Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

“So glad to be of service…” Sour Sweet said weakly as she awaited the inevitable, lying on her back naked with her legs pinned behind her head—wow, she really was flexible!—and intimate areas fully presented, even though she still managed some of her trademark snark. “And for the record, I still think dick is ick!”

“Then you have a funny way of showing it,” an unsympathetic but very aroused Juniper Neptune replied as Midnight just smirked. I think pretty much all eyes on the courtyard were on them at that point, excepting perhaps those of the Dean and two Principals above.

Sadly, there wasn’t much that could be seen of them given their activities were mostly below the level of the room windows. Which was a terrible shame, I thought. I mean, everyone else’s erotic activities were visible from the dragons to the Abyssinians, so why not theirs?

I had no sooner had the heady thought when Midnight glanced over to me with a knowing grin. “I can’t say that I particularly like you, Sunset Shimmer. But in fairness, you’re not the only one with that wish. So…”

Midnight yanked the glass windows, bricks and metal beams out of the school wall around the second-floor classroom the three school heads were in, reassembling the manipulated building materials into a balcony that jutted far out over the courtyard with a low rail and a transparent bottom.

She even gave them an improvised bed made of library lounge cushions as it turned out there weren’t just the Dean and two Principals present. At least eight students who had been inside when this whole sordid affair erupted were there as well, in states of equal undress.

Celestia was now molesting no less than three newly matured girls while Luna seemed to favor the equally enhanced boys—guess some things never changed regardless of the universe!—while a far more submissive Dean Cadance was on all fours being attended by students and instructors alike.

Speaking of the latter, a glance over at the next window showed that Big Mac and Ms. Cheerilee were still there, but they’d been joined by Ms. Zecora, the school’s popular ring-wearing chemistry teacher. No sooner had I wanted to see them as well before Midnight removed the wall and window and built a second balcony for them, pulling the floor they knelt on out over the courtyard.

But the two teachers barely noticed as they were currently pushing their enormous boobs into Big Mac’s equally large shaft as he could only lean back and accept their efforts with a groan. He allowed them to pillow his impressive phallus between their pink and tattooed boobs—wow, Zecora really gone all out given her teats and clits were pierced! She’d had her entire body done up in stripes; the job was so well-done and thorough I couldn’t tell if her original skin color was light or dark—while they cupped his baseball-sized balls and orally pleasured his shaft’s head.

Though Zecora’s adornments were definitely against the school dress code, I had to admit they looked really good on her. They even had an audience other than the student section of both schools. Perhaps fittingly given I knew Zecora’s equine counterpart to be a zebra as well, there’d been another portal opened beside them, through which what looked like a shopping plaza in the Zebrican city of Neighrobi could be seen.

There weren’t just zebras but a variety of exotic races watching them—which was fairly typical for that city, which sat at a major trading crossroads—including what might have been a trio of Impala, whose twin antlers were aglow with powerful mating auras. Actually, I couldn’t quite tell from where I was if they were Ibex or Impala, but it was probably the latter since the Ibex rarely stray that far from their homeland in Sibleatia.

But either way, they were using their antler-channeled magic to help excite their neighbors and add enticement to the scene. They weren’t quite brave enough to try passing through the ragged rift through which they watched the unlikely events unfold, though they clearly wanted to, twice they took tentative steps towards the portal before being pulled back by their zebra friends. But the three were willing to send some magic tendrils into the other dimension they saw, where they began touching and caressing the threesome, sampling their exotic smooth-skinned bipedal forms with their magic.

When their efforts were clearly enjoyed rather than resisted, with Zecora and Cheerilee leaning into the initially tentative but I’m sure quite tingling caresses, they got bolder at the urging of their equine friends. The three began probing the orifices belonging to the kneeling alien females from behind, lifting and spreading their legs to display their feminine attributes to the portal to the acclaim and needy nickers of the various males.

They even showed interest in Big Macintosh, or at least the males of the trio did, as one produced a magical copy of his own phallus much like Midnight had done for Upper Crust to materialize it behind Big Macintosh, inserting its tapered form smoothly between his cheeks. His green eyes snapped open but he didn’t fight it as the buck began thrusting into him from the other side of the portal to the cheers of his friends, his aura jacking AJ’s older brother up and causing him to erupt all over the two teachers.

Trust AJ to notice from Rainbow’s embrace. “Hey, you enjoying yourself over there, big bro?”

“Eeeeeyup!” he shouted as he came hard from the unexpected prostate stimulation—before anyone asks, yes, I know what that looks like; the spurting it causes is very distinctive—while the second male Impala produced a facsimile of his tail to place directly over Big Mac’s spurting cock.

You know, I’d heard the Impala had few same-sex hang-ups, completely unlike ponies who tended to look down on colt-cuddlers—probably a luxury of their more male-skewed gender ratios, which made relationships among them as common as those between mares were among ponies.

But I once again had little time to consider or encourage it—damn, was it hot seeing AJ’s big brother be turned into a magical toy for male Impala!—as Juniper Neptune continued to both tease and torment Sour Sweet. She was still threatening to take her tail but not yet doing it, tweaking her quarry’s male-hating psyche by telling her repeatedly how much she was going to enjoy taking her thestralcorn ‘dick’.

And for the record, that’s a slang term for stallionhoods I still roundly despise, even after all the time I’ve been here. Even ‘cock’ makes more sense to me than that, since it at least refers to a male creature. But ‘dick’...?

I found myself in the middle of very passionate and pleasurable sex with Fluttershy, and yet, all I could think of at that moment was wishing I could purge that term from human vocabulary. In fact, I almost wished I’d kept my she-demon form just so I could accomplish that!

Juniper, however, seemed to have far less qualms about using it as she continued to speak. “I also cannot help but note you have acquired thestral eyes—how interesting! And I saw from Midnight Sparkle’s memories that this is not the first time that has happened…”

At that moment, the High Priestess noticed me and paused for a moment. Her eyes narrowed slightly; I can’t help but think that she recognized me even though we’d met all of once, during one of her yearly summits with Celestia in Canterlot. I had admittedly taken more than a passing interest in her then, as I saw her as a potential source of power, wondering if she would accept me as her student instead of Celestia even if it was said she didn’t take acolytes outside of the Highborne line.

In the end, I never got the chance to ask her, and I’m pretty sure the answer would have been no anyway given how close she and Princess Celestia were. During that summit, they went off by themselves more than once to have ‘private discussions’; for that reason I still strongly suspect the High Priestess sexually services Celestia whenever they get together.

She then glanced at me again, giving me a quick wink—or had I just imagined it?—before she turned back to Sour Sweet. “Very well then—I admit I am as curious as her. So shall we see what other effects her mating magic crossed with my own may have under the black light of this sacred star…?” she suggested as she positioned her hybrid cock against the entrance of Sour Sweet’s rosebud tail, preparing to insert its tapered tip.

“What? No!” Sour Sweet shouted as she felt the threatened intrusion. “Not there!”

“What’s this? A girl who doesn’t like anal?” Roseluck said derisively from fifteen paces away where she was doing a three-way swirl with Daisy and Lily Valley. “And you call yourself a woman?”

“I call myself a lesbian!” Sour Sweet shouted back. “And we don’t do dick!”

It was only after a massive wave of laughter erupted from both sides of the field that she blinked and realized what she said; even Juniper Neptune stopped what she was doing to smirk. “I-I mean…”

“Too late. You said it, girl!” Indigo laughed around making out with Sunny Flare by the portal to the dragon realms. “And for the record? Considering how lazy you are in team projects and wouldn’t study, we couldn’t agree more!”

“Oh, stuff it where the sun don’t shine, both of you! I don’t need to study when I can solve quantum equations in my sleep!” Sour Sweet boasted, then turned sullen again. “Besides, if I couldn’t put my paws on you two without getting my fingers broken, what was the point of being on a team or studying together?”

“Rainbow? Reckon I’m about ready to slug her,” Applejack announced as she poised on all fours before the large surface rift over Ponyville, through which more and more pegasi were now watching with great interest.

“Yeah, well, you’ll have to get in line… behind me!” Rainbow said as she buried her face in AJ’s muff again.

“And us!” Sunny Flare added, to which Juniper Neptune just laughed.

“Lazy, are we? If memory serves, certain human faiths hold that sloth is a mortal sin—one more to be added to your long list of them! Well, you’re in luck, little girl: you don’t have to lift a finger, even if you were able to. All you have to do is lie on your back and take it up the tail.” The High Priestess said with a smile.

“For the record, this is my favorite method of breaking in acolytes. And I find it works equally well on both stallions and mares. You would be amazed at how obedient and attentive they are to me once they’re addicted to anal sex!”

“B-but I—”

“Aw… you hear that, Indy? Miss Molester’s about to get it in her black hole!” Sunny Flare said gleefully. I couldn’t help but notice that they were mentally resisting their lovemaking a lot less, making out with and petting with increasing abandon. Their hands roamed ever-more eagerly over each other’s bodies; they were even starting to attract some dragon interest.

“After all the freshgirls she cornered and groped in the showers and bathroom stalls, or helped Cinch seduce? Let me see if I can feel sorry for her… Nope! Oh, well!” Indigo shrugged, and Midnight then rewarded them by turning the smooth basalt phalluses they sat on to more fully face the scene. “She’s had this coming forever! So for all of us at Crystal Prep who’ve had to put up with her roving hands and being the Principal’s pet… ream her rectum good, lady!”

The High Priestess gave them a disdainful look. “Though I am hardly inclined to obey the deranged demands of teenaged fillies… such is my intention anyway,” she said with a grin that bared her pointed fangs. She followed that up with a glance towards Midnight, who smiled and nodded her permission. “So be it. Are you ready for your first true ‘dicking’, Miss Far-More-Sour-Than-Sweet?”

“No!” Sour Sweet protested again, shaking her head violently as she struggled to look down her body from where she was bound to the branches. Her hair and still-growing breasts pointed up towards the naked singularity that remained hanging over her head; its muted gravity drawing more blood into her human mammaries and especially the teats that capped them.

Juniper laughed, showing her thestral teeth as she simply crossed her arms over her chest and manipulated her massive shaft with her magic alone. “Resist its temptation all you want, little girl. For take it from me that no acolyte, priest or priestess in the thirty lifetimes of my line has everbeen able to.”

“Oh, yeah? Then I’ll be the first!” she claimed shakily despite her flushed cheeks and visibly aroused form; her pierced nipples only engorged further by the naked singularity that continued to float overhead.

“Will you, now? I’ll take that bet,” Juniper Neptune announced with a toothy grin, which she then emphasized by licking her human lips with a thestral tongue, which only made her look even more like the vampire queen I knew that she wasn’t. “So let us begin…” She then pushed her tapered head forward to part the sphincter of Sour Sweet’s fully presented tail, eliciting the first teenage filly squeal I’d heard from even a single Shadowbolt girl this entire time.

“Remarkable. I usually encounter more resistance during an acolyte’s first time than that! It would seem you are as talented with your tail as well as your muzzle, young filly. It would indeed seem that you like ‘dick’ after all,” she said in air like she was pronouncing sentence as she slowly pushed deeper, prying the girl open further as Sour Sweet’s sex betrayed her with a sudden spurt of fluid that was promptly sucked up into the singularity.

“N-No…” she shook her head weakly though she’d just about gone cross-eyed as the sensation registered, her cheeks flushing and sweat glistening.

“Well, will ya look at that… I think she likes it, Indy!” Sunny Flare mocked; I think the two were actually getting off more to the sight of their longtime nemesis being conquered than being with each other. “Miss high-and-mighty lesbian even loves it without any lube!”

“Well, I always did say she enjoyed having a stick up her ass!” Indigo replied. Of all their classmates being subjugated, they clearly took the most relish in Sour Sweet. And yet, still she resisted, managing one more shaky middle finger in their direction.

“Such spirit. I will give you this much, girl—you cling to your sexual identity stubbornly. But know that I offer you far more than simply a ‘stick’. I offer the sacred shaft of the High Priestess itself! Infused with my mating magic, which is a potent aphrodisiac in its own right; my very seed contains its own muscle relaxant and nervous system stimulant. The result is in irresistible object of erotic envy that conquers all it enters… even a self-described filly-fooler like you! ”

“But I am a filly-fooler!” Sour Sweet claimed as she gaped at having six inches of thestralcorn cock already sunk into her, having gotten the meaning of the purely pony phrase quickly. “But maybe also a futa-fooler on the side…”

“Futa fooler…” Midnight actually smiled at the turn of phrase, as did Juniper. “Not bad, Sour Sweet. I’ll have to remember that one. And that you actually do like ‘dick’!” she dug her talons in deeper.

Sour Sweet responded with yet another obscene two-word phrase. “It’s only because of your freaky magic, Sparkle!”

Midnight’s grin only grew broader. “Sorry to disappoint you, girlfriend, but I’m not actually doing anything to you right now. It’s all her!”

“She speaks the truth, young Sour Sweet,” Juniper picked it up from there. “You feel it, don’t you? The heat. The fullness. The feeling of being claimed… the sense that you only now know what was missing from your life… that your aversion to ‘dick’ is little more than your mind demanding you adhere to a false image of yourself. Case in point, you have taken nearly half my phallus by now. And don’t deny you love it, given your very sex trembles and drools at the feeling of me filling you.”

“But I don’t want to like dick!” she begged far more shakily. I glanced up to see her words indeed belied by the nectar that was glistening around her shaven but unused lips. The droplets that formed were then pulled up into the black hole’s maw where they simply dissolved, its gravity somehow focused on her breasts, lips and clit to engorge them further and put continuous and what I’m guessing to be quite delicious pressure on them.

“Unless it’s attached to a ‘really hot chick’,” Juniper reminded her as Midnight watched silently from the side with a satisfied smile, immensely enjoying the scene. “But as I do understand that first times can be a little rough until you have been sufficiently loosened, perhaps you need a distraction.”

A gleam grew in her eyes as she set them on the singularity hovering placidly above them; even at that distance I could feel a slight tug on my body and it also had a not-at-all unpleasant cooling effect on my sweaty skin. It was still sucking up clothes, too, as Midnight’s influence expanded, it was even working on those watching through the portal, slurping the vests right off the Abysinnians and even attracting the gym clothes out of the lockers.

“Glad to know one of us is having fun, lady! Because I’m not! Even if you are a drop-dead gorgeous horsedicked goth queen and I really liked going down on you…” she then couldn’t stop herself from adding as if her thoughts were on speakerphone, causing her to flush and all onlookers to laugh. “Gods, why can’t I keep my big mouth shut…?” she asked herself weakly.

“We ask ourselves that all the time,” Sugarcoat noted in her usual monotone as she continued to hang off a virtual stallion shaft over a portal into the Everfree through which the Zebra mare—wait, was that the equine version of Zecora?—could only stare and start to pleasure herself to the unlikely scene. If she was anything like our Zecora, her scientific curiosity would certainly be piqued by the appearance of an interdimensional rift, but it also appeared that all the mating magic in the air was overcoming even that. “Your ‘big mouth’ is your biggest enemy.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk!” Sour Sweet shouted over at her.

“True. But at least I never lie. You, on the other hand, say and do whatever you have to so you can get your hands on every girl in school. Or deliver them to Cinch. Just like you did to me that one time.”

“Yeah, well she’s the only one who understands me! And besides, you know you loved it…” she added under her breath.

“Sure. Just like I’m enjoying being taken by two phantom stallion cocks at once belonging to a massively over-endowed magical stallion before a one-mare audience over a portal to some spooky forest. Enjoying the scene, Ms. Zebra?” She addressed Zecora directly even as she continued to sensually rub her belly and breasts. “I’m glad somebody is.”

“Though I truly know not the how or the why… to say no would be the basest of lie!” she admitted somewhat breathlessly as she stepped closer to the portal. “Forgive me, young mare, as I know not your race. From where do you hail, and what fate do you face?”

“My name is Sugarcoat. My race is human. I’m a third-year student at Crystal Prep High School in Boulder, Colorado, on the planet of Earth. As for my ‘fate’, I guess it’s to be the plaything of my insane sex-crazed goddess of a schoolmate. But in fairness, there are worse things. The more I’m magically mated, the more I’m starting to like it. Even if I’m worried that nothing less than the most massive of stallions could satisfy me now.”

“From Earth, you say? Where Princess Twilight did stay?” She licked her lips once. “My name is Zecora and I like what I see. Your form and large breasts are intriguing to me. I rarely have lust but you are a rare treat. So you would forgive me if I wish to suckle your teat?” she stepped forward hopefully.

Sugarcoat’s pink-hued violet cheeks flushed a deeper red. “You know what? I’m a sucker for florid phrasing, and unlike my classmates, you even asked permission. So sure. Why not?” Sugarcoat reached up to present her enormous breasts.

“A little help here, Sparkle?” she called over her shoulder, to which Midnight smirked and made the ethereal stallion walk forward to push her through the rift, leaving her large dangling breasts right at Zecora’s eye level. She quickly began to nuzzle and lick them before finally locking on a large nipple, happily suckling it.

I idly wondered what she’d think of their counterpart, and if there was any way to introduce them as Midnight made the head of the ethereal horse bend over to lick at the zebra mare’s nethers.

The exchange had even caught the attention of the High Priestess, giving Sour Sweet a momentary reprieve. “I must say, your schoolmates are truly deviant, Midnight Sparkle. I would punish their ‘Principal’ myself for making them this way, but it would seem you have already taken care of that.” She nodded over to Cinch’s naked statue which was still being endlessly ravished by Maud. “So I will simply see to passing sentence on this one.”

“By all means,” Midnight said. “I look forward to see how thirty lifetimes of experience can be applied to the erotic arts.”

“Then I should show you my inner sanctum. After I finish exploring hers, that is.” She began to push even deeper into Sour Sweet’s anal orifice again, causing her to take a ragged breath and stiffen further against her bonds. “I suggest you relax, young filly, so you may learn to properly do ‘dick’. It is considered a mark of accomplishment among my acolytes when they are able to take my full length, after all.”

“Sure. Relax. While there’s a giant cock attached to a gorgeous goth queen in my caboose and a freaking naked singularity hovering over my head!” she said weakly. “Worse, I don’t know which is a bigger turn-on…”

“You know, such fervent flattery might almost make me reconsider my next actions, except I saw from Midnight’s memories that you didn’t hesitate to fondle the younger fillies of your school, in either the marehood or mammaries!” she accused angrily. “At least those who come to my temple are there by choice and accept an occasional… indulgence with me as the price for gaining the power they seek. You, on the other hoof, only sought power over others and influence with your Principal.”

“Oh, yeah? Well now you’re indulging yourself with me! And I haven’t come to your temple! Even if I have come more than once…” she granted before her eyes went wide again at the admission.

“So you have,” Juniper Neptune smirked. “Then I tell you what, young filly: Since you still seem in disbelief at how this so-called naked singularity could exist, perhaps I should show you what it can be used for—just why it is so revered by my line. So how about we insert your head through the so-called ‘ringularity’ so that you may see what lies on the other side of its holy portal?” She suggested as she began to magically lower the torus-shaped area of distortion towards her face.

“No… no! it’ll kill me!” she pleaded.

“Yeah? So, what’s the bad news?” Jet Set called out from where he was now taking Trenderhoof on his side.

“We should be so lucky!” Upper Crust called out from where she was still bound to the wall and having her doppelganger endlessly suckled by the Abyssinian servants; the imprints of their jaws and muzzles visible against her eight large milk-laden teats.

“Gee, thanks, guys!” Sour Sweet called back to them. “What wonderful schoolmates you all are!”

“If it was going to kill you, it would have already, don’t you think?” the High Priestess pointed out with a glance at Midnight, who smirked. “Fear not, little girl. Even for as infuriatingly arrogant, abusive and obtuse as you are, be assured I have no wish to harm you. In fact, I’m going to reward you,” she said, the gleam in her eye growing.

“Reward me? By plunging me into a vortex of spacetime which will reduce my head to quantum mist?” she asked weakly.

“Oh, use your head for something other than ogling and feeling up fillies, girl. As the twin shrouds that normally mark the point of no return have merged and vanished, the flow of spacetime through this sacred ring, or singularity as you call it, is normal… ish.” She winked. “As you are a student of the greatest of human star sages himself, wouldn’t you like to be a pioneer? The first human to ever traverse the portal of the most powerful and holy object this universe has ever created?”

“Can’t you just keep taking me up the tailpipe instead…?” Sour Sweet pled weakly as she stared the slowly approaching orb in the face, the sweat rolling up her face before being sucked into its embrace. “Because I’m really starting to enjoy it…” she admitted, then gaped again.

“Of course you are. For my ‘cock’ conquers all orifices it encounters and converts their owners to my concubines. And actually, that reminds me—since we seek to discover what further effects my magic may have on you, the quickest way is to inject my essence into your very womb—the very core of your being! So in that case…” Her horn glowed as she sprouted a second phallus, but this one was on top of the first instead of side by side like the dragons. She shifted the tip of her newest organ upward slightly to push at Sour Sweet’s swollen lips.

“So I shall enter your portals while you enter this one!” she said triumphantly as the naked singularity descended, enveloping Sour Sweet’s head with the ring inside it like a large halo..

“No! No! No…” She peed herself in fright as her shriek was swallowed by the descending but severely restrained singularity; her head looking like it was in a funhouse mirror as the dark ring itself settled around her. But instead of coming out the other side of it, her head vanished as it passed, settling like a collar around her neck!

“Yes! Yes!” Juniper Neptune shouted in turn as she grasped Sour Sweet’s legs with her human hands and began thrusting hard into her human quarry’s two orifices, sinking herself all the way to her medial ridge. Her head was hidden but whose entire body shook and sweated, her hands clutching the branches they were attached to.

“Yes! I feel it! I see it through your eyes, and it is real! All the magic! All the math! All the diagrams and charts that both realms have devised! They are true! This unshrouded ring truly does lead to different dimensions! To different times! To endless alternate realms! To universes in their infancy and dotage! Even to different versions of us!” she shouted in sheer filly-like excitement that even brought an envious smile to Midnight’s face.

“And yet, far from being an uncaring observer, it responds to your presence! Your mind has become the nexus it centers on, so it shows all the alternate versions of you! Of what is happening to you!”

“Time now passes infinitely slowly for you girl, and thus, you are lost to both its visions and the varied rutting you are experiencing, witnessing all the infinite possibilities of existence and pleasure! Pleasure that for you will never end! And so it is for all your alternate selves as well, whose experiences you now share!”

Though I had no idea if Sour Sweet could hear her inside that thing, her hips bucked once like she had a cock of her own as her hands began making stroking motions like she was holding a pair of them.

But despite looking headless, she was still very much alive, her body visibly shaking and sweating as she struggled to absorb whatever was happening to her. But it couldn’t have been all bad as incredibly, she came to whatever she saw and was experiencing, her body arching hard and hips suddenly wriggling.

“Don’t fight it, girl…” Juniper directed as she began thrusting in what I could only describe as wild abandon. “For you see now what you are! All that you could be! And you want it! So draw on the sacred power of the nether and my own imparted magic. Become more than you were! And embrace your love of ‘dick’…” she said the last word with great relish as all eyes were now on her.

Whether she could hear her or not, Sour Sweet seemed to respond to both her mental command and the endless amounts of energy she was absorbing. Her boobs bulged further as her entire size stretched not unlike Sugarcoat had, and suddenly her pierced clit had become quite prominent.

And then it began to visibly grow, seemingly reaching out towards the singularity that surrounded her head, taking on a decidedly phallic shape as it reached upward, quickly surpassing four inches, then six, then eight, its base widening and midpoint bulging slightly into a ring-like construct reminiscent to a medial ridge. But her head remained tapered with the piercing still present at the tip, her new organ already oozing its first fluids that were carried quickly into the naked singularity’s maw.

Jaws dropped open all around the quad as we witnessed the unlikely transformation. That self-described filly-molesting and male-hating harpie of a Shadowbolt girl had just acquired a fourteen-inch thestralcorn stallionhood!

“Wow! Neato!” Pinkie called out from between a bevy of dragon shafts; their heads also turned to watch the scene. “Hey, Junie! Could you do me, next? I’d love to have a nice big cock!”

“Me, too!” Lily Valley shouted before turning her attention back to Roseluck. “You know I’d drill you with it every day, Rosie.”

“Hey, if you had it, I’d want it…” Roseluck agreed as she sat up to stare at the scene, her legs spread wide for Lily to lick at her sex. “What about you, Daisy?”

Daisy just glanced back and shrugged. “Eh. Futa’s not my thing. I’m more of a tentacle fiend, myself…” she admitted, looking up only briefly from where her head was buried between Lily’s pink cheeks. “In fact, I love those hentais of Pinkie Pie’s. Hey, Pinkie! You got any more I can watch?”

“Sure do!” she answered from the other side of the portal, where she and Rarity had switched places to give each a turn with the other dragon gender; Pinkie with the drakes and Rarity with the Drakinas. In fact, if you’ll wait a few weeks, there’s a new sequel coming out to your favorite! I’ve already preordered it off Amazot! It’s called Tantric Temple!”

Daisy’s eyes lit up and her sex spurted onto the ground behind her. “Oh, I am so there! How about we watch it together?”

“You got it, girlfriend! Just hope you don’t mind if I bring a few friends along…” She exchanged kisses with each of the dragon boys in turn, explaining to them what she meant.

“Oh, wow…” Fluttershy said in pure understatement as she paused eating me out to look at Sour Sweet’s new shaft. “I wish I could have one. Think of all the fun we could have with them, Sunset,” she cooed at me, causing me to nearly climax again on the spot at the thought of being filled with her.

“By Luna’s sacred sex, I’d love that. But I think I’d have to call you Futashy, then…” I replied as I pushed back against her, wishing to the Sun and Moon goddesses themselves that she already had one.

“Oh! Futashy. I like that,” she admitted, standing me up and then turning me around to face the scene as she held me from behind. She made thrusting motions with her hips like she already had a stallionhood of her own; her hands full of my human boobs. “But, um, why is our Principal’s sex sacred?”

“‘Tis sacred to me!” Principal Luna shouted from atop the recently created balcony as she rode atop two younger boys. She gave the Shakespearean lessons in our literature classes and she did so with a flourish, sometimes lapsing into its ye olde speech when she was feeling particularly angry or emotional; for that reason she was also the director of the school drama club. “Do you not agree, sister?”

“I do indeed,” Celestia said as she sat on a sofa and held the heads of two female students to her enormous breasts while a third was knelt before her to orally service her pink-furred sex. “I just wish Dean Sombra was here… he so loved our erotic attention! Whenever our teams played, whoever won got to be on top! And it was usually him…” she said as she continued to encourage the three females to service her, spreading her legs while thrusting up her chest further.

But it was clear they needed little encouragement. I couldn’t help but note the names of the two latched to her teats were fittingly two girls from the botany and electric labs called Sun Lover and Solar Power, while the latter was a young graduate working in the school office named Bushmistress—after the rifles her family’s gunsmith business made, before anyone asks.

Still, though their presence was coincidental (or was it?) I couldn’t have chosen better names for her lovers if I tried. And if you’re wondering how I knew the names of everyone at school, it dates back to my bad girl days, when I made it a point to know everyone so I could also know how I could manipulate them. Thus, I already knew that Sun Lover and Solar Power had crushed on Celly for a long time, while I’d once caught Bushmistress drawing a lurid scene of her doing exactly what she was then—eating our Principal out.

It had been blackmail material for all of them before. But no longer. “‘Tis a great pity indeed! We should invite him here later. ‘Twould be like old times! I so miss the feeling of being filled by him…” Luna added as she was attended by not one but three boys, all brothers belonging to a woodworking family—Front Door, Back Door, and Balcony.

You get one guess as to who was taking what orifice and her teats as she sat supported by them; she was also going down on Balcony’s nine inches as she pressed her mammaries into its mass.

“You two did him?” Cadance said in disbelief; of the three of them; she was the only one who’d taken a submissive posture with the students, lying beneath two making out on top of her. The school’s beekeeper girl named Hot Honey was poised over her mouth while her boyfriend, who went by the moniker of Got Milk for the fact his family ran a dairy farm, took her teats. “I never thought of him that way…” she also added as the shop class teacher named Power Piston spread her legs and prepared to enter her.

“Don’t be disappointed, Caddie. It was nothing personal with him. I know for a fact he likes you—he wouldn’t have named you Dean if he hadn’t! But he was also very big on propriety,” Celestia explained as she arched her back into the oral efforts of the two girls, who couldn’t get enough of her.

“He had a strict code and he followed it. He wouldn’t be involved with anyone in his school, lest he couldn’t administer it dispassionately. And besides, I believe he knew you were already taken…?” She winked.

“How boring!” Lemon Zest’s voice called out from somewhere, causing Midnight’s jaw to clench. “I’d’ve fixed that if I’d been here!”

The High Priestess paused as well from where she was coming off her own orgasm, still embedded deep in both of Sour Sweet’s holes. Upon hearing their voices, she’d stopped to stare at Celestia and Luna; I have no doubt she was only then realizing how deep the parallels between our worlds went. Nevertheless, her slitted pupils narrowed in anger at the sound of Lemon Zest’s voice.

“I know from your memories who that girl is and what she did to you. Would you like me to punish her as well, Midnight Sparkle? It would be my pleasure. But given her crimes, not hers.”

“The offer is appreciated, Juniper Neptune. But no. She’s mine.” Midnight bared her teeth as the stormswept skies darkened further. “I’m saving her for last. But by all means, please continue with Sour Sweet. I am immensely enjoying her sexual subjugation. I do hope you will help her to like ‘dick’, if only because I know how much she’d hate that.”

“Perhaps not so much now. As it was by her own will that she just acquired one, drawing on the power of the Nether itself, I believe that task is already complete. But perhaps we should at least let her come up for air?” she suggested as the naked singularity was pulled back up over Sour Sweet’s head, revealing her to be unharmed.

“So, did you enjoy your sojourn into the ‘multiverse’, young girl?” the High Priestess asked with a knowing grin, starting to slowly thrust into her again. “I know I did.”

“I’ve seen some shit… I’ve seen some shit…” was all Sour Sweet would say, over and over, her eyes still staring into the area of the ring, seemingly not even noticing the throbbing organ now pointed directly into the singularity and drooling a steady stream of clear fluid into it.

Juniper grinned and bared her teeth again. “That ‘shit’ you saw was the boundless glory of the Twisting Nether, girl. What you saw was both infinity and eternity; where you beheld all the limitless possibilities of existence, accessible through this stripped and sacred star. And as I was in your mind, I saw what you saw… I felt what you felt.”

But then the High Priestess closed her eyes and something akin to regret appeared on her face, even still embedded in Sour Sweet as she was. “In truth, I both envy and pity you. For you experienced every single ‘dick’ among my endless alternate lives taking your own endless alternate personas. Some took your teats. Some took your tail. Some filled your muzzle. Some even impregnated you.

“One was an alicorn princess. One was an enormous dragon lord impossibly impaling you. One was a Changeling Queen. One was a bat-gryphon, whose race died out from my realm long ago. One was in fact many, where the guise of Juniper Neptune was a gestalt of five priestesses, each equally well-endowed. And one even appeared to be the progenitor of my line; a somehow-sane version of Juniper Tree herself!”

Her eyes went distant, and I can certainly understand why. I’d read that Juniper Tree was basically a psychotic witch as potentially powerful and sex-crazed as Midnight, but unlike her, she was without so much as a shred of conscience or morality. She was perfectly willing and able to take lives and destroy everything, even her own race and nation, to realize godhood.

“You saw what could have been for the Highborne line, where it was we and not the ponies who controlled the very heavens, molding the Nether as we saw fit. At least I know now that there were realms where that truly did happen. But that is where the pity comes in—for both of us.

“For me, there is the bittersweet knowledge of what we might have become, but for Juniper Tree’s insanity. But for you, you now know that nothing could ever match that experience again short of reentering it. Such is the addictive allure of the Twisting Nether, young filly. And thus, sex will never be the same for you.”

Sour Sweet couldn’t reply as she went on, though her new organ did twitch and spurt at the memories.

The High Priestess shook off her momentary brooding to see it, smiling knowingly again. “I see you enjoyed your stay there, stretched out into nearly a lifetime as it was. Of course, as it was sex you were thinking about, it was sex which you witnessed, seeing all the endless erotic possibilities there were in life. Possibilities that very much included ‘dick’,” she said with a salacious grin and wink that caused Sour Sweet’s new thestralcorn phallus to spurt anew.

The High Priestess then released the Shadowbolt girl’s hands from her bondage, which went instantly to her new organ and began to stroke it, still staring into the center of the singularity floating over her head. “You feel it. You like it. You never knew what a ‘dick’ could be. And now you are addicted to it, just like those colts over there.” She nodded over to the cavorting Shadowbolt boys. “I must say, their insatiable appetites for each other puts some of my own priests to shame.”

“It’s not so bad…” Jet Set said on behalf of all of them. “Don’t fight it, Sour Sweet—we never knew what we were missing until now!”

“And neither did she. But you want more, don’t you?” Juniper Neptune cooed, still hilted with both her thestralcorn cocks inside the now-silent girl’s much taller and more-matured form. “You are still flush with magic, girl, both mine and what you absorbed from the Nether itself. Use it. I know what you are thinking. So why fight it? Take the form you wish, and then have all the ‘dick’ you could ever want.”

“I… I…” Sour Sweet’s jaw quivered as she tried but couldn’t restrain the magic within her, which, not unlike Midnight herself, responded instantly to her inner desires to make her a new vessel for its expression. As we watched, she sprouted a pair of bat wings to match those of her new mistress, but then her very teats began to extend and swell.

“Whoa, nellie!” Even AJ was at a rare loss for words as Sour Sweet grew two new phalluses right out her breasts, her nipples transforming themselves into more human-looking stallionhoods as they pointed up towards the naked singularity—correction, ringularity—above her. “Can’t say I saw that coming!”

“Ew. Seriously?” Rainbow Dash, at least, had stuck to her lesbian guns as she mashed her breasts together with AJ’s. “Way to ruin a couple perfectly good boobs!”

“Seriously, Sour Sweet? Dicknipples?” Sunny Flare asked derisively around kisses of Indigo. “What the hell kind of hentai have you been watching?”

“You know, for a girl who doesn’t like dick, it turns out you’re even a bigger perv than Zesty!” Indigo added with a sneer.

“Hey, nobody’s a bigger perv than me!” Zesty’s voice shouted again; I couldn’t tell where she was around all the wind and the distortion created by the combination of Midnight’s magic and the black hole.

“Oooo… I love those things!” Pinkie shouted from inside the dragon portal. “I hear that’s the new twist in Tantric Temple! That and a tongue cock…” she added almost wistfully.

Sour Sweet blinked hard at the image, then her eyes widened. “What? No! No! Nommmph!” She shook her head hard, but the idea had already taken hold; her tongue swelled and grew into yet another phallic prominence that jutted out ten inches from her mouth. Worse for her, she couldn’t stop sucking and caressing her oral organ until she finally came hard from all four at once just as the High Priestess erupted again within her.

“How lovely!” Juniper Neptune said as she finally pulled back, withdrawing her twin shaft from the girl and leaving her two now-gaping openings drooling thick thestralcorn seed; I couldn’t help but wonder then if she could be made pregnant by it. And if she could, what would the offspring look like? What powers would it have?

“I daresay your conquest and conversion to full-fledged ‘dick-lover’ is complete, Miss Sour Sweet. As is your punishment from me.” She brought her hands together and gave a mock bow.

“But not from me,” Midnight stated, then glanced over at Indigo and Sunny Flare again, the evil gleam in her eyes growing anew. “Hey, Sunny! I hear from everybody that you need some practice giving oral. Well, since double-S here now has four cocks, here’s your chance! And you can coach her, Indy!” she snapped her fingers and suddenly the two girls disappeared only to reappear to either side of Sour Sweet.

“Hey!” the two exclaimed as they rematerialized beside her. “Are you nuts, Sparkle? We’d just gotten used to each other, so don’t you dare make us service her!” Indigo exclaimed, only for her hand to go right to a dicknipple and begin stroking it while her hair was attracted upwards towards the singularity.

“Yeah!” Sunny Flare agreed as she automatically lowered herself towards the cockteat on her side—hey, you try to come up with different terms for the things! “I don’t care how badly you bewitch me, I hate Sour Sweet and I’ll be damned before I—” she couldn’t finish before her mouth was filled with phallus, her eyes widening as she realized what she was doing and that she couldn’t stop, their mouths slurping noisily on the newly cockified nipples—how about that for a word?—while their hands went to her transformed tongue and clit in turn, stroking both.

Midnight could only grin triumphantly while her remaining classmates just laughed. “There you are, girls. And Sunny? A word of warning. I’m making sure that you and Indy are feeling everything Sour Sweet is, so don’t use your teeth this time! Hurt her, and you’re hurting yourself.” She grinned as their eyes filled with both lust and dull horror at what they were doing to one of their worst enemies.

“Nice one, Sparkle,” Sugarcoat acknowledged from where she was now openly making out with the Zebrican Zecora, who couldn’t seem to get enough of her exotic form. “That has to be the most unlikely threesome in existence, even without the extra equipment. Still, I’m actually jealous of that equipment right now. I’d ask you for a cock of my own at this point, but only if Ms. Zecora here approves. Have to say, I really like her, and unlike those three, she’s polite and I’d just about get off on listening to her voice alone. Would you like me to have one, Ms. Zecora?”

“This ‘cock’ you speak of… a phallus, you mean? I would not at all mind for one to be seen,” the zebra mare answered around kisses. “Long has it been since a shaft fills my cave. But now I do find that such do I crave!” She emphasized her words by flagging her tail like a mare in heat before the enormous see-through stallion sticking its head through the rift. Despite its magical nature, it continued to act like a real one, sniffing at her and then raising its head and working its jaw to taste her scent by touching his tongue to the roof of his mouth.

I admit, I couldn’t help but admire how thoroughly equine Midnight had made that particular creation, even imbuing it with proper behaviors. Humans call it a Flehman response, and ponies do it too, though it’s considered very impolite to do so in public given it’s rather obvious what you’re doing—trying to determine if a mare is in heat—and bares the teeth, which is another no-no in most instances.

Midnight listened, then smirked. “Well. I can’t say I’m disposed to give gifts to you, Sugarcoat, but since you seem to have accepted your punishment while making a rather interesting and elegantly-talking friend? I guess all those literature and poetry books you read went to your head if you like her rhymes that much. But so be it. Who am I to deny your love of the spoken word?”

Her horn flared briefly, causing the outline of the ethereal stallion to glow brighter as it suddenly sprouted a long unicorn horn of its own. It quickly availed itself of its new power and transformed its tongue into a third stallionhood which quickly found and filled Zecora’s tail. Her eyes went wide at the intrusion but she barely had time to register it before she found her muzzle filled with Sugarcoat’s rapidly swelling and morphing tongue, tucking the surprised but delighted zebra mare with two transformed tongues from ahead and behind while lifting her right off the ground with them.

But far from displeased, she moaned and writhed around them, her as-yet unused marehood winking and drooling happily on the ground—I could tell the latter from the contractions of her flank muscles even though I couldn’t see behind her. Sugarcoat was equally shocked—I’m sure she didn’t mean for Twilight or her stallion lover to make her tongue into a shaft—but she accepted it all the same, going cross-eyed beneath her spectacles as the new sensations registered on her rapidly rewired nervous system.

“Another satisfied couple,” Midnight announced with a smirk. “And for the record, Sugarcoat? I actually find you the least objectionable of all my classmates. So I won’t give you the cockteats or anything else. Of course, your lover is another matter…” she winked as the stallion’s enormous horn flared again and focused on both Sugarcoat’s clit and teats, causing them to quickly expand into phalluses as well. She didn’t seem to mind, though, especially not once Zecora reached in with both forehooves to begin stroking them.

“Oh! Oh! That’s perfect! This means we don’t even have to wait for Tantric Temple to be released now, Daisy! We can watch it right here!” Pinkie said excitedly as she bounced on a drake’s twin organs and let him knead her breasts to her heart’s content.

“I don’t know, Pinkie… I’m still waiting to see some tentacles!” Daisy shouted back. “Though what Big Mac’s getting is pretty close…” she added as a glance over to him revealed him to be sandwiched between two ethereal impala hindquarter constructs that transmitted sensations back to their respective owners, while the female of the group produced her own facsimile to be eaten out by the two teachers to the ongoing cheers of the now enthusiastically aroused zebras.

“Well, you can have it, dear—though I admit such constructs are… interesting, I’d much rather keep my body intact!” Rarity proclaimed as she took her turn with the Drakinas, her head pillowed nicely in Obsidian Ire’s boobs as she was orally attended from head to toe by the remainder. “Such marvelous tongues… I now wish I’d been born a dragon!”

I couldn’t wait to hear dragon Spike’s reaction to that given his crush on the pony Rarity, but the High Priestess cut off the enthusiastic response of her new lovers as she then turned toward Midnight and bowed low, putting her palms together and flaring her bat wings wide.

“On behalf of my entire line, thank you for sharing this wondrous creation, and allowing me to participate in such unlikely pleasures, Midnight Sparkle. You are as benevolent as you are beautiful, and I would be more than happy to function as your Satrap if you wish to rule Equestria.”

“You are very welcome, Juniper Neptune XXX. And thank you for sharing this new portal spell with me. Your offer of allegiance is accepted. Perhaps with our combined power, we may explore the realms together?”

“For this greatest of gifts you have bequeathed not just me but my entire race, I would be honored, Midnight Sparkle. But as much as I wish to get started, I am aware your task here is not yet complete. So I will await your pleasure. And perhaps continue to partake more of my own?”

“Feel free,” Midnight said with a smirk. “As you seem to favor Sour Sweet, I offer her as a gift. If you wish, keep her—I’m sure my classmates won’t mind. She’s yours to do with as you see fit, up to and including taking her back to your realm.” A lustful cheer came up from the Shadowbolt side of the field.

“Thank you. For her knowledge of and new experience with the Nether, I may yet make her an acolyte, bringing her back to my temple so I may enjoy her insights and new attributes as much as possible.” She closed her eyes and smiled. “And though I know you have one more former tormenter yet to punish, if I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion for a place you have not yet opened a portal to? A race this world has not yet seen?”

“Another race?” Midnight perked up in interest. “Whose?”

In response, Juniper Neptune grinned and ignited her horn, opening up one of her blue oval portals, revealing a grand and very ornate chamber lined with opal statues and green-armored guards as well as a few half-raptor, half-feline forms, all of whom turned to the rift in surprise.

“I give you the griffons,” Juniper Neptune said with a strange amount of relish. “A race as proud and powerful as they are virile, if a little too… traditional for my tastes. In my view, they could use some of your influence. They wield both powerful weapons and exotic magic, and do not let their half-feline forms fool you—they are anything but poorly endowed.”

“And who said we were?” One of the griffons nearest the portal shouted; I guess there were a few there that understood Equish.

“I see… such interesting hybrids! They, like so many other new creatures I have seen this day, look straight out of human mythology! And such very unique flavors of magic I sense from them.” She used her power to widen the rift further and floated up towards it, her very presence causing wings to splay and feathered cheeks to flush on the other side.

“Very well, then. I offer you a reprieve, Zesty! Let me first see what exotic knowledge and erotic pleasures I can derive from this odd but interesting race…”

Hey, folks. It’s your humble author speaking. The next six chapters to follow are not about the Shadowbolt girls at all, but are instead about Midnight’s erotic explorations and sensual conquest of the grifons along with corrupting their Queen and entire capital city of Arnau. No, that city is not named Griffonstone—this story borrows the lore of my Firefly verse, where the Griffon Kingdom is basically most of Europe with its capital being a mountainside stronghold in what would be western Switzerland.

The reason for shifting over to the griffies—other than to explore new fetishes and different forms of interspecies titillation—is to set up something for this story’s sequel, Unleash the Magic: Nightmare Night. Don’t worry, there will still be plenty of adult action back with the crew and CHS that I’ll go back to occasionally. And I promise that this griffon arc is very well-written, exploromg a lot of new fetishes and subjects.

Still, as I realize that not everybody will be interested in that—you came here for the Midnight vs Shadowbolt girls action, after all—I offer you the chance to skip over the Enter the Griffons story arc to the first chapter following by clicking this link:

Chapter 20: Lemon Zested, Prelude - v2

This chapter will recap what happened while setting up Midnight’s final showdown with the worst Shadowbolt girl of all—Lemon Zest. So for those not interested in such subjects as griffon/dragon pairings, griffies of all ages being turned into sex toys, their entire city being converted into an incredibly X-rated version of its former self from their ruler’s throne room to the very sculptures in their museums, and a climactic sensual showdown between the griffon Queen (whose human counterpart Principals Luna and Celly know well) and an invading Dragon Lord, feel free to skip over them.

Don’t worry; I’ve made sure that the subsequent chapter recaps the Enter the Griffons arc enough that you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to.

Regards,

—Firesight