dress.”

Gilda looked down at her chest after draining her fourth glass of wine. “Holy shit I think you’re right!” she slurred as she pressed her chest against Rainbow’s. “My tits are as big as yours, babe.” She gave off a drunken giggle. “What do ya say we find Soarin and take him up to the mountain top, then fuck his brains out under the moon and stars?”

“You okay G? Normally you’re less horny than this…. did someone spike the drinks or something? Well, not that it’s a problem or anything.” Rainbow looked at Gilda in both concern and arousal, making sure that she wasn’t wasted enough to start trying to fuck everything with ovaries yet.

Gilda giggled. “I’m fine, Dashie.” She wrapped her arms around her and pressed their chests tighter together. “You’re so sexy, Dashie.” She deeply kissed her while leading her toward Soarin.

“You know it, G,” Rainbow chuckled, waving at Soarin.

Soarin smiled and closed the distance between himself and his girls. “Hey, girls. You two doing okay after all this craziness?” He wrapped his arms around them and held them close. He was a little tipsy from the two glasses of wine he’d drunk.

Rainbow kissed Soarin on the cheek, still grinning, “You bet, babe! Tonight’s going great! Say, is it just me…” she grabbed his crotch and smirked, “or has your ‘little’ friend gotten a lot bigger?”

Soarin held them a bit tighter as he lightly moaned, his bulge throbbing in her hand. “Sure feels that way, baby. Did you two get bigger boobs?”

Gilda giggled again, “Yup~! Almost as big as Dashie’s here!” She poked one of Rainbow’s breasts, letting it jiggle from the impact.

“Hey, don’t touch my boob like that!” Rainbow teased, giving Gilda’s breasts an eager grope, “Not unless you’re planning on takin’ us somewhere so we can get some alone time!”

Soarin ground against Rainbow’s hand as she rubbed his bulge, throbbing even harder. “My suite,” he panted. “Right now.”

Rainbow grabbed a hold of Soarin and Gilda, “Oh yeah! C’mon, babe, G, let’s go fuck until the sun comes up!”

Anderson looked around in curiosity at all the couples excusing themselves from the party. He wondered if Cadance had something to do with it as he sipped his wine. She was after all, Equestria’s version of Aphrodite.

“Heeey~!” Seras’ carefree and obviously tipsy voice called out, the draculina in question sauntering over and flaunting her figure at Anderson, “What’s wrong, Anderson? Why’re you standing here all alone when you could be hanging out with a nice girl?”

Anderson gulped as he blushed brightly from the sight of Seras’ much enhanced curves. “Well, it’s a party for this world’s version of Aphrodite, Ms. Victoria. Don’t want to get into any embarrassing circumstances.” She cleared his throat before draining his glass. “You look very beautiful tonight, Ms. Victoria.”

Seras blushed and fidgeted, a wide smile on her face, “Aw, thank you kindly, guv’ner~ You’re looking very handsome as well.”

Thank you, Ms. Victoria,” Anderson said, giving Seras a small smile as a slow song started. He offered his hand. “May I have this dance?”

“You may indeed, luv,” Seras all but swept herself into Anderson’s arms, letting him lead the dance as she fought the urge to just jump him on the spot.

Anderson slowly led Seras around the dance floor as he looked into her expressive blue eyes and struggled not to look down at her very revealing dress. Was it just him, or did her already impressive bust seem larger?

“Oh come on, Anderson, my tits are down here,” she teased, pressing her bust against him for emphasis, “You can look, I don’t mind.”

Anderson started sweating as he slowly glanced down at her cleavage. “They seem much larger tonight, Ms. Victoria.” He could have sworn he saw the edge of one of her areolae peeking out of her dress.

Seras smiled mysteriously, “That’s because they are~” She rubbed her chest against him once more, causing her dress’ hemline to drop ever so slightly and showing, for sure this time, a good portion of her slightly puffy areolae.

Anderson felt his pants tighten considerably at the sight. “What are you playing at, Ms. Victoria?”

“Seras, luv. Call me Seras,” she poked him in the chest. “And as for what I’m playing at…..” she groped his crotch and pushed him back, pinning him against the wall, “I’m pretty sure it’s very obvious.”

Anderson lightly groaned and couldn’t help giving Seras an affectionate grin. “Only if you call me Alexander.”

Seras’ grin turned into a thoughtful frown, “But my brother’s name is Alexander… say, what’s your old name anyway? I never asked…” She kept pressing against him, almost grinding their hips together.

Anderson looked her in the eyes, but glanced down just in time to see her large, stiff nipples slip from her dress. “Alastar.” He couldn’t tear his gaze from her chest. “What about your old name?”

“Alastar… Alastar… Mmmm, that’s a name I could get used to screaming…” Seras grinned, “My name’s Chloe. Chloe… eheh…. Chloe Anderson.”

Anderson chuckled. “Yours is a lovely name, Seras. But there’s a certain charm to your new name.” He found himself slowly leaning toward her as his arms wrapped around her. “May I confess something?”

Seras tittered, “A priest confessing something? What a shock! But ask away, my good man~”

“Something has been stolen from me in recent months,” Anderson said as he stared into Seras’ eyes. “The thief is clever, friendly, and very very beautiful.”

“Well, what was stolen?” Seras asked, slowly catching on to Anderson’s wording. “It sounds rather important.”

“It is,” Anderson said. “What was stolen, was my heart.” He leaned in and caught Seras’ lips in a deep kiss, savoring the softness of her lips.

Seras’ eyes widened as she leaned into the kiss, throwing her arms fully around Anderson and closing her eyes as she dove in.

Anderson held Seras close to him as he slowly deepened their kiss, a multitude of book pages glowing yellow with energy starting to flutter around them.

“You know, this wine is actually pretty good, even without the love magic spiking it,” Maud commented, her normally rigid posture now relaxed and a small smile upon her face along with a faint, healthy blush.

“It really is,” Facet agreed, swirling the wine in his glass a bit. “You’re very relaxed, Maud. It suits you, darling.” He drained his glass and grabbed another one. “I think your dress is getting tighter too.”

Maud blinked and looked down, “Huh, so it is… I hadn’t noticed, really. Say, are your pants getting tighter as well?” She took another sip of wine, her hair slowly working out of its normal straightness and frazzling out.

Facet glanced down at his groin, noticing the large bulge. “Sure seems that way. Must be the wine and the lovely way your dress is stretching over your chest.” He grinned as a button popped off and exposed some of her cleavage.

“Oops!” Maud chuckled and pressed against Facet, pecking him on the cheek, “Well, I suppose we should take advantage of this opportunity, don’t you think?”

Facet grinned and drained his glass before reaching down with his free hand and squeezing her ass. “I think we should.” He absentmindedly grabbed his glass in his telekinesis and chucked it against a pillar as his now free hand reached into Maud’s dress and squeezed her left breast. “They’re a lot softer too.”

Maud shivered at his touch, “Way more sensitive as well…” She grinned and slipped her hand into his pants, groping his half-hard penis.

Facet lightly moaned into Maud’s chest as he held her closer. “Somewhere secluded. I don’t care where. I want you right now, Maud.”

“Then secluded it is,” Maud smiled, tapping her foot on the floor and opening a hole long enough for the two of them to drop into guest rooms below.

Facet pushed Maud into the room’s bathroom, since it was closer than the bed, and started stripping his and Maud’s clothes off as his telekinesis started the shower. Once her breasts were uncovered he latched his mouth onto her right nipple and started sucking hard on it, still stripping her and himself as he did.

“Mmm, right there, babe! Ooh, man, I’m sensitive right now!” Maud let her head loll back and gasped, bucking her hips against Facet’s.

Applejack downed her third glass of wine. “Ah’m more of a cider gal, but this wine is some real good stuff, eh boys?” She leaned on Flim and Flam, with her arms around their shoulders as she blushed. “An you two are lookin’ mighty handsome tonight.”

Flim grinned and looked at Flam affably, “Why thank you-”

“-boss lady. You’re looking just as-”

“-spectacular as usual, perhaps-”

“-even better,” Flam finished, raising his glass in toast. Flim clinked his glass against Flam’s waiting for Applejack to do the same. “To weddings, the brides and the groom, and financial successes all over the place!”

Applejack giggled as she clinked her fourth glass against theirs and drained it before tossing the empty glass up with enough force that it shattered against and embedded itself in the ceiling. “You boys see somethin’ ya like?” she asked with another giggle as her dress visibly strained against her chest, her nipples visibly pressing out against the fabric.

Flim and Flam both fought the urge to look down, prodigiously managing to keep their eyes level with Applejack’s eyes. Somehow. “W-well,” Flam gulped, tugging at his collar, “that’s a definite maybe, with a good dose of ‘yes’ as long as we don’t get punted through a window.”

Flim nodded, “Same answer.”

Applejack half dragged them onto a deserted balcony. “So what are you boys seein’ that ya like?” Her dress was starting to slightly tear at the seams in her chest area.

“Well….” Flam rubbed his chin thoughtfully, “Your bust is definitely the main eye catcher, what with your dress starting to tear around the chest area.”

“I was more staring at her ass the whole time, brother dear,” Flim cut in. “It’s large, shapely, well toned by years of applebucking, and overall just a perfect ass.”

Flam nodded, “It is, isn’t it? Mmm, well her waistline is also rather attractive.”

“Oh is it! Slim, muscular, feminine but not overly… ooh, if she weren’t our boss….” Flam winked at Applejack and grinned roguishly.

“Her eyes are a rather nice shade of green as well, aren’t they?” Flim asked.

Flam tilted his head, “Beautiful, really. Sort of like emeralds mixed with green apples. Her hair is especially beautiful though.”

“Mm, even if it’s not professionally cared for, I can still tell that it’s silky smooth, and that color, too!” Flim shuddered, “Perfect shade of blonde, it is…”

“Would you boys shut up and make love ta me already?” Applejack asked in a seductive purr as she dragged them into a conveniently located lounge and locked the door before slamming her lips into Flam’s and shoving her tongue into his mouth while shaking her ass for Flim.

“Whoa nelly!” both brothers cried in unison, though Flam’s was quite obviously muted. They locked eyes, shrugged, and decided to roll with it and shelve the consequences for later.

Octavia staggered against Vinyl, a wide grin on her face as she drained her fourth glass of wine, “Vinyl, darling, is it just me or has my dress gotten tighter?”

Vinyl grinned and grabbed one of her wife’s breasts while her other hand held a glass of bourbon from her personal stash. “It ain’t you, Tavi. Your tits are at least three sizes bigger!” She squeezed the breast and rubbed her palm against the hardened nipple. “Nips are hard too. And bigger, puffier.”

“Wow, the boys in R&D are going to have to modify my suit again,” Octavia pouted, flouncing her chest, “and it’s all because of these things.”

“You know I love your tits, baby,” Vinyl cooed as her hand released Octavia’s breast and trailed down and up under her dress. “Ooh… Your dick is bigger too.” She wrapped her fingers around the semi-hard shaft and softly stroked it.

Octavia breathed sharply, “Ooh, love, just like that…. ah, whatever they did to the wine must be upping my sensitivity too~”

Vinyl stroked a little harder and leaned over to whisper in Octavia’s ear. “Party’s dying. Let’s get DeadMau5 and go to our suite. I wanna ride this monster cock all night long, Tavi.”

“Well then we shant delay a single bit, now will we?” Octavia’s cock swelled in Vinyl’s grip as her grin turned sultry, “I do hope you’re ready to go until the sun comes up, love.”

“You know it, Tavi,” Vinyl purred before deeply kissing Octavia and teleporting them and DeadMau5 to their nearby suite, dropping to her knees and pulling Octavia’s panties down before eagerly taking her wife’s cock into her mouth.

“.... Am I…. the only one without a single date…?” Celestia wondered, idly sipping at her tea. “...... How…. depressing….” She sighed and resigned herself to another long night of sleeping in her bed alo- OH GODS WHAT THE-!?

She quickly shut the door to her room and teleported away, her eyes shut tightly and hands over her face in mortification, “I didn’t need to see that!”

After a few seconds of letting her heart calm down, she sank to the floor of her balcony and groaned, “This is how the Sun Goddess dies: Complete mortification at seeing a subject and an extradimensional cat christen her bed…. while completely sober and dateless.”

“So vhy not join us?” Schrodinger asked from where he hung between Celestia’s breasts, naked as the day he was born with twitching ears.

“Gah! Schrodinger!? Don’t do that!” Celestia sighed, “Anyway, it isn’t exactly proper for one of the rulers of all of Equestria to be caught in bed with… anyone, really.”

Schrodinger chuckled. “Proper? You are zhe immortal ruler of Equestria. Vhat’s a few decades vaiting for such gossip to blow over vhen you have all of eternity to live.” He grinned up at her. “Live a little. Get laid. It’s no business of anyvone else’s who you choose to sleep vith.”

“.... Well I can hardly argue with that logic…” Celestia muttered, “but still… are you sure Pinkie would… let me join in…?”

“It vas her idea, dear Tia!” Schrodinger said cheerfully, grinning up at her. “You owe it to yourself, Tia. Vhen vas zhe last time you had sex?”

Celestia paused, “Uh….” She counted her fingers… then her toes… then her fingers again… then her feathers. “..... Four hundred and eighty two years, seven months, two weeks and three days ago. With…. What was his name… Commander…. Nocturne Star. Hmm… I just remembered that he had a cutie mark… shaped like a six pointed star…. and I got… oh… oh dear.” Her eyes went wide, “.... I may or may not be Twilight’s many times great grandmother. Oh dear, that’s awkward.”

“Zhat is awkvard,” Schrodinger agreed. “Especially since zhat vould make Luna her many times great aunt, und zhey’re currently involved in an orgy vith Fluttershy and Alucard.”

Celestia frowned, “... Well there goes my sexual appetite for the next century and a half.”

“A little vine might help zhat,” Schrodinger said, suddenly standing next to her holding up a glass of the spiked wine.

“.... I… oh what the hell, I might as well end the dry spell before my nethers turn into a desert,” Celestia murmured, taking the wine and downing it in a single gulp, her dress visibly bursting open as her breasts swelled to an almost Fluttershy size. “... Oh.”

“Ooh…” Schrodinger purred as he slipped behind Celestia and squeezed her breasts. “Very nice, Tia. Very nice.” He pinched her puffy nipples and pulled on them while licking her neck.

“Mmf,” Celestia sighed and leaned against Schrodinger, “Ah, that feels nice… so much better than just my own hands…”

“Shall ve join Pinkie, Tia?” Schrodinger asked, noticing a pair of hands coming from off screen out of the corner of his eye as he kept fondling the sun goddess.

Celestia nodded, just as Pinkie’s patience finally ran out and she dragged both cat and goddess into the room, the door to the balcony closing with a loud slam.

A twinge of… something… ran through the air in the timelocked and spatially displaced city, reaching upon the senses of the one being who kept order and safety in this beleaguered and terribly designed place.

“NAIL!” A deep voice called from within the walls of the palace in the city center, echoing around loudly. “NAAAAAIIIIIL!”

“Ugh, for the last time, Guru, my name is Hammer Time!” the much beleaguered and unfortunately Namekian-green haired man sighed and stood by the massive and wizened old Namekian with an expression of clear annoyance on his face, “Anyway, what do you want?”

“Do you know what I like about Japan?” Guru asked.

“.... The fuck is a Japan?” Hammer asked, tapping his foot and desperately wishing he could smack Guru with his warhammer.

“Nail,” Guru said in a chastising tone. “None of that.”

Hammer sighed a sigh of pure, angered suffering, “What do you like about Japan, Guru?”

“I like… Their sushi,” Guru answered.

“... Guru, don’t you subsist entirely on water or something?” Hammer asked, facepalming.

“I also like their anime conventions,” Guru said, ignoring the question.

Hammer blinked, “... What’s an anime convention?”

“A large gathering of NERDS!” Guru answered. “Nerds who buy merchandise and sell their porn drawings in between meeting the big voices of anime.”

“.... Sounds like an art show…” Hammer muttered, rolling his eyes.

“Nail. There is a bird in the rafters,” Guru said. “It is pretty. Kick its ass.”

Hammer looked up at the rafters at the crystal pigeon preening there. “....” He sighed and hung his head, spinning his warhammer and leaping into the air, smashing the pigeon into the ground with a bolt of emerald lightning. “There, I kicked its ass. Happy now?”

“Very good, Nail,” Guru said. “Now go outside. I sense the city returning to the normal flow of time.”

“Wait are you shitting me!?” Hammer spun, shocked, “It’s returning to normal!?”

“It is,” Guru said. “And now I must put on my war face.” His expression shifted only slightly. “There. Now show me yours.”

Hammer made a truly intimidating face, hefting his warhammer in preparation for what was to come.

“Needs work,” Guru commented.