Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

The seemingly ceaseless sex happening in the Hall of Heroes was already completely insane, and yet I somehow sensed it was only going to get worse—or even better!—as Midnight decided to make the entire griffon capital the subject of her next sensual experiment.

“...So let us see what happens when this restored hex spreads further beyond this museum’s boundaries, and adolescent and adult dragons alike are attracted to its hallowed Hall.” Midnight announced with great glee as she floated up beside Fortrakt, trying to get a good vantage point to watch the flood of suddenly very amorous adolescents surge into the museum through her most recent rift.

I admit I felt on the verge of fainting again to watch the next chapter of Midnight’s sensual conquest of the Griffon Kingdom unfold. Before my eyes, dozens of drakes and drakinas descended on the equally aroused Paladin soldiers almost instantly to see them laid out in a pair of curved lines before them, recognizing that the helplessly excited eaglesses and tiercels alike were lying trapped on their backs, desperate for sensual relief.

The former’s legs were spread wide to display their wet and open nests along with four still-growing belly breasts, while the latter’s throbbing spears hung high in the air reaching more than halfway up their bellies, drizzling cream onto their barrels powered by the unending production of their oversized and endlessly fertile apples.

In more than one case, I couldn’t help but note, eagless nectar or tiercel spunk ran slowly backwards down their shafts and intimate lips. It coated their balls and even oozed all the way down into the dock of their tails, seeping directly into the pucker of their sphincters.

It was undoubtedly another probability-altering side effect of Midnight’s mating magic, and the drakes took instant advantage of the already-lubed orifices to spread the legs of the tiercels further and position at least one of their twin tapered organs against their openings. The proud and powerful Paladin males were swiftly claimed with a series of surprised squawks and pleasured draconic hisses as the latter’s slightly ridged organs worked inside their writhing bodies, and even the biggest of tiercels trilled their pleasure like teenage girls to feel their virginity vanishing.

The equally strong eaglesses were not spared as dragon talons probed their nests and tails, drakes and drakinas alike sampling and stretching their erotic openings to their heart’s content. But to my great relief, their sharp claws did no damage as they were swiftly replaced by forked tongues and dual phalluses. The more numerous drakinas even seemed to favor the griffon females while some tiercels were stood upright by the drakes to be fondled and felt up from head to toe.

As they weren’t too gentle about it in their growing lust, I admit I was worried for a moment that the dragons would hurt the griffons given their rough forms and sharp talons, never mind their ability to breathe flame. But yet again, Midnight was ahead of me as she frowned and cast a series of quick spells on the griffons whose nature I couldn’t immediately discern.

“This Nightmare Moon was clearly a cruel mistress. For it would seem that the way this hex was supposed to work was to make them copulate with the knowledge that the dragons could hurt or kill the griffons if they weren’t careful. And they wouldn’t be careful, since her magic boosted their passions to the point they could not control themselves.”

She looked angry for a moment even as the griffon soldiers were hoisted bodily upwards from the floor in powerful dragon arms, who relentlessly molested them. They groped their wings and flight muscles while licking at their limbs and heads ceaselessly, causing the bodies of their new griffon lovers to visibly quiver and tremble. In several instances, griffons of both genders came again from external wing stimulation alone with loud cries of pleasure; fresh spurts of tiercel seed or eagless honey erupted from their excited anatomy to paint their faces and chests further, or otherwise coat the dragon noses and talons probing their winking nests.

“You speak true,” The High Priestess admitted, closing her eyes in deep regret despite the latest orgasmic display. “She didn’t do it out of the goodness of her heart, which was sadly lacking at that point of her life. It wasn’t so much a means to bring them together as to tear their alliance apart and weaken the armies of both sides with sexual attrition, and I have no doubt she watched it happen in great amusement and for her own pleasure. I regret to say it worked only too well, as their defenses crumbled. Worse, griffons and dragons have remained estranged ever since.”

“It is true…” Fortrakt said as he kept one set of Talons on Juniper Neptune’s fleshy flank and his second on her cock, squeezing her rear while stroking the latter hard to what he was seeing. “We nearly lost our nation to Nightmare Moon’s invading army after our last-ditch alliance with the dragons failed, but the reason why was never adequately explained in our history scrolls.”

“Or was deliberately suppressed, which is truly tragic, my virile young griffon friend,” Midnight answered in a surprisingly solemn air. “For I can already tell that your races deserve and need each other. And to that end, I have cast a variety of protection spells on your kindred, rendering them impervious to any damage the dragons might do,” she further announced, her smile starting to return as the sensual activity spread and scores of adolescents of all shapes and colors poured in from the long horizontal rift she’d torn in the air alongside a wall.

The invading dragon clan quickly claimed each of the unattended Paladins in turn until not a single soldier’s sex, beak or tail remained unfilled by one or more talons or twin organs; the stripped and endlessly stimulated soldiers helpless to resist them in the face of dragon strength and their own desperate desires. “They can neither cut nor burn you, and even your cubs are now impervious to their fiery breath and talons. But not their sensual charms,” she added with a wink.

Fortrakt stared up at her in awe, his talons briefly stilling against Juniper’s form. “By the Ancestors… you like us that much?”

“I do indeed. Now, as the Paladins you so admire are properly attended—except for the two I spared for you, of course—what do you wish to do next, my young and sensuous student? Be assured, I am not restricting you in any way,” she promised him with an affectionate ruffle of his headfeathers she might have once reserved for Spike. Speaking of whom, where was Spike?

“You may of course join your brethren below if you wish, but do not forget the Centurion and his Optio await your attention,” she reminded him with a wink, to which the two griffons in question—and thanks, Midnight, for reminding me what the rank of a Centurion’s second in command was—beseeched Fortrakt to take them.

Trying again to entice him, the tiger-striped tiercel thrust up his heavily drooling foot-plus phallus and held his legs high to display his semen-lubed sphincter, while the ocelot-spotted eagless reached down to spread both her openings at once; the pair announcing in pleading Aeric that their bodies belonged to him forevermore.

Fortrakt shivered and closed his eyes to hear it. “I want to be with them worse than anything. But I also want to stay here and see this all unfold! I can’t neglect them, but the dragons need my help to understand our anatomy. So do too many of my own kind, for that matter, because there’s something important they’re neglecting!” he told Midnight almost forlornly as he looked down to note—as I already had—that his race’s new reptilian lovers weren’t giving any attention to the prominent griffon mammaries on either the statues or their flesh-and-blood counterparts.

Which was no real surprise given that, just like the drakes and drakinas Pinkie had seduced, they didn’t have them, so they didn’t understand them.

“So I see,” Midnight grinned knowingly. “I have made it within your power to correct that, my young friend.”

“Yes…” he said eagerly as he willed the dragons to start groping griffon teats, with the efforts of drakes and drakinas alike eliciting a series of arched backs and shrill cries of eagless pleasure to have their sensitive flesh fondled by dragon digits. They called to their Ancestors and begged for even more molestation of their melon-sized mammaries after only being able to use their own talons, left bereft of both physical and magical touch after Midnight had stripped off their armor using the singularity.

Their efforts along with Fortrakt’s ongoing influence induced many the eaglesses to cum from teat stimulation alone, which they did spectacularly, trilling loudly while their filled sexes squirted hard onto dragon crotches and noses. The latter was in the case of drakinas having crouched before them and lifted their hind legs onto their scaled shoulders, enabling them to orally pleasure the griffon females with their long tongues as they lay on their backs.

I heard some of the surprised and very pleased dragons remark through lustful growls to each other how surprisingly sensitive and pleasing to their paws the exotic mammalian protrusions were. They watched in surprise as their size steadily increased due to the additional attention they were receiving, redoubling both their mass and the erotic pleasure they offered to their eagless owners

With each now seemingly the size of more than half a volleyball or better, their increased surface area provided the perfect proportions for the amorous adolescents to grasp and grope, and before another minute was up, it seemed like each increasingly large eagless breast had at least one set of draconic talons caressing them. Or snouts suckling them.

With what I assume was a little mental direction from Fortrakt, the drakes and drakinas quickly learned that a quick flick of the erect and sensitive nipples or simply rubbing them between two foretalons was the quickest way to get a very powerful and passionate reaction, along with squeezing and kneading the greater mass of the mounds around them. It left me feeling almost nostalgic for my own first experience with human breasts, when I discovered how deliciously sensitive they were after initially disparaging them for their awkward placement and size.

To say nothing of learning just how much male human students enjoyed them. When I saw all the pictures of naked mammaries they had posted in their lockers, I realized that I could use my own as a tool of control to make all the CHS boys do whatever I wanted just for a glimpse of them.

To the best of my knowledge, neither griffon tiercels nor eaglesses are normally particularly big on breasts, favoring fine physiques and impressive displays of well-groomed wings and plumage instead. But they were getting as big an education on them as the dragons under the combination of Midnight’s magical influence and Fortrakt’s evident fetishes.

If nothing else, it was clear that he had an interest in them, maybe from certain Neighponese mangas that I know can be found in the Kingdom, and was now projecting that interest like all his others onto the griffons and dragons alike.

By this time, pretty much all the Paladins were filled with so many dragon phalluses that there weren’t enough of them to go around. They still did what they could for other arriving adolescents, grasping and squeezing enhanced drake organs with their talons off to the sides as they were taken on their backs, stroking them until they came hard and showered their faces and bodies with considerable cum. Before long, they were covered with so much hot draconic cream that they were almost completely coated in it, leaving the steaming drake spunk dripping off their beaks and wings.

But it didn’t end there. In yet another act that would have overwise been considered obscene, the griffon soldiers even allowed their literal tails to be used as sexual toys for the drakinas, who repeatedly ran their length between their wet and steaming slits. Most of them were now sitting atop tiercel spears to the cheers of the other dragons, but a surprising number seemed to favor the eaglesses, exploring their slightly smaller and softer bodies with forked tongue and talons.

Before long, many were making out with them openly or simply eating them out, with the griffon females quickly discovering to their surprise and delight that forked dragon tongues could penetrate the griffon females very deeply; able to lap up every last drop of nectar their overstimulated bodies endlessly produced.

With the Paladins now fully taken, the barely slowing flood of newcomers focused their hungry gazes on the civilians and statues next. They flew hard at the former—though certainly becoming far more stiff and sensitive when sexually excited, webbed dragon wings remain more or less flightworthy even when aroused—and sidling up to the latter to avail themselves of their altered onyx forms. They variously felt up or kissed the sculpted griffon bodies like they were real or mounted them directly when their nests or tails were presented to an observer—which most of them were after their more sensual alterations.

The drakes rutted the anatomically correct and strangely yielding stone orifices with great glee and powerful puffs of flame when they came, leaving their very hot cream dripping from stone nests and sphincters alike. Some stayed for another round with their second phallus, occasionally claiming a different offered orifice. But most simply moved on to the next statue in line, with several males openly stating that they intended to rut every single griffon sculpture the Hall contained in turn.

In contrast, the drakinas availed themselves of the prominent onyx phalluses that the tiercel heroes presented as well, climbing atop them to fill their hot and steaming sexes with their spears. The original statue of an upright griffon that had been the first to be altered was claimed by a particularly large female who was at just the right height for him. She bent over and pushed back against it until his entire stone shaft was embedded deep within her, shouting the praise of the Ancient Dragon Lords as she squeezed and humped it until she climaxed with another eruption of flame.

I didn’t quite know what to do at that point as everywhere I turned was a fresh and equally erotic scene. And even better, the males of this new dragon clan clearly weren’t above gay sex as one drake towered before the two teenage tiercels I had earlier seen doing the swirl, presenting his dual drakehoods to their astonished eyes.

Ordering them to orally pleasure him, he didn’t wait for a response before clasping their heads and pushing them down on his twin phalluses. They opened their beaks wide and did so with great enthusiasm, rubbing their wings and raising their tails to allow their rears to be taken by the twin drakehoods of additional males in turn.

They were tucked from two ends at once as their sorely excited mother looked on from her back with splayed wings. She was leaning against a larger green drakina who nibbled her pinions and reached down her belly to cup two of the large eagless breasts and present their erect teats to her dragon brethren, who suckled them happily. She squawked and trilled passionately at not only the stimulation but to watch her twin sons be taken, loudly begging for the drakes to go even deeper and cover them with their spunk.

She wasn’t the only griffon parent whose offspring was involved. The two mothers who had been an earlier center of attention under Fortrakt’s influence were no longer together, having been pulled back onto drake laps where they were being felt up eagerly by dragon talons. They, too, had drake phalluses deeply embedded in their spread sexes and sphincters, with their enormous mammaries endlessly caressed by one set of draconic digits while the other traveled out over their wingbase.

And yet despite the stimulation of the talons groping them and the drake cocks filling them, the attention of both the middle-aged griffon females and the dragons attending them was fixed straight ahead; the eyes of the eagless mothers went wide and their beaks dropped open at what they beheld.

I followed their gazes and nearly came on the spot. Their four young cubs, who couldn’t have been more than six or eight, were being passed around by the dragons, who took pains to mercilessly molest them as their parents watched spellbound. Despite Midnight’s fears and the intensity of their passion, the drakes and drakinas alike were surprisingly gentle as they fingered and fondled the griffon younglings until they came with startled squawks of pleasure, followed swiftly by incredibly strong spurts from their adult-sized organs.

The sight of their cubs conquered caused the two mothers to climax in turn, and seeing their reactions, the attending dragons got evil grins. When the teal drake with both his phalluses deep in the tail of the darker-furred mother asked her silkenly if she wished their younglings to be made into the same tuck toys she was, she licked her beak and begged to see it happen, pledging that she and all her progeny belonged to the Vesuvius dragon clan—so that was their name! —forevermore.

I don’t know if Fortrakt was making them do it at that point, but her plaintive plea was promptly echoed by the other mother who sat on another drake’s lap, turned to the side such that her nest and tail were being taken at once by the male dragon’s dual organs.

Their wish was granted as the cubs were brought before them and then slowly lowered onto the twin tapered phalluses of two large drakes, who claimed two cubs each. Already loosened up, they penetrated their sexes and tails with ease to initial cries of confusion, which quickly gave way to far more pleasured sounds as they were then moved slowly up and down on the organs, which penetrated their immature bodies a little deeper each time.

Before long, they were taking at least half a single drake organ each, clutching at the bulges visible through their bellies while begging them to go even deeper. Through it all, the two mothers watched raptly as their cubs were corrupted and claimed, able only to helplessly paw at themselves while moving up and down on their own embedded dragon phalluses to see it.

And then all four cubs climaxed at once with very young and needy trills, with the two tiercels spurting newly created seed in their mother’s face while the two equally young eaglesses squirted nectar into the open beak of their own eagless parent. Finally understanding the pleasure and purpose of the act, the four young cubs began squirming and trying to work the organs even deeper as the drakes withdrew their paws and just let them hang there off their rigid and surprisingly strong spears in front of their parents, who leaned over to begin making out with their offspring directly.

It was once again too much for me as I released a loud cry of my own, spurting as hard as the cubs into the ground ahead of me, and that was when Midnight finally noticed me. “Enjoying the show, Sunset Shimmer?” she asked with a smirk.

“Y-yes…” I said in a very dry voice as I watched the sexual subjugation of the griffons and even their cubs continue.

“Oh, um. I am too,” Fluttershy admitted, holding my hand while watching the cubs and their parents continue to be tucked before each other, but not acting distressed by it at all. Maybe that’s what I couldn’t get over; the griffons being gangbanged by dragons was suddenly not in the least bit wrong to any of them—or us! —as they accepted every single sex and spear, talon and tongue offered to them without hesitation. “I realize they’re not animals, but I still like watching them. I always did enjoy seeing my favorite creatures mate. Sometimes I’ve even helped them. Or even let them mount me when I felt sorry that they couldn’t find a female.”

Now that was certainly an unexpected statement! And even Midnight looked momentarily surprised before she smiled. The dark goddess who a large part of my being still wanted to surrender to studied me for a moment, her slightly distasteful gaze sending a thrill through me. I realized there was a chance she could read my mind and learn what I planned; I could only hope that my old anti-scrying drills and the fact that all my surface thoughts were cluttered with sex would protect me from her doing so.

“I can’t say I like you or am particularly inclined to reward you, Sunset Shimmer. But I at least acknowledge that you are liked by your friends and especially Fluttershy there, even if I can’t fathom why. She was nice to me, even if you weren’t. It is thus for her that I will allow you both to bear witness to what comes next…”

She ignited her horn and a series of fresh rifts appeared around us like a series of TV screens, showing various parts of both the Hall and what was happening outside of it. The first was an image of the deepest part of the Hall of Heroes, a large hemispherical dome deep in the mountain with a single skylight called the Chamber of Champions.

Consisting of a central map of the Gryphon Kingdom—they tend to favor the old spelling of ‘griffon’ over the newer one when referring to their nation, for the record—over which a modified griffon flag flew.

More magenta than its usual red, it showed crossed silhouetted phalluses over an eagless nest instead of swords in front of a shield, and the talon slash marks had been replaced by what looked like a white spatter of spunk. The map it flew over was symbolically defended by an arc of sculpted figures that contained the greatest heroes of griffon history—those without whom the Kingdom or even the very griffon race might no longer exist.

Each hero had a marked path leading to their own private museum in a separate chamber where patrons could learn about them and their deeds. But those deeds were now decidedly sensual given the activity further in didn’t appear to have reached the Chamber of Champions yet, but the statues and murals had become no less sexualized.

In fact, it was in some ways even more so, as the score or more of statues there had not simply shifted stances. Though normally displayed apart on separate pedestals, the latter appeared to have merged together into larger stone stages where the sculptures themselves had collected around each other in a series of very illicit and explicit scenes, grouped together by association or historical era.

Front and center of the fornicating formations, the great griffon warrior Layan Kaval was shown lying on his side with his equally accomplished and impressively large and well-endowed wife, the Marquis Kamilya Ampok, spooning her from behind with both spouses holding a hind leg high in the air so their copulation could be clearly seen. The open stance showed him taking her tail with an enormous gryphon endowment from behind as she spread her eagless lips with one set of talons while presenting her massive gourd-sized mammaries with the other, her head arched in pleasure while her husband nibbled on the leading edge of an erect wing.

Beside them to the left was a scene centered around the great if eventually insane Griffon General named Salvio Gaius, who was said to be the most brilliant military mind in his race’s history. Unlike Kaval, he stood upright wearing nothing but a cape and command chain as no less than three other eaglesses from the exhibit erotically tended him. Two leaned on his sides while propped on their wings and a single set of talons, their hind legs spread wide to bare their sexes and belly breasts capped with erect teats while their other clawed griffon hands cupped and lifted one of his enormous apples.

They presented them proudly to the viewer while the base of his massive eighteen-inch onyx organ was encircled by their tongues, and their beaks pulled back his sheath to reveal even more of its mass. The third eagless—I recognized her as Praeter Urban Romelus, another great griffon military leader who was said to not only be fiercely loyal to him but also rumored to be his lover—was positioned behind him with her head buried between his flanks; she was clearly tonguing at his tail.

Salvio Gaius himself simply arched his back against them, resting his talons on their heads with his tail raised high to provide patrons a clear view of his rearmost lover’s actions; his flared wings wide enough to bracket all of them.

Beside them to their right were two more griffons from the Kingdom’s founding. Lady Arnau, for whom the griffon capital city was named, and King Fortis, who had saved her when she defended the city from a siege. They were both wearing battered armor, but she was shown rewarding him for her rescue with her eagless body, having leapt into his powerful arms after he lifted the siege to save them from a murderous foe.

He was standing upright and holding her in place against him easily despite their various battle wounds. They were depicted to be at the moment of an intense and passionate orgasm with both having arched their bodies and half his organ embedded already deep inside her stretched sex, her tail raised high to show off her unused anal orifice for anyone to admire and potentially avail themselves of.

It was all heady stuff, but then I looked to the other side of the room and nearly collapsed again. For just a pedestal away from Layan Kaval in the other direction was a depiction of Captain Firefly, hero of Equestria and later the Gryphon Kingdom when she assisted the newly restored nation in defeating the invading Dragon Lord Diabla—just ten years after she and the elite team of Bolt Knights she founded helped defeat the former Gryphon Empire’s invasion of Equestria.

She was shown poised over the head of her sister Wind Whistler, another founding Bolt Knight member who possessed a magnificent military mind said to be second only to the Sun Master himself. She had commanded griffons and ponies alike in the joint operations, leading them to victory in the war. She ate Firefly out from below while the adopted tiercel son of Firefly herself, a slightly diminutive orphan-turned-artist-and-swordgriffon named Gavian Ravenoff, made out passionately with his mother; their tongues visibly touching within their open beak and lips.

He was leaning over the other end of Wind Whistler, with his own impressively long tiercel spear shown pillowed between his erstwhile aunt’s massive set of mammaries, his stance supported by his flared wings. But it wasn’t his talons squeezing their mass into the sides of his impressive organ, which was long enough to reappear out the top and reach almost all the way to her mother’s belly breasts in turn. It was the hooves of Firefly herself that did the deed while Gavian’s talons reached past them to cup her mother’s twin boobs instead, kneading them lovingly.

Behind them, both equine and leonine tails were flagged or upraised to show off unused but available erotic orifices; even Gavian’s sphincter was well-presented to the observer. So was Firefly’s, for that matter, given Wind Whistler used her hooves to pull her sister’s flanks further apart.

My jaw fell open again as the entirety of the scene registered, followed by me crying out and almost instantly coming for what had to be the twelfth time. I couldn’t help it—it wasn’t like I was a shipper, and yet, to see these old heroes of Equestria depicted in the most taboo and unlikely erotic scenes imaginable just about made me one, especially to see Gavian with his mother! With the room still unoccupied, I found myself hoping the dragons would get there soon to start making use of all the available spears, nests and tails the sculptures presented.

And from what Midnight says, all this actually EXISTS in some other multiverse realm? I couldn’t believe it but I loved it. And then it suddenly occurred to me as I lay panting in Fluttershy’s arms, still staring at the scene with Firefly and some of the overhead murals that depicted her and others in more scenes of lovemaking; my eyes shortly locking on one in particular that showed Gavian taking his surprised mother’s tail as a teen:

If those three are here, then what about… My gaze drifted right and I saw it. Or more appropriately, I saw her; my favorite of not just the original Bolt Knights, but all of pony history—the large and mighty thestral-eyed pegasus mare named Fell Flight. She stood not alone or even with her former Captain, but off to the side of them where she was sexually dominating three male griffons at once.

She was there because she had organized and led a massive resistance to the dragons in the occupied territories, making their life hell and eventually leading her irregular force to infiltrate their stronghold to kill Dragon Lord Diabla herself. In hindsight, my interest in her was easily explained. She was not the do-gooder that Firefly was, who I disdained for surrendering her own claim on ultimate power when she rejected the Alicorn Amulet—Princess Celestia had told me that story to show me how strong her will was, but I took it as weakness that she wouldn’t accept the amulet’s offering.

She also wasn’t the glory-averse mare of her sister, who never parlayed her impressive wartime service into any form of fame, retiring to be just a simple mother and maker of windchimes after the wars were over.

Nor was she the total dweeb that I considered Firefly’s adopted griffon son, to borrow the favorite phrase of Rainbow’s former girlfriend. In the view of my older self, Gavian Ravenoff had wasted his postwar life on becoming an art instructor and reestablishing the abolished artisan guilds of the Kingdom, which I thought was a complete waste of time.

Still believing them to be barbarians, I didn’t even give the griffies credit for being able to have an artistic bent, not even when I was shown ample evidence that they did on my one visit to the Kingdom—evidence that certainly included all the exquisite sculptures and paintings in the Hall of Heroes itself. But Fell Flight?

She was my kind of mare; a large and powerful pony who feared nothing and took no crap from anycreature, able to kick massive amounts of griffon and dragon flank all the way from Equestria to Aresia. Even better, from what I’d read, she didn’t care in the least about diplomatic niceties or protocols, to the point that she wasn’t afraid to backtalk high-ranking officers or even heads of state.

She was said to be a bruiser in battle who could overwhelm opponents with her size and strength alone. But it was her attitude I loved the most, and though I was no longer my bad girl self, my love for a mare I found to be a fellow bad girl had survived.

So even now, for me to see her large yet lithe form standing in the middle of no less than three equally famous tiercels from the Dragon Lord Diabla conflict, all of whom were sexually servicing her in submissive postures and poses right out of the cover picture of a pony paperback romance novel, was very heady stuff.

It was made even better by the fact that the sculptures had spared no expense or attention to detail in the depiction, with her perfectly rendered statue depicted as standing upright and looking down on the trio of griffon males with a hungry and triumphant gleam in her slitted eyes, her chiseled features somehow both intimidating and seductive.

It was every secret fantasy I’d ever had of her made real, and I found myself rapidly surging towards orgasm again as I completely devoured her visage, not even caring about the identities of the tiercels around her. They were shown as erotically attending her in a manner of pure reverence, either half-lounging on their backs against her legs or stretching sensuously beneath her to fully display their thirteen-inch excitement in her presence.

In fact, their entire manner was treating her like she was the most beautiful and desirable creature in all existence—which to me, at that point, she was!

She had her hooves on the heads of two of the tiercels who ate her upright form out from below. One did so from ahead and the other from behind, the pair keeping one set of talons on the base of their throbbing phalluses while the other squeezed her flank or ran up her inner thigh. The third tiercel caressed her teats and wingbase from the side while nibbling gently at her rigid pinions, his spine and hindquarters sinuously stretched out with his tail held high to display his own prominent spear and sphincter in turn.

I think at that moment, I was so turned on by the sight of her—and considering everything I was already feeling, that’s saying a lot!—that I was ready to walk right through the rift to be with her; to join with that trio of tiercels in just worshiping her. I started to get up but Fluttershy gently held me back again. I think she’d been talking to me the entire time, but I’d gotten tunnel vision when I beheld the altered chamber of Champions. Or was that what it was called now…?

“It’s called the Vault of Virility, Sunset Shimmer,” Midnight informed me with a smirk, startling me that she’d read my mind. “Dedicated to the Griffon Imperium’s greatest erotic warriors—such a remarkable alternate realm! But I would suggest that you don’t get too enamored of it. Because if you do, you’re going to miss an even better show.” She motioned to the other rifts displayed in an arc before me.

“Better show…?” I croaked as I tore my eyes away to scan them.

One was an image of the air over the fortress capital city, which was built directly into a mountainside like Gondor from the Lord of the Rings movies and designed to be impervious to invasion. It didn’t show anything yet except a few curious griffons who were approaching, seeing an odd glow in the sky. Another showed a large formation of gold-and-green armored griffon soldiers backed by a dozen mages in front of the Hall of Heroes, their combined efforts producing a powerful and heavily reinforced shield spell covering the sealed and recessed doors.

A third even showed a view of what appeared to be the Queen’s cavernous throne room of her personal palace. It was located on the seventh of ten levels of Arnau and was where the longtime ruler of the Kingdom, Queen Molyneux herself, sat amidst a cadre of nervous advisors and her two oldest cubs. Her aides were informing her that a ‘magical incursion by an unknown alien entity of alicorn strength’ had occurred in the Hall of Heroes, but assured her that the breach was fully contained and they were massing sufficient magical and military force to retake it.

I hadn’t seen her in six years, but it looked like she hadn’t changed a bit. A proud and regal eagless with black-striped orange tiger hindquarters paired with marsh harrier wings and forefeathers that continued the orange coloration of her feline half almost up to the ends of her black-tipped wingfeathers, she was guarded by no less than four mages swathed in special violet fabric and scores of the red-armored Praetorian Guard, who wielded the best armor and weapons in the entire Kingdom.

They were very good bodyguards who were fiercely dedicated to the protection of not just the Queen, but her entire line; only the very best and most loyal of the Paladins were selected to receive special training that would award them the enchanted crimson-hued steel that entitled them to defend her directly.

But I didn’t care about them so much as Molyneux, who had been less than impressed with my thirteen-year old self. She had reprimanded me sharply for speaking out of turn during a state dinner with Celestia, saying she found me “ignorant, arrogant and utterly unworthy” of my station.

Well, what can I say? She’d certainly read me far better than Celestia at that point in time.

Though maybe her ability to do so was just a function of having raised several cubs of her own. Not just a monarch but a sixty-year old mother of five who was very no-nonsense and had ruled the Kingdom for over thirty years, she still looked as regal and powerful as ever, retaining traces of her youth in her earth griffon frame.

She was flanked by her oldest son and daughter, who each looked to be around fifteen, and as I watched, she dressed down the advisor who assured her that things were fine at the Hall of Heroes, saying they were clearly not fine if the Hall itself was invaded and its doors remained sealed and somehow unbreachable, demanding their most important monument be quickly freed of foreign occupation and “all the Kingdom’s magical and military” might be brought to bear against the invader.

The griffons present all bowed low and withdrew from her as she ordered her army to breach the doors so that those inside be rescued before they could be enslaved or worse. “We are the preeminent military power of Tellus, and I will not leave my subjects to their fate! Now free them!” she ordered again.

“A ruler who recognizes deception and thinks of her people first. I approve,” Midnight nodded as she watched the scene unfold; unlike the other rifts, she must have somehow hidden the portal she was using to view the Queen in her throne room if it hadn’t been noticed. “So tell me—this Queen of yours. Is she a good ruler, Fortrakt Gletscher?”

“The best,” Fortrakt whispered, staring up into the portal that showed his Queen wide-eyed. I think he knew what was going to happen, but I also don’t think he minded it, even before he learned what Midnight was going to allow him to do. “Queen Molyneux always puts the interests of the Kingdom and her subjects first, and we all love her.”

“Queen Molyneux?” The two Principals and Dean chorused from the pile of student bodies they lay at the center of, causing the faces of Midnight and Juniper Neptune to turn towards them even from inside the portal. “You mean Headmistress Molyneux of Kingdom Academy? We should have invited her here to take part in the Friendship Games! And then enjoy the festivities after!” Celestia only then realized.

“If you recall, we tried, sister,” Luna reminded her, happily fondling the softball-sized ballsacs of two boys whose enhanced cocks vied for her mouth’s attention. “But she declined, saying that it was best that neither she nor her school be present. That if she ever saw Principal Cinch again, she was likely to assault her or worse given how the last competition her school attended with them went.”

“She did…?” Dean Cadance asked, now on all fours and being taken doggy style by Fido, Spot and Rover, who were much more known for their bling and muscle than their academic prowess. But at least it made them good defensive linemen on the football team. “Why? What happened?” she asked as her plot was pounded and her basketball-sized breasts swung pendulously beneath her where they were happily groped in turn.

“Oh, let’s just say that the Headmistress was slightly upset when Cinch tried to have several students from her football team disqualified from the state playoffs, just hours before gametime in last year’s quarterfinals. On very thin grounds!” Celestia recalled angrily.

“Huh? But I didn’t hear about that!” a dazed Dean Cadance protested as she sat up enough to allow another male student to place his organ between her spectacularly large breasts.

“You weren’t there, and it’s just as well, Caddy. It happened behind closed doors; Molyneux was apoplectic and told Cinch off to her face in front of her own team. As it turned out, her students weren’t disqualified, but the distraction of not knowing if they’d be allowed to play cost them their focus—which I’m sure was the intention,” Celestia explained in some disgust, reaching over to hold her sister’s hand.

“They were the favorites to win the state title but got upset by Dominion Academy in Denver, giving Crystal Prep a clear shot at the championship—which they then won. Since then, Moly told us she wants nothing to do with Principal Cinch or Crystal Prep. And having heard what Abacus did to poor Midnight before the Games today, to say nothing of what else went on under her watch, I think I’m now inclined to agree with Moly. As far as I’m concerned, Principal Cinch has no business running that school and ruining the institution that former Principal Sombra founded.”

“Agreed, sister!” Luna took a break from her boys to start making out again with her sibling. “Perhaps one of us should take them over for a while until Dean Cadance can get the post permanently…”

Midnight looked angry, but then taken aback and touched by Celestia’s expression of pity. “I thank you for your concern, Principal Celestia. You and your sister are clearly everything Cinch should have been. And thus, I reward you both again. And invite you to watch closely what is to come.” She opened a fresh rift into Queen Molyneux’s throne room in front of the two school heads just before she zapped them. Her magical infusion caused two massive equine cocks to spout right out of the top of their slits before their astonished eyes; pillars of pure phallic flesh of alabaster and cobalt hues that earned instant ooos from the CHS students around them.

They grew quickly to nearly sixteen-and-eighteen-inch length—Celestia got the bigger one—and then were almost instantly attacked by the students surrounding them, who felt and stroked them as the two Principals could only sit back and take it. Their new stallionhoods quickly rewired their nervous systems and it wasn’t long before the two were cumming helplessly from their impressive equine organs, showering themselves and those around them with spunk that was quickly lapped up or rubbed by the eager students into their own bodies.

“Thank you, Midnight Sparkle…” was all a breathless Celestia could initially say as she experienced her first male orgasm. “So that’s what Dean Sombra feels when we make love!”

“Such impressive endowments are both strangely apt and well-deserved by those two,” Juniper Neptune remarked idly, looking over at the pair of Principals in renewed interest. “Your power is only exceeded by your generosity, Midnight Sparkle.”

“Thank you, High Priestess. And you’re welcome, Principal Celestia. Consider it a well-earned reward for your concern and understanding of what I went through. And as for this Molyneux, whether human or griffon, I like her already. Any enemy of Cinch who would call her out to her face will always know my favor,” Midnight said with a glance over at Cinch’s statue, who Maud had not let up lavishing attention on.

The effect of Midnight’s magic was so strong on Cinch that her statue’s nude boobs were growing further, not unlike the onyx ones on the other side. It left me wondering if Maud would leave Cinch if she saw those griffon sculptures, but I have to give this to her—much like Pinkie, she’s very single-minded and loyal.

“So I see. But if I may be so bold, the outside griffons are shortly going to try to break in,” the High Priestess reminded her. “Though I’m sure they would quickly succumb, I believe you had something special planned? Both for them, and our young griffon friend, here.”

Juniper was both curious and hopeful as she rubbed the erogenous zone at the wingbase of Fortrakt’s upper back, who pushed back slightly but was still staring awestruck out over the activity of the Hall, only occasionally trying to influence the proceedings. His newest fetish seemed to be making the Paladin tiercels take multiple dragon spears beneath their tails at once while cumming helplessly and begging to be filled with even more. “Something Special?” he repeated hopefully.

“Quite. Knowing that she is both a good school head and ruler of a nation, I would almost feel guilty for what I am about to do. But fear not, Fortrakt Gletscher. For what I plan will only make you love her all the more,” Midnight replied with a satisfied smile as she floated the naked singularity up beside her, turning the pillar Fortrakt sat on to face the front of the large doors leading outside. There was then a burst of telepathic magic as she transmitted her thoughts to Fortrakt and Juniper Neptune directly, which I was not privy to.

The High Priestess looked impressed while Fortrakt was no less awestruck. “By the Ancestors…” His beak fell open again at whatever Midnight had shared with him. “So this is how you plan to conquer my race?”

“Not conquer. Liberate,” Midnight corrected easily, lowering the portal to ground level so he could see over it. “Liberate you from all your societal strictures and useless taboos. Show that your true talents as griffons are not in mere military might, but in your long-stunted sensual side.

“It is my intention to realize and release all the latent passion and erotic potential your race has for too long kept suppressed. To make you into not just the strongest of soldiers, but the most sexually supreme of all beings, both uninhibited and incredibly endowed, no different from the altered statues you see around you,” she suggested fervently, her words causing Fortrakt’s eyes to dart wildly from one previously unseen sculpture on the other end of the Hall to the next. He licked his beak repeatedly as he saw both griffons and dragons ravishing them, his twitching cock giving small spurts of clear fluid with each pulse of his rapidly beating heart.

“Think of it, young Fortrakt,” The High Priestess took it from there, taking on a seductive tone. “For as much as you love to see other griffons so openly excited, desperate and needy, imagine your entire race reduced to that state. So helplessly aroused and unable to hide or fight it. Watching as their spears, sacs and teats grow before their eyes,” she suggested easily, causing Fortrakt to take a ragged breath and his phallus to inflate further along with its doppelganger still deeply embedded in his body, eliciting an arched head and groan.

Seeing her effect on him, Juniper Neptune dug her wing talons in a bit deeper. “Imagine adults and younglings alike unable to keep themselves from publicly and repeatedly rutting, without any regard to rules or mating rounds. Imagine them using every unheard of mating position and erotic orifice imaginable, with any partner available—even their own siblings, parents and cubs,” she stood behind him with her hands on his shoulders as she whispered silkenly into his ear, rubbing the head of her organ against his back.

“Ancestors…” Fortrakt shivered at her carefully chosen words, closing his green eyes and giving a keening trill as the High Priestess played on all his exhibitionist, enhancement and incest fetishes perfectly; he got so excited that I witnessed his cock grow another two inches to point like a divining rod towards the sealed doors. “Y-yes…” he barely croaked as his wings grew even more rigid, followed by even the crystal phallus within him mimicking its original model to grow larger and pry him open wider. “All my greatest dreams for my race and most forlorn sexual fantasies realized at once…”

“The High Priestess speaks true. For once your Kingdom’s full sensual potential is realized, you will be the equal of the dragons currently dominating you. When that happens, they will belong to you as much as you do to them. And then together, you may forge a new destiny for both your races. And though I could do it myself, I find you to be such a fine and honorable lad that I leave it all for you to trigger. And to choose your Queen’s sensual fate,” Midnight offered, carving a crystal out of the pillar he sat on before hitting it with another spell.

“You know what I plan. Now make it happen,” she invited as she floated the freshly cut diamond to him.

“Ancestors above…” Fortrakt said again as he stared at the door and then the translucent gem in his talons. The nearby griffons and dragons had been listening in to the conversation, and anticipating what was to come, they stopped their activities at least briefly to head for the entrance, eager to watch the promised event unfold. In a few cases, the rutting did not end as the dragons simply flew forth with stiff-winged griffons in which their spears remained embedded. “Do I dare…?”

“Do it!” the cry came from the still-neglected Paladin Centurion on the Terran side of the portal, who was frantically stroking himself with both sets of talons on his back to the words he overheard. “Make the Queen feel all that we do! Make her another of your sensual slaves…”

“And please take us soon!” the near-sobbing former eagless Optio asked as she continued to writhe helplessly on the ground beside her former commander, struggling desperately to stand but still unable to get any traction on the frictionless surface Midnight had laid them. She was able to only desperately paw at her own wingbases, four swollen stomach teats, and the dramatically spread lips of her sex.

“Touch us! Tuck us! Fill us with your seed!” she came at the mere statement with another keening wail, arching her back so hard her head was pointed backwards as her sex spurted high into the air, passing right through the portal to hit Fortrakt in the face.

He lapped it up happily, looking longingly at them both. “They need me. But so does my entire nation and its Queen. So for the sake of my race… and to spread the wonder of your gifts to all griffons…” It was then that, after pausing briefly to savor the moment, he twisted the top of the crystal until something clicked and it began to glow brightly; I felt a strong magical surge from the released spell within. “It is done!”

A great cheer came up from the Hall’s griffons and dragons alike as my gaze shifted to the separate portal showing the view from outside, looking from above and behind at the Hall’s entrance where several hundred soldiers and a score of mages had gathered, all facing the doors in a formation designed to maintain their shield spell with the former’s staves aglow.

Looking closely at them from behind, many of them were already showing some visible signs of arousal with tiercel organs poking at least slightly free of their sheaths, while tails and wings of both genders kept trying to involuntarily rise or splay. But to their credit, discipline held as they did their best to ignore their already-strong urges and maintain their cordon.

Unfortunately for them, it was all about to be swept away; my breath caught and even Fluttershy leaned forward and clutched my hand hard beside me as she anticipated the events to come. I thought Midnight would just repeat her earlier tactic of sucking their armor away into the singularity so her aura would quickly corrupt them, but that didn’t happen this time—at least, not right away.

The large swinging doors of the Hall of Heroes were recessed into the mountainside that Arnau itself sat on, fronted by a broad stairwell that got wider at the base. It was bracketed by four sitting griffon onyx statues the size of adult dragons on large seat-like pedestals, one pair at the top of the stairs and the other at the bottom, all facing inwards just as the inside sculptures did.

But unlike the statues inside the hall, they weren’t there to represent any particular individual, but were instead idealized generic griffons who were supposed to simultaneously represent both their genders and tribes as well as their race’s twin talents of magic and military skill.

Two were tiercels and two were eaglesses, two were sky griffons and two were earth griffons—yes, there’s a difference; earth griffons have great strength but slightly smaller wings and more limited flying range, while sky griffons are sleeker with a wider wingspan, faster and more agile in the air but weaker on the ground. Such facts I was told to learn by Princess Celestia before I accompanied her to the Kingdom, though I did so grudgingly, not caring in the least about a carnivore race I thought was beneath us.

Two were warriors and two were mages, with each group comprising one from each griffon gender and race. The former stood at opposite corners of the stairwell with various forms of sheathed shields and blades, while the two magi taking up the other pair of pedestals were equipped with stone staves which they held vertically at an angle in a single set of talons before them

When the door cracked open with a loud and ominous groan and began to swing outward, the soldiers set their defense harder and the mages intensified their spells to hold back the sudden surge of magic they expected to erupt. I found myself holding my breath along with them while awaiting what I considered to be the inevitable, but nothing happened at first—until, that was, the statues themselves suddenly began to move with a great creak and rumble of shifting stone.

As the surprised Knights and Paladins watched, the two eaglesses at the top of the stairs slowly reared up off their pedestals and flared their carefully-chiseled wings in a full erotic display as their only roughly-carved sensual features started to expand and grow. I heard some shouts of surprise and more of the ubiquitous griffon invocations to Ancestors as they saw the magus earth griffon eagless to their left suddenly sit back against her stone seat, taking a human-like lounging pose with her left hind leg draped over the top of the granite wall around her.

It left her right leg hanging over the edge and her tail draped down to the ground, inviting eyes to travel up it to where her nest, sex and sphincter were suddenly and quite vividly displayed. Still holding onto her staff, whose head she lewdly licked, she pried the lips of the former apart with her free set of talons as if to invite the startled soldiers to gaze into her depths, the ebon nub of her clit particularly prominent while on the other side of the stairs, the sky griffon warrior eagless took a similar pose except she draped both legs over her armrests while letting her tail hang off the edge.

In her case, she took pains to showcase her exaggerated and very erect mammaries, cupping her lowest pair of mammoth belly breasts with a single set of talons while rubbing a teat between two of their digits, arching her spine to thrust her impressive attributes high into the air while her tail trailed off to the ground and provided a climbing path to her perfectly-rendered sex and sphincter.

The startled and increasingly excited soldiers barely had time to register that illicit stance, with several even stopping to stare at the scene to the point that they fractionally lowered their shields or spears—and for once, I mean their weapons, not their phalluses.

Already partially aroused from the leakage of Midnight’s magic around the edges of their protective shields and enchantments, their wings and tails began to rise further while tiercel organs started surging more strongly out of their sheaths, and I daresay their fate was sealed when the two tiercel statues at the bottom of the stairwell moved next with an even louder rumble of shifting stone.

The first one bearing a magus staff almost leisurely stood upright. As he reared up, he began to slowly sprout a massive ebon spear right out of his barely-defined onyx sheath as griffon beaks dropped further open, his phallic features quickly becoming far more detailed and accurately depicted along with his massive, car-sized balls. The enormous and still-swelling shaft cast a long and growing shadow over the formations of elite soldiers below, who looked up to see it hanging over their heads like a sword about to fall.

More invocations to Queen and Ancestors followed as the male statue cupped his seed producers in one set of talons while stroking his flank with the other. He then pulled his cheek aside and raised his tail to reveal his prominent and puffy pucker, while the tiercel across the stairs from him not only grew an equally colossal cock, but also rolled over on his back and spread his legs wide to hang over the granite walls around him.

His altered stance took pains to show off his own impressively defined anus and the underside of his equally enormous apples to the assembled soldiers. The former looked large enough for a grown griffon to fit into, and perhaps that was the intention as his repositioned tail unwound to the stone stairs beneath him, once more providing a path for grounded griffons to reach and explore his form.

He completed the incredibly unlikely and illicit pose by reaching beneath his own flanks to pull them apart with his talons, pushing his hindquarters up while he bent over enough to take his massive spear in his beak. Looking around, even the supporting airborne griffon mages looked dumbfounded at what they were seeing, with at least one not immediately noticing he was getting rapidly and quite strongly aroused at the sight.

Within half a minute, the statues had fully completed their shift of stance, with some griffons openly wondering what horrible form of sorcery was at play to turn the sacred icons of griffon heroes into such obscenely wanton displays. I got the distinct impression that a lot of it was bravado, though, given their flushed cheeks and inability to stop staring, as well as several licking their beaks and even some eaglesses raising their tails to wink their griffon marehoods like ponies.

They got their answers as the end of the Magus staff on the statue nearest the Hall began to glow bright. It then distorted into a maelstrom of energy, not at all unlike the naked singularity Midnight had earlier used so effectively given it was ringed with a swirl of intense violet light.

The effect was instant as it acted like a miniature version of that singularity, slowly sucking up the armor and weapons right off the assembled soldiers nearest it. It didn’t so much rip them off their bodies or out of their grasp as simply gradually dissolve them this time, with the effect intensified by proximity. It did so through what looked like extreme tidal gravity acting in what I’m sure was deliberately slow motion, which was no doubt a product of the anomaly’s time dilation effects carefully regulated by Midnight so she—and they! —could watch the baring of their bodies unfold.

It was an incredibly devious and delicious psychological ploy to use to weaken their already-faltering will. And I have to say, it worked, as seeing it happen before me caused me to start clawing hard at my own marehood again. The effect was such that it allowed the shocked soldiers to see their heavy armor and weapons evaporating into strings of smoke right off their four-legged forms. Their formerly impervious armor was turned into thin strands of quantum spaghetti as they were pulled to the heads of the staff, and from there, transported directly into the depths of the singularity they were tapping.

The equally terrifying and titillating sight caused some of the lower ranked soldiers to start panicking as they realized that without the armor they had worked so hard to earn, they would be naked and fully exposed to the emitted aura’s effects.

Abandoning their posts with cries that the Kingdom was crumbling and the Ancestors had gone insane, several lower-ranked soldiers tried to run or flee both by ground and by air, but their rapidly stiffening wings as well as the sudden tangle of bodies caused stumbles as the front left side of their formation began to fall apart. This despite the pleas of their officers and the increasingly frantic efforts of the two nearest mages to restrain the effect, even as their own curse-resistant clothing designed to defeat enemy spellcasting was dissolved right off them.

Wait—so why hadn’t their staves been sucked in like before? Unless…

I think I sensed the answer about half a second before it was revealed to me, when the effect of the statue’s glowing magus staff began spreading from one stave to the next, like a virus. The two nearest Magus staffs lit up with the same intense mating aura and singularity-sucking effect as the enormous onyx one that started it, causing yet more knots of soldiers nearest them to be affected. The mages themselves stared in horror at their corrupted staffs as they lit up just like the first with a new form of mating aura, one that not even Midnight had emitted before but seemed somehow griffon-based.

It was yet another surprise given that griffon mages had no mating aura of their own, since their staves were not an intrinsic part of their bodies like horns or antlers were for other races. Which I’m sure meant it was no less a shock to them to discover that such a thing did exist!

“This is another product of the Griffon Imperium I borrowed the altered Hall of Heroes from,” Midnight explained at a surprised Juniper’s questioning look. “They developed their own ultra-powerful mating aura as a means to conquer their enemies, using it to weaken their will and destroy their discipline, leaving them easy prey for sexual subjugation. How ironic that it now gets used on the griffons of this world instead!”

Ironic indeed, and sensing they were being quickly overcome as their remaining protective garments dissolved right off them along with seeing their sensual attributes beginning to swell under the intense violet light, the nearest female magus tried to smash the head of her stave against a stone wall in a desperate attempt to stop its spellcasting.

But it did no damage as it only began to glow all the brighter, finally overcoming her remaining sanity and consuming her fully as her boobs bulged hard, and she turned back to face her faltering brethren with a very lascivious leer. She aimed the full force of her stave on a nearby tiercel Magus next, who was so quickly overcome by the point blank alicorn-strength aura that his cock and balls had doubled in size by the time he turned the power of his own stave on other griffons, gliding low over the rest of the lead formation of soldiers to partially suck all the clothing and weapons right off them.

It didn’t undress them completely given he didn’t linger over them long enough for it to do so—at least, not before he could no longer flap and was forced by his stiffened wings to alight on the belly breasts of the second griffon statue, sitting directly on a single large teat. But the damage was done as their helms along with the upper halves of their armor and shields were dissolved right off their bodies, and that alone was enough to expose them to the aura’s sensual effects.

No longer secured, the remaining pieces of protective Paladin armor simply fell off them as their talons let go of their ruined shields, many able only to stand where they were and absorb the intense sexual spellcasting while feeling their intimate attributes grow. A few managed to work up enough fear to flee, but those who took to the air didn’t get far before their wings stiffened to the point that they, too, could no longer flap, leaving it all they could do to glide in for a landing at the bottom of the stairs.

A few couldn’t even manage that, and trying hard not to let their throbbing flesh drag on the ground when they were forced to alight, they lowered their forequarters enough that they tumbled head over heels. They ended up pinned on their backs just as the Paladins inside had, their wings so rigid that they lifted up their spines. It left them able only to flail and stare helplessly down their bellies as their erotic anatomy continued to expand and grow, eagless belly breasts bulging upwards while tiercel balls swelled and spears extended steadily up their chests, showing no signs of stopping while slowly reaching for their owner’s agape beaks.

Before long, over half the formation was dissolved while only a few stalwarts at the rear held their ground, but that only lasted until the rearmost magus statue ignited his stave. It did its damage more swiftly as the soldiers were completely stripped in seconds, and then so unbearably aroused that they started turning to each other in desperation for relief. It swiftly got to the point that the tiercels were throbbing and thrusting into the air so badly that they started mounting each other regardless of rank or relationship.

Their efforts were only barely resisted, if at all. Even their male Tribune, who might have been the last to succumb due to his excess of armor or simply being not as initially virile due to his increased age, was soon being tongued in the tail by a very young tiercel soldier, who held up his superior’s hindquarters by the flanks and stretched his suddenly-sensitive sphincter wide with his talons to allow his predator tongue greater access to its depths.

The defrocked griffon commander cried out like a teenage eagless in her first heat from the contact as his forelegs collapsed beneath him. He tried to feebly crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure of the act but that only lasted until his subordinate propped his legs on his shoulders and held him fast.

The younger soldier buried his beak beneath the older griffon male’s upraised tail, reaching under the Tribune’s propped form to grope his wingbases and stroke his lengthening spear until he creamed all over his chest. Before long, he was no longer resisting as an equally young eagless backed her rear into his face, forcing him to orally pleasure her by holding his head in place against her twin orifices with her tail wrapped around his neck.

And so it went as the erotic effects continued to spread and the now-fully corrupted griffon mages turned on their own side, tiercel and eagless alike wearing expressions of laschiviousness and lust I’d never seen on their faces before.

Levitation spells retrieved fleeing griffons, in some cases plucking them right out of the air to be toyed with and tucked by other affected soldiers; in other cases—and in hindsight, I strongly suspect this was a product of Fortrakt’s influence broadcast through the staves—they were deposited on the ground so they could be penetrated by magus auras that were twisted into tentacle-like constructs with phallic tips.

Tendril after magically created tendril soon found their ways into beaks, nests and tails alike, suspending them in the air and spreading their openings wide, penetrating so deeply that they brought their victims to a very rapid if involuntary rapture.

They pumped the targeted griffons full of so much mating magic that the spears and teats of their owners engorged to mammoth proportions, leaving them unable to run or fly. All they could do was lie in place creaming themselves while their enhanced bodies became the plaything of everygriffon around them, who groped, licked and tucked every inch of their gargantuan genitalia—hey, how’s that for a new alliteration? And to think Molyneux once told me that my vocabulary was too limited to be taken seriously—until they were brought to orgasm yet again.

And the growing orgy was no longer confined to the stairwell, with many lust-struck griffons now climbing up the tails and legs of the statues along with the dragons soon surging out of the Hall to worship and explore their altered erotic anatomy. Eaglesses and drakinas ground their nests into everything from onyx clits and teats to the immense male spears, while the tiercels and drakes humped them or any hole that they fit in; one excited young soldier even pushed himself so far inside a statue’s sphincter that he got stuck and his tail promptly taken by an amorous drake.

Others cavorted atop the second female’s enormous eagless breasts, while a particularly brave and determined former soldier walked out all the way along the length of the phallus overhanging the stairs and positioned himself to take the entrance of the urethra—which was of course present—at the erstwhile organ’s tip. He succeeded as both dragons and griffons cheered, with others demanding the chance to go next.

I admit I felt slightly forlorn for a moment as I took it all in. Not at the activity before me, which was hotter than anything I’d already seen—and believe me, that’s saying a lot! But because my field of view through the portal was not such that I could see what happened beyond it. I was actually disappointed that I couldn’t see the spread of Midnight’s magical corruption through the city!

And then I remembered in some relief that there were other portals available, and turned my attention to the airborne one first that showed the mountainside city from about five hundred feet up.

It was hard to see much at that distance, but what I did quickly notice was the intense glow of magus staves, which manifested themselves as bright beacons of purple light in which I could just see the singularity’s energy swirl. Those beacons were multiplying throughout the city, spreading block by block, level by level as more magus staffs or even streetlamp firegems were infected.

Though they weren’t designed to do anything but light the streets at night, they still absorbed the magic and started emitting more of it in turn; I could just see more matter being sucked into them as new sources of the singularity spell ignited and began dissolving the clothes and weapons off other nearby griffons, though they were far enough away that I couldn’t see much more than that.

As if Midnight was reading my mind again, additional rifts opened to show the inside of griffon houses and structures, or simply out on the streets as the effect overtook them. I don’t know if the dimensional rips were opening in response to the cubs and incest I desperately wanted to see more of (and was that only due to Fortrakt’s influence? I still don’t know!), but one showed two young siblings beneath a blanket, napping under the gentle light of a single firegem.

But it suddenly started glowing bright violet and turned into yet another miniature maelstrom of energy that evaporated the blanket right off them, stretching and sucking the remnant matter into its maw to reveal an eight-year old caracal-furred and falcon-feathered tiercel spooning his twin sister with the same combination of features from behind.

Under the intense mating aura’s light, they both began to squirm and trill lightly in their sleep as their cheeks flushed and the male cub’s initially immature organ suddenly poked out of his sheath; it began to reach out for his sister’s body while her nest engorged and started glittering before my eyes.

Leaning forward, I found myself willing his initially small organ forth as it quickly extended and grew to adult proportions along with his balls, the tip of his spear drawn like a magnet directly into the center of his sister’s sex. When contact was made, she spread her legs to show that her barely-visible mammaries were also beginning to grow, swiftly swelling into visibly wobbling grapefruit-sized mounds on her belly capped with impressively erect almond-shaped teats.

At the touch of his brother’s cock, her tail whisked itself aside at the contact and her immature opening yielded to him easily as he began to lightly thrust into her, easily penetrating the virgin barrier to sink his expanding organ deeper into her depths for the first time.

Already partly to climax with his organ halfway inside her, they woke up to find themselves instinctively copulating even if they didn’t understand what was happening, staring down at their merged bodies in surprise. But they also found it felt too good to stop, calling for their mother before crying out to the Ancestors as the male cub emptied the first load of his young life inside the ‘nest’ of his sister.

The rift then rippled to show a uniformed father coming home, wearing the light blue armor of the Kingdom’s Auxiliary Guard, which was their internal security force. A violet light from the outside streetlight’s firegem suddenly shone directly in his window and dissolved his armor into mist, allowing the accompanying mating aura to affect him, causing his spear and sac to swell.

He barely had time to register their growing size or his rapidly rising wings before he was pounced by his two teenage boys. They obeyed what had to be a distant Fortrakt’s remotely driven impulse to orally service their father, one stretching his neck below his belly to take his spear down his throat and the other bathing his balls and sticking a talon in his tail. Their sire all but melted under their seduction, and before long he ended up being taken by his two sons in his tail and muzzle at once as they made out over his back.

Then there was the mother with two eagless cubs in the street, who was suddenly stripped of her shopping sash and satchel as she was illuminated with violet light. Her cheeks flushed and wings splayed, but she again had little chance to register that or the sudden ballooning of her mammaries before she was bodily picked up by a sex-crazed mage and pressed together belly-to-belly with another eagless, finding themselves rubbing their teats together as the corrupted Magus cast a spell to heighten their size and sensitivity even more.

The previously unfamiliar pair kissed and trilled their pleasure as their female cubs looked on, imitating the adults and finding they enjoyed the sensation, especially after the mage inserted a tendril of aura into each of their young orifices that slowly pried them open. She brought them to their first-ever climax of their lives alongside their parents, squirting and spurting almost as strongly as the amorous adults around them.

I might have been interested to see where that went, but then the view shifted again to show the inside of what looked like a classroom where both uniformed griffon cubs and pony foals were taught in the lowest level of the city.

The latter were not Equestrian but Caleponian—descendents of earth ponies who settled in the Gryphon Kingdom not long after the great war as a show of good faith in the armistice agreement. They came to grow badly needed food for the griffons, thus taking away one of the reasons the former Empire had become an imperial power, and over time had developed their own culture and hardier bodies to adapt to the more wild griffon lands.

The vest-wearing teacher with an hourglass-shaped cape that covered her hindquarters was facing away from her dozen or so students. She was giving what appeared to be an art lesson on a large easel when the room’s previously dark sconce-mounted firegems suddenly ignited on the back wall with the now-familiar intense violet light.

The resulting vortex quickly slurped the school uniforms right off of the surprised younglings from back to front of the classroom. It left them naked and increasingly aroused as they sat at their desks even though they didn’t immediately understand what was happening; their cheeks flushing and immature male organs already starting to poke out of pony and griffon sheaths alike.

As their teacher was furthest away from the sconces at the front of the class, her instructor uniform melted away more slowly, starting from her hindquarters and working further up her body. The slow disappearance of her cape first revealed her quickly engorging eagless nest to the eyes of her students as her tail involuntarily curled up, showing the suddenly and sorely interested cubs and foals the sight of her lips swelling and parting.

She was seemingly unaware of what was happening at first as more of her clothes melted towards her wingbase while she sketched what she said was a flower, only for her pen to produce instead a detailed picture of a beak and tongue entering eagless lips. It was followed swiftly by other drawings of swollen teats being groped by talons and a male phallus tucking her tail, ending with images of her talons wrapped around a pony cock and her beak licking a tiercel one.

By the time the evaporation effect reached her vest to unveil her rapidly rising wings, the undressed cubs had already stood up to examine their newly enhanced equipment. The ten-year old griffon and pony colts wriggled their rears to watch their still-expanding cock and balls sway and feel the tingle of the air itself against them, while the fillies and eagless cubs did the same to see their newly pronounced belly breasts jiggle.

They marveled at their sensitivity while comparing counts and sizes—the fillies seemed disappointed to discover they had only two teats while their eagless friends had four, but the fact that theirs reached cantaloupe size while the griffon ones were only grapefruits mollified them—and examining each other’s anatomy.

A few even started rubbing their newly discovered and increasingly augmented erotic attributes against each other, including what I found to be a particularly titilating picture of a tiercel cub grasping his organ together with that of one of his colt classmates. And then they noticed their teacher had lowered her hindquarters to stretch out her rear, waving it at them in enticement and asking who wanted to be first to explore an eagless body properly.

Her already-hopelessly aroused students took her up on that instantly, gathering close around her to press hooves, noses and talons into her anatomy, quickly finding her most sensitive spots and stimulating them with touch and tongue alike. Trilling her pleasure and encouraging more of it, she then asked them to try the acts she had depicted on the easel, and they promptly began doing so, colts and fillies alike eating her endless flow of nectar out while the pony and griffon boys took turns taking her tail, leaving their very young cream running down into her nest.

She praised them for being good students as she stroked their still-growing cocks and came repeatedly, and to their surprise, so did the younglings as they quickly discovered how good it felt to fill their teacher’s body or have their own be filled by others. Their teacher taught them oral by example, going down on tiercels and eaglesses alike while the boys continued to take her already-well serviced tail, and after they coaxed their teacher onto her back, they explored her mammaries and newly presented nest in earnest, which the boys quickly discovered was yet another place they could stick themselves that felt good.

They were soon bringing her to climax over and over using everything from teat and wing stimulation while exploring every one of her orifices and coming all over her repeatedly; the last image I had of them before the rift rippled again was of two foals and two cubs suckling her erect teats while she lay on her back, while the others availed themselves of every other erotic surface or entry point she had.

And finally, the scene shifted to show the throne room of Queen Molyneux herself.

It was clear that her aides were starting to get some panicked reports that they were uncertain they should inform the Queen of, but the palace doors were ordered sealed and a special series of protective wards erected around it—powerful incantations that could stop anything from a dragon assault to a bombardment from a flotilla of enemy airships.

But yet again, it was no proof against Midnight’s spreading spellwork as the staves of the four mages ignited one after the other with bright purple light and swirls of arcane energy. The toga-like robes and capes of the aides as well as the armor of the soldiers all but melted off their bodies to a series of startled squawks, despite several failed and increasingly desperate attempts by the mages to silence the spellcasting of their staves.

It was too late as, their physical and magical defenses completely stripped, the staves corrupted the griffons who held them, whose spears and sexes almost instantly engorged and grew. They then turned their new mating auras on the rest of the room, including the Queen herself, who had already been stripped of her royal vestments. She looked around in momentary bewilderment, but then gaped down her belly to see her breasts expanding even harder than the rest of the females in the room, finding them the target of all four glowing magus staves.

Once again, I’m certain both this and everything that followed was Fortrakt’s doing. As I watched, fresh tendrils of aura then reached out for Molyneux from the staffs, picked her up off her throne and suspended her in the air before finding and entering her openings, holding her limbs and rigid wings fast as her body was swiftly turned into what I can only describe as a hentai tuck toy.

As her initially aghast but quickly aroused aides watched, every erotic area of her body was attended at once by multiple tentacles that did everything from encircle and knead her four basketball-sized breasts to thread in and out of her pinioins and even enter her urethra, the idea of which I guess Fortrakt got by seeing the outside soldiers take that of the onyx sculpture at the base of the stairs.

“By our most erotic Ancestors…” one of her male aides watched as their longtime ruler was filled by multiple tendrils in every orifice and brought to orgasm quickly in spite of her attempts to fight it, stroking his new stature to the sight alone. He did so along with every other male in the room while the eaglesses present pawed frantically at their nest and teats, licking their beaks repeatedly to see their mage-tentacled Queen creaming herself helplessly.

“You know, I thought that scene looked familiar. I take it you have read Mating Monastery, Fortrakt Gletscher?” the sound of Juniper Neptune’s equally amused and aroused voice brought my attention at least briefly to the Hall of Heroes where Fortrakt, Midnight and the High Priestess were staring fixedly at the scene in the palace.

“Yes…” Fortrakt barely croaked, clearly commanding his Queen’s subjugation. “It’s my favorite erotic comic from Neighpon…”

“I see. Then I might have to introduce you to some equally interesting ones from the human side of the portal later,” she said in some amusement. “But until then, proceed. I very much want to see what else you have planned for her.”

So did I, but I’ll give Queen Molyneux this much credit—she fought it for far longer than most, not even fully succumbing when her second climax hit. It caused her to arch her back and erupt from the top of her nest with several uncannily powerful bursts of her own eagless honey that coincided with her orgasmic pulses, her needy trilling and frantically heaving hips making me wonder how long it had been since she’d last had sex.

Her spurts arced high in the air to land several body lengths away, though none of them hit the ground. They seemed to always find the faces and teats of her agape aides or the cocks of her slowly stroking soldiers, even landing perfectly in the open beaks of her two oldest cubs, who licked the nectar up instantly. They were rubbing their erect wings together frantically as they watched their mother’s sexual subjugation before turning to face each other, rearing up to start making out before the rest of the astonished and helplessly self-pleasuring onlookers.

Moly’s green eyes went wide to see it, though she couldn’t say anything about it with the aura construct still deep in her throat. The tentacles were then withdrawn from all but her tail as she was laid down on the carpet before her aroused aides and equally excited elite guard. Her mouth finally free, her cries of protest and promises of retribution were swiftly silenced as her own subjects descended on her, groping, probing and fondling every part of her royal and previously unapproachable body until she’d cummed helplessly yet again.

I gotta admit, some part of me where my old bad-girl self still existed took great satisfaction in watching her taken down a few pegs, turned into a tuck-toy for her own subjects after all the disdain with which she’d treated me. Despite being their monarch, her body was availed of by her aides and elite soldiers alike, who taloned her twat and fondled her wingfeathers, caressed her quivering flight muscles and alternately squeezed or suckled her truly epic-sized belly breasts until the Captain of her Guard, a massive male with an equally enormous endowment, approached her.

After she was laid down at his order, the powerful and now very well hung tiercel disdained her ruler’s sex or tail to avail himself of her titantic teats instead. As she watched agape, only weakly telling him to stay away as she could not move due to her own erect wings, he stepped over her to lay his cock amid all four of her massive pumpkin-sized mammaries and reached down to pillow their mass against his shaft, beginning to thrust hard between them.

“Oh, my…” I heard Fluttershy say in amazement beside me as my jaw fell open yet again, leaving us pawing at each other anew. It was the first time I’d ever seen a griffon actually perform paizuri, and I wondered where the powerful Paladin soldier had learned about that since ponies don’t generally do it either. Then I recalled that Fortrakt was an aficionado of Neighponese porn, and guessed that’s where he’d gotten the idea.

Not that I minded in the least. Molyneux continued to protest her treatment weakly but also didn’t resist it, finding her sixty-year old body betraying her yet again as she soon came from teat stimulation alone with a loud cry of pleasure and even spurts of milk from her newly laden breasts.

She also squirted out of her open sex onto the tiercel’s enormous overhanging balls as I’d already seen her and so many other eaglesses do, arching her back in pleasure and crying to her Ancestors in rapture. After another half minute of her body being wracked with powerful climactic pulses as the big male erupted all over her face and into her open beak, she collapsed back to the floor when her orgasm was spent to find herself staring into another eagless slit above her.

I just saw her eyes go wide again as she realized the hindquarters belonged to her fifteen-year old leopard-spotted daughter Malia, who positioned herself over her mother’s head and pressed her own impressive breasts into the top part of her mother’s, allowing the Captain of her Prateorian Guard to thrust his newly cum-slickened shaft into not one but two sets of massive mammaries at once.

He did so eagerly and then began making out with Malia happily above her moaning mother and monarch, who was soon in a state of near total surrender to what was happening to her, orally pleasuring her daughter from below. Tiercel cocks of aides and soldiers were soon pressed into their Queen’s open talons and she accepted them, beginning to stroke them as her son Marcus ate her out in turn and her tail continued to be spread wide open by Magus magic, with no less than three tendrils now filling her, taking on a twisted shape as they moved around inside her in circular motions.

Before long, she had come again even more powerfully along with me and Fluttershy. With that, I thought the entire Kingdom’s conquest was complete as Queen Molyneux herself fell to Midnight’s magic, reduced to yet another in a long line of griffon playthings.

If the scene ended then, I would have been very happy and satisfied. But it wasn’t over yet.

For it was then that a fresh portal opened in the Queen’s enormous throne room, through which a volcanic tableland could be seen before it was blocked by a massive saurian shape that quickly stepped into the light to reveal himself as an enormous adult dragon. He looked around only briefly before stepping through on all fours onto the polished floor of the Kingdom’s most secure and protected area, standing amid a hundred frantically and very passionately fornicating griffons.

“Dragon Lord Vesuvius!” the entire clan of dragons now spreading through Arnau cried out upon seeing him through a series of rifts Midnight had seeded throughout the city so the griffons could see their Queen conquered; his appearance was sudden and striking enough that all sensual activity I could see through the various portals stopped as griffons and dragons alike froze to see him.

A giant drake of gray and blue scales wearing a golden helm and upper body armor, which he had no doubt forged himself out of his own hoard along with some form of scepter strapped to his winged back, the singularity effect quickly stripped him of his royal accouterments, leaving him as naked as the griffons he dwarfed.

But he paid it no mind as he spread his wings and reared up to reveal two enormous and very erect dark red draconic cocks, which he began to stroke as he studied the scene of rutting royals before him and then focused on the dazed form of Queen Molyneux herself. Even for as big as he was, he stood only a little more than halfway to the enormous chamber’s domed ceiling, but he gave his ornate surroundings little mind—which is kind of surprising given the amount of gold and gemstones in the room around him.

But he clearly had far more concerns at that moment than simple material wealth as he smiled toothfully with a puff of bluish smoke and flame, his tongue licking his long snout slowly and sensuously as he almost lazily considered what was to come.

“Greetings, mighty Queen Molyneux of the Griffon Kingdom. I am Dragon Lord Vesuvius, from the volcanic isle of Silicaly in what you call the Servalanian Sea. I am told by a newly ascended alien alicorn that our races are meant to be the most amorous of allies! That an old hex cast by Nightmare Moon remains within our respective races, sensually binding us to each other, body and soul,” he recited, and I felt a shiver go through me as I began to imagine what he was about to do; even Fluttershy was suddenly hugging me hard to see the massive and monstrous drake enter.

“If this is true, then by the traditions of the Ancient Dragon Lords themselves, you and your nation must prove worthy of such an alliance! So prepare to see if you and your kindred can satisfy me, young and buxom ruler of the griffon realm…” he announced with a toothy grin as he grasped one of his bus-sized organs in one paw while propping himself on his other, beginning to stroke his leftmost one more quickly as it started to drool steaming fluid onto the stone floor out its tapered tip, which quickly formed a large and spreading puddle.

It was only then I noticed that his shaft was pointed directly at Queen Molyneux herself, whose eyes went wide and cum-coated beak dropped open as she realized his intentions.