Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

I have to admit that by this point, I was not only wondering if there was any limit to Midnight Sparkle’s power, ambition or perversion, but also if I secretly hoped that there wasn’t.

It wasn’t just my ongoing enjoyment of being with Fluttershy, who I never imagined I could enjoy the company of so greatly—I’m sure I said this before, but she would have been pretty much my last choice of partner among my friends before this. Not because I didn’t like her, but because being so bashful, I simply thought she wasn’t my type.

It also wasn’t the fact that our sex was far better than anything I’d ever experienced previously, even counting my more tainted and magic-boosted encounters when I was still in my bad girl phase. It was instead the combination of all the scenes around me paired with my own, saturating my senses and desires, feeding all my various fetishes at once.

From males of multiple races made gay to Fleur getting gangbanged by four boys she thought were beneath her, from Big Macintosh being remotely screwed by impala organs in Neighrobi to the dragons turning anthro after performing oral sex on Pinkie Pie, every portal Midnight had opened and object she had created had turned into a frontier for previously unknown sexual pleasures. And none were spared from participating in it, which was a point now driven home as Indigo and Sunny Flare helplessly stroked and orally serviced the four singularity-imparted phalluses of Sour Sweet.

Worse for them, they couldn’t stop themselves from either doing it or enjoying it, as they pushed their large mammaries into the cock teats—sorry, I just don’t like calling them ‘dicknipples’—of Sour Sweet from either side of her, going down on the slightly tapered equine organs that the High Priestess had helped impart. They both growled angrily and moaned passionately along with Sour Sweet herself around her tongue cock, with the three rivals engaging in what I can only call the hottest of hate sex.

It’s worth noting that for me, the turn-on of the scene wasn’t all the cocks or body modifications. It was the simple fact that they were being dominated so completely by Midnight’s mind, magic and mating aura that they were not only made to do it, but enjoy it.

Made to indulge themselves helplessly before her.

Made mere playthings for their new mistress, as were we all at that moment.

I shivered and came hard yet again at the realization that we were completely under her thrall and power, once more finding myself contemplating surrender instead of my own ascension. And I’m sure I wasn’t the only one at that point among my friends.

Pinkie and Rarity continued to enjoy the company of dragons, while AJ and RD were to that point content to only be with each other, though they clearly didn’t mind the small audience of pegasi that had gathered beneath the ground portal. They were watching the two human girls while stroking themselves and offering commentary, though nopony was brave enough to try and pass through.

I sensed that it was just a matter of time, though, and I found my eyes falling on the blue drakina princess again. She was now being screwed by all the drakes at once, being coached by Pinkie Pie on how to pleasure them simultaneously.

She apparently took to her lessons quite eagerly as she lay on top of the largest drake, taking one paired drake organ in her snout while pillowing it between her new boobs. Two more filled her steaming sex and tail; she also grasped the two sets of flanking phalluses in her talons and stroked them until they erupted all over her face and chest to the praise of Pinkie and cheers of the drakinas, who watched the scene unfold raptly with Rarity.

They shouted encouragement, pawing and petting at each other the whole time while Rarity made out directly with Rose Ruby, who was the only drakina her size. “You know, you remind me of someone, darling…” she told the other female between kisses. “Do you happen to have a gold-scaled sister?”

I didn’t hear the answer over a sudden gust of wind. Through it all, the naked singularity just floated placidly overhead; a dark star and gateway to other realities that continued to slowly suck in air and matter while distorting what was seen behind it, pulling the hair of the three Shadowbolt girls towards it.

You know, having been shown that lava and even black holes could be erotic objects, my sexual horizons had been considerably expanded that day. And maybe that's what I appreciated most of all—that Midnight not only had such a fertile imagination, but she had the power to make even the wildest fantasies real. Maybe even ones that would make the Equestrian Chaos God named Discord blush!

It didn’t hurt that she had found a kindred spirit in the Highborne High Priestess, who now oversaw the punishment of not only Sour Sweet, but Indigo and Sunny Flare. Have to say, I think I was starting to crush on her as well, given her own great power and keen understanding of human sexuality. To say nothing of the fact that she seemed to be the one being in either realm Midnight recognized as something close to a peer.

Truly, if those two teamed up, they’d be unbeatable. And as Juniper Neptune swore allegiance to Midnight, offering her loyalty in exchange for getting to use the naked singularity—which she saw as the way to realize what her line believed was their race’s divine destiny—I realized that the fate of both worlds might already be sealed. And did that mean my greatest dream or nightmare was about to come true?

“I give you the griffons,” Juniper Neptune said with great relish as she opened a fresh circular orange-ringed portal to a place I’d only seen once before—the Hall of Heroes in the Griffon Kingdom’s capital city of Arnau. My thirteen-year old self had gone there once with Princess Celestia on a state visit, though I’d been little more than bored by it at the time given I cared very little for history or historical figures—except insofar as they might have power to offer or knowledge on how to attain it.

It was the Kingdom’s largest and most hallowed national monument, dedicated to all the great griffons of the past, though they weren’t so proud that they wouldn’t include members of other races who had done heroic things for them. Its broad hall was lined with exquisitely rendered life-sized statues representing those past figures paired with accompanying exhibits explaining who they were and why they were there, and both the walls and ceiling were adorned like the Sistine Chapel with scenes of heroism and valor from the Kingdom’s past.

It was also quite filled with patrons, all dressed nicely, while the widely-separated walls were lined with strong green-armored soldiers equipped with crossbows, shields and spears—I believe they were called Paladins; the equivalent of Equestria’s Royal Guard. They all turned at the unlikely sight of a portal opening right into the interior of the Hall, where they beheld not just the dark goddess that was Midnight, but all the X-rated action behind her.

The effect on the civilians was immediate as the combination of Midnight’s and Juniper’s irresistibly strong mating auras bathed them. It caused feathered cheeks to flush and wings to begin to stiffen and flare in a visible sign of their race’s arousal; one that was shared by tiercels and eaglesses—their terms for males and females—alike.

“A race as proud and powerful as they are virile, if at times a little too… traditional for my tastes. In my view, they could use some of your influence, My Queen. 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 civilian griffons nearest the portal shouted in an accented voice; there were clearly a few present that understood and spoke Equish.

“I see… such an interesting species! They, like so many other new creatures I have beheld this day, look straight out of human mythology! But unlike human descriptions of griffons, these real ones are not limited to lion and eagle attributes—it appears they can take the feline and avian features of any hunting cat and bird of prey.”

“As you say. They used to have tribes based on pairings like eagle and lion before they established their civilization. But no longer,” Juniper Neptune noted. “There was even a bat-griffon tribe once, but it was seen as heretical and hunted down without mercy in their ancient past.” She bowed her head in sadness.

“Truly? A great loss, and one we might rectify later. But that ancient humanity saw only one such version of them suggests that there was a connection between our worlds in that ancient past, involving just a single tribe. I would like to know more, but such purely scholarly questions can wait until later,” Midnight decided, making me reflect that she was still every bit the scientist Twilight Sparkle was.

“And such unique flavors of magic I sense from them, with their power concentrated in their wings. They lack horns, but that one wields a stave through which she can project her aura,” She motioned with her head towards an approaching griffon mage in Paladin armor, whose stave was already aglow with defensive magic. “Nevertheless, you are clearly correct in your appraisal of them, High Priestess. I sense both great passion and magical potential.”

“You flatter me. And them.” Even as the High Priestess bowed her head at the compliment, Midnight used her power to widen the rift further and float up towards it, her closer proximity alone causing the alarm of the Paladins to grow and the arousal of the civilians to increase as the wings of those nearest flared so hard and stiffly they were no longer capable of flight. “Though I submit that such scholarly questions as you might ponder do not end there.”

“Oh?” Midnight asked as she easily deflected what felt like a magical nullification spell launched from the staff of the mage. It was designed to neutralize spellcasting and disperse magical fields, but Midnight defeated it with no effort, turning it right back on its caster.

She was instantly stripped of her power and protective wards, meaning she was no longer protected from the effects of Midnight’s mating magic, which hit her full force. Her cheeks flushed and beak fell open, suddenly compelled to grind the end of her staff between her hovering hind legs in full view of Midnight and the other griffons as she gave a needy trill.

“Indeed. For if you look closely, you might notice some surprising similarities to a kingdom and culture from your own world’s history,” Juniper Neptune suggested with a coy note while she watched the display in great amusement, and I had at least some inkling of what she meant from when I’d tried to figure out if there were any human analogs to sources of Tellusian power.

To my great frustration and disappointment, there weren’t, removing one of my main motives in coming here. It also forced me to wait many moons for a chance to cross back over, so I could steal an artifact that would make me all-powerful in this world. But I did discover there were many odd historical and geographical analogs to Tellus on Earth. Or was it the other way around…?

I still didn’t have an answer to that as I pondered the question while eagerly eating out Fluttershy, whose exotic butterscotch taste, pillowy softness and adorable coos I couldn’t get enough of no matter how much of them I’d already had. Her internal magic was building too; I guessed that another few minutes of lovemaking was all it would take for her and the other girls to reach full flourish.

Or maybe not, since a quick scan with my magical awareness showed that Applejack and Rainbow Dash were lagging the others in terms of building magic levels. I could tell Rarity and Pinkie were already at full power with their magic ready to be harvested, but what did my other two friends need?

I wasn’t sure other than expressing their individual Elements of Harmony more, meaning they needed to be honest and loyal. Once they were, my plan to take down Midnight could finally be carried out, and yet… I found myself wishing for more time to spend with Fluttershy first. Not only to enjoy her kindness and company, but to see what Midnight would do with the griffons.

“Similarities?” Twilight looked genuinely fascinated as I sensed her scanning nearby minds as well as their surroundings while the remaining griffon Paladins moved up. They leveled their spears and crossbows at her as they formed a ring around the portal and ordered those closest to move back; I could hear their leader calling for help, announcing that an ‘evil alien alicorn’ was present.

“They speak a variant of Latin! And the ranks of those soldiers… are Roman!” she saidin amazement. “They’re literally the Roman Empire!”

“They are?” It was Principal Luna who called out from the magically created balcony where she and Celestia were attended by a dozen students. The former was now sandwiched between no less than six boys who couldn’t get enough of her naked form and dark blue body, wearing blissful expressions as they fondled her from head to toe while waiting the chance to claim one of her available orifices.

“Sister, think of the incredible educational opportunities this would give our students, to be able to visit a modern version of ancient Rome! It was the subject of my Master’s Degree, so we simply must arrange for field trips and an ongoing exchange program there immediately!” she said around a mouthful of cock, her hands alternately grasping student flanks and their increasingly large stallionhoods.

“It would be an educational experience, Luna. But I don’t know if we have the budget…” Celestia weakly protested as she sat up on the lounge sofa with now half a dozen female students attending her, her back arched as two girls squeezed and suckled her basketball-sized breasts. She groped the flanks and fingered the sexes of two more, holding them possessively to her sides as the final two laid kisses down her legs while taking turns diving between them to orally pleasure her marehood.

“If we cannot convince the state or county to fund it, we might have to ask Filthy Rich or Fancy Pants for additional money. And what about parental permission and passports? Not every student has them. Interdimensional customs might be an issue as well!” she recited even as she came again while the nectar she spurted was eagerly lapped up by the female students between her legs.

To see her then, it left me wondering if she had the same strawberry vanilla cream flavor my world’s Celestia had, and in all honesty, it also left me more than a little envious of the girls clustered around her. My jealousy was a result of seeing them treat her as the goddess I’d once seen her, even as I plotted to usurp her.

“Well, why not do it?” Dean Cadance asked from somewhere out of view behind them, where a mixture of male and female students attended her and the portal to a Changeling hive had attracted a bevy of sorely aroused drones to watch the scene. “We could set up a joint exchange program with both our schools! Though I suppose Principal Cinch would have to approve it… or maybe not if I could convince Superintendent Faust to remove her and appoint me Principal in her place! What do you think, Ms. Cherilee?” she then called between kisses to the next balcony over.

“Oh! I would love to take my students there! The lesson plans would write themselves! And we could take them across this portal as well!” she stated enthusiastically as she was now bathed head to toe in magically projected Impala and zebra tongues along with the human version of Ms. Zecora. They were suspended in the air by multiple magical auras cast directly through the portal, their bodies pressed together so they could make out while their intimate areas were turned to face the rift where an enormous Neighrobian audience had gathered to gape and drool.

“I don’t even think it would cost that much! With these rifts, travel expenses are reduced to zero! And besides, history and geography lessons always take far better when they can be experienced directly, after all! And the same goes for experiencing a different culture!” she said around kisses of Zecora.

Our school’s chemistry teacher nodded even as she moaned into Ms. Cherilee’s mouth—would you believe I still don’t know either of their first names?—and the pair reached down to spread the other’s cheeks wide to invite more audience attention, whether from a four-legged gaze or a magically projected phallus. “Don’t you think so, Ms. Zecora?”

“As this culture is new, my colleague speaks true! This feels so good, that to share it, I would!” she announced; I regret I couldn’t tell at that moment if the zebra version of her that Sugarcoat was with could hear her. Then again, even if she could, a glance over showed that the pair weren’t even capable of speech any longer. Not with their teats, tongues and clits sprouting cocks courtesy of their ethereal unicorn lover, riding his twin organs while stroking or rubbing their own together.

“Eeeyuup!” AJ’s older sibling added as he was now taking not one but three impala organs up the rear, as between Midnight’s various magical influences and perhaps a muscle relaxant spell or two cast by the bucks, his sphincter had been loosened enough to allow it. But then they withdrew as he was suddenly turned over on to all fours and a large zebra stallion approached the portal, his enormous organ nearly scraping the ground as he hungrily eyed AJ’s older brother.

The three impala then projected his entire form across the portal like the spectral version of Upper Crust Midnight had given the Abyssinians, while the four-legged crowd held their breath. Lowering his head to lick Big Macintosh’s nethers once along the entire length of his cleft, he remotely moved up over him before pressing his unflared head into his human lover’s softened tail. Big Mac groaned as the pressure increased and it found purchase, slipping into him with a loud slurp despite its impressive size.

The zebras pinwheeled their hooves and nickered appreciatively at the feat while the stallion reared up on the other side of the portal, picking up AJ’s older brother with his enormous equine cock. The pair were supported by Impala auras as he pushed down on an equally ethereal representation of the burly human’s shoulders to sink it further into him while he turned them around to face the crowd, showing the enormous organ disappearing into a wriggling, writhing Big Macintosh inch by unlikely inch until he had taken it all up to the medial ring.

“That’s my bro!” Applejack called out, staring at the scene as raptly as she had the initial one with Sugarcoat while waving her Stetson hat like she was at a rodeo. “Take it all, Big Mac!”

“By Granny’s secret still… you got it, sis!” he managed as his already-engorged organ flared further and spurted slightly with the first thrust of the stallion’s hips, from what I can only assume was pressure on his prostate. His human cock itself continued to grow as more magic was fed to him, surpassing fourteen inch in length as it hung out rigidly from his body and twitched with every throb of the massive stallionhood within him.

“Well. It would seem this new race is as popular among the school staff as myself,” Midnight said, having paused her observations to listen to the conversation, giving a knowing grin. The High Priestess likewise smirked, though she did seem somewhat taken by the sight of Big Macintosh lifted up and impaled on half of an eighteen-inch zebra stallionhood. “And how telling that they think of their students’ educational opportunities first! I must say, I approve.”

“As do I. Though I take some interest in this ‘staff’ myself—especially your Dean and Principals, who might have an analog or three in my world,” Juniper Neptune said with a twinkle. “Might I have a turn with them? Or perhaps even take them home with me?” She gave Luna a lascivious look, who stared back at her in some confusion, like she was sure she’d seen the other female somewhere before.

Wait—did that mean the High Priestess had a human equivalent somewhere? If so, why hadn’t my research upon arrival turned up any trace of her?

Midnight smiled and closed her eyes; I can only assume she knew who the High Priestess referred to from having earlier read her memories. “If that is your wish, I have no objection. And perhaps to further those educational opportunities, I’ll make the portal to this griffon realm permanent. Once I’ve examined their intriguing race in great detail, that is,” she amended her statement, floating up directly in front of the portal as she scanned them with her magic.

“Their exotic bodies right out of human mythology are remarkable enough, but that they are somehow a Tellusian version of the Roman Empire is fascinating.” For the first time, she passed through the portal directly until she was several feet inside of it, meaning that her mating aura was no longer even slightly attenuated by the portal passage, or even the wards that additional arriving griffon mages had cast.

There were three more of them as the Paladins had clearly called for reinforcements to contain the magical breach. From what I could hear, they and another score of soldiers had arrived to surround the portal on both sides, though the nature of the rifts was that they were only active or visible in one direction—the forward-facing one.

Though I’d never seen a portal before this other than the hidden one in the Canterlot High plaza, I’d studied them enough to know that they could not be seen from behind, nor could you see what was behind them when looking through the front. If you walked into the rear of one, it would be impassable from that direction and would repel you, though the concentrated magic that surrounded it might have untoward effects if you got close enough.

The sensual effects of Midnight’s magic continued to build despite the best efforts of the mages to contain or disperse it, as their standard spells simply weren’t strong enough against alicorn-level power.

But griffon mages, or Magus Knights as the griffons themselves call them, are trained from birth and groomed for military service, possessing an impressive arsenal of incantations to draw from. At a shouted order from their increasingly red-cheeked leader, whose flying was getting more awkward due to partially stiffened wings—their power and protective enchantments were clearly only slowing the effects of Midnight’s power, not stopping it—they put nullification gems directly into their staves and aimed them at Midnight, which would allow them to fire a far stronger spell.

As they did so, the line of hovering Paladin soldiers interposed themselves between the interdimensional rift into the Hall of Heroes and the scores of civilians present, which included at least a dozen cubs of various ages present with their parents, pulling their shields from their backs and arranging them in a practiced pattern around the rift.

Cascading spellwork then passed between them that formed a powerful shield around the rip in reality. It blocked the bulk of its magical expenditures, while the mages concentrated their auras on casting an enormously powerful nullification spell that would wipe out the magical breach entirely.

Clearly, the griffons were well-used to dealing with magical threats, most likely from their constant skirmishes and occasionally outright warfare with the Antler-equipped Ibexians to their east. Midnight herself seemed alternately amused and impressed by their efforts, as she initially did nothing to counter it except to slowly boost her magical output, apparently trying to see how much of her power they could actually hold back.

Whatever the answer was, it boiled down to not enough of it, as glowing cracks were beginning to form in shields and staves as they struggled to hold back the sheer weight of her aura. It was soon leaking out again through those same cracks to affect the civilians again; even the heavily protected Paladins were starting to show signs of excitement as cheeks flushed and pink male organs poked free of their sheaths.

Through it all, the civilians kept pressing forward towards Midnight and Juniper despite the soldiers repeatedly ordering them back, with several of the former already starting to rub their aroused wings and raise their tails to whoever was behind them. The effect even seemed to take hold of the cubs present there, even if the younger ones didn’t understand what they were feeling, looking around in confusion to see suddenly swollen sexes and newly erect spears hanging beneath male bellies. A few even sat back to see their own organs emerge for the first time, experimentally stroking them while asking their parents what they were.

“They are indeed the Tellusian equivalent of the Roman Empire, though unlike your own, they did not pass from existence, but instead, came to rule their entire continent and have done so for over a millennium! So does my offering please you, My Queen?” Juniper Neptune asked hopefully, standing in back of Midnight with her arms crossed and ever-erect cock nearly touching the portal she had created. I couldn’t help but wonder again what spell she’d used to make such a stable one that I’d never known of before—I would have killed to be able to generate one like that while I was still a unicorn!

“It does indeed. There is clearly much I can do with them! Very well, then. I offer you a reprieve from your coming punishment, Zesty! Let me first see what exotic knowledge and erotic pleasures I can derive from this unique and extremely interesting race,” she announced, standing fast before the mages as they finished their buildup to a massive nullfication spell and readied to cast it. “And the first order of business is to brush aside this feeble resistance and see them as they truly are, without such unneeded encumbrances as clothing…”

She trailed off as she willed the naked singularity to move forward toward the rift with but a glow of her horn and wave of her hand, and in another impossibility, it went right through without having any effect on it—as far as I knew from my arcane studies, such a powerful gravitational or magical anomaly as that attempting to pass the portal should have instantly collapsed it!

But as had already been demonstrated so many times before, Midnight either didn’t know or didn’t care what she shouldn’t be able to do; I couldn’t help but notice that even the High Priestess looked surprised at the feat. Regardless, the purpose of the singularity’s passage became clear as it instantly sucked every single scrap of wood, steel, fabric and piece of jewelry from right off the Hall’s griffon guards and guests.

It effortlessly stripped them from their bodies and reduced them to thin streamers of spaghettified quantum mist as they were pulled into the singularity, whipping around its ergosphere at increasingly breakneck speed into an accretion disk before disappearing into its depths entirely.

It even dissolved the armor right off the imposing Paladins and ripped their spears, shields, magus staffs and other weapons right out of their collective grasp, destroying their barrier and disarming them in mere moments to leave them as naked and exposed to Midnight’s magical influences as the rest.

They’d been at least partially able to resist the erotic effects of the twin mating auras because being elite soldiers, their armor and shields had been enchanted to protect them against various forms of magical curses and charms.But such wards or even the most powerful of griffon spellcasting were no proof against the selective gravitational effects of a magic-charged singularity, naked or otherwise. And once stripped of their armor and staves, they fell prey to those mating auras and their own growing urges in turn.

Worse for them, the fact that they were closest to Midnight meant her influence was greatest on them, as they were turned on even faster than the civilians they’d been trying to protect.

Their wings splayed as their feathered cheeks flushed hard, leaving them quickly and sorely aroused and amenable to whatever Midnight wished. Even the well-muscled males curled their occasionally tasseled tails right over their backs in open display to the crowd below them while their lobed organs went instantly and quite rigidly erect, surging forth out of their sheaths as if pulled by a powerful magnet while griffon teats turned equally taut low on eagless bellies.

All of which I could tell because Midnight magically picked them up from their hovers and pulled them nearer the portal to where she could see their anatomy more closely, running her aura through their fur and feathers to get a sense of their bodies and see where their erogenous zones were.

She then floated two of them—the tiger-striped Paladin Centurion with imperial eagle forequarters and his second, a serval-spotted eagless with the head of a hawk whose rank I can’t remember the term for—directly in front of her, where she could examine them up close and personal.

Though they weakly protested their treatment by speaking Latin—or what they called ‘Aeric’—they ultimately couldn’t resist her as Midnight held not just them but all fifty of the formerly formidable Paladin soldiers suspended in the air before her. As she did so, I could just hear the sound of the Hall’s thick and heavy entrance doors shut and locked from somewhere behind the portal, sealing them all in; I could also hear some sort of clarion call cut off when they shut with a resounding boom!

With no further interruptions coming, she focused her efforts on the ranking pair and quickly determined from their reactions—and in particular from causing the disarmed eagless to come with a loud cry to her Ancestors from pinion stimulation alone—that their wings and flight muscles were very sexually sensitive.

Once she realized it, Midnight smiled evilly and began to magically feel up all the stripped soldiers at once with a gleeful relish. She mercilessly tweaked teats and feathertips alike on the females while massaging flight muscles, squeezing sacs and stroking tiercel ‘spears’, as I knew griffons referred to their stallionhoods, on the males, leaving them squirming helplessly in midair.

She didn’t stop until she’d made all fifty of them come despite their best efforts to resist it, which became increasingly feeble as they got closer to climax and she reduced them to the same playthings she’d already made so many others. In the end, it took just half a minute before the first male soldier orgasmed with a loud trill and powerful eruption of cum. The rest of his unit followed like a string of Minotaurian firecrackers, climaxing with fervent calls to their Ancestors or equally profane curses to their crows.

Despite bathing them in its brilliance for only a minute, Midnight’s mating aura did its damage swiftly, supercharging them with desire and seed to such an extent that it caused them to climax more powerfully than they probably ever had before in their lives. They came so hard in the air that the females squirted nectar a spectacular distance out their open entrances while the males creamed all over their own feathered chests and faces, leaving cum dripping off their panting beaks.

I shivered in sympathy as I watched it from this side of the portal; even Fluttershy had sat up to see what was happening after sensing my interest in it. “Oh, my. Such interesting and virile creatures. Did you know them, too?” she asked as she massaged my back, watching the scene with some curiosity of her own.

It took a moment before I could gather myself enough to reply. “Not really… I just visited the Kingdom and that very Hall once as a unicorn.” It was the truth, as I’d never really had a thing for griffons, who I considered a bunch of freaks and barbarians given their hybrid bodies and that they typically fought before mating. Even then, what turned me on wasn’t so much their bodies as their state—as seeing such a proud and powerful race reduced to sexual putty by Midnight’s magic—arguably her greatest conquest yet. “I wasn’t impressed back then, but I am now…”

“Well, if you like them, then let’s move closer,” Fluttershy suggested, standing up to take my hand and guide me to a better vantage point where we could observe. I allowed her to lead me to a nearby elevated bench that faced that portal where she sat down, and bade me in turn to sit on her lap so she could continue to pleasure me.

If Midnight noticed us, she ignored us, either considering us beneath her or otherwise too intent on her explorations of the griffon form. “It is interesting how they call themselves warriors when fully half their bodies are erogenous zones,” she remarked in some amusement to the High Priestess as she lowered all the panting Paladins back to the ground. She turned them over on their backs with their hindquarters facing her, their legs held wide. She continued to bathe them in her full magical brilliance as Juniper Neptune watched in keen interest, letting her take the lead.

“You would think that would be a vulnerability in battle. And yet, I daresay even the three girls behind you resisted more strongly than this!” she said, to which Indigo, Sunny Flare and Sour Sweet all raised middle fingers at her and emitted muffled curses around the phalluses filling their mouths. The first two had their left hands on Sour Sweet’s tongue and clit cocks, while their right belied their disgusted expressions at sexually servicing a hated schoolmate by being planted firmly between their legs, continually pleasuring themselves.

“Do not be fooled, my Queen. For they have fought and won countless wars over the long course of their existence, including over some very powerful foes. As they have had to struggle mightily for their continued existence over the many millennia of their history, their pride as a people is real, but also admittedly well-earned,” she offered, her words resulting in a few puffed-out chests and flared headcrests from the civilians on the other side.

For her part, Midnight nodded sagely. “So I see from their thoughts, and those statues of heroes past they so lovingly rendered. In truth, I find such societal self-veneration rather refreshing. They do please me, and in that case, I will grant them gifts worthy of their great pride…” She announced as she turned up the intensity of her mating aura further on them.

And just as had happened with the humans and even the dragons, her mating magic caused their intimate attributes to grow, with eagless teats slowly swelling into full-blown boob quartets on their bellies before the astonished civilian audience as the barely softened spears of the male soldiers likewise went rigid again, growing even larger than before.

Their tiercel organs, which had a bulbed appearance in that they had two large lobes near the base that tapered gradually to a nearly pointed tip, more than doubled in girth and length as I watched, leaning forward hard on Fluttershy’s lap. Even their balls began to bulge, growing from merely tennis to softball size, causing the staring civilians to start checking their own to see if they were experiencing the same effects.

To their mingled surprise and delight, they were, if not at the same pace as those closest to Midnight, who managed to weakly raise their heads and see what was happening to them. Several of the gaping tiercels reached down to grasp and stroke their new stature, no longer caring who was watching, while the eaglesses likewise groped their newly prominent mammaries or reached all the way down between their legs.

Then again, it was all they could do as their sex-stiffened wings were so rigid that they were trapped on their backs, unable to immediately get up due to the very smooth floor as their paws and talons could find no purchase against it. They were only able to self-pleasure while their hind legs flexed and claws splayed sensually; a few were even holding talons or reaching over to try and fondle their friends, starting to look frustrated that they couldn’t otherwise reach them to spend their passions properly.

Midnight then noticed the onlooking civilians fully, who were staring at the sexually aroused soldiers raptly. Several were licking their beaks while rubbing wings to see their growing spears and teats, tails raised high over their backs. They kept a cautious distance from Midnight and the portal despite the increasingly enormous temptations they were experiencing; even the cubs were rubbing up against their parents, and in at least one case, latched onto their mother’s teats.

She then addressed them in Aeric—she might have mentally absorbed knowledge of their language again, but in fairness, I wouldn’t have put it past Twilight to already know Latin. I knew just enough of the language from my studies as Celestia’s student to recognize that she was asking them if they liked what they saw.

In answer, one of the braver civilian griffons—a young and dark-feathered tiercel with cougar hindquarters and green eyes—stepped forward to bare his throat hard in a supplicating gesture. He asked her in surprisingly good Equish if she was an alien alicorn, to which the High Priestess smiled and Midnight answered with a grin that she was far more than even that—a newly birthed goddess with a keen interest in both magic and mating. She was then asked if she intended to conquer the Kingdom, to which Midnight exchanged another knowing glance with Juniper.

“No, my young and nubile friend. For now, I am simply a seeker of knowledge and lover of sex. And with regards to the latter, your race is of great interest to me, both for its impressive endowments and many sensual surfaces.” She emphasized her words by tweaking each of his rigid pinions in turn, causing him to gasp and fall to his knees before her, only barely able to hold his hindquarters high enough to keep his throbbing organ from touching the cold stone floor.

Seeing him struggle to stay standing, she levitated him off the floor and moved him forward towards her. Stopping him just mere feet away, she inspected him closely as he hovered helplessly before her, his back arched to push his drooling spear towards her as his eyes gazed upon her in pure worship.

It absorbed her mating magic like a sponge and grew larger as I watched, now clutching Fluttershy’s hands to my chest. I felt nearly as compelled as Applejack had been earlier to approach the scene, which might have left me falling through the open ground portal.. Fortunately, Fluttershy held me back.

“But lest you think my interests are shallow, I greatly appreciate what I see of your history and culture. I find your race worthy of reward and my erotic attention. So tell me—what is your name, young griffon?” she asked him, though that was a courtesy given she could just read the knowledge from his mind.

“Fortrakt Gletscher…” he barely said, his voice awestruck as he beheld her, his gaze tracing her form appreciatively while his eleven-inch organ stood out nearly perpendicular from his body, seemingly reaching for her. “And this is my favorite place to visit in the entire Kingdom.”

“Then you appreciate your history and heritage. I approve wholeheartedly.” Midnight gave him a nod of acknowledgement even as she gave his exotic body a series of magical caresses, leaving him on the cusp of orgasm but not quite letting him get there.

She next turned the attention of her gaze and aura on his visibly throbbing phallus. “You truly have superb stature, Fortrakt Gletscher, even before my influence was felt! But as I can tell from your thoughts that you very much enjoy being seen and studied in your aroused state, I believe I will make your ‘spear’, as your race so tellingly calls them, the model for my growing collection.” She bathed his balls and bulbous organ in a fresh spell that made him shudder and moan, leaving his eyes unfocused and his tongue hanging out of his beak. “Would you like that?”

“Y-yes…” He trilled his assent and enjoyment, giving an involuntary buck of his hips towards her. The tiercel’s phallus—I wasn’t that good a judge of griffon ages, but I would have been surprised if he was a day over eighteen—was then replicated perfectly as it simply sprouted directly out of the granite floor, rising on a stone pillar to meet him.

“And there we are. So what do you think, Fortrakt Gletscher?” She made a show of magically stroking it once along its entire length as it rose before them, the sensation of which was instantly transmitted to his real organ, causing him to nearly come on the spot. “Now who shall I use this on…?” She made a show of looking around, only to stop at a mental tap from the high Priestess, who was now slowly pleasuring her marehood to the sight of him.

“I think he likes it. I know his kind well, so if I may be so bold as to offer a suggestion, My Queen…” I could sense magic in the air that indicated she was speaking telepathically to Midnight, who closed her eyes and smiled.

“An excellent idea. I do believe we will be getting along swimmingly, Juniper Neptune. Very well, my young friend. I offer you a rare treat.” She raised the pillar until it was nearly at the level of the portal, where everyone could see him and he, in turn, could see everyone else. She followed that up by bending his legs towards the cavernous ceiling and lowering him down on top of his own organ—tail first.

His eyes went wide and beak gaped as he realized her intentions to make him a centerpiece sexual exhibit of the Hall, his tail involuntarily flicking itself aside as what amounted to his own spear readied to enter his sphincter. “By my most virile and amorous ancestors, I’m being… being…!”

“Tucked!” The High Priestess finished for him as contact was made and the tip of his own organ parted his anal opening with ease, eliciting a desperate and needy trill from his avian throat.

Unable to resist not just the rapture but the very idea of his own cock somehow taking his own tail—I can still only imagine what it was for him to experience both penetrating and being penetrated at once!—he began to buck his hips hard to gain more sensation; his real organ twitching and spurting clear fluid involuntarily onto the raised stage he sat on as he sat slowly back onto his haunches.

His hips beginning to involuntarily piston, each movement they delivered was transmitted directly into the stone construct, which duplicated the motion to sink itself deeper with each thrust as his organ pulsed and spurted in a feedback loop that pushed him quickly towards climax.

It took less than a minute. As the entire audience breathlessly watched, he gradually sank the full length of his magic-linked stone member into his own body, crying out to the crows and his Ancestors all the while until he was fully hilted, his rear pried wide open by what was, in effect, his own swollen spear.

With but a single wave of Midnight’s hand, the raised granite platform then turned into transparent crystal so everygriffon could see the entry point and how much of himself he was taking, eliciting a few muffled curses and even an involuntary step forward or two; at least one civilian tiercel watching leaned so far forward that he nearly fell over.

The stripped soldiers on their backs were unable to do much else but look up to see his state and start self-pleasuring again. Several tried desperately to roll themselves upright despite their incredibly rigid and arched-up wings that kept them pinned on the smooth floor, though they retained just enough warrior pride not to ask for help or release.

Though initially squeezing his eyes tightly shut to savor the sensations he was feeling, the griffon named Fortrakt finally opened them again to behold all the eagle eyes on him—okay, like Midnight said, griffons can technically have the eyes and plumage of any bird of prey, not just eagles—devouring their attention.

“Ancestors above, I’m not only being tucked but they’re all watching me! I’m naked and excited and they see me!” he shouted in increasing excitement as his gaze seemingly couldn’t stay in one place, flitting from griffon to staring griffon, lingering on those who were seemingly mastrubating to the sight of him—most notably, the soldiers below.

“That’s right, young griffon. They see you and envy you. They wish they were you. And can you blame them?” Juniper Neptune teased him; I assume she recognized his proclivities from long experience, if not a scrying spell. “You have been granted the favor of a goddess. And surely you will not disappoint her? Show her your appreciation. Show her how virile all griffons are. Prove your sexual prowess to all watching in this sacred hall!”

After so much magical stimulation, that little mental push was all he needed. “I… I…” His body tensed as his oversized balls suddenly drew right back up into his body. “Ancestors!” he called out again as his spear all but exploded, spurting his seed almost straight up as his spine arched so hard the curled edges of his splayed wings were nearly touching the sides of the pillar below the platform.

“By Celestia…” I couldn’t help but say as I saw the first few spurts fountain all over his feathered chest and face, leaving lines of cum dripping off and into his open beak. But he was far from finished as his body pitched forward slightly and his next score of eruptions rained down on the arc of soldiers lying on their backs before him.

In another incredibly unlikely feat I’m sure was due to Midnight altering probability, his still-spasming spear shot streamer after streamer down on them in every direction for the next twenty seconds; lines of copious cream unerringly finding their faces and teats, balls and cocks, sexes and sphincters. But far from being offended, they rubbed his essence into their bodies with even the males licking their beaks and poking talons into their tails, trying to spread it further and loosen their as-yet unused openings.

When he was finally done coming nearly a minute later, he collapsed slightly forward, his organ never softening while he was still held up right by the stone spear still firmly embedded beneath his tail. “Well done, my young friend. You can get up if you wish,” Midnight invited.

“I don’t want to…” was all Fortrakt could as he looked down in wonder to see what he had wrought on the civilian griffons and the score of soldiers below, with several of the former having come at the sight of him doing so. “All I ask is that you let me be seen by even more! That you help me share this Ancestor-sent experience… with everycreature!”

Midnight smiled, exchanging another glance and grin with the High Priestess. “For such a virile specimen belonging to such a magnificent race as yourself? As I am a generous goddess and your erotic offerings please me, I will grant your request, Fortrakt Gletscher. In fact, I am curious about something. It is said that if you want to understand a culture, you should learn what their youth dream about. So I wish to see what sexual fantasies a young griffon like yourself might have…”

She pointed a finger and cast a spell on him whose nature I couldn’t immediately discern except for some element of mental magic. “There you are. I grant you the ability to make others do what you wish. Your influence on their minds will be as irresistible as mine. So just as I am indulging my deepest desires, I now invite you to indulge yours.”

He gaped at her again, his now-twelve inch erection beginning to twitch and drizzle clear fluid once more. “My desires…?” He looked out over his audience, who seemed excited but uncertain, whispering quietly in worry amongst themselves—those that weren’t already so taken by the scene that they were actively making out or even outright rutting, that was. At least a few couples had mounted each other, unable to resist temptation for having an available mate any longer.

For a moment, he looked like he didn’t know where to begin. So he started by staring down at the biggest and highest ranking tiercel soldier present—the large tiger-striped Paladin Centurion. He was now stripped of his armor and lying on his back still covered in ribbons of cream—both his own, and Fortrakt’s. His gold eyes suddenly locked with Fortrakt’s and he shivered violently, his erect organ twitching hard as he only momentarily resisted whatever he was being made to do. He then curled his spine, bending his hindquarters over his fore until he was staring his own enormous organ in the face.

With the feline flexibility of his race, he bent himself so far backwards that he lowered the end of it into his open maw and began to suckle his own enhanced spear, still propped up on his wings while trapped on his back. Once he’d accomplished that, he reached up with his foretalons to pull his rear further towards his head, spreading his cheeks wide to display his softball-sized balls and still-virgin tail towards Fortrakt and Midnight.

“Ancestors…” Fortrakt was beginning to stroke himself to the sight, leaning as far forward as the crystalline dildo of his own cock would allow. “By all the crows of the Kingdom, it’s working!” He exclaimed excitedly as he then extended his influence to the other tiercel soldiers. He made them duplicate the feat while he induced the eaglesses to grope their swollen teats and use their talons to spread their ‘nests’, which was the griffon slang term for marehoods, wide for him to see.

“As you can plainly see, My Queen, some things never change regardless of race. Foremost among them, the flights of sensual fantasy young males indulge in,” the High Priestess remarked in amusement.

“Perhaps. But answer me this, Fortrakt Gletscher—why them?” she asked him directly, nodding to the floor below. “They are your own soldiers. And I can tell from your thoughts and emotions that you respect them. So why do you seek their sexual subjugation?”

He didn’t answer right away, and I couldn’t help but wonder why she was asking when she could simply read his mind. His eyes—and mine—continued to roam over the dozens of prone Paladins alternately sucking their own spears or writhing helplessly before him, waving their tails or thrusting their nests at him in enticement, devouring the scene he had helped create for several seconds before he answered her.

“Because… a griffon like me would never have a chance with them normally! I admire strong soldiers like them immensely—I always have! I want to be as much a warrior and griffon champion as the statues that stand before you! It’s why I spend so much time here at the Hall of Heroes!” he explained excitedly while listening to the needy trills below him. Such sounds included eaglesses begging him to fill their nests and even the tiercels openly inviting him to avail himself of their presented plots, each pleading to be serviced by him first.

He shivered at the sights and sounds, licking his beak once before continuing. “Even now, I worship their strength and size! I would pay homage to them by suckling their spears and teats as they stand at attention while on guard duty, but before this, I could neither arouse nor attract them. I cannot mate with such strong griffons without winning a mating round, but being so young and inexperienced in fighting, I am unable to stimulate them!” He hung his head for a moment, then brightened again.

“But no longer! At long last, I can thank them! Reward and revere them! See their stature and make them want me! Arouse them and make them come while calling my name!” he said as the tiercel Centurion suddenly came hard in his own face, forced to swallow as much of his own spunk as he could. Which he did with gusto, milking his own organ for everything he was worth before he collapsed to the ground again panting, seed spilling out his open beak down his cheeks and chin.

The rest of his stripped and sexually submitted unit soon followed, climaxing with a series of invocations that did include saying Fortrakt’s name, with the eagless and even the males begging him anew to fill their empty orifices with his tongue or talons, holding them open in enticement.

“By the Ancestors, my greatest fantasy is made real! But why stop with them?” he suddenly wondered as he looked around, sitting high on his makeshift throne with his curious half-avian cock throbbing hard before him. “I love seeing griffons excited and unable to hide it! Desperate in their desires and unable to restrain themselves from rutting, whether grown or cub! So…” He extended his influence throughout the hall, willing those few patrons still trying to be shy about showing themselves to do so.

They responded immediately by removing their talons from covering their crotches or stepping out from behind statues, some raising their tails or stretching out their hindquarters to show off their slowly growing attributes with others propping themselves up against the sculptures to reveal their arousal fully. A few even rolled forward onto their backs to showcase their newly enhanced malehoods and mammaries, which like the soldiers was a position they could easily get into but not out of given their stiff wings.

Ironically, the size and strength of the Paladins worked against them there, as their more muscled forms were weighted such that they didn’t have enough leverage to push out of it—at least, not on the smooth stone floor they couldn’t get enough traction on. The smaller civilians might be able to roll backwards out of it with some effort to stand upright again, but none did, presenting themselves to Fortrakt and each other without hesitation despite their fresh arousal and astonishment, staring down at themselves in disbelief as their marehoods winked and spears throbbed openly in the air before them

“Yes! Yes! That’s it!” Fortrakt shouted in pure joy; his spear growing even further as he watched. “Now I want them all to rut! And without a mating round!”

“By all means, my eager young teen. And a mating round is…?” Midnight prompted, clearly content to let Fortrakt do whatever he wished.

Juniper Neptune answered for him. “Mating rounds are ritual tests of warrior worthiness. They are stylized spars that normally precede more intimate affairs between griffons,” the High Priestess explained as she watched in an air of smug satisfaction that left me wondering if she’d crossed horns with the griffons before. “They stem from ancient times, when only the strongest of griffons gained the right to breed.”

And then I remembered from my long-ago studies of the great pony/griffon war of seven centuries prior that in fact, she had. Or rather, a previous incarnation of herself did. As every new Juniper Neptune inherited the memories and desires of her predecessors, did she therefore see this as getting a long-awaited and very ironic revenge for that centuries-old betrayal and defeat?

It might have been something I would ask her, if I could ever meet her in a purely social setting. And wasn’t still so taken by the idea of the proud and mighty griffies turned into helplessly excited tuck-toys within the confines of their most sacred place, with even some of their most elite soldiers turned into Playcolt interspecies issue centerfold spreads.

“It is how they build passion and is one of their more strict societal rules. Though I think that this young griffon gets off on the idea of exhibitionism and flaunting of those rules.” For the first time, the High Priestess flew through the portal to stand on the crystal platform beside him, ruffling his headfeathers affectionately with her magic.

The stormy skies around us got even more dark and violent when she did so in response to the further destabilization of the inter-dimensional boundaries. It was a sharp reminder that regardless of my enjoyment, I had to stop them, since Midnight was destabilizing the interdimensional boundaries further by crossing them herself. I knew that the passage of powerful magic users could worsen the rifting and energy imbalances, to potentially disastrous effects.

And yet, I didn’t care just then, wanting to see what she was going to do on the griffon side of the blue-rimmed rift. Indeed, neither Juniper nor Midnight seemed concerned as the rifts around us grew larger and a few new ones opened up, this time to other places with griffons, who turned to the rips in realities and gaped at what they saw.

“I would never have guessed,” Midnight chuckled over crossed arms from her hover, echoing my own thought as a giddy Fortrakt glanced back at them only briefly, though his gaze lingered in surprise on the High Priestess for a moment, devouring her exotic cream-skinned naked and bat-winged human form. “He takes after me in that regard. I like that. And I like him. So what will you do with your new power now, Fortrakt Gletscher?”

“This!” He induced two middle-aged eagless mothers, who had been staring at the stripped soldiers hungrily, to turn to each other and start making out passionately, doing so without shame or hesitation as their preteen cubs looked on in mingled interest and confusion.

Before long, they were standing upright belly to belly groping each other’s wings and flight muscles with audible moans, seemingly unable to stop as the two young female cubs that belonged to the pair copied the actions of their parents and other adults they saw. They rubbed their small but visibly swelling belly breasts first with their paws, and then against each other.

Eventually, the smaller mother with a snow leopard coat fell on her back while the larger black one with raven feathers toppled on top of her, their exquisitely stiff pinions touching as they rubbed their newly enhanced mammaries together. They took great pains to tweak each other’s teats as they did so, keeping their tails held high or swept aside to allow for a full view of their visibly wet and open entrances from the portal.

Fortrakt followed that up by making one of their older cubs, a single teenage tiercel who hadn’t yet shed his fledgling feathers, approach the pair. With yet another ubiquitous call to his Ancestors thanking them for the opportunity to be blessed with such a divine gift, he made the younger teen nose under their tails to eat both his mother and the other eagless out at once, though I doubt he needed much encouragement by then, prying open each of their nests with his beak in turn so he could reach his tongue deep inside them..

He did so tentatively at first, then increasingly eagerly as his own mother called his name, urging more from him; as the scene progressed, still other males collected around the pair at Fortrakt’s urging to fondle their female forms by groping their wings, flanks and flight muscles.

The two eaglesses accepted all the tiercel attention eagerly with the one on top raising her tail further to allow a talon to be inserted into her anal orifice, audibly trilling and noticeably shivering to feel the opening stretched. As the thicker part of the digit was inserted and wriggled inside her, she climaxed instantly, fluid spurting onto her surprised son’s face before oozing down into the nest of the eagless below her, whose sphincter received the same attention in turn from another tiercel talon slickened with her own juices.

Other griffons, tiercels and eaglesses alike then collected around the tiercels, attending them in turn to nuzzle their large and growing balls or even lick directly beneath their tails. Their efforts elicited some startled squawks, and in at least one case, another instant orgasm as a tongue from a second male wormed inside him. The urge to rut spread like wildfire from there, and within a minute, every single griffon in the Hall—dozens of them—had their spears serviced or erotic orifices filled, openly revelling in their very public arousal and lovemaking.

It has to be noted that even the cubs were taking part, from two teenage tiercels doing the swirl to even younger eagless cubs suckling a teat or spear belonging to their siblings or parents. In at least one instance, a mother gently introduced her two young boys to her eagless attributes under what I assume was Fortrakt’s influence, lying on her back while inviting them to explore her feminine body to their heart’s content.

They did so eagerly, sampling her with tongue and talon, finding out quickly what she liked—teat tweaks and clit licks among other things—and doing more of it when they sensed her enjoyment grow. They openly marveled at her matronly form while she fondled their newly adult-sized spears and sacs in turn, explaining what they were and inviting her twins to put them inside her so they could learn how to pleasure an eagless properly.

They took to their lessons quite eagerly, and taking turns claiming her nest, each made their mother climax in under a minute with a loud and passionate trill, briefly startling them. But she put them at ease by praising them and thanking them for making her feel so good, openly wondering—and even hoping!—if her sons had just given her a fresh set of cubs.

It was an incredibly lurid show—for the record, griffons don’t really have hang-ups regarding underage sex or incest; it’s normally more a question to them of whether you can fight a proper round or not—and I admit I did get off to it again, as did Fortrakt, who fountained a second time all over the Paladins lying prone before him. Unable to do anything but lie there unbearably and insatiably aroused, able only to crane their necks to see what was happening behind them, several came instantly to feel Fortrakt’s seed showering them again; globs and streamers stitching fresh lines across their faces and wings, spears, sacs and teats.

When he had pitched forward again, his latest orgasm leaving him momentarily spent, Midnight spoke again. “I see you were particularly keen on that mother and her cubs. Why did you make them do that?” she suddenly asked. “An interest in incest?”

“Not just for that…” Fortrakt actually sounded forlorn for a moment as he stared at the pair. “My own mother… she abandoned my father and me when I was only six, after he was wounded in military service and lost the ability to fly. She took my sisters and left me alone to help him! By all the crows of the Kingdom, I hated her for that! They’re as young as I was then, so I want those tiercel cubs taken care of! Loved and accepted and appreciated!” He began to cry despite his excitement as Midnight and Juniper exchanged a startled look.

“And just who is this dishonorable eagless who disowned you and your sire, young Gletscher?” A suddenly angry High Priestess asked. “Be assured, I will find her and punish her.” Her tone was anything but pleasant even as her cock twitched hard.

“Her name is Vastata Dives. Last I knew, she lived in Catlais. And you may do what you will with her with my blessing…” He gave a pained trill as he looked away.

“And mine as well. It sounds like you take that rather personally, High Priestess,” Midnight noted over crossed arms.

“I have my reasons,” was all Juniper Neptune would say, her tone clipped as she rested a hand on Fortrakt’s neck, moving up further to stand directly beside him on the pillar. “And they are no less valid than his. So fear not, Fortrakt Gletscher. Your mother will pay for abandoning you and your father. So says the High Priestess of the Highborne.”

“Thank you…” he granted, turning to nuzzle her; he seemed surprised to find himself staring her chest-mounted mammaries in the face. He then blushed anew as he eyed them, visibly tracing their outlines with his green eyes. “May I…?” he bared his throat politely, but made no move to touch her.

She smiled. “I would normally not allow an indulgence of my human form by any but my most favored acolytes. But as you are such a gifted and endearing young griffon, and you asked permission instead of trying to take a liberty? You most certainly may,” she offered, letting him reach under a wing around her back to grope the leftmost of her large cream-covered breasts while he suckled with his beak at the teat of the other.

“That’s right. Here and now, let me be the mother you lacked, young tiercel.” She laid her hand on the back of his head, holding it to her bosom while draping a webbed bat wing over his own.

He gave an audible sniffle and trill at the affection, beginning to explore her body in earnest. He visibly marveled at the texture of her human flesh beneath his talons as the action continued below, and if possible, intensified as what few inhibitions remained were cast aside at Fortrakt’s mental command. Or maybe they were already so far gone by then that they didn’t need any more encouragement.

I looked in one direction and saw no less than five eaglesses of various feline fur and avian plumage eating out each other’s nests in a circular train as they lay on their backs, their talons groping and tweaking their new belly breasts.

I then looked in another where I saw two teenage jaguar-spotted twins performing a swirl while their mother frantically pleasured herself to the sight of them, her eyes wide and her talons dug deep between her legs as she urged them on.

Then there was a train of four mating males, each mounting the one ahead of them with spears buried beneath tails—except for the lead one which also had one in his muzzle, that was, while the two tiercels spitroasting him made out above his head.

And finally, there was the seemingly endless array of incest as cubs of all ages and both genders suckled their sire’s spears or their mother’s teats, with one previously prepubscent cub even claiming his mother’s rear as she lay crouched before him. He held her tail in his beak as he thrust into her with his impossibly adult-sized equipment, his hind paws only barely finding enough purchase on the ground as he came for the first time in his young life, emptying himself into his mother’s tail.

I couldn’t help it as I likewise came again at the sight of it, aided in no small part by Fluttershy as she sensed my enjoyment of the scenes, pointing each out to me in turn. I don’t think she was as into it as I was, as she might have considered them more animals than anything else. But in her continuing kindness, she sought to make sure I enjoyed it as much as possible to the point that she led me around the ground portal even closer until I was nearly right beside the rift to the Kingdom, looking inside it while we sat on the repeatedly painted-over class boulder this time.

I barely noticed as my eyes never left the panorama before me. It was pure sexual insanity, but Fortrakt—and I!—reveled in each new act he and Midnight induced and griffon taboo they shattered, watching in delight as his brethren helplessly and repeatedly came before seeking a new experience—a new rule to break.

Whether due to his influence or not, a few griffons were even starting to rub themselves up directly against the statues—a huge no-no in the Hall of Heroes, where all the artifacts were strictly hooves-off. I found that out the hard way myself once, when I got kicked out during my one visit after trying to pull free an old griffon casting stave from an exhibit.

But Celestia knew, I never thought I’d be in effect visiting the place again, and enjoying it far more than I did before! “I must say, this has been quite educational. I like this new race—they are not only appreciative of their history, but also seem far more open and honest about their feelings than my own,” Midnight mused. I couldn’t help but note then that for all the adult action Midnight had helped induce, she’d barely participated in any herself to that point, content to let others enjoy themselves while she simply sat back and watched. She had occasionally touched others, true enough, mostly magically, but she hadn’t allowed anyone to touch her.

I had the half-thought that might somehow be important, but I can be forgiven if the bulk of my attention remained fixed firmly ahead. “Indeed, My Queen. The griffons could teach humanity much—if they were allowed to. Though I fear your world would not be ready to meet them. Or me,” she added with a sly grin as she allowed Fortrakt to feel her human form up to his heart’s content. “A pity. There is much that we could offer each other.”

“Perhaps…” Midnight said somewhat coyly before she turned her attention to the greater chamber this time, scanning out over it. “Those griffon statues… they seem magically receptive,” she noted as she probed them with her aura to no immediate effect. “I sense some form of defensive spellwork on them, but nothing I cannot deactivate.”

“Ah, yes. As you are already aware, this is the Kingdom’s Hall of Heroes, which they consider sacred ground,” Juniper Neptune explained, sparing a glance over her shoulder to see all the eyes on the new portal, including my own. Her pink cat eyes lingered on me for a moment; I thought again I might have seen a moment of recognition in her gaze. I’d never met her, so how did she know me? Did Celestia tell her about me during one of their summits?

Whatever the answer, she gave me no further mind. “The statues are made of black onyx, which are valuable stones in our world. Not only because they are quite rare, but because they are exceptionally magically conductive materials, able to absorb incantations and other spells quite well. The wards you sense are protective enchantments similar if not identical to those I use at my own temple, meant to prevent damage to or desecration of sacred artifacts. Or simply to keep dust and moisture off to preserve the stone indefinitely.”

“I see…” Midnight then floated on her raven wings high over the hall, while the still-grounded griffons watched her in mingled fear and excitement as she looked around. “I hope, then, that our new friends will not consider it desecration if I do this…”

Her aura activating again, her horn flared hard as she pointed a finger at a statue of a large armored earth griffon who stood upright and kept himself propped on his heavy body-length double-bladed battle axe. Aiming a magical beam at his visage—whoever he was, he must have been nearly eight feet tall while upright—his statue absorbed the spell and reacted instantly with a series of slow creaking sounds.

His carefully sculpted sheath and apples began to immediately expand to well over double their original size, swelling just as readily as those of the real griffons had. A male organ of pure onyx swiftly emerged from the former while his wings likewise began to flare harder than they already were, with the pinions standing out stiffly in pure sexual excitement.

He even changed his stance, slinging his axe over his broad shoulders with one foreleg while his second reached down to cup one of his newly enormous orbs in his stone talons. He lifted it slightly to present its softball-sized mass to an observer while his newly erect spear poked out nearly a foot and a half from his body, leaving him in a very sexually excited and suggestive pose.

All sensual activity briefly ceased as even the soldiers craned their heads to see what was happening, witnessing the griffon statue gain an enormous erection that pointed directly out to the center of the Hall. And remarkably, Midnight’s spell didn’t stop there, as I sensed it riding the collective enchantments the exhibits already possessed to hopscotch from one statue to the next.

She didn’t even have to cast additional incantations on the remainder as the magic spread swiftly outwards like an electric current along the line of statues. Her spreading spell gave each the same treatment in turn, starting with the two nearest sculptures before spreading out laterally and across to the other side of the Hall from there.

Just as before, impressive onyx organs sprouted from carefully carved sheaths while barely visible nests suddenly became far more chiseled and anatomically accurate, right down to the clitoral nub. Feminine openings audibly parted with a slight crackling sound as oynx wings grew rapidly erect; even the puckered openings beneath their tails became prominent when they hadn’t been there at all before, presented invitingly and in exquisite detail beneath upraised feline tails.

“Ancestors past…” The only voice heard for a moment was Fortrakt’s as he watched his nation’s heroes become not just paragons of warrior virtue but potent symbols of griffon sensuality. He continued to fondle Juniper Neptune’s nude form and phallus with more urgency as he watched, humping up and down on his own stone spear that still filled his sphincter. “Look at them! By the crows, they’re so…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence except to begin lovingly stroking the High Priestess’s thestralcorn cock, and I couldn’t blame him—I couldn’t speak or even think much myself at this point, though in my case, my arousal wasn’t so much over the griffon forms as Midnight’s latest feat.

For all my pre-portal studies, I knew of no magic that could instantly alter enchanted stone so perfectly like that. Other than perhaps the chaos magic of Discord, that was, and he was supposed to be the only one who could wield it—I should know, given my one attempt to control it ended in disaster that one of Celestia’s closest aides, Bard of the Royal Court Delta Requiem, had to rescue me from.

But having tasted it once before, I knew this wasn’t chaos magic at work, which only made Midnight’s latest achievement even more inexplicable. Even the High Priestess looked surprised, her jaw agape as she drooled down her own steady stream of pre onto the floor below, where it found the twitching end of a male griffon’s tail.

The impossible acts weren’t done yet, though. Poses changed as well as some statues simply reared up with a loud groan of shifting stone, like the Saddle Arabian stallion further down the Hall did to show off his newly coconut-sized apples and a massive three-foot erection that sprouted from his equally large sheath while another eagless sculpture turned around on her pedestal to face the wall.

She lowered her forelegs while raising her hindquarters, glancing back over her shoulder with a come-hither look as if to offer either of her orifices for any passing patron to pleasure, while beside her, a stave-wielding eagless statue who had undoubtedly been a mage leaned back to grind her staff between her legs. She arched her spine and threw her head back while opening her beak as if in a trill, finally freezing in a position of pure pleasure.

Still other tiercels simply stretched out their hindquarters and raised their tails to show off their wares, with some stepping clean off their pedestals so they could lean on them from the floor. It made their extremely erect and very oversized spears more visible and available to be stroked or outright suckled; at least one rolled over on his back and curled his hindquarters over his head just like the Paladins had.

He froze in place with his tongue touching the tip of his own organ and his enormous balls proudly presented between spread legs, while most of the griffon female sculptures likewise took pains to showcase their nests and newly large mammaries, with one eagless statue suddenly lying on her side with the four melon-sized mounds on her belly clearly presented to the viewer.

Each human-sized breast was capped with an obviously and quite exquisitely erect teat as she raised one rear leg high to lick it; she held the latter to her muzzle in her foretalons with the toes of her hind paw stretched and claws splayed. But her change in posture wasn’t finished until she propped herself with her rigid wings to gently massage the greater mass of a single griffon tit with her forepaw, her new pose finally frozen with her rubbing it between two talons.

In under a minute, every statue in the hall had been affected and altered to a far more sexual state, and yet, the effect of Midnight’s cascading incantation didn’t end there as the artifacts of various exhibits also turned from weapons to various toys of pleasure; even the griffons in the murals that lined the walls and ceiling were suddenly visibly erect or otherwise sensually excited.

Battle scenes turned seamlessly to sex as mortal combat became mating spars; not even the non-griffons depicted were excepted as the drakes and drakinas of the Dragon Lord Diabla’s army were suddenly shown licking and caressing equally aroused and amorous griffon bodies, who were impaled on twin dragon organs instead of spears or swords while exchanging kisses beak to snout with their former foes.

The same happened with other depictions of battles with foes like the Ibex, which soon showed griffon soldiers conquering them not with force of arms, but by simple power of seduction. The wall murals showed them using everything from ear nibbles to special magus spells to sexually dominate and subjugate them, filling them with their phalluses and soon turning the rival race into tuck toys for their own.

Not even the Griffon Empire’s long-ago war with Equestria was exempted as the conflict was converted from one of violence to contests of sex and virility. But unlike with the Ibex, the griffons were depicted as having met their match in the ponies, both in terms of stature and sensual skill given the rival sides were shown as equally well-endowed—there was one particularly notable image of tiercel and stallion organs crossed like blades—in dominant and submissive positions.

The centerpiece of that particular exhibit was a massive ceiling mural that showed a battle between the elite forces of both sides—the Equestrian Bolt Knights, forerunner of the Wonderbolts, and the Griffon Empire’s Red Talons—turned into contests of sexual dominance and submission. Among other erotic action, it showed the greatest warrior in all of griffon history, Layan Kaval, taking a conquered Captain Firefly’s tail with a suitably massive spear as he mated her on her back in midair.

The latter was depicted as vanquished and helpless to resist his overwhelmingly fertile masculinity and supreme sensual talents. The Aeric inscription said as much, adding that her defeat was despite all her own considerable skill and will in the erotic arts, the image showing her coming so hard that she squirted nectar from her marehood along with copious amounts of milk from a massive pair of belly breasts.

It was then I remembered that Firefly’s sculpture along with Layan Kaval’s was in the Hall’s deepest recesses called the Chamber of Champions, where the greatest of griffon heroes were kept. Was her statue affected as well? And what about those of the other Bolt Knights, like Fell Flight? Or Firefly’s adopted son and daughter, all of whom were present in the Hall for services rendered to the Kingdom in the Dragon Lord Diabla conflict, which was fought a decade after the Gryphon Empire’s Invasion of Equestria…?

I didn’t know, but having beheld all that, I fell forward off Fluttershy’s lap again, trembling violently despite her efforts to support me. My marehood oozed nectar endlessly at the display as I ended up on all fours on the ground, barely able to hold myself up as a concerned Fluttershy knelt at my side.

I couldn’t help it. Midnight was everything the old me had wanted to be! All the limitless power and magic my old and evil self had ever desired. She was not just the avatar of magic but a goddess in every sense of the word, and reality itself seemed malleable in the face of her enormous power.

I wasn’t the only one to think so, either. “By all twenty-nine of my Ancestors past… How did you do this, Midnight Sparkle…?” I heard an amazed High Priestess say as she looked around in awe. The griffons were already starting to take advantage of their newly altered surroundings by rubbing up against the statues or outright running their talons over the onyx bodies, stroking spears or otherwise caressing or even outright kissing the sexually enhanced forms of their historical heroes.

“You can thank our mutual friend,” a very pleased Midnight said with a nod to the naked singularity still hovering placidly beside them. “I simply accessed the multiverse, or what you call the ‘twisting nether’ through it, seeking a reality where such scenes existed. Reacting to my thoughts, it showed me one, and I simply mapped that world onto this one—a task made surprisingly easy by all the enchanted onyx and granite. In this one museum, at least,” she said as if it was no big deal, causing my head to spin.

She then floated out over the center of the Hall. “Welcome to an alternate version of the Hall of Heroes, Griffons of the Kingdom—the Griffon Imperium’s Palace of Passion!” she told them all as the griffons themselves were now availing themselves of the statues fully, to the point that several were backing themselves into protruding spears or even discovering they could mount presented griffons. “It actually exists in another reality… and now in this one as well!”

An enormous cheer of appreciation came up, with several griffons bowing to her like she was royalty. Through it all, the enormous all-griffon orgy continued unabated on the floor of the Hall as tiercels rubbed spears together as much or more as eaglesses did their teats, beaks prying open nests to lick inside of them while tongues and talons groped belly boobs and wingbases alike. “Do you like it, Fortrakt Gletscher?”

The tiercel, by then, was casting his gaze about in wonder even as he hugged Juniper Neptune’s enormous thestralcorn organ to him, worshiping it with tongue and talon as Juniper closed her eyes and smiled in pleasure. “V-very much…” he said shakily. “I want to explore this altered Hall to see the new states of all my favorite griffon heroes, and finally have my way with the Paladins properly! But with regards to them, if I may ask something more of you…?” He bared his throat hard at her.

“As you have been nothing but polite and a joy to work with, you may.” Midnight nodded, staring at him expectantly.

He hesitated briefly before he spoke. “If it’s not too much trouble… please set the soldiers free and let them participate?” he requested in excellent Equish, pausing his oral efforts to look at her.

“They are desperate to take part now, and for as much as I have enjoyed seeing them so exposed and needy—needy for me!—I do not wish to see them suffer as their spears, nests and teats go unused. And even when I finally attend them, I fear I can only sate so many of them so quickly,” he noted as they all called up to Fortrakt again, begging to be tucked by him, with the former commander of the unit claiming he should go first by virtue of his rank.

He propped his hindquarters on his tail to display his cum-slickened anal opening in open invitation, offering further temptation by reaching down to caress one of his oversized balls

“Fear not, Fortrakt Gletscher,” Midnight said with a smile as Fortrakt’s hips bucked hard at the sight. “That you are thinking of them does you great credit, but don’t worry. I have something special planned for them. For I believe I have solved a mystery that was vexing me earlier, upon observing the dragons of this realm. I couldn’t help but note that they seemed to have an old and faded hex on them—or rather, half of one.”

“A hex?” the High Priestess repeated, then looked back out through the portal across the school courtyard into the dragon lands, where Rarity and Pinkie Pie were now double-teaming the blue dragon Princess. “How so?”

“I wasn’t sure until just now, when those murals were modified. I was looking at that one there—” she pointed up at what had been a painting of griffons fighting the invading army of Nightmare Moon alongside a clan of dragons; I remembered from my long-ago history lessons that they had allied against her invasion of Aresia—“and it barely changed afterwards, still showing that evil alicorn triumphant as dragons and griffons rutted helplessly before her. Upon closer examination of our young friend here, I believe I have found the remnants of the companion hex, buried deep within griffon magic.”

“That alicorn is Nightmare Moon,” Juniper said wistfully. “An ascended but insane version of Princess Luna from my world. She did invade this continent, seeking to subjugate the griffons, who fought back with the help of the dragons… at least until both sides were suddenly unable to fight and forced to withdraw from the conflict. Fortunately for them, Celestia shortly banished her, and without their Queen’s power or leadership, her former army was soon routed, withdrawing from Aresia—what you call Europe—in great disorder and heavy losses as their enemies rallied against them.”

Midnight smiled. “In other words, she defeated them without fighting, which was said by the great Sun Tzu to be the highest order of military skill. And I believe I now know how,” Midnight announced as she ripped open a new rift, one that caused a harsh hot wind to rush through the Hall through which the dragon lands could be seen. It wasn’t the same area where Pinkie and Rarity were, but many adolescent dragons were present, and all turned to the unlikely sight of aroused and amorous griffons rutting openly before them.

Igniting her horn again, she concentrated a great deal of magic in her hands, which she then cast all around her. This time, it found focus in the griffons and dragons on either side of the fresh rift, who stopped and stared at each other in growing desire and excitement.

“Casting a binary hex that would only work when those imbued with the two separate parts of it were in proximity with each other, she beat them by making them desire each other above all else, rendering them unable to do anything but rut in each other’s presence. And so shall it be again!” she announced grandly as, unable to restrain themselves, the abruptly excited dragons ran or flew through the rift with their twin organs rapidly becoming erect, descending on the receptive griffons of the Hall of Heroes’ former Paladin security contingent before them, quickly beginning to claim their prone and wing-pinned forms for themselves.

“Praise the Ancestors…” was all Fortrakt could say again as he saw the soldiers swiftly sexed with drakes taking their nests, beaks and tails while the drakinas straddled them, sinking griffon spears into their (literally) hot bodies while venting puffs of passionate flame overhead.

“Praise me,” Midnight corrected wryly, levitating the two highest rank griffons away before they could be claimed. “And lest you worry, I will save the Centurion and his second for you to attend personally, Fortrakt Gletscher,” she promised as she floated them through the portal and laid them down right in front of me and Fluttershy, out of reach from the dragons. It was to their great and obvious frustration as all they could do was helplessly writhe and hold each other’s talons, their unbearable and insatiable arousal evident to all.

“So let us see what happens when this restored hex spreads further beyond this museum’s boundaries, and adult dragons are attracted to its hallowed Hall…”