Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

Well, it looks like I’m busted. And honestly? I couldn’t be more relieved.

I accidentally left my latest writings up on Googly Docs without locking the screen while we were getting ready for band practice. I stepped out to use the facilities and AJ stumbled on them, showing them to my friends and demanding an explanation.

I initially tried to pass it off as bad fanfiction or fantasy, but you can’t fool AJ. She told me that I wasn’t being honest with them about why their memories had been wiped after the Friendship Games. Especially since they’d all been having weird and increasingly persistent dreams of being dickgirls and screwing everything from dragons to an animal version of their ex-girlfriend.

It was a little hard to deny it, especially when… Well, to make a long story short, we got hard and rediscovered our futahoods when we started playing music a couple days ago. I thought I’d taken care of all that as Daydream, and yet, the pony-up effect caused them to grow again, ripping right through our skirts and shorts.

You know, keeping them in our clothes is going to be tricky if we pop stallion boners every time we play music in front of folks! Especially Fluttershy, since she turned out to be the biggest of all of us to Pinkie’s jealousy and Rainbow Dash’s disgust.

We’re already teasing her by calling her ‘Futashy’, just like was suggested at the Games, and she doesn’t seem to mind one bit. At least we can joke about it, even if it’s no laughing matter. I’m now having to split my time between my studies, our band practicing, and researching this new effect to figure out if it can be suppressed when we don’t want it to show.

So far? Well, the least I can say is, thank Celly’s sun we don’t have it all the time. It only seems to emerge when we’re excited or when we pony up, which now feels a lot more sexual than it did before. The problem is, getting excited seems to be happening a lot more readily of late.

Here’s hoping we can figure it out before we give ourselves away. I’m also hoping that the only reason my friends seem to be recovering their memories is because of their internal magic that comes with their status as human Element Bearers. If the rest of the school, or worse, our principals and the Shadowbolt students start to recall it, then… Well, things get tricky and potentially quite messy quickly. And no, not in a good way, Pinkie Pie! Or at least, not entirely.

So yeah, they’re now following my writing and leaving comments on the doc. They insisted, and how could I say no, since I’m immensely enjoying their feedback and it’s helping to jog their memories further? Pinkie wants to hear more about her time with the dragons while Fluttershy is especially enamored of the impala, but Rainbow is impatient for Gilda to arrive and Rarity is wondering if she could use the portal to return to the dragon lands.

And AJ? Aside from seeing how she met her coming Saddle Arabian paramour, she just wants to see how Midnight got revenge on Lemon Zest since she can’t seem to recall it no matter how hard she racks her brain. Rainbow can’t either, which isn’t surprising, given they were both a bit… distracted at that point. Regardless, she’s promising all of us that if Midnight didn’t punish her properly, she’ll “march on down to Crystal Prep and sock that Lemon girl square in the jaw!”

Fertile Fields: Damn straight I will! And no, I ain’t gonna apologize for swearing, Rares. Ain’t wrong if it’s honest and well-earned cussin’!

Crystal Queen: Hmph! Such a terrible example you set for Apple Bloom with your less than silken tongue, darling.

Fertile Fields: Oh, get off your high horse, filly. You seriously think she ain’t heard it all before? You oughta hear Granny Smith swearing up a blue streak sometime. Don’t let her Sweet Granny Goodness routine fool you—when she gets mad, she can out-cuss all of us combined!

Sugar High: Oooooo… really? Hey AJ, can I come over this weekend? I wanna hear her go at it! There’s nothing more fun than hearing grown-ups throw around a bunch of four-letter words!

Hyperdash: You’ve got a real weird idea of fun, Pinkie. And AJ ain’t lying, Rarity! I’ve been there when Granny gets pissed and trust me, she could make a drill sergeant blush. As for Lemon Zest, I’m with Applejack here. For as abusive and over-the-top as she was, Midnight better have punished her good and hard. Because if she didn’t, I’m heading over to Crystal Prep with AJ to do it PROPERLY!

And now we’re arguing in the Googly Docs comments using our personal accounts when we login from home—at least, when they’re not reading over my shoulder as I write, like now, as I pick this up the next day. I guess I’ll include any interesting comment chains in the main story since they provide a little additional context.

As for Lemon Zest, I don’t doubt AJ and Dashie mean it, but I’m also pretty sure that once they see what happened to her, they won’t do it. And don’t make that face at me, Rainbow. I promise that Zesty got hers in a very poetic and oddly appropriate way.

So to anyone reading this—and I still don’t ever plan to release it to the general public, despite Pinkie’s insistence that I do so—you might not only see some asides like that, but my friends contributing their own sections if they remember more.

If nothing else, we’ve agreed that this story needs to be told, if only for our own sakes and sanity as we try to figure out how to deal with our new equipment and urges. And besides, they see how turned on it makes me—and increasingly, them too! Our sleepovers and practices are starting to get a bit awkward…

So where was I in the story? Uh, thanks, Fluttershy, but I didn’t need to be reminded that I was about to watch Moly’s cubs get boned by an enormous adult dragon.

And no, Pinkie, I really don’t think it would be a good idea to bring that Dragon Lord through the portal so he can do it to certain students here! Yes, even if Trixie and her bandmates are as annoying and insulting as ever. Besides, I don’t think he’d fit through it, and even if he could, dragons like Twilight’s scribe Spike turn into dogs, right? So what would he become?

Sugar High: Oh! OH! I know! A giant double-dicked wolf rampaging through the city and creaming all over everything before ripping the roof off of CHS and stuffing his cocks inside of Trixie and her band! Wow, that would be SO cool!

Crystal Queen: Gah! PINKIE!!!!

Fertile Fields: Okay, that’s it. No more Japanese Dogzilla movies for you, filly!

Sugar High: Spoilsport!

Hyperdash: Ugh! Now she’s got ME visualizing it! Just so long as he hits Crystal Prep first…

Daydream: I don’t have to visualize it. I pretty much already saw it, as you’ll shortly see!

Sugar High: YAY! I can’t wait!

Hyperdash: You know, sometimes, you really worry me, Pinkie. But for as much as I detest Trixie, damned if I don’t like the idea, too!

So there I was, sitting with Fluttershy naked on a bench, staring through a portal right into Queen Moly’s cavernous throne room. And since AJ just asked, no, I don’t think Moly and her court could see us. That portal seemed to be one way, and strictly for my benefit.

How can I be sure, Rarity? Because like I said earlier, Moly knew me as a pony and didn’t like me at all. Even Ember eventually recognized me in my human form, so for as dangerously sharp and aware as she’s always been, you can bet Moly would have too, regardless of if she was being screwed by her own subjects or was fighting the Dragon Lord. In fact, she finally did, when—oops, I’m getting ahead of myself.

But if she actually did see me at that point? Then I can pretty much promise that she would have had something not very nice to say, even if she was in the middle of sex. Probably several somethings, in fact, for as arrogant and rude as I was around her back in the day.

If I ever go back across the portal, I’ll have to find her and apologize for how I acted when I was Celly’s student—if she’ll allow an audience with me, anyway, given she won’t remember seeing me as Daydream. Even if she does, it’s going to be really hard to see her the same way after this!

Yes, with emphasis on ‘hard’, Rainbow. Sheesh, we’ve only rediscovered our futahoods in the past couple days, and the innuendoes are already flying fast and furious.

Hyperdash: Yeah, and YOU’VE been tossing them around most of all, Sunny!

Fertile Fields: Reckon she’s got ya there, filly!

Yeah, I guess so—It’s just been too fertile a ground for jokes, and I have to admit, I’m with Fluttershy—I really like my new equine cock, which would put even the best-endowed boys back home to shame.

Now if there’s nothing more from the peanut gallery, may I continue? You guys wanted to know how this whole griffon scene ended and how Moly turned the tables on Dragon Lord Vesusivus and his entire clan, right? Thank you.

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I can’t imagine what was going through Queen Molyneux’s head at that point, seeing her two oldest cubs Marcus and Malia impossibly claimed by the Dragon Lord who had invaded her home. To recap, he had done so on the invitation of Midnight as her mating madness spread throughout the Gryphon Kingdom’s capital city, overcoming even her well-protected throne room under the guidance of the young griffon named Fortrakt Gletscher.

But claim them he did, pushing them down right onto the tips of his organs without injury. It was quite a sight and turn-on, I have to admit, seeing them pried open like that and that massive bulge from the flared tip of his organs moving slowly up their bellies.

As well as watching Moly’s reaction to see her son and daughter sensually stolen from her. Maybe there’s still some of the old me around, but after getting dressed down by her repeatedly back in the day, I admit I was taking great glee in seeing her helpless to prevent it.

And so did Vesuvius, for that matter, who I had never met—Ember and the rest belong to a different clan with a different dragon lord before anybody asks. “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?” the cobalt-scaled drake suggested as he began to move her cubs up and down on the tops of his twelve-foot organs, slowly sinking them further upon them with each of the latter movements he made.

His actions elicited squawks of surprise and pleasure from each as their nest and spear—yes, those are the terms the griffies use for them, Rainbow, so kindly save the jokes for seeing Gilda again—“And don’t worry, my dear defrocked Queen. After I’m done with them, YOU will be next!”

“How dare you…” If it had been anyone but Moly, I would have chalked it up to bravado as she stalked right up to him and addressed him like one of her subjects who had angered her. “By my order, release my cubs this instant, or face the consequences, you dishonorable excuse of a drake!”

“By YOUR order?” Vesuvius gave a hearty laugh that caused the air itself to vibrate and sent more of his bluish smoke into the air, sitting up to display her two offspring now impaled on the tips of his twin phalluses before her, withdrawing his talons to let them bob freely on their ends. Some of his vapors even wafted through the portal Fluttershy and I were watching through, so apparently it wasn’t just an interdimensional TV screen—it was an actual rift even if they couldn’t see through it.

They made me as dizzy and full of fresh desire as that one time I accidentally walked in on Fluttershy and Tree Hugger doing… I don’t think I want to know. No, please don’t tell me, Flutters—I mean it; I don’t want to know!

The point is that dragon vapors are intoxicating, and if they happen to be emitted during their mating seasons… well, the griffons outlawed smoking it through hookahs for a good reason. And no, Pinkie, I’m not going to tell you how to get hold of some to infuse into your party smoke machines or your super-special party punch!

Vesuvius sat back and lewdly lowered his snout towards the Prince and Princess who were trying valiantly not to climax from both the feel of the massive drake phallus within them and the tongue shortly bathing each of them. The latter took pains to encircle Malia’s nest and teats along with Marcus’ spear and sac, squeezing and tugging at each in turn.

Hyperdash: Seriously? Why not just call them tits & pussy and cock & balls like everyone else?

Daydream: Yes, seriously. This story takes place in Tellus, so I’m using Tellusian and especially griffon terms. Deal, filly.

Fluttershine: Oh. I kind of like them, actually. I think they’re better than ours.

Daydream: Thanks, Fluttershy. Yeah, I think they’re better, too.

Regardless, they both cried out and spurted briefly, their seed and milk automatically finding their mother’s face again, who simply licked her chin and cheeks clean of it while still staring up angrily at the enormous Dragon Lord. “Ah… much better. And how do you plan to enforce your edict, my wonderfully erotic and enticing eagless? Your younglings are almost mine. Their will to resist falters as we speak. They fight desperately to not reach rapture but in the end, they will fall to my almighty draconic drakehoods. As will you!”

But once again, Moly was unimpressed, rearing up to her full height again to display herself openly, crossing her forelegs over her belly boobs. “You think far too highly of your own fertility! Now for the sake of your sire and the honor of your line, continue to fight him, my beloved cubs! And last chance, my overconfident but underwhelming Dragon Lord. Release them at once, or face the wrath of not just me, but the entire Gryphon race!”

[No, that’s not a typo, Rarity. I don’t care what Googly Docs or Grammarist says. That’s the ye olde spelling of griffon the Queen uses, especially when she’s issuing formal proclamations.]

“Ancestors preserve us…” I heard the shaky voice of Fortrakt Gletscher from where he sat on the lap of the humanized Juniper Neptune a couple portals over, slowly sinking deeper onto her. “I blame myself for this. And for as much as I’m enjoying you, High Priestess, I can’t concentrate enough to help her!” He reached out forlornly for the Queen that he feared he himself had put in danger through his own teenage fantasies made real.

“That poor birdie boy…” Fluttershy clutched me again; I think she was really having a hard time seeing all these exotic races as any more than animals. “I wish I could help him. And if it would turn me into a bat, I wish I could be there in his place. I do love them so.”

Her remark earned another interested gaze from Juniper Neptune, who glanced over her shoulder through the portal into the Hall of Heroes to look directly at her.

“I made the offer already, but I will do so again: If you wish to receive the gifts of my race, I would be more than willing to oblige you, my dear human Element of Kindness. And fear not, my young and virile soon-to-be bat griffon,” the High Priestess reassured him with a glance and wink at Fluttershy. Her hands found and fondled Fortrakt’s flight muscles as she took him slowly, visibly savoring his young catbird body and no-longer-virgin tail.

“Take it from me that you do not give Queen Molyneux—or your very race—enough credit. I know your Queen well enough to realize that she never makes idle threats. She truly does not fear the Dragon Lord and already plots his defeat. She is your ruler for a reason, so let us see what she does…” she whispered silkenly to him, causing him to clutch her human hands to him, seeking solace in her embrace.

I knew Junie was right and couldn’t help but feel disappointed in advance, still wanting to see Moly laid low. I remember wondering then what he—or she—saw in Moly, not quite wanting to let go of my dislike of her for how sharply she’d dressed me down during my visit there. It was my fault for being my former manipulative and arrogant self, but still…

FertileFields: Yeah, well, now you get why it was so hard for other students to let go of their dislike of YOU, Sunny-D!

Daydream: Point taken. But do you HAVE to use that nickname for me, AJ?

Fertile Fields: And just what’s wrong with it? It’s a drink I like and it references both your regular and goddess names!

Hyperdash: I’m with AJ on this one. And besides, you chose ‘Daydream’ as your new handle, so you ain’t one to talk, Sunny-D!

Daydream: Suit yourself, ‘Piggly-Wiggly’. And you too, ‘My Little Dashie’! 😉

Fertile Fields: Okay, now THAT’s hitting below the belt!

Hyperdash: Yeah, yeah. You just HAD to be around the one time my mother called me that…

“Got that right about not fearing him…” Celestia trailed off with a groan, lying back on the couch as no less than three newly buxom female students pressed their breasts into her new stallion phallus and laid a fresh line of worshiping kisses on its entire length. “Our Moly isn’t afraid of anything.”

“Too true, sister!” Luna concurred with a moan of her own as she did the same with the male students, who hotdogged her with their rears, lubing her shaft with the clear fluid its equine head was now oozing continuously. “I can vividly recall how she backed Dean Sombra down when he got angry at Principal Cinch for rejecting his recommendations over our joint awards program.”

“She did?” Cadance asked from where she remained the center of attention of half a dozen students who openly availed themselves of her bared and buxom body. “How? He even scares me when he gets mad!”

“I’m not sure, Caddy, but he seems to like that she’ll stand up to him,” Celly said wistfully.

“With respect, sister, I think it’s more that she’ll lie down forhim!” Luna corrected as she fountained high into the air again. “By the Black Axe of Nightmare Moon… this equine organ feels so good… thank you, Midnight Sparkle!” she called over, not noticing her sister giving her a surprised, then warning look.

Hyperdash: By the Black Axe of…? Whoa. Was our buttoned-up and introverted Vice-Principal once a heavy metalhead fan of the righteous rocker known only as Nightmare Moon?

Fertile Fields: Well, why not? Everybody’s young once. Reckon we’ll have our own misspent youth before all is said and done. For as much as I loved Moonie’s music, it makes me respect Luna even more.

Crystal Queen: Speak for yourself, darling. I cannot even begin to fathom what you see in such horrid noise! And besides, her rival Daybreaker had FAR better vocals and chord progressions!

FertileFields: Say what now? You like Daybreaker better? I’m sorry, Rarity. I thought you were supposed to be all about having GOOD taste?

Sugar High: Oooo… my sister Limestone LOVES their music! And wow, I knew Lulu was cool, but not THAT cool! Don’t you agree, Sunset?

Daydream: Uh… sure, girls. And yeah, I figured out that she and Celly were really into that stuff years ago after I spotted them in old concert footage. How do you think I blackmailed them into giving me free rein over the school? Well, that, and getting a couple students to seduce them while I secretly took pictures.

And before you ask to see them, I don’t have them anymore. You’ll understand that I destroyed all my remaining extortion material after that whole Anon-A-Miss debacle during last year’s holidays. I didn’t want them to get stolen, too.

Fertile Fields: Good call. And I’d just like to say again that I’m really sorry for ever doubting you, filly. You didn’t deserve any of that shunning we gave you.

Hyperdash: Seconded.

Sugar High: Thirded! *GROUP HUG*

Daydream: Thanks, gang. But you’ll all forgive me if I’d like to move on to more recent and much more pleasant memories…

“You’re quite welcome, Vice-Principal,” an unperturbed Midnight said with a bow of her head that turned into a knowing grin. “You and your sister more than earned it. Though if I might offer some advice, I’d be a bit more mindful of what you say.” She winked at them like she knew their secret, giving them both visible pause. And I don’t doubt that she did, having already demonstrated repeatedly how readily she could read minds.

Or had she learned from a glance inside the naked singularity to see pasts and deepest desires instead? Damn, for all it could do and tell you, I think I could understand at that moment just why the High Priestess wanted it so badly.

“She’s right, Luna. Please watch what you say. I wouldn’t want our students to start seeing us any differently, after all,” Celestia said as two new girls joined in and started bathing her new balls, holding one of them up like a softball in a sack to allow another to tongue her clit.

“You’re right, sister. I apologize for my slip of the tongue. But as I said, this new phallus feels so fine and fertile…” she reached down to cup her own grapefruit-sized testicles to present to the half-dozen boys, who immediately began worshiping them with touch and tongue as well.

“I’m jealous now, but not for that. I mean, what does Principal Molyneux have that I don’t? I’d lie down for Dean Sombra,” Dean Cadance said from behind them almost forlornly despite all the hands on her. For the first time, I noticed that she was being eyed hungrily by what appeared to be a dozen Changelings courtesy of a portal that had been opened directly into their hive; I could only pray that wasn’t the hive of Queen Chrysalis or things could reach an entirely new level of insane. “But even though he helped train me, he barely notices me!”

It took Celestia a moment before she could answer, taking time to drink in all the attention. “Like I said, it’s nothing personal, Caddy. He prefers peers, and you technically aren’t—by which I mean that you aren’t a school head like him, remember?

“But the real point is that he likes ladies that stand up to him, and he tends to be a one-girl guy. Much as Luna and I might like differently, Moly feels the same way and is loyal to him, so they’re a perfect match,” Celestia explained, now lounging out like a Romane god of old with her body being worshiped by mere mortals; I swore that all she needed was some form of floral crown on her head and a big jug of wine in her hand to complete the picture.

“I can respect that. Still, it seems like such a waste…” Cherilee called over from the next balcony, where her rear was being stuffed by multiple projected zebra phalluses along with Zecora’s, who made out with her as she remained magically suspended in the air with their over-endowed breasts mashed together and two cock constructs—fine, Rainbow, I’ll use the human term for the alliteration alone—sticking up between them for the pair to orally pleasure. Which they did with gusto while still holding and caressing each other in midair.

It was all happening courtesy of the female impala across the portal, though the male ones continued to focus the bulk of their efforts on Big Macintosh. “Don’t you agree, Zecora?”

“Indeed I do, my buxom friends. But perhaps he might want her, if to Crystal Prep Principal, she ascends?” You know, I actually think Zecora slipped up there with her rhyme, given ‘friends’ should have been singular—unless she was addressing Miss Cherilee’s boobs? Or Cherilee and our two Principals together…

“Principal? You know, you might be onto something, Ms. Zecora,” Celestia said as her balls contracted back into her body and she soon erupted great gouts of cream all over Cadance and her students, followed shortly by Luna. I’m pretty sure they didn’t do it deliberately since they couldn’t see her behind them, but Midnight’s probability altering power pulled it off again, coating Caddy and all her lovers with cum to the point they were dripping with it.

Not even noticing, Celly had to wait until her climax was concluded before elaborating. “By my old archtop, I do believe I’m going to recommend to Superintendent Faust that Principal Cinch be removed from her post for severe misconduct. I’m sure Dean Sombra would then be more than happy to recommend you as her replacement, Caddy?”

Hyperdash: Wait… archtop? That’s slang for a certain kind of Jazz guitar. So she once played, too?

Daydream: … It is? I had no idea. Jazz, huh? Would never have guessed.

Fertile Fields: Me neither. Never known them to play any instrument at all, but for as doughty as they dress, I’d have pegged them as old pop lovers if anything.

Sugar High: Oh, they’re LOVERS all right!

Fertile Fields: Yeah, well, reckon that was the worst kept secret in the school even before all this happened, Pinkie. Now back to the story! Have to admit, I’m kind of enjoying this, but I wanna hear more about Big Mac now!

Fluttershine: Oh, um. Me too. You know, if that’s okay?

Daydream: Don’t worry, Flutters and AJ. I’ll get back to him in a minute! But first let me finish off what happened with Caddy, there. And also touch on some of our other Crystal Prep friends who haven’t been heard from in a bit.

Cadance perked up instantly when Celestia suggested that she could be Cinch’s replacement, with it left unstated that she might then be able to enjoy the perks of her position. “You… you mean it…?” she began to sensually squirm as her boobs bulged bigger, and I wasn’t immediately sure if it was due to that or the magically-charged cum now covering her.

“I really do, Caddy. I daresay you earned it just for surviving under her for this long…” she said as her new organ only briefly softened before surging back to full attention again. “What do you say, Luna?”

“I say that once Dean Sombra receives our report, he will likely march down to Superintendent Faust’s office and demand that Abacus Cinch be removed from her post immediately!” Lulu said, automatically rearranging herself on the couch with Celly to mash their blue-and-white balls together and point their new stallionhoods straight up, inviting both sets of students to press and stroke them together with boobs and butts. “If he doesn’t go to Crystal Prep and bodily throw her out of the building himself, that is…”

“Okay, now that I would pay good money to see!” Indigo shouted from where she was still servicing Sour Sweet’s many thestral stallionhoods along with Sunny Flare. They seemed to be getting more used to their new anatomy by then, using their not-as-stiff wings—like dragon ones, bat-wings remained at least somewhat flightworthy—to hover over her boobs to take her dicknipples, floating right over them before settling back down facing each other to make out again. “Don’t you agree, Sunny?”

“Yeah…” she said with a lustful growl while pawing at her formal rival’s wingbase and membrane surfaces; they’d learned quickly by then that they were sensually sensitive. “In fact, let’s sell tickets! I’m sure the whole damned school would want to come see it!”

“I know I would. Hey, I can set ticket sales up on my laptop!” Pokey Pierce offered from where he was still cavorting with the other Shadowbolt boys. “But where does the money go?”

“How about for intensive therapy? Because we’re all going to need it after this!” Upper Crust shouted from where she was still secured against the far wall, her eight-boobed doppelganger in a Saddle Arabian servant quarters being endlessly milked and molested by an entire extended family of Abyssinians.

Though I couldn’t see directly what was happening to her counterpart, their efforts against her magically connected construct continued to result in the same being visited on Upper Crust directly; I could still see impressions of feline paws and mouths against her breasts and teats as they continued to suckle her. And screw her as they took turns taking her marehood with their enlarged but still-tapered organs.

“Speak for yourself!” an unsympathetic Jet Set shouted at her. “This is the most fun I’ve ever had. These guys are certainly a lot more fun than you!”

Upper Crust couldn’t reply because she climaxed again just then with a loud cry as her eight erect teats started spurting milk again in front of her, causing her to slump where she stood—or at least, as far as her magical restraints allowed. “I hate that I’m starting to enjoy this…” she all but whimpered, to which Jet Set and the other boys whistled and laughed.

Fertile Fields: No sympathy from me, either! For as bad as she treated him, like a freaking possession without ever putting out? Perfectly suitable punishment, if you ask me.

Fluttershine: I don’t want to hate anyone, but it’s hard for me to feel sorry for her, too. I mean, who doesn’t like cats? I would love to nurse and nest with all of them like she was!

Crystal Queen: Though I don’t think I would wish to wet nurse them, anyone who doesn’t like cats is NO friend of mine! And I promise that Opalescence would want nothing to do with you, either!

Hyperdash: And ME! Frigid AND snobby to the max? Of all the Crystal Prep girls, she’s second only to Lemon Zest and Fleur de Lis in how much I despise her. Oh, and by the way, Sunny, what’s going on with Fleur at this point? You haven’t mentioned her much and I can’t seem to remember what happened after her initial punishment.

Daydream: Funny you should ask, because I was just getting to her. Haven’t forgotten about Big Mac either, AJ! Just give me a minute here…

“I’m not…” a new voice was heard off to the side, and it took me a moment to recognize that it was in fact Fleur. She had settled in surprisingly well to her own gangbang, now accepting every set of stallion orbs and shafts offered her.

“I didn’t know sex was like this… could be like this!” she said as she was held up by all four senior students belonging to the Blackbird metalworking club, her slit and sphincter being stretched by two enormous equine organs each. “I love this! You all make me feel like a goddess! Hey, Dean Cadance? I’m transferring to CHS next week! And you four promise to let me join your club?”

“Of course!” they all said in unison as they synchronized their thrusts into her, slapping balls together beneath her propped up body, which she arched back to bare her naked, perfect breasts to the storm-tossed sky as if in offering.

“If you really want to? Then I won’t stop you, Fleur. It sounds like it would do you some good. Any objection, Celestia or Luna?” Cadance then asked, looking and sounding very close to orgasm again.

“None whatsoever…” they muttered distractedly as their now well-mingled group of male and female students began availing themselves of their adult bodies freely; they leaned back over the arm rests to accept a pair of student shafts in their mouths—they were at the perfect height—while others settled in to take their teats while hotdogging the base of their shafts. The rest of their length was attended by the girls of the group. “Welcome to CHS, Miss De Lis. I invite you to my office later before Crystal Prep leaves, so we can introduce ourselves and get to know you properly.”

“I’ll be there…” Fleur said dreamily. “But can I get a tour of the metalworking shop these guys use, too?”

“Oh! I volunteer to give her one, Principal Celestia!” Pinkie suddenly called out from the dragon side of the portal. “I’ll even start teaching her! I can’t wait to see her covered in soot!”

Fertile Fields: Well, now. So after all that insanity, it turns out that one of the C-P students DID change!

Hyperdash: Whoa. Have to admit, I’m surprised—I mean, Fleur’s about the last of the Shadowbolt girls I thought would give up her prissy personality.

Crystal Queen: Now, now, that’s not entirely fair, girls. Did we not get changed by all this? And I don’t just mean physically. I mean, look at Sunset!

Daydream: Thanks, Rarity. But despite my alias and for as much as I may wish otherwise, I’m no longer Daydream any more than Twilight is Midnight. Now back to the story. You wanted to hear about Big Mac, AJ? Here you go!

Fertile Fields: Whoa, nellie. I’m getting hard just waiting for you to write it!

“Well, we usually let Sunset Shimmer give the new student tours…” Celestia mused. “Do you mind if Pinkie does it instead, Sunset?” she called down to me.

“Huh? Oh. Not at all…” I just managed to reply, finding myself distracted again, this time by the sight of Big Mac being the center of attention of an increasing number of male mating auras and various anatomical constructs, ranging from their long but narrower impala phalluses with slightly flared heads to projections of rear ends for him to rim. “She’s all yours, Pinkie.”

“Yay!” she shouted, but I barely heard her, watching as AJ’s older brother was turned into a gay tuck toy for what looked like every impala in Neighrobi.

He had learned well by then that impala bucks preferred guys, and especially enjoyed tucking exotic tail like his. It was a lesson being vividly illustrated given he was now jacked up on no less than three of their antelope organs, who I could sense were using malleability magic on his well-stretched-and-lubed sphincter to further boost the effects of Midnight’s mating aura.

Their spellwork allowed him to take—and enjoy—a truly massive amount of meat even as others were pressed into his hands and even rubbed against his feet. “She’ll need a ride from Crystal Prep, though. Since you’ll be over there anyway to help out with tomorrow’s girls’ soccer match between our schools, would you be willing to pick her up, Big Macintosh?” Cadance called over to him.

“EEYUUP!” he said in an unmuffled voice as he came hard into a virtual see-through muzzle wrapped around his organ even as one of the three came inside his rear, only to be quickly replaced by another. Despite that and his panting into a pair of virtual buck balls smooshed hard into his cheeks—fine, Rainbow, I’ll use the human term again since it rolls off the tongue here—he managed to call over to AJ.

“Hey, sis! If ya like big dicks, feel free to mosey on over here. Reckon these boys got plenty to spare, and I hate not to share!” he said as two virtual impala muzzles suddenly appeared in front of him and locked onto his visibly hard nipples, tugging at them—I assume they were male from their more chiseled appearance; it’s hard to tell when all you can see is part of a translucent jawline! —while still others began nibbling at his ears.

They were starting to experiment on him a bit, too, casting various enhancement spells and other incantations on him to give a second set of cock and balls directly above his first. It all happened as AJ looked over at him and grinned, pawing at herself repeatedly while she stared fixedly at him. “Appreciate the offer, big bro. I admit I’m having a grand ‘ol time watching you, but reckon I’m gonna pass.”

SugarHigh: Aw… why’d you pass on it, AJ? I couldn’t see much of him from the other side of the dragon portal, but it looked like he was having LOTS of fun!

Crystal Queen: Applejack? Are you there, darling? Sunset finished writing that passage fifteen minutes ago, but you have yet to comment or reply to Pinkie’s question?

FertileFields: Yeah, sorry about that, Rarity. I had to, uh, take care of something there and then clean up after—lord, that scene was hotter than Granny’s prize-winning chicken and sausage chili! Sure gonna be hard seeing Big Mac the same after that!

Daydream: Yeah, you said it, AJ. For as much as I like seeing boys go at it, it was all I could do to finish writing that scene without cumming all over myself! Glad you enjoyed it.

Fluttershine: I did, too. I really liked your brother before, Applejack, but even better now. He was such a gentleman to accommodate all those impala!

Fertile Fields: I, uh, guess that’s one word for it, Flutters! And as to why I turned him down, the memory’s still a bit hazy, but from what I recollect? It just didn’t feel right to me—like I’d be taking away from his fun, and worse, I was going to miss out on something better if I did. Which is exactly what happened! For both me and you, Dash…

Hyperdash: Got THAT right!

Fluttershine: Oh. Um… I would have happily gone to him if Sunset didn’t need me. I would have loved to have given Big Mac and the other bucks a boob job, but that’s okay. I was really enjoying watching what happened to Fortrakt. And the whole scene in the throne room, too.

FertileFields: Whoa, nellie! Who knew that you ain’t so sweet-and-innocent after all, girl?

Daydream: I definitely do! But getting back to the story…

While all this had been going on, the standoff between Queen Molyneux and Dragon Lord Vesuvius continued with the latter trying to blow the minds and break the will of Moly’s two oldest cubs. Yes, oldest, Pinkie—I forget how many she has, but six or eight at least. Griffon eaglesses almost always birth two babies at once, for the record.

“I will face the ‘wrath of your race’, feeble but fertile Queen? An impotent threat from an anything but impotent eagless,” Vesuvius said as he continued to use her offspring as living condoms, causing them to cry out repeatedly as they hung on to their sanity and rapidly fraying loyalty to their line with everything they had.

But that love for their mother and ancestors were being gradually ground down as they continued to impossibly take more of their new Dragon Lord. At least two feet of his tapered meat were now somehow sunk within them, causing Marcus to repeatedly spurt with each additional downward push on his shoulders while Melina squirted fresh milk and nectar everywhere, the pair slowly losing the battle to not be overcome.

I admit, just like Fortrakt earlier, I was rooting for their will to crumble completely, wanting to see them helpless to stop their own subjugation. And in this instance, it wasn’t entirely because I didn’t like Moly. I barely knew her cubs, having only met them in passing at a state dinner during my one visit as Celly’s student, so I can’t say I had anything against them other than that they were hers.

No, just like before, I really wanted to see the griffies—and her cubs by proxy—sexually submitted and turned into tuck-toys by the dragons. Yes, that’s another Tellusian term for rutting, Rainbow. And no, I’m not going to use the human one in this story except when quoting someone directly, because I don’t want Rarity yelling at me!

For his part, Vesuvius made a show of presenting Moly’s offspring to her, letting them hover over her head just out of reach since stiff wings, rigid wings and big breasts meant neither she nor her soldiers could fly. Or even jump that high.

And don’t think for a second that drake didn’t know it—the one unquestioned advantage his kind have over griffies is that they can still fly when aroused; I could see through other portals more than a few instances of the Vesuvius clan’s adolescents swooping down to grab some lucky griffie girl or guy and bring them up to altitude and release them.

Since their stiff wings meant that they could only glide and couldn’t maneuver, that meant they couldn’t escape being molested or outright mated, and the dragons could have their way with them in the air.

I couldn’t spare them much mind, though, except to note more than a few cases of adolescent drakes groped or outright screwing eaglesses and tiercels alike in mid-flight where they couldn’t so much as squirm, leaving their nests and tails wide open to invasion. The drakinas were availing themselves of that trick too, as I spotted a few holding tiercels up on their backs and forcing them to screw their rears.

And don’t get me started about all the griffon cubs being taken, often right in front of their parents. By Celly’s sun, Midnight had no shame, and neither did anycreature else that day. Myself included, given how much I was enjoying it.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, I admit I’m having a little trouble with all that myself. Just seems wrong to have enjoyed it, even if I’ve caught Apple Bloom and the Destiny Seeking Teenagers spying on me and Rainbow a couple times.

Crystal Queen: They WHAT? The nerve! I will simply have to have a talk with Sweetie Belle about respecting the privacy of others!

Fertile Fields: Eh, can’t say I mind that much. Also can’t really hold it against them since I used to peep in on Big Mac and Sugar Belle a few years back, after all. But to take it to that level where entire museums and classrooms full of cubs were being screwed in front of their parents and teachers just seems, well… yeah.

Sugar High: Aw. How come? I was playing doctor with Triton and Chest Candy of Hollow Shades High when I was eight!

Hyperdash: Gah! TMI, Pinkie! I ain’t gonna say anything about it myself, except that I’m REAL glad the DST weren’t at the Friendship Games!

Fluttershine: Oh, um, I wouldn’t have minded the DST there. It’s really too bad their post-Anon-a-Miss detentions weren’t done and they weren’t allowed to take part in extracurricular activities for the rest of the school year.

Me, I’m just glad my brother had already transferred from Canterlot High a year back. I love him but having him there would have been an enormous downer for me no matter how hot and horny I was.

Hyperdash: EW! Me too! No offense, Flutters, but he is NOT my type! Every time he hit on me, I wanted to hit HIM!

Fluttershine: It’s okay, Rainbow. I think he learned from that time Gilda gave him a black eye before you broke up with her. I just hope that military school Mom and Dad made him attend ‘makes a man’ out of him so he’ll stop slacking and mooching. I don’t hold out much hope, though.

But the end of their resistance was as inevitable as it was erotic, with both teenage cubs announcing their climax with a very loud trilling cry. But it wasn’t an invocation directed at their immortal Ancestors, but instead, they screamed the name of Dragon Lord Vesuvius himself. They showered Moly with milk, spunk and honey as they spurted and squirted repeatedly, their climactic always unerringly finding her face and breasts.

And yet, that wasn’t the only change as Marcus suddenly sprouted a second side-by-side dick like a drake—there, happy, Rainbow? I used another human term—and when they opened their eyes, they had turned slitted like a dragon as the pair suddenly hung limp off the end of his shafts.

I at least had the pleasure of seeing Moly’s shock as she heard their cries to him and their newly imparted anatomy registered on her as much as the crisscrossing lines of fluid on her beak and boobs. “I’m sorry, mother…” Melina called out forlornly. “We belong to him now.”

“By the Dragon Lords themselves…” Marcus patted his bulging belly where the outline of a drake’s flared conical cocktip could be clearly seen. “My eyes can see heat now! And nothing but the drakehoods of a dragon will ever satisfy me again.” He began to move up and down on the organ far more willingly this time.

“Nothing but my drakehoods, my newest children. Welcome to my clan and know that you have not lost your royal line, but simply become part of a new one!” he told them as he licked affectionately at their captured forms, twirling his tongue around their bodies repeatedly before turning back to Moly, who had ruffled her feathers and was grinding both halves of her beak together, which for a griffon means severe anger.

“Ah… much better, don’t you agree? Look how much of me they took and the draconic attributes they gained! I must say that our mutual benefactor is correct—our races are truly meant for each other, my conquered Queen! I enjoyed their small forms so much that I will be converting your other cubs to my clan next,” he informed her with a toothy grin before he gently pulled the Prince and Princess free of his phalluses. He did so to sounds of mild protest from the pair as they oozed his clear but steaming seed from visibly gaping orifices, which only partially closed after.

“I will not come inside them, though—at least, not yet. I will save that for when I can rut another adult dragon while wearing them on the ends of my organs!” he mused, o which the two cubs begged him to do it right then and there as he laid them down in a pile off to the side. The two shortly began holding talons and pawing at each other before trying to relive the experience by Marcus rutting Malia in the rear with his newly twin organs, only for both to forlornly state that it just wasn’t the same.

“Patience, my new children. I wish to savor my takeover of the Kingdom properly first. Shall I order your other cubs brought to me so that I may strip you of your entire line’s loyalty before your eyes, prior to turning you into my personal concubine and milk maiden?” he asked idly. “And for the record, I prefer that my milk and tea be served at sunrise.”

As he spoke, he looked lazily out on their stunned audience, who had watched the conquest of Moly’s cubs unfold with wide eyes and rigid spears being slowly stroked, or belly boobs being fondled along with nests being frantically pleasured depending on gender. It was hard to believe that just a few minutes earlier, they had been doing Moly herself, but they now seemed at least slightly troubled by the threat while Moly just stood and fumed, her ire growing.

Vesuvius paused for a moment before saying his next words. “So, will you summon them for me, my milk-laden Molyneux? Or shall I give your guards the same treatment first so that they will obey me instead of you?” He gave her sorely aroused Praetorian sentries a toothy grin and lascivious lick, to which at least one eagless climaxed on the spot and volunteered to get them if she could be taken next. “You heard her. The choice is yours, my questionable Queen. Bring me your other cubs. Now.”

“Crows take it… and you!” Moly spat out. For the record, that’s a mild griffon curse; basically the same as saying ‘goddamn it’—sorry, Rarity. Since crows are looked down upon as scavengers, it’s basically saying that they’re pecking at a corpse.

Fertile Fields: Huh. Never would’ve guessed that. Reckon Granny would like that phrase, since she hates crows for trying to raid our grain and corn crops!

Sugar High: Yay! I LOVE hearing new curse words!

Hyperdash: You’re starting to worry me, Pinkie. That said, I’m using it on Griffie Gilda if we ever meet up again! Damn, for as fun as that hot catbird bod of hers was, I really hope we do!

Crystal Queen: You and the CHS soccer team can have her since I found her every bit as uncouth as her human counterpart. It’s dragons for me and Pinkie, darlings! And I must admit, for as much as I was enjoying their company? I would have rooted for their triumph, too, but as I was in the arms of my beloved drakes and drakinas, I had no immediate vantage point to see what was happening. So this is all quite delectably new to me!

“You will not take my remaining cubs from me, dragon lord! Nor will you hold on to the Crown Prince or Princess! If you have gained the loyalty of my eldest son and daughter by rutting them, then I will simply have to win them back by defeating you! And then making it so only I may satisfy them!”

Vesuvius snorted some smoke into the air. “An interesting plan. Since I find your defiance both amusing and arousing, I will humor you. Very well, then. And just how do you intend to ‘defeat me’, my soon-to-be-conquered Queen?” he asked in amusement, duplicating her pose by sitting back and crossing his forelegs over his chest, taking pains to puff more smoke into the air as his rigid drakehoods loomed over her.

“With the sacred magic my race and line has learned to fight your kind! Magus! To me!” Her voice suddenly boomed throughout the chamber, and I even sensed myself sitting up taller in my chair like she’d told me to stop slouching at dinner that one time. “He challenges the honor and power of the Gryphon nation, so it is time to match his power with our own! It will take all our magic, but such magic we do have!” she proclaimed, and I didn’t find it boastful or bombastic so much as a simple statement of fact.

“But your majesty, we want to obey you, but we have no staves! And without them, no means to cast. He destroyed them at the start with his fiery breath.” one of her formerly overcome Magus said in defeat, his phallus standing ramrod straight—and I don’t want to hear anything about how ponies or griffons don’t have ramrods since they don’t have guns, Rainbow Dash. I’ll have you know that they have airships with cannons. And no, Pinkie, I’m not going to tell you all about them!

“No staves? By all our Ancestors, have you forgotten about those of my line? Of those wielded by the great Magus Kings and Queens and even Emperors and Empresses past?” she reminded them sharply, eliciting a series of startled looks and blinks as she made a sweeping motion to the life-sized golden statues of past Griffon rulers that lined the edge of the chamber, now in very erotic poses that some of her sentries were still availing themselves of.

“Ensheathed in enchanted onyx masked with gold, their power remains intact and given they did not activate when this began, they were completely unaffected by that strange amorous aura that corrupted all of you,” she then noted, earning what appeared to be a surprised reaction from both Midnight and the High Priestess, who glanced at each other.

“Now by my order, draw on their strength and the magic of my sacred line! Focus your combined power to cast the Dominari Draco spell immediately, so that I may deal with this obnoxious and insufferable Dragon Lord myself!”

They looked at her in surprise, then leapt into action—or at least, as much as their wobbling belly breasts, equally oversized balls and painfully erect spears would allow. They hurried towards the sculptures who had staves, though they were always being used sensually and their business ends had phallic shapes. “By your command!” they shouted obediently, rushing—or sometimes just wobbling—over to the nearest staff-wielding statue.

“Interesting…” an astonished Midnight suddenly said as the dozen magus present placed their hands on the gold-plated staves, causing them to glow. “I did not detect any casting tools there other than the ones the Magus of her personal guard wielded, and assumed there were no more when they were not infected by my mating aura.”

“Nor did I. They shielded them well, my young Goddess and new Queen.” Juniper Neptune admitted as he continued to slowly rut Fortrakt, who still sat in her lap, holding his hind legs up like a presented turkey.

“Impressive. No doubt a hidden security measure and a potent means of defense, as they could be sprung on an unwary enemy trying to invade her throne room. I will give the griffons due credit for coming up with this idea independently of my line. For just as they can invoke the power of rulers past, I, too, have a way to draw upon the combined magic of previous Juniper Neptunes within my temple…” the High Priestess then said, but she didn’t elaborate further as she waited for the coming battle to unfold.

Have to say, that might have been the first sign of fallibility that Midnight had offered, and it gave me at least some hope that there were ways to hide things from her. I wondered then if I was soaked in enough magic that I could call upon my old mental wards that were designed to block others from reading my mind and emotions. But when I tried, they didn’t engage and Midnight gave me a smirk.

“Sorry, but your mind is an open book to me, Sunset Shimmer. I see from your memories that you were once a very powerful Equestrian unicorn who sought to learn everything about magic there was—in some ways, a girl after my own heart. Which begs the question as to why you sought to stop me from unleashing and absorbing this limitless power, except out of a selfish desire to save it for yourself.” Her expression darkened and the wind picked up briefly, causing my heart to freeze when I thought she was going to make sure right then and there that I couldn’t.

Hypderdash: Huh? But that’s not true, Sunset. You tried to stop her because you were trying to protect her and everyone else. Because you know better than anyone that magic is dangerous when not understood or wielded properly.

Fertile Fields: What she said. Those siphons of hers just about put us in the hospital for how badly they drained us. So, if Midnight can read your mind, why was she saying that? Was she just trying to rattle you?

Daydream: Let’s just say that as it turned out, she wasn’t reading my mind so much as using a multiversal cheat code, if that’s a thing. And in the process, she revealed a weakness that I could exploit.

Despite her accusation, I forced myself to meet her gaze while Fluttershy held my hand and drew close to me, making clear that she would stay by my side despite the implied threat. “That had nothing to do with it. I was trying to stop you from hurting yourself and everyone around you.”

But Midnight was unimpressed. “Believe what you wish, if it makes you feel better. But I doubt anyone here would call this hurting.”

“I would!” Indigo shouted as she used her new bat wings to settle onto Sour Sweet’s main futa shaft, which quickly disappeared inside her with a wet slurp.

“Yeah, me too! How about you, Sour Sweet?” Sunny Flare asked her even as she lowered her rear down onto her hated classmate’s long thestral tonguecock to face Indigo, to which the restrained Shadowbolt girl turned her bound wrists over and made a thumbs-down gesture with both hands which then turned into upraised middle fingers directed at Midnight.

“You three don’t count,” Midnight told them in annoyance without glancing at them, silencing them with a flare of her horn by inducing the tongues of Indy and Sunny—it’s weird to call anyone else that since it’s one of my nicknames—to turn into steadily expanding male organs that soon jutted out nearly a foot from their heads, preventing them from speaking while she focused on me.

“Ah, much better. Such blessed silence. And as for you, Sunset Shimmer, your plan to defeat me by duplicating my ascension is interesting, but I see no reason to fear it. Indeed, why should I? I already know from glimpsing into the future that you and your friends will most likely succumb to your urges long before that, willingly surrendering yourself to me, body and soul. But I grant it is not a 100% certainty. Still, even in the incredibly unlikely event that you succeed?”

She lowered her head and her slitted eyes turned hooded. “Then what is certain is that you will lose to a superior power and intellect unencumbered by such quaint notions as restraint or rules, becoming a particularly potent sexual servant who I will enjoy toying with and sensually experimenting on to my heart’s content,” she informed me bluntly, causing me to shiver in mingled hope and fear.

Crystal Queen: Hope? You mean you actually LIKE that idea, darling?

Daydream: Well, not the idea so much as the person who would be doing it, but yeah. What can I say? Part of me is still attracted to strong personalities and magic, and Midnight was the purest, most powerful expression of both I’ve ever seen.

Fertile Fields: Well, reckon I can respect that, given I soon fell head over hooves for a certain stallion. But the weird thing is, Middie wasn’t wrong. We pretty much DID succumb to our urges, there. Though some more easily than others—I’m looking at you, Pinkie!

Sugar High: Me? Sure did, because I wanted to! But what about Rarity? She loved it, too!

Crystal Queen: Yes, I freely admit I did. And for what it gained me—the love of an entire dragon clan’s worth of drakes willing to shower me with riches to say nothing of the dual ‘dicks’ I obtained—I don’t regret it in the least, darling. Do any of you?

Fertile Fields: Just got one regret, myself. That we had to wipe memories and leave all our new lovers behind after.

Hyperdash: Yeah, you said it, AJ. Dammit, Griffie Gilda, stop making me miss you!

Midnight recognized my reaction and smiled. “So don’t worry, Sunset Shimmer. For that reason alone, I won’t stop you from trying to achieve your own ascension. As my victory is assured, I’m curious as to how long you can hold out, and if my actually telling you about this changes anything that I saw in the singularity.” She closed her eyes briefly as her aura reached into the shroudless void again, then she smiled. “It does not.”

“I look forward to using that wondrous tool myself, young goddess…” Juniper Neptune spoke up, staring at the artificial object longingly. “I am curious, though—has it told you anything about the outcome of the scene we see below?” She nodded down at where Moly’s mages were still readying a spell.

“It has not, simply because I did not seek an answer for it. No, High Priestess, this is one time I prefer not to know,” Midnight said with a smile. “Like you, I am curious as to what the Queen plans. So let us watch and be surprised by it.”

While all this had been happening, Queen Molyneux’s Magus Knights had finished powering up their Dominari Draco spell, with all the staves now glowing bright and all but crackling with massive amounts of unreleased magical energy. I’ll give this to Moly’s mages—they were quite skilled and powerful. And loyal, at least once they were freed of the direct effects of Midnight’s mating aura.

Vesuvius, however, was unimpressed. “So the spell is called ’Dragon Dominator? Well, this should be amusing to behold. By all means, target me with your Magus. But know that it will not avail you! Their feeble magic will not work on a drake of my size and power, my lovely but overconfident Queen.” He spread his arms wide as if in offering, inviting the Queen’s mages to strike him.

But Moly only smirked up at him as her dozen Magus announced the magic was ready. “You fail to understand what I am ordering, my stupid and sex-addled drake. Their spell isn’t aimed at you. It is targeted… at me!”

“At you?”Vesuvius echoed in confusion as Moly fell back to all fours and took several steps backwards from him, and I didn’t get the impression she was doing so out of fear. More like she was trying to give whatever spell space to work. I hadn’t heard of it myself— “Dragon Dominator?” Given their natural resistance to any magic except their own, a spell that would defeat or even do much damage to an adult dragon was impossible as far as I knew, at least for anything short of an Alicorn-level aura. And besides, even for as sex-soaked as everything was, surely Moly wasn’t planning to kill him…?

I got my answer swiftly as a half-dozen magical beams shot out from the various staves and staffs in possessions of the great gryphon rulers of old. And instead of hitting Vesuvius, they were indeed aimed directly at Moly, who stood up as if to invite all the energy into her already-overcharged body.

I couldn’t help but note that her breast quartet began to grow again a couple seconds before the rest of her did, causing her form to slowly swell to dragon proportions as she arched her back sensually at the process.

Either by accident or design, the magical beams seemed to target her erogenous zones, soon suspending her in the air while the aura projections themselves turned into phallic protrusions as they got near her, duplicating the forms the ends of the staves themselves took. Interestingly, not all of them were griffon organs, as some appeared to be Timberwolf or even equine in appearance!

I wasn’t sure what that said about the griffon rulers who had once owned them, but that wasn’t the time to think about it. As I—and pretty much everybody in Arnau and at CHS—watched, they began to enter her like tentacles again, penetrating her nest and tail as their magic visibly flowed into her, causing not just her boobs but her entire body to steadily stretch and swell.

And then she began to speak, her voice starting to boom louder the more she grew. “Ancestors, yes… fill me with your sacred magic! Give me the power to reclaim my cubs and defend the Kingdom from this dishonorable drake!” she invited as Vesuvius watched agape; his twin organs starting to throb harder at the sight of an eagless he desired gradually enlarging enough to be rutted directly and fully.

For her part, Moly couldn’t seem to resist caressing her own bulging body in front of him as she surpassed half his size and kept growing. She remained fully displayed before him and her shocked cubs, who stared up at her in open-beaked amazement, still intertwined. The process had only just begun to slow when she finally climaxed with a loud cry and call to her ubiquitous Ancestors as the milk from her teats all but fountained into the air, splashing down on Vesuvius’ face and even her own cubs.

Vesuvius might have interfered in her transformation, but he didn’t, just staring at her enrapt along with Moly’s cubs as she reached her full height, just a few feet short of his as her orgasm slowly ebbed.

Not even caring that her enormous body and pleasure was witnessed by all, the spells then released her as she flared her wings to flip herself upright, sending a mighty rush of wind over the entire chamber that bowled over most of her subjects. It sent them back into the erotic embrace of Moly’s forebears. It even knocked Vesuvius himself back a bit when it caught his own spread membrane wings, which billowed backwards like a parachute briefly.

And that was to say nothing of the brief tornadic blast of wind that ripped right through the portal and caught me and Fluttershy, knocking us head over heels into each other with mouths suddenly buried in each other’s muff again. Tempting though it was to go to town on her again, I wasn’t about to miss the show, so we helped each other up to see what was going on.

Have to admit, it was an awe-inspiring sight, and one that would probably have haunted my teenage self’s nightmares if I’d known she was capable of getting that big way back when, for as much as she disliked me. But as the High Priestess said, she hadn’t been bluffing—the griffies clearly did have well-developed anti-dragon defenses, and magic to spare if they could put that much into her!

Her transformation finished, the magical tendrils released her and she reared up to stand almost as tall as the Dragon Lord; the pair standing beak to snout under the vaulted ceiling of the massive antechamber. I’m also not sure when it happened, but the painted images that spanned the hemispherical dome were now every bit as explicit as the ones in the Hall of Heroes, showing what appeared to be massive orgies that had taken place in the throne room before.

But now a new scene seemed to be destined to be carved on a blank section of ceiling as Moly readied to fight him, suddenly bellowing even louder than Vesuvius himself:

“And now, arrogant and unworthy Dragon Lord, for the loyalty of my cubs and control of my throne, let us determine who will rule and who will serve!”