Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

“Dragon Lord Vesuvius!” the entire clan of dragons now spreading through Arnau cried out in pure reverence. They saw him through a series of rifts Midnight had seeded throughout the city so the griffons could witness the corruption and conquest of their Queen; 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 behold him.

All activity ceased on the CHS side of the rifts as well. He was a giant drake of grayish blue scales wearing a golden helm and custom-made 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. But the singularity effect quickly stripped him of all his royal accouterments except his staff, leaving him every bit as naked as the griffons he dwarfed.

Even as he emerged, I saw through various airborne rifts that there were several additional large portals that had appeared around the city. They showed views directly into the volcanic island the Veusivius clan lived in, through which a score of additional adult dragons entered, drakes and drakinas alike.

Though none were as large as their lord—with adult dragons and even adolescents to a more limited degree, size is always proportional to status and wealth—the former were already very erect and the latter quite wet, with visibly swollen sexes and glistening scales between their legs.

Some entered near the Hall of Heroes and immediately started cavorting with the giant griffon statues there. They were so stoutly made that they held firm against the erotic onslaught; the three-story sculptures being the perfect size for their giant partners. Drakes availed themselves of presented nests and tails while a drakina backed herself into the plaza-spanning oynx spear that overhung the staircase; she took almost its entire length while bent over, venting fire happily as griffons gathered beneath her to be showered with her hot nectar.

Still others emerged in different areas of the city to simply lounge themselves out in offering, drakes creaming over everything they could see and drakinas laying back against convenient hillsides or structures with their legs spread wide.

Adventurous griffons were soon climbing onto them, exploring their exotic openings; a few adventurous ones even climbed inside them to see how deep they could go. In other cases, smaller portals appeared through which adult dragons inserted their organs like giant glory holes; one even entered the school I’d seen earlier, attracting griffon cubs and pony foals alike to inspect the twin shafts and sample the spunk drooling from it.

They did so at the encouragement of their teacher, who proceeded to give them a lesson in both male and dragon anatomy, describing the function of the enormous organ and then showing them how best to pleasure it by stroking the narrow tip to milk more sperm from it. Stepping back to allow her students to do the same, she was soon pleasuring herself to the sight of cubs and foals alike climbing all over the slowly thrusting shafts like a jungle gym; grinding their new endowments into its ridged and pulsing surface while taking turns drinking from its protruding and oozing tip.

I might have watched longer—by Princess Celly’s sunbutt (hey, I know what I liked about her!), I really wanted to see them make that drake climax and then be completely covered in his cream! But then Vesuvius himself gave a mighty roar that reverberated throughout not just the throne room but all Arnau and even the schoolyard of CHS, gaining the immediate and undivided attention of all. It might even have been heard outside of the immediate area, if the tempest Midnight’s magic had sparked around us didn’t drown it out.

The eyes of every individual were on him as he planted his scepter in the stone floor like a flag, as if to lay claim to not just the throne room but the entire Gryphon Kingdom. But he paid his many gawkers 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, who was staring at him from her back in shock.

Even for as big as he was—easily at least fifty hooves high (fine, you want maretric–er, metric? He was well over fifteen meters tall) he stood only a little more than halfway to the enormous chamber’s domed ceiling, but he gave his ornate surroundings little mind.

Which was kind of surprising given the amount of riches in the room around him; they included everything from the golden statues of royals past to the crystal-studded ceiling that was there as much for defense as decoration. It was meant to channel various spells ranging from shields to snares, as well as certain wards intended to disperse attempts at introducing foreign magic into the throne room.

All of which Midnight had yet again overcome with contemptuous ease given the still-active singularity effects from various Magus staffs, which sucked the heavy weapons and highly enchanted crimson armor right off a reinforcing Turma of Praetorian Guard soldiers who had charged into the chamber—for those reading this who are unfamiliar with the late Roman military (and how the hell did you get hold of this if you are?), that’s basically a platoon-sized unit.

Once they were all stripped naked, the effect quickly aroused and enhanced them, causing tiercel spears to surge out of their sheaths to fully engorge into double and then triple their original size, while eagless teats plumped into melon-sized masses capped with four exquisitely erect teats that the simple movement of the air caused intense tingling against—I know because it had been happening to me constantly, given the stormy skies and fitfully gusting winds around us. It left them all as undressed and helplessly horny as the rest, even if they were suddenly afraid to indulge it with the Dragon Lord there.

He was surrounded by plenty of gold and gems, but in a rarity for adult dragons, the cobalt-blue Vesuvius clearly had far more concerns at that moment than simple material wealth. He ignored all the outside eyes on him to smile toothfully at the fear-frozen forms of the Queen and her entourage 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.

And then he spoke; his voice so deep and booming that even on my side of the rift, it could be felt in my very bones.

“Greetings, mighty Queen Molyneux of the Gryphon 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.” I felt a shiver go through me as I began to imagine what he was about to do with her; 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 another toothy grin as he grasped one of his nearly bus-sized organs in one paw while propping himself on his other, beginning to stroke his leftmost one in front of her. 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; her cum-coated beak dropping open as she realized his intentions. Her formerly loyal guards, who had been very happily and eagerly availing themselves of her boobs and body, almost seemed to remember their duty to protect her for a moment. They and even the corrupted magus moved to shield her with their bodies and magical barriers, to which the enormous drake just laughed.

“I see you have already been quite busy in my absence, having been made a plaything for your own progeny and Praetorians. A pity I was not here to see it start! It may yet please me to allow them to continue, but as of now, you and your Kingdom belong to me and my clan, my young and still-virile queen, along with its wealth of riches. I will be making my new home right here in your throne room, which I will fill with the contents of your treasury so that I may sleep on a dais of diamonds. Unless you and your race can prove yourself our equals, that is…” he said with a toothy grin through which he leaked bluish flame, the radiant heat of which I could feel even clear through the portal.

Despite the intensity of it, I shivered, wanting desperately to see the Queen turned into his plaything. Part of me even wished to be in her place, which was a simple product of me being a fire elemental as a pony. Dragons were in some ways the ultimate embodiment of fire, after all. So I’d be lying to say I hadn’t had a few fantasies of being dominated by an adolescent or even adult dragon over the years, bathed in their fiercely hot flame.

“In truth, I highly doubt you can prove yourself our equals, but no matter. To business, then, as we negotiate for the terms of our alliance. But first, you must be presentable. As our benefactor has promised me that the altered hex means I cannot burn you, the only seed you should be bathed in is MINE!”

I admit I froze for a moment as he inhaled and the gaps of his chest scales glowed bright before he breathed a great gout of intense blue fire into the room, apparently immolating all the griffons within it for a moment. Fluttershy gasped as well, clutching me close as the sight evoked a series of muffled screams and curses from CHS and Crystal Prep students alike.

His flame easily overcame the magic shields the corrupted Magus had cast to envelop the queen in its fiery brilliance, but when it faded after a dozen seconds, she was not only unharmed, but completely cleaned of the cum covering her with light wisps of steam and smoke coming off her un-singed fur and feathers.

The mages themselves had lost their staves, which were incinerated right out of their talons, crumbling to fine ash in their grasps to leave them—and the Queen—defenseless. His fire even extinguished the singularities by cutting their magical tethers; the loss of the staves also meant that the multiple aura tentacle constructs that had been deep within her tail simply vanished from within her, leaving it slick and gaping, easily enough to insert an entire Saddle Arabian stallionhood.

“By the Ancestors…” was all Molyneux could croak out before glancing over at her cringing son and daughter, who had curled themselves into a fetal position to see his throat glow. Though consumed by flame as well, they looked down and patted their bodies to realize that they were unharmed; shocked to find themselves not just alive but still incredibly aroused, they looked at each other and then fainted dead away into each other’s arms.

They weren’t the only ones who succumbed to their fright. A dozen of her aides and even several elite soldiers did as well, though their teats and tiercelhoods still throbbed and slowly grew despite their unconscious state. Those who fell into piles with each other uncannily did so into compromising positions that invariably resulted in talons cupping balls or breasts, or griffon organs perfectly poised to slowly push their way into beaks, nests, and tails.

In the case of Moly’s son and daughter, they fell belly to belly with her son’s spear pushing up between his sister’s bulging boobs as their respective talons each rested against a single set of them, pushing their mass into the intruding griffon shaft.

I couldn’t help but shiver at the incestuous sight—clearly, Midnight’s probability-altering effects did not need the singularities around to remain present!—but to her credit, Molyneux did not pass out even as the Dragon Lord roared with laughter to see the reaction. Seeing she remained conscious, he then resumed stroking himself idly before her, considering her almost lazily as he lounged out before her. He lay partially on his side to present his twin phalluses, one pointed up at the ceiling and the other directly at Queen Molyneux herself.

She continued gaping at him, her upper body propped up slightly on her sex-stiff wings. She found herself unable to move away from him or even right herself; her hind paws and feline claws scrappling for purchase on the perfectly smooth stone floor but finding none. In the end, she could only stare over her enormously enhanced belly boobs at his leering reptilian face; her massive mammaries wobbled enticingly with every movement she made.

The Dragon Lord herself seemed to find her helpless state both amusing and arousing, taking note of her enormous mammaries and licking his lips at the sight of them. I held my breath as he leaned over and began sniffing at her up close, his long snout larger than she was, letting her feel his inner heat and smell the brimstone of his breath. He then puffed out a single exhalation of bluish smoke that suffused her for a second and left her cheeks even more flushed and pupils dilated as she was forced to inhale the vapors in turn.

She couldn’t quite stifle a half-fearful, half-needy trill as she sensed his proximity and intentions. Biting my lip and squirming to see it, I desperately wanted him to lick her; draw his large but dextrous tongue between her legs or even use it to encircle a boob or two.

But he did not, pulling back slightly instead to consider her and let his breath take full effect on not just her, but everyone in the room as it spread out to leave a slight bluish haze in the air. Some of it even wafted right through the rift we were watching through to leave me dizzy; I shivered when he glanced up and saw us, but paid me and Fluttershy no more mind than he did the rest of his audience.

“As I’m sure you know, dragon smoke can be most… intoxicating. We occasionally consent to having it collected for the use of others in exchange for rare gems. But when we are also aroused? Then it becomes the most potent of aphrodisiacs, effective against ALL races. Even able to induce estrus where there is none,” he informed her, watching as she began to squirm, balling her talons into fists to keep them from digging into her teats and twat.

I could tell she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of watching her self-pleasure,but her resistance only seemed to arouse him more, especially as he could see her milk and honey now flowing quite freely, matting her fur and running in rivulets down into the dock of her tail before dripping down to form a fresh puddle on the floor beneath her.

“Fight it all you like, my egg-hungry eagless. In the end, you will be unable to, and your former subjects will bear witness of your sensual submission to me and my clan. Consider it a blessing, giving it is an ability we rarely get to use given our infrequent mating seasons and the fact that for us to rut other races is usually quite dangerous. But thanks to our new benefactor, that is no longer the case! So be honored, young Queen. You are the very first griffon to so directly feel its effects. Or to experience a Dragon Lord’s touch.”

Bending down over her, he licked her once, his tongue darting out to taste her cleansed sex; one of his tongue forks briefly entering her nest to earn a startled squawk and squirt. Sensing her enjoyment and faltering will, he began to intensify his efforts by slowly stimulating her entire body with his tongue alone, propping himself over her with one set of talons while pleasuring the rightmost of his dual drakehoods with another.

He seemed especially enamored of her leaking milk given he managed to encircle and squeeze each of her enormous boobs in turn. He tugged on them to make them squirt into his open snout like an over-engorged udder, earning another series of stifled gasps from the Queen.

“Such a fertile form. Such delicious desire. Both will serve my clan well. Still you resist, but I can sense your growing heat, young Queen of the Griffons, and how open and eager for conquest you truly are. I can smell your fecund fertility, my milk-laden monarch. Your body is eager and ready to receive my seed. Before long, you will willingly surrender your throne and Kingdom to me.”

“Never…” Molyneux managed through moans as the Dragon Lord’s tongue continued to bathe her. He drew it slowly up between her legs and breasts, causing her to stiffen, fighting with all her strength of will to not climax from the stimulation of the enormously long but narrow dragon tongue. A task made all the harder when the forked end of it flicked over her belly to tweak two teats at once, causing them to wobble hard.

Despite their near-painfully taut forms, her trembling body and her own drooling nest, she again refused to give him the satisfaction of an orgasm, biting down hard with her beak onto her own chest feathers and tugging at them for distraction. “I will never surrender to you!”

“Never is a long time, young hatchling of a Queen, and our lifespans are far longer than yours. A pity, but perhaps our new magical bonds will change that,” he suggested easily, changing tactics slightly to insert the very tip of his thumb talon into her previously-tentacled anal opening, causing it to part and her griffon ‘nest’ to water hard as her rear involuntarily wriggled against him. “Even if they do not, know that your progeny—and theirs in turn! —will be pleasuring me long after you pass.”

“Arrogant drake. We have fought your kind before and won. And so we will again!” she proclaimed despite Vesuvius smirking and pushing his talon just a bit deeper, prying her open further and leaving her struggling not to outright writhe against the intrusion. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut either out of intense pleasure, or simply trying not to see her own subjugation.

“Will you, now?” He seemed immensely amused by the statement. “I highly doubt that, but in honor of our previous alliance, I will give you the chance to prove it.”

I initially took Moly’s claim as bravado from a dethroned Queen who had lost her realm and never knew how to offer up anything but bombast. But then to my amazement, and even a degree of appreciation from my younger self, she worked up some attitude.

“Know, Dragon Lord, that before this day is done, I swear by the entire unbroken line of my Ancestors that you will bow down to us!” Molyneux said in a shaky voice, causing her disarmed but sorely aroused subjects still in the room to glance at each other in amazement.

Despite their still-present fear, several of them were openly stroking or pleasuring themselves to the sight even as they kept their distance. A few were even rubbing wings against each other or outright rutting in the piles they had fallen in; as I watched, a young and slightly scrawny teenage aide to the Queen saw his chance and mounted a much more powerful Paladin tiercel who had his tail raised high and had his eyes fixed on his monarch, his phallus drooling beneath his belly.

Though surprised, he did not resist, pushing back hard into the much smaller male, the latter looking dazed and delighted to finally fulfill his greatest fantasy with his eyes closed and tongue hanging out his open beak. A fantasy I’m sure he shared with Fortrakt, who no doubt urged him to do it

But Vesuvius didn’t notice; his attention still fixed on the form of Queen Molyneux lying trapped on her back before him. He laughed hard at her claim of making him bow to her, his guffaws so deep and throaty that I could feel their rumble clear through the portal; the vibration finding enough focus in my clit that I nearly came again.

Stopping his stimulation, he pushed back from her to sit up to his full size, letting his organs dangle over her helpless form as he squeezed and stroked them, causing them to drizzle a steady stream of clear but steaming fluid onto her exposed sex and breasts. It caused her to whimper and the latter to plump even further; now so big their sides were almost touching the floor despite the fact she was lying on her back.

“Such strength of spirit. I am impressed that you did not come despite my best efforts. But perhaps I shouldn’t be, given I know well of griffon will. And as for your claim of besting us before, I am perfectly aware that your nation once fought a war with Dragon Lord Diabla and defeated her. For which I must thank you, given we took back the lands and gems they had stolen from us after.”

He gave her another long and far more reverent lick that started at the tip of her twitching tail and bathed her entire body from bow to stern—okay, it was in the opposite direction, but I prefer the alliteration this way—taking great pains to draw its length slowly over her sex and between her belly boobs, collecting as much milk as he could from them before moving further up her body.

Reaching her chest, his trailing tongue forks found both bases of her flight muscles at once and flicked them, making her hind paws splay hard and another squirt of fluid come out the top of her winking sex, painting the floor nearly sixteen feet away

“S-so we did. And this is how you thank us?” She arched her back into him but yet again, she did not come. “Come here uninvited and invade my inner sanctum, availing yourself of my sacred body while threatening to conquer our entire Kingdom? Where is your honor, Dragon Lord?”

He rumbled again, somewhat less pleasantly. “I prefer to think of it as you and your Kingdom repaying an old debt to us, given our assistance proved crucial in that conflict. So I would advise you to be careful when you speak to me of honor, Queen Molyneux. For I will have you know that I fought in that war on the Kingdom’s side as an adolescent!” he informed her sharply, causing Moly’s eyes to snap open in surprise despite the stimulation.

He then bent low over her again, letting her see his smiling snout and the massive teeth that filled them up close. When next he spoke, it was in an usually quiet voice, though it was still so deep I could feel its reverberations in my teats and clit.

And if I could feel them so keenly even from a distance, what was it like for Queen Molyneux, getting it all up close? How was she not cumming for him over and over again? “Yes, young Queen. I once served as a simple soldier at your race’s side, so I am now simply collecting an old debt. In fact, it may interest you to know that I even stood in this Hall once before for the Kingdom’s victory gala and met your line’s progenitor, the great Queen Jeyenne.”

He nodded off to the side where her golden statue sat placidly adorned with a cape and crown while she held some form of scepter, watching the proceedings unblinkingly. “A truly superb ruler. If she were here before me now, I would gladly submit her in your place. But as you are her descendent, you will more than suffice for payment of that debt. Especially with such a luscious and delicious form.”

He tugged at her breasts with the curled tip of his tongue again, squeezing fresh spurts from her massive and milk-laden mammaries into his maw, earning a fresh series of startled and only half-bit-off squawks as Queen Molyneux tried but failed to silence her cries of pleasure.

“Sister, did you hear that?” I suddenly heard Principal Luna’s voice call out. “She sounds exactly like Headmistress Molyneux!”

“So she does…” Celestia said somewhat breathlessly as her new equine phallus was worshiped by several of the girls around her. “It would seem they share both the same voice and the same sexual weaknesses. With so much in common, I might wish to do this version of her as well!”

Though he gave no indication of having heard them, Moly’s enjoyment was not lost on Vesuvius. “I see that you like this, Queen Molyneux. I do, too. I learned to savor the taste of milk all those centuries ago, needing whatever forms of nourishment were available when I fought at your race’s side. But I must say that YOUR milk is far more delectable, young monarch. A veritable ambrosia of warm, rich cream that I will partake of any time I wish.” He began to very gently close the tip of his snout on one of her upper pair, suckling all he could from it.

Molyneux could only whimper and writhe, her eyes closed tight and beak clenched. But despite how badly I now wanted to see her cum from teat stimulation alone—to say nothing of Fortrakt pleading with her under his breath to do so—she still wouldn’t give in. “By the Ancestors, my teats are not your toys! And though you tell me not to question your honor, your words are false!” she accused him, causing a series of muffled gasps to be heard that she was speaking back to him.

“That debt you speak of was paid in full by our aid and by the lands returned to you! And though our money was meager then as we struggled to recover from both the war and the Empire’s endless military expenditures, we rewarded you still further with what gems we could! So what you are doing now to me is naked aggression to my nation! And we will resist you!”

“Naked indeed,” he agreed, sitting back to fondle her bare form with his giant fingers, running the tips of his talons through her splayed wings. “You know your history, as befits the ruler of a race. And perhaps you might even have a point. But this contest is not of arms, young Queen. We need not conquer you with weapons when we have our bodies. And with the help of the alien alicorn and this ancient hex, we are now able to make our anatomy as irresistible to you as yours is to us.”

“With your help, my new Queen?” A glance up showed the High Priestess was not only watching, but just as transfixed as I was.

“He flatters me, but in truth, I didn’t do much,” Midnight replied, watching the proceedings with an enrapt expression. “Just inform him of the old hex and allow him to feel its full effects. Then opened a portal into the throne room. The rest, he’s done himself. And quite an education I’m getting on both these races. It seems they have history even outside of this hex. They are also natural allies, even if neither are yet quite willing to admit it.”

“Told him? But how? You never left here!” Fortrakt protested, his spear throbbing and drooling in front of him as he watched his queen be pleasured by the tongue and talons of a dragon. I got the distinct feeling that he was trying to mentally pressure the Queen to cum to it as hard as I was, but despite all his imparted power, she refused to. “Then by the Ancestors themselves, how did you—”

“I simply projected an image of myself into his Silician lair on the slopes of Mount Etna—or excuse me, it’s called Mount Aitne here. Such is my power and ability to magically multitask, young Fortrakt,” she said, giving him an affectionate ruffle of his head with her aura. “And it appears that your Queen has an unusually strong will to go with her sharp tongue. I am thus far impressed with her resistance to not just you, but Vesuvius himself. Be assured that just as with the adolescents, I altered the hex enough that he cannot hurt her, so let us see what yet happens,” she suggested.

“That’s our Moly…” Principal Celestia said admiringly; I turned to see her now directly rutting a young girl in the rear with her new stallionhood as she was bent over the arm of the couch, leaving her cross-eyed with her tongue hanging out. “You don’t ever want to be on her bad side.”

“As you say, sister!” Luna agreed, taking a blissful Balcony on his back. “Even we might have been on the receiving end of her insults a time or two!”

“Why? What did you two do?” a dazed but clearly delighted Dean Cadance was now being held up by no less than four boys, taking two ten-inch cocks in each opening at once.

“Oh, we might have gotten a bit drunk at the Superintendent Social on board Filthy Rich’s yacht a couple years back and made a pass at her,” Celestia said with a chuckle.

“Couldn’t help it, though. We were talking about old encounters over drinks and got turned on. And she was so adorably indignant when we started groping her big boobs and butt. We got her partially undressed, at least, and she squawked just like the Queen there when we tugged at her tits. For the record, she wouldn’t cum for us, either! Even though she clearly was turned on…”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” shouted Sunny Flare around a mouthful of Sour Sweet’s dicknipples. “Are all our Principals pervs?”

“I think she was just loyal to Dean Sombra,” Luna ignored the remark as she pumped Backdoor full of her newly acquired cream, causing him to cry out and cum all over his own face. “She did say that he was the only one she would allow to tease or touch her. So I cannot help but wonder, sister… just who is this Moly loyal to?” she then asked before directing Backdoor’s brother Balcony to bend over next, preparing to enter him.

“A good question,” Juniper Neptune said with another lingering glance at them, her lascivious gaze fixed again on Luna for a moment. “If we keep watching, I believe she will reveal the answer. With perhaps a little help from you, young Fortrakt?” she suggested in her silken tone again, causing him to take another ragged breath. “Perhaps you cannot control the Queen, whose impressively strong will resists you. But what about the Dragon Lord himself…?”

His eyes went wide and cock spurted clear fluid once while behind him, the two griffon Paladin commanders Midnight had stripped and left untended on the Earth side of the portal were struggling to crane their heads to see what was happening, but thankfully, Applejack and Rainbow called for Celly and Lulu to toss them a pair a spare pillows from their pile.

They did, and the pair of naked Paladins were swiftly propped up to gape at the sight of their Queen on her back before a visibly aroused adult dragon. To my surprise and mild disappointment, my two friends didn’t service the griffon pair, though, explaining apologetically that they knew the two belonged to Fortrakt, and that they didn’t want to infringe on that.

“Ancestors, yes…” he licked his beak again at Juniper’s latest words. “And I want him to…” he shifted his gaze and focus to Vesuvius himself

Whether in response to his unspoken instructions or not, the Dragon Lord laid himself out before a still-sprawled Molyneux, lounging on his side like a Playmare centerfold on the floor of the throne room—okay, I might have kept a stash of those in my room at Canterlot Castle before coming to Earth—while considering her lazily.

Making himself at home on the smooth, gem-studded surface, he rumbled happily as he stroked both his organs before her at once, letting some of the clear fluid fall tantalizingly near her but not on her this time.

“I find you and your royal lair to my liking, fecund young Queen of the Griffons, but I cannot help but feel this room needs some redecorating. I will have the contents of my Lord’s hoard and your own treasury brought here soon enough, and they will fill this hallowed hall with gems and gold. But before then, I hope you will be so gracious as to allow me to leave my mark on it… and YOU!” As he spoke, his hips began to make powerful thrusting motions into his own grasp, though he kept his leftmost phallus one pointed squarely at her.

I heard the Queen’s sharp intake of breath as she realized his intentions, or maybe it was my own. All eyes remained on the throne room both in the Kingdom and here, with myself and Fluttershy having a front-row seat to the proceedings.

We were clutching each other hard by then in excitement and mutual reassurance while occasionally kissing to see it. “Oh my…” Fluttershy said more than once. “Sunset? Is he really going to…?”

“I don’t know,” I told her, even as I fervently hoped that he would, whether or not it was Fortrakt’s ultimate doing. “But if he does…” For a moment, I felt like I was going to faint at the very idea of it.

But he didn’t right away, letting her and her watching subjects anticipate with mingled fear and excitement what was about to come—quite literally! She tried again to back away from him only to find that she couldn’t, and worse for her, her attempts to do so only seemed to stimulate her further and give away how excited she really was, given the increasingly powerful squirts out her teats and sex, the latter of which found the Dragon Lord’s snout.

Realizing she was on the verge of cumming again and worse, only encouraging him further, she quickly stopped and covered her entrance with both her forepaws, further guarding herself by crossing her hind legs. Vesuvius stopped stroking himself long enough to lick at her erotic effusion, and when he spoke again, his already husky voice had dropped to a lustful growl that made me and Fluttershy shiver.

“Despite your continuing efforts to resist me, I can tell from your scent that you are both fertile and wish to be fertilized, young Queen,” he informed her, causing her eyes to go wide as he began to stroke himself, even faster this time. “Fear not. For I will make you wait… no… MORE!”he said as his back arched followed by his twin drakehoods visibly bulging, starting from the base before proceeding to their tapered tips as climax claimed him.

His twin organs then all but exploded at once, one erupting horizontally and the other almost vertically into the cavernous interior of the throne room. The latter spurted so high that the normally scalding-hot material hit the vaulted ceiling and began to both spatter and fall back to the floor in massive globules that rained down, somehow unerringly finding the stiff-winged griffons on the ground who were unable to dart or fly away, while the former found its mark by hitting the Queen dead center in her covered crotch with its initial surge of spunk.

The sheer force of the powerful outpouring not only knocked her clenched legs apart, but hit with such strength it sent her sliding along the nearly frictionless surface towards the statues of griffon kings and queens behind her.

I got a brief glimpse of both her already-loosened orifices forced open by the fire-hose-like pressure and filled to the brim with fresh saurian spunk as subsequent surges found her breasts and face. Those spurts that didn’t directly hit her struck the statues of her most recent predecessors behind her, though I didn’t immediately see what happened to them.

“Ancestors…” was all Fortrakt could say as he breathed softly and shuddered to see yet another of his teenage fantasies made real, leaving me marveling that it was within his Midnight-granted power to even influence the behavior of an 800-year-old Dragon Lord.

But even if it was originally his doing, Lord Vesuvius was now well beyond his ability to control. Roaring his enjoyment while venting more blue flame into the air, his subsequent eruptions became even more powerful as he coated half the domed ceiling with cum and then took pains to target the rest of the room, aiming his next eruptions at the life-sized and occasionally larger golden onyx statues of Kings and Queens past, and even Emperors and Empresses from Imperial times that lined the walls all around the hall.

Each blast from his two cock cannons—well, that’s what they pretty much were at that point! —unerringly found a fresh group of them. His steaming cum seemed to melt their sculpted clothes and royal accouterments right off their bodies as certain as if they’d been blasted directly by his fiery blue breath, leaving only the naked forms of thirty generations of griffon rulers behind.

They shimmered for a moment as if behind a funhouse mirror before the effect faded to reveal that they had stood upright or otherwise acquired sensual poses, much as the pure oynx statues in the Hall of Heroes had. Just as before, their teats and tiercelhoods seemed to sprout and swell right out of the sculptures, male and female endowments alike becoming equally oversized and prominent, standing proudly to attention for all to admire and explore.

In most cases, the statues took poses like they were rutting or being rutted by an unseen partner, but I didn’t realize the purpose of that until the final gushes of the Dragon Lord’s only slowly fading orgasm struck Molyneux.

They sent her squawking and sputtering form skidding clear across the floor into the embrace of her father and the ruler who preceded her, King Malachi. His golden sculpture was stretched out with his back arched and hindquarters low; his rigid and impressive twelve-inch spear held horizontally just a couple inches off the ground. His broad wings were also spread wide, both in arousal and to keep him elevated while his foretalons seemed to be resting against an unseen surface while suspended in the air.

I couldn’t figure out why he was in such a strange pose until Molyneux reached him. The frictionless floor now perfectly slick with a thin layer of drake seed, Queen Molyneux was spun around by a final glancing strike of the Dragon Lord’s spurts and slowed to a halt just as she reached him.

In yet another massive improbability, she approached at the perfect angle so that his golden footlong phallus perfectly parted her well-lubed eagless lips, causing squirts of dragon cum out around the edges while her quartet of equally wet and cum-slickened beach ball belly boobs slipped under his perfectly placed talons so that when they bounced back up, he was groping her upper set of enormous teats while a shocked, spunk-covered and sorely aroused Molyneux could only stare up into the visage of her sire’s blissful face.

“F-father…” she murmured in a cublike preteen voice that was anything like her usual commanding tone as her state registered, including the fact that she was trapped there, pinned beneath his golden talons with her nest impaled on his enormous spear, unable to extricate herself because her wings were too stiff and the floor too slippery.

She gaped. She trembled. And then, at long last, she came with a loud and piercing trill, thrusting her belly into his statue’s pleasuring paws to the astonishment of her audience and the laughter of the Dragon Lord himself, who was finally descending from his own orgasmic high after well over half a minute of climactic spasms that had all but flooded the once-pristine hall with his spunk.

Oddly enough, the sensual tide had crested highest at the edges of the domed throne room where the thick liquid had surged up against the sides and was only slowly settling back towards the center around the drake, where the floor was still more or less clean except for a few dribbles still coming off the ceiling. It also hadn’t just been the Queen who had been swept up in the literal wave of pure pleasure he had unleashed, as all the other griffons in the room were caught in the flood and pushed to its edges.

“So, you refused to reach rapture with me, but climax instantly when rutted by your own SIRE? How interesting. Perhaps HE is the one the odd upright creatures suggested you were loyal to!”he said breathlessly as he continued to squeeze and stroke his twin organs while watching her. He milked every last drop they contained onto the floor around him while Moly’s matronly body continued to be wracked by her own orgasmic pleasure. She clutched her sire’s talons to her, calling his name repeatedly and begging him to take her whenever he wished.

“That you came in his embrace says much about both you and your upbringing as a hatchling, young Queen. But I can also see how much he meant to you. So lest you think I am a cruel conqueror and intend to keep you for myself, fear not. Were your sire still alive, I would not deny you his body. Any more than I would deny YOURS to your cubs!”he said with a nod off to the side.

It was only then that I realized that the incredibly unlikely outcome hadn’t been limited to her. A separate surge of his sperm had swept up Moly’s son and carried him on a wave which crested against another statue, leaving him as the previously missing half of the sensual pose it had clearly had been sculpted in. It left him held fast in the powerful grasp of Emperor Amplum Dotem, an Imperial-era ruler whose enormous height and sixteen-inch tiercel ‘spear’ dwarfed his, finding himself sliding down his form and sinking steadily into his embrace, rear first.

His tail was poised perfectly over the upright organ of onyx and gold while his hind legs found the grasp of the golden statue’s foretalons; his slickened sphincter swiftly parted around the tapered tip and began sinking onto it even as his legs were held higher in the grasp of the Emperor’s long digits, leaving him every bit as unable as his mother to escape the compromising—and very submissive—position he suddenly found himself in.

His well-presented tail slowly sinking onto the Emperor’s spunk-slickened length and being progressively pried even further open, his beak gaped and still-growing griffon cock spurted as he grasped at it with both sets of foretalons, using the sticky dragon seed it was covered with to lube it. Stroking it frantically as he sank further onto the statue’s perfectly sculpted stature—even its smallest veins had been quite meticulously and lovingly rendered—he started clenching at it with his muscles as if it was real, trying to both work it in deeper and stimulate it to release its own seed deep within him.

I didn’t think that was possible even with all this insane magic at work, but he didn’t care. At the moment he was fully hilted, he climaxed as well with a loud trill and cry, his cum-covered tongue hanging out his open beak. “By my most endowed Ancestors, I want all of it in me! Take me, Emperor Amplum! Tuck me! Make me your eagless and mate me whenever you wish!” he invited even as he added his own cream to the dragon spunk covering the floor around him nearly knee-deep.

Moly’s daughter, in contrast, was also caught between two upright Kings from the Kingdom’s previous century who had their statues turned sideways to take both of her openings at once, leaving her merely-volleyball sized boobs in the grasp of one King’s talons and her wingbase in that of the other’s.

“Grandsire! Great grandsire!” she exclaimed, and then she, too, came as well, announcing loudly that her body belonged to her Ancestors to use as they saw fit forevermore.

In fact, it was only then I noticed that all the statues had griffons swept into their erotic embrace by the flood of dragon seed, from soldiers to mages to aides, and they seemed quite happy to find themselves in the static but sensual hold of their rulers past. Every statue’s spear was filling a nest or tail, while those of the sculptures themselves were being made use of as well, with several instances of griffon heads buried in balls or boobs to lick the dragon cream off them.

“I see the curious griffon reverence for their Ancestors remains as strong as ever,” the Dragon Lord noted as he glanced around the room to see the scene he had caused. “Amusing, but also slightly annoying. We shall have to replace their primacy in your minds with our own. But how…?” he wondered idly as Midnight spoke again.

“He’s right. I can tell from their thoughts and actions alone that griffons do indeed revere their Ancestors, worshiping them as a form of collective deity,” she noted to Juniper Neptune. “You know, I just might be able to use that later… if things do not work out as I expect and the singularity has shown me, that is. But the better question is, can the griffons use that against him?”

“Though you are right about their love for their lineage, I know not,” the High Priestess replied. “All I can tell you is that love drives almost all facets of their lives and society. Everything that they do, they do in the name of their Ancestors—of their history and heroes past. But I cannot say if it will suffice here. No matter how much Queen Molyneux may insist otherwise, I do not see that she can defend herself or her Kingdom now. I hope that does not upset you, Young Fortrakt.”

But before he or Midnight could answer, Vesuvius spoke again. “MUCH better…” he rumbled happily as his body relaxed onto the floor. His pair of phalluses only barely softened before his dual stature hardened again, looking around to see what he had wrought.

“That was a great deal of seed, even for me. Then again, as our race normally only mates once every ten years, I had been rather pent up since our last migration and rutting season. On behalf of myself and my clan, I thank you for this opportunity, alien alicorn. Or is there another title you wish to be called by?”He turned to the portal through which Midnight watched, giving her a respectful bow of his large head.

Midnight grinned and nodded back. “I am simply Midnight Sparkle, great Dragon Lord. I have no title—at least, not yet. For now, you may thank me by continuing your sensual contest with the Kingdom. For I am not only immensely enjoying it, but I am also learning much of your races and history by watching it.”

“As you wish.” He grinned back before returning his attention to Molyneux. “That will be my greatest pleasure, Midnight Sparkle. As you can see, my young and incest-loving Queen, and as befits our stature and status as this world’s apex race, dragon drakes produce truly prodigious quantities of very potent seed when we become adults,” he informed her, to which she could only moan softly, still coming off her own orgasmic high as she began to lick her beak clean of dragon spunk, her heaving form still clutching at her sire’s sculpted talons while her hips squeezed his spear, as if to milk it free of every drop of essence his mere statue could not give her.

“Lest you think this is simply some side effect of the hex, it is necessary given our enormous size and the extraordinarily hostile environments of our lands and bodies. It must be this way to ensure the fertilization of as many eggs as possible during our once-a decade rutting seasons, during which time we must conceive an entire new generation at once,” he mused something close to idly, and I found myself shivering again at the ideas of the griffies—and especially Moly herself! —being used as breeding mares for adult dragon drakes.

“I know not whether this old magic cast by the Lunar mistress herself means that griffons can carry dragon eggs, but I look forward to finding out! For if you can, that means that all eaglesses in this room have ALREADY been fertilized! Which in turn means that any further sex is for fun. And in THAT case, on whom shall I spend my vast passions next…?” He made a show of looking around the room, his eyes flitting from Moly to her teenage cubs to her former guards and attendants covered in spunk and entangled with the golden statues.

“Who indeed…” Midnight mused, rubbing her chin in intrigue and glee as Moly improbably climaxed again. She called her sire’s name like she was a young eagless in her first heat; I admit to feeling my lip curl once more into a satisfied smile to see her reduced to this after having insulted me repeatedly while I was Celly’s student—maybe my bad girl days weren’t as far behind me as I thought? “Any preference, Fortrakt Gletscher? You can help him choose if you wish.”

“Ancestors…” he breathed softly to see the scene, humping the gemstone dildo that remained deep within him while stroking himself even more frequently. “How did you do that to the statues?” he suddenly asked her, to which Midnight chuckled.

“As much as I might like to take credit, Fortrakt Gletscher, it was not my doing. Or at least, not directly. With the help of the Dragon Lord’s ejaculate, which is already infused with my aura and catalyzes the process, these statues are simply absorbing the now-ample ambient magic spreading forth from the Hall of Heroes, thus taking the form of their twins in the Gryphon Imperium.” She nodded slowly to herself.

“As to why the effect is limited to them and not, say, the murals on the walls, it is because those statues are so magically malleable and made of the most aura-absorbent materials that they soak up spells like a sponge, even at that distance. I expect they will soon start reradiating that magic as well, altering the throne room further to be a true twin of its Imperium origin. Though I am still considering how best to make use of that, I must give your race this much: despite your casters being relatively few, you have a very strong knowledge of magic and have turned it nicely to your own needs,” he complimented him. “I am greatly impressed and pleased by all I have seen. And thus, my favor falls upon you and your race.”

“Truly remarkable…” the previously silent High Priestess said, leaning forward towards the scene; letting her human breast press into the back of Fortrakt’s flared wing. “I am almost giddy to find that such a sensual reality as the Gryphon Imperium exists, for both I and my race would do very well there. Though I now find myself curious to know what became of me and my kind in that world…” She began to stroke herself at the thought, putting her hand over Fortrakt’s talons to invite him to do the same.

“You can find out for yourself quite easily,” Midnight pointed out with a grin, floating forth the naked singularity in offering. “This shroudless portal has already shown me much, including some very interesting alternate realities and several possible futures to this one—I will be more than happy to show you the remote viewing spell I am using if you wish. In most of those futures, I am triumphant and become the monarch of all magic, ruling both realms as erotic empress and guiding them into a new future where science and magic fuse. But in a few…”

She glanced back at me for a moment with a glower before turning back to the scene in the royal palace. “No matter. Now that I am forewarned, it is of little concern. Whether now or later, I will rule all.”

That made me internally freeze for a moment—had she seen what I was planning and now knew how to block it? And did that mean I had to change plans? Or was there even a point to doing that if she’d already seen all the myriad ways I could attempt to stop her?

And if that meant there was nothing I could do, maybe I should just surrender myself to her…?

And would that be so bad, given all the endless fun it meant and fantasies I could indulge…?

No. I can’t give up now! I reminded myself sharply that there was a good chance that the nature of the singularity and its interaction with her thoughts meant she was seeing what futures she wanted more than the ones likely to be achieved. But with the Harmony magic of AJ and Rainbow still not ripened—how long was it going to take with those two, anyway? —I still couldn’t ascend, so there wasn’t much I could yet do about it except continue to enjoy the show.

Queen Molyneux, however, was not so constrained. Swallowing as much of the dragon cum that still covered her face as she could to clear her airway, she finally pushed back from her father’s sculpture, climbed with some difficulty to her talons by using his paws for leverage and turned to face him despite her stiff wings and still-dripping mammaries, whose incredibly plump and lactating mounds hung almost all the way to the floor.

“By the sacred loins of our most mighty and virile Ancestors and the unmatched strength of our noble race, you will not take this Kingdom without taking me, Dragon Lord!” she announced imperiously, causing her remaining subjects—and even the corrupted mages who had started her subjugation and so happily tentacled her—to drop their jaws open at the show of defiance from where they remained entangled with the statues of griffon rulers past.

A show of defiance which she then doubled down on with her next words. “You seek to subjugate our lands and supplant me as ruler of our race? You will not as long as I draw breath! And if you want an alliance, then it is you who must prove worthy of us!” she announced for the entire city to hear through the various open rifts, earning awestruck expressions of her watching subjects and even a few shocked looks from the dragons who knew how their Lord usually responded to backtalk.

Despite that, he gave her a nod of approval followed by a respectful rumble; a glance into the other portal showed that even Midnight and the High Priestess looked impressed by not just her courage, but her sharp wit and tongue. “I can see why you like your Queen, Fortrakt Gletscher,” the former said as she continued to observe the proceedings while Fortrakt himself watched agape. “She not only champions you and your nation, but is utterly unflinching in its defense, even before a being such as he.”

“She has always been that way. Ancestors, please keep her safe…” He shook even as he licked his lips and stroked himself to the sight of his Queen coated in dragon cum.

“Fear not, young Fortrakt. I have been around his kind often enough to know that he is only testing her. And take it from me that Queen Molyneux is indeed a formidable ruler, young goddess.” Juniper Neptune was nodding slowly to herself. “We met once during a state dinner in Canterlot that coincided with my yearly summit with Celestia. I had not actually planned to meet her then, but upon learning of my presence, she insisted.”

“Oh?” Midnight asked in genuine curiosity. “And how did that go, given I saw from the memories of your prior lives that your predecessor, Juniper Neptune the VIIth, first allied with and then betrayed the Gryphon Empire during their war with Equestria?”

“Despite my expectations, surprisingly well,” the High Priestess answered, keeping a human hand laid on Fortrakt’s shoulders and wingbase, rubbing the area both erotically and reassuringly as he continued to fixedly and quite anxiously watch the proceedings, his jaw agape and breath held.

“She was friendly and announced that she wished to bury that long-ago hatchet, as you humans say. She even expressed an interest in visiting Batican City and touring my temple, witnessing my explorations of the Twisting Nether. I regret that I have not yet taken her up on that. Even more so now, for to see her standing up so directly to a dread Dragon Lord, she is indeed worthy of her throne. And the honor of a visit to my inner sanctum.”

Though he couldn’t hear her, Dragon Lord Vesuvius himself apparently shared her sentiments. “Such strength of spirit. Such dragon-like boasts. You withstood my best efforts to bring you to rapture, and even before that, you took my flame without flinching even as your son and daughter did not. Very well, my young milk-laden monarch. If I cannot take this Kingdom without taking you, then I will be more than happy to do so… after, that is, I claim your offspring as my OWN!”

He then reached out with a pair of massive paws to pluck the sorely pleasured forms of her sixteen-year-old son, Prince Caeruleum Pilae and his twin sister, Princess Malo Persica—I didn’t remember their names until just now, so sue me—right off the statues they were being rutted by.

They squawked in protest, which quickly turned to astonishment and then to trills of fear as they were turned to face Vesuvius himself, who considered them lazily for a moment. The expressions of their avian faces, I have to say, were something to behold as they stared up at him, falling limp and curling their talons inward as griffon cubs sometimes did when they were picked up by their parents.

And then his chest glowed bright as he immolated them again to clean his own cum off them, leaving their fur and feathers dry and unsinged but severely ruffled with wisps of vapor coming off their forms.

“There we are. All clean and ready to be rutted,” he said as he held and gently rubbed one of them in each paw, eliciting a series of cub-like whimpers as they couldn’t help but respond to the stimulation. “No bathing needed for either of you from here on out, except perhaps from my tongue.” Holding them before his maw, he gave each of their trembling forms of slow and languid lick up the front of their bodies, taking pains to touch and taste their swollen sex and spear; balls and boobs in turn.

He did linger on the latter for a moment, encircling and tugging at each of the Princess’s mammaries by pairs. “Mmmm… not as large or as much milk for me as your mother? A pity, but no matter. Your size and production will no doubt increase with time and maturity, and in the meantime, I will be happy to add your son’s cream to my favorite brew of fireflower tea instead,” he suggested as he began to rub the Prince’s shaft with the inside curve of his talon, making him spurt clear fluid even as I couldn’t help but wonder how big a kettle and set of fine China he kept in his den.

You know, my marehood scent is fireflowers… maybe he’d like to lick ME? I suddenly fervently hoped, and I also hope I can be forgiven for desiring him. Being formerly a fire elemental as a unicorn, I still had a fetish for flame, and like I said earlier, dragons were the ultimate embodiment of that.

Well, maybe Kirin too, but they haven’t been seen in ages after the Gryphon Kingdom helped the restive and long-suffering populace of the Kirin Imperium to overthrow it and exile their ruling class.

“By the line of my Ancestors whose statues stand before you, I promise that if you harm them, Dragon Lord…” Molyneux marched up to him, her gold eyes blazing and orange wings flared in strong measures of both arousal and anger.

Vesuvius gave her a wounded look as he sat back to openly fondle her two teenage cubs before her, to which they could only give equal parts keening and fearful trills. “HARM them? Hardly. By bathing them in fire, I just wished to not only clean them but see that glorious look on their face again when I treated them to another taste of my flame,” he explained easily.

“So fear not, my impressively endowed but impotent Queen. I would not wish to break my newest playthings, and I cannot anyway, thanks to our bipedal benefactor over there. Your progeny now belongs to me, my dear Molyneux. As you refused to climax for me, let us see if THEY do!”

“NO!” Molyneux called out as she sensed them all but ready to explode in his grasp. “Hear me, my beloved cubs! For the sake of yourself and your griffon pride, do not orgasm in his embrace! He is unworthy of you as he simply seeks to take instead of earn! He has neither fought a mating round, nor offered anything in exchange except our subjugation! He is an arrogant drake who has no honor, so do not forget yours!”

“A mating round? Really?” Vesuvius mocked her with a lopsided sneer without relenting his efforts, continually rubbing the bodies of the Prince and Princess with his talons. “And just how do you propose I do THAT, feeble but fertile Queen of the Griffons, given our enormous difference in size? And I warned you before not to question my dragon honor. But since you demand they resist their rightful ruler, I will simply make it impossible for them to do so.” He breathed fresh smoke in their face, causing their beaks to gape open and faces to flush further as the aphrodisiac vapors heightened their excitement further.

“Now watch helplessly, unmighty Molyneux, as I addict your hatchlings to my Dragon Lord body and twin drakehoods! And shortly, YOU as well!” Lowering them further down his body, he began to grind their forms against his two organs, one per each, forcing his more tapered but still enormous upper third of his shafts between their legs so it would stimulate their sensitive surfaces further.

“By the Ancestors…” Prince Pilae said weakly as his senses were saturated with smoke and the visibly pulsing drake shaft pressed firmly against his body, which was nearly four times his length. “I’m trying to hold back, m-mother, b-but… I’m so turned on. I need to cum again… need to make him cum…”

“Don’t want to disobey… but by the Ancestors, his spear feels so warm… and so good…” the Princess called out almost forlornly as all four of her teats were pressed into the hot phallic flesh and her sex left a slickened trail over its length. Unable to stop themselves, they both began to grind their bellies back, reaching their legs as far around his organs as they could to stimulate them and provide more friction for themselves.

“No! Listen to me, my beloved cubs! You swore allegiance to our Ancestors while held in their embrace! Do not break that oath!” Moly tried a new tactic.

“Remember the erotic embrace of your forebears! Remember the feel of their sacred spears deep within you! Your bodies belong to them, not him! And if you need additional enticement, know that you may have them, and me all you wish!” She offered herself in his place, rearing up to stand upright and present her enhanced form, hefting and squeezing a single enormous breast with one set of talons to make it squirt several feet in front of her while her other set snaked down between her legs to spread her lips wide.

The untoward display left me wondering if the erotic alternate reality Midnight had tapped was overtaking the griffons in the room. That maybe, just as the statues had been altered to reflect that other dimension, those present were also acquiring the personalities and proclivities of their counterpart selves as well?

Regardless of the answer, she instantly caught the eyes of her offspring; the pair craned their necks to stare down at her, devouring her form and pose. “By our oath to the Ancestors and the erotic Emperors of old…” the Prince murmured as he and his sister suddenly sped up their self-stimulation before closing their eyes and arching their backs to what I can only presume were fantasies of their mother.

“By my mother’s massive mammaries and by the supremely pleasurable spears of my grand and great-grandsire, filling my nest and tail to the brim with their sacred seed…” the Princess added.

And then they came, hard, to the victorious laughter of Vesuvius, with the Prince’s frantically twitching, spurting cock somehow targeting her mother’s body with several streamers that found her face, wings and boobs. A series of squirts from the Princess’s sex and breasts also managed to find Moly’s face, leaving her not disgusted but grinning in victory as she made no immediate effort to clean herself or lick it away.

“And thus is their resistance broken. They are MINE now! Such wondrous magic is this altered hex, wouldn’t you agree, Queen Molyneux? They have betrayed you and your almighty Ancestors, but do not blame or hate them. For in the end, none can resist the twin towers, sensual smoke or pure orgasmic energy of a drake! Your line has fallen to my powerful phalluses. And now, so will YOU!”

But far from defeated, Moly stood taller before him and gave a sneering smile despite being covered in her son’s spunk and daughter’s milk, crossing her forelegs over her feathered chest while licking her face clean with her beak.

“Think again, you idiotic, ill-mannered, obnoxious and unworthy excuse of a Dragon Lord! Do you not see? They didn’t come to sex with you, they came to fantasies of their forebears!” Molyneux told him in triumph, earning a surprised, then angry look. “To thoughts of me, and the spears of our Ancestors within them. So you have not yet conquered them! Or me!”

“Attractive but insolent Queen… you remind me of my last mate for your ability to both entice and infuriate me. I will immensely enjoy supplanting your Ancestors and breaking your will to resist. And when it is over, I will reduce your station from monarch to MILKMAID! You will both carry our eggs AND feed our hatchlings! And provide milk for my morning fireflower tea.”

But Molyneux just laughed. “My milk is for my line alone, more daft than dread Dragon Lord. We will see whose race is superior and whose will to resist is broken! For after fighting alongside us against Diabla long ago, are you truly so stupid as to believe we no longer have any defense against your kind?” she asked him haughtily, crossing her forelegs over her chest exactly as a human would, standing upright like it was nothing.

His eyes narrowing, he stepped forth until his two throbbing phalluses bracketed her, close enough that I’m sure she could feel their heat and get a noseful of their scent. He stretched his neck down to glare at her, still holding the Prince and Princess in his talons. “You talk back to me like another adult dragon who seeks my hoard and crown. Perhaps you wish to challenge me for my throne?” he suggested hopefully, smiling toothfully as the gaps between his enormous dagger-like fangs glowed bright blue..

Though dwarfed by his size, she didn’t flinch from him or the smoke he emitted, staring his mouth full of massive teeth in the face. “I do indeed, Dragon Lord. And when it is over, your clan will become part of my Kingdom! And then your spears and seed will serve us!”

The two then fell into a staredown, and for one of the few times since this whole incredibly adult episode began, the entire schoolyard fell completely silent for several seconds like we were waiting for the start of a duel in those old spaghetti westerns, or ‘Oaters’ as ponies call them—yes, we have that movie genre, too.

In the end, nobody spoke until Applejack did. “Wow. Maybe she’s a mite too mature for me, but reckon I really like that griffie gal,” she said in admiration as she and Rainbow helped the transfixed Paladins to sit up despite their stiff wings. “Listen to all that lip—she doesn’t take crap from anybody! Reckon she and Granny Smith would get along just dandy.”

“You said it, AJ,” Rainbow agreed as the Paladin pair thanked them in Aeric and stepped all the way to the edge of the rift, sitting beside it so they could peer down at their Queen standing up to the enormous invader, slowly pleasuring themselves to the sight as they did so. “Smart, sexy, and sassy? You know, she almost reminds me of…” She blinked and then looked away, her mood suddenly dropping and magic along with it.

“Now, that’s the Moly we know and love…” Celestia added as she lounged back onto the sofa enough to allow all six of the student girls around her to worship her new equine phallus at once with touch and tongue, though they kept their eyes on the scene inside the throne room. “Takes no guff and will stand up for her students—or subjects—to anyone. What do you think, Luna? Maybe we should invite her over during our future student exchange programs?”

“You just want to get your paws on her, sister,” Luna accused teasingly, “Not that I blame you—so do I! By all means, let us meet her! I might prefer males, but her attitude alone has always been immensely attractive to me!”

“Why didn’t I work under her?” Cadance suddenly asked in a forlorn tone despite all the hands on her and student phalluses filling her. “She’s what Cinch should have been!”

“Okay, that’s it! If that’s what their Headmistress is like, I’m transferring to Kingdom Academy first chance I get!” Sunny Flare announced to overhear the conversation, stepping over Sour Sweet’s spread legs to position her sex over her classmate’s thirteen-inch thestralcorn cock. “Helps that she’s so big and booby, too…”

“Not without me you’re not!” Indigo told her as the two seemed to decide at once to straddle the clit and tongue cocks of Sour Sweet. “Sorry, girlfriend, but we’re joined at the hip now since I’m addicted to you!” she announced as she settled herself onto Sour Sweet’s tongue cock facing her , whose eyes went wide not just to see her rear descend but feel the foreign sensations of Indigo’s marehood enveloping her new male equipment.

They automatically faced each other while straddling their still-immobilized classmate, reaching down with their left hands to squeeze and stroke one of her drooling eight-inch dicknipples while their right arms went to the chest of the other girl as they began to make out. “Fine, we can keep fucking but we still aren’t friends! And Sour Sweet comes too since Miss I-Hate-Dicks here now has enough for both of us!”

Unable to speak around the erect shaft that had sprouted from her mouth, Sour Sweet extended her middle fingers from her bound hands even as her body suddenly shuddered and newly imparted bat-wings splayed wide, becoming so painfully taut I was almost afraid she was going to tear their membrane surfaces. Her new equine tail slapped hard at Sunny Flare’s rear, though I wasn’t sure if she did it deliberately or it was just an involuntary response to her latest orgasm.

“She’s… coming… now!” Indigo announced to feel the flood of seed within her, arching her back and squeezing the organ within her hand as the two nipple cocks erupted all over them, showering their face and chest with impressive amounts of what seemed like more milk than cum. It left them both wet and dripping as they rubbed the exotic substance into each other’s skin while beneath them, Sour Sweet could only groan with her latest release, visibly trembling from the intensity of the multi-cock orgasm.

By the time they’d come to, all eyes were on them instead of the scene in the palace, for a good reason.

“Oh, my…” Fluttershy said again, her mouth open. “Sunset, look! They now have…” She suddenly made stroking motions as if at a phantom shaft between her legs.

“Holy crap…” Rainbow agreed, pointing, as even the two Paladins turned to gawk. “Look at them!”

“Whoa! Indy!” Sunny Flare recovered her senses first, gaping at her friend through newly slitted eyes. “You’ve got your own donkey dick now… and wings!” she pointed down at her classmate’s lap where the more tapered thestral version of a pony penis had sprouted, its tip pressing between her boobs.

“Wait… what?” Indigo said in disbelief, glancing down at her lap and then over her shoulder to see the set of bat-wings she’d sprouted as well, finding she could flex and flap them. When she did so, she was surprised to find them pulling her skyward by nearly a foot, almost yanking her right off Sour Sweet’s tongue cock. “And why is everything suddenly so bright?” she further asked as her pupils narrowed to slits.

Their cries of surprise got the immediate attention of the high Priestess, who glanced back and grinned. “Excellent. It is as I hoped, then…” She closed her eyes and smiled in great satisfaction.

“My magic spreads. And my holy race with it. This means I can establish a new Highborne lineage among humans as well as the griffons. And all it requires is for me to rut a few members of each race, who can then spread my sacred seed further, compelled to do so by their never-flaccid phallus.”

“I see,” Midnight said, admiring her for a moment. “I certainly have no objection if that is what you wish, given the great gifts of your race. Then you intend to do the same to the griffons as well?”

“Indeed. My rutting that rude rapist of a girl was immensely enjoyed, but also an experiment. As I wish to re-establish the extinct race of bat-griffons, and better yet, do so under the Highborne banner, I now know that I can. All I require is a worthy griffon to receive my gifts…” As I watched, she squeezed Fortrakt’s shoulder.

“And that is you, young Fortrakt.” She bent over to kiss him on the head, then turned enough for her thestralcorn stallionhood to contact his griffon one. “I find you both intelligent and endearing, as well as honorable and earnest. To say nothing of the fact that your proclivities closely mirror my own,” she teased.

“So I offer you my greatest gift, on the condition that you spread it to others and help me reestablish the lost line of bat-griffons. Be assured that I do not ask you to renounce your loyalty to your Queen, only to help me spread my seed—and my teachings—there. It is the greatest blessing I can offer anycreature. Do you accept, young cub?”

“By the Ancestors…” His eyes flitted all over her, taking in her humanized form. He raised his forelegs to caress her smooth-skinned body, his talons lingering on her wings for a moment before finding and closing on her human breasts. “I want to, but… if I do, may I be with you more than just this once?” he asked her almost forlornly.

“Of course…” Juniper Neptune promised, gently grasping his chin to turn his face towards her. “Lest you fear otherwise, I value all my acolytes and enjoy their company often, both male and female. Indeed, I must in order to get any work done, for I am always aroused! And now, so are they,” she said with a grin and nod over at the three Shadowbolt girls, who were still gaping at their altered forms, feeling up their new wings and organs.

“Hey! Listen, lady, we didn’t ask for this!” Sunny Flare said as she found herself staring down at her own throbbing shaft in disbelief, shuddering as she touched and stroked it for the first time.

“Yeah! And I’m not even into futa! For the record, Upper Crust is right—that’s just totally freaking gay!” Indigo insisted, causing the earlier argument to erupt anew on the Shadowbolt side of the field.

To little surprise, Juniper Neptune was both unimpressed and unsympathetic. “Much as I did not ask to receive my own ‘cock’ upon my ascension, which was part and parcel of being High Priestess, my new Highborne children. And as yours are like my own, they will never fully subside.” She warned them with an evil grin, earning a sputtering sound from the pair, who couldn’t resist the urge to press their new organs together and begin stroking them as one.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, girls. ‘Equine Goth Queen’ magic is one hell of a drug. Just remember to seek help for an erection lasting longer than four thousand hours…” Jet Set suggested with a snicker from where he was still cavorting with the other three Shadowbolt boys.

Both Sunny and Indy shot him a lethal look as the four laughed and high-fived; even Midnight and the High Priestess had to smile at the dig. “I’d drill you with this thing if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it!” Sunny snarled as the pair began to ride Sour Sweet again.

“And I’d let you do it if I didn’t think you would!” He retaliated to laughter from the Shadowbolt side of the field. “Besides, we’re still bigger than you! So eat your heart out, girls!”

Both Indigo and Sunny Flare swore violently as they leaned in close and started making out again, and this time, the heads of their new phalluses quickly started rubbing against each other. Visibly surprised at the sensations, they pressed closer to mash their chests together and the heads of their organs between them, reaching their first male climax in under a minute while spouting various curses and clutching at each other, erupting hard between their mashed boobs before they fell back partially away with flushed and dripping faces.

“Whoa… so that’s what cumming through a cock feels like?” Indigo admitted in grudging amazement, finding her face and chest covered with their mingled spunk. “I think I like it!”

“Great. Now I’m addicted to this thing, too!” Sunny Flare complained even as she rubbed it all into her skin to whistles and laughter.

“Addicted to cocks? Join the club!” Roseluck said, now openly showing herself off for a rift full of glowing and quite hungry thestral eyes on her, arching her back hard to thrust her magic-enhanced mammaries into the air before them.

“Speak for yourself!” Lily Valley replied from where her muzzle was buried beneath Roseluck’s spread legs; somehow the ever-present flower in her mane was the only scrap of clothing that hadn’t fallen off her. “I got all I want or need, right here…”

“Oh, my. I want a ‘cock’ of my own…” Fluttershy told me quietly and reverently. “And I really like those bat wings, too.”

“Bat wings? Whoa, girl! Never thought you’d wanna go all goth on us!” AJ pointed out with a surprised look at Rainbow from either side of the two Paladins, who couldn’t tear their eyes away from the ongoing war of wills they saw before them between their Queen and the Dragon Lord. “Okay, then. Supposin’ you do, what are we supposed to call you—Futashy?”

“Futashy…” Fluttershy began to frantically self-pleasure to the thought. “I really like that.”

“You really do!” I realized in wonder to see her lean back against me with her eyes fixed on the three Shadowbolt girls, rubbing her clit as if trying to get it to grow. And for a moment, I swear it did!

“Ah. I see we have another willing volunteer…” Juniper Neptune recognized with a nod at Fluttershy through the portal. “That could be arranged, young embodiment of kindness. I would not mind at all having an Element Bearer acquiring my gifts.”

Though I started at the realization that by her own words, the High Priestess recognized Fluttershy as one of the human Element Bearers, she turned back to Fortrakt. “But that pleasure can wait. Think carefully, young and noble griffon. Do you accept my gifts, and the equally great responsibility they bring?”

“I do…” he whispered softly, licking at the end of her organ in pure worship. “Make me yours, High Priestess. And then the first ones I will share your gifts with in turn… are them!” he nodded back through the portal at the two Paladins, who exchanged a startled glance and began frantically pleasuring themselves even harder at the though.

“So be it. Then let us begin…” she levitated him off his stone throne and sat down in its place, lowering him onto her. His beak gaped initially to feel himself removed from the dildo that had filled him from nearly the beginning, then even harder to sense the hot phallic flesh of Juniper Neptune’s stallionhood substituted in its place.

She then reached around to rest her soft talons on his balls and base of his shaft, feeding it directly with her magic, causing them to bulge and grow further while he could only trill his pleasure and arch back against her, rubbing his erotically sensitive wingbase into her large breasts.

“That’s it. Accept all of it! Soak up my magic like a sponge, young griffon. For when your Queen finally cums, so will you!” she told him, positioning them to continue watching the ongoing confrontation between Queen Molyneux and Dragon Lord Vesuvius. The latter finally pulled back from Moly after a full minute, finding himself unable to entice her with his two massive cocks and stimulating smoke, or intimidate her with his immense size and searing breath.

“You impress me, Queen Molyneux. You clearly have the heart of a dragon, if not the size of one. Mayhap I misjudged you, for which I apologize. I would gladly make you the head of my new griffon harem and favorite mistress—a lesser post than Queen, perhaps, but one that I promise would be even more rewarding.” He swung his hips to lightly bat at her spread wings with his twin drakehoods, which I’m sure she found very stimulating given how rigid her splayed feathers were, but to which she refused to react.

“The only thing I will find rewarding is you bowing down before me!” she replied easily. “Then and only then will I consent to being sensually serviced by you.”

“By ME? You seem to have an outsized opinion of your influence over me, my future mistress and milkmaid. But since you insist that neither you nor your progeny will submit to me, I will simply have to use more direct methods to make your cubs my personal playthings and bend them more thoroughly to my will…”

Sitting back, he grinned evilly as he raised the two dazed teens hanging limp in his grasp, starting to gently molest and fondle their forms again. He did so by rubbing their wings against his twin phalluses while caressing their teats, tiercelhood and nest with the smooth curve of his thumb talons, causing them to begin gasping and writhing in his grasp.

Sensing their growing receptivity, he puffed even more smoke on them, eliciting freshly flushed faces and a fiercely throbbing spear that the Prince thrust helplessly up into the Lord’s thumb talon, while the Princess could only push her belly and nest harder against his digits.

Despite their reaction, Molyneux himself seemed unconcerned. “If the definition of insanity is to do the same thing while expecting a different result, then you are clearly crazy, so-called Dragon Lord!” she mocked him, to which he only lightly rumbled.

“Deliciously insulting and desirable though you are, I couldn’t agree more, young Queen. So I will not.” And this time, instead of simply rubbing her cubs directly against his enormous expanse of phallic flesh, he shifted his grip slightly to trap their legs against their bellies and present their rears. That accomplished, he sat back to position their exposed tails over the narrow ends of the two organs, causing their eyes to snap open and gape down their bodies to see themselves poised to be claimed by his dual drakehoods.

“You wouldn’t…” Even Moly sounded shocked.

“As I am assured that I cannot hurt them, I most certainly would. For if I cannot bring them to rapture or erase their attraction to their Ancestors any other way, then I will simply rut them—and then YOU! And once I do, NOTHING will satisfy you or your brood but thoughts of my enormous meat and massive amounts of dragon seed within them…” he announced gleefully as he began gently but insistently pushing the two down onto his tapered tips, pausing only long enough for a gallon or two of his steaming pre to infused their already loosened openings further.

The pair called to their Ancestors again and mother to protect them as his narrowed tips parted their sphincters with surprising ease, steadily widening as they worked their way inside. Both cubs squirted or even spurted out their freshly bulging cock and breasts at the enormous intrusion, with their fluids unerringly finding the wings, face and belly boobs of their still-standing mother again.

Moly could only watch helplessly as her cubs were made to take the entire end of both organs, whose flared head finally slipped all the way inside them with an audible slurping sound that left their abdomens distended but unharmed. The outline of the Dragon Lord’s scaled cocktip was clearly visible within their bellies as the pair reached out to grasp each other’s talons, holding onto each other for dear life even as they writhed in pure pleasure, already apologizing to their mother and Ancestors for their intense and irresistible rapture that was swiftly driving them to orgasm.

One that would claim them, body and soul, for the Dragon Lord.

“So deliciously tight… a surprisingly perfect fit for my phalluses! And yet, this is just the start… so shall we see how much more of my meat your progeny can take, my Queen?” he suggested as he began to move them up and down on his organ, slowly sinking them further upon it with each of the latter movements he made. “And don’t worry. After I’m done with them, YOU will be next!”