Unleash the Magic - Midnight Rising

As the battle progressed, and not in her favor, Moly seemed speechless, her beak open and tongue hanging out as she panted lightly to feel the talons of the Dragon Lord fixed firmly on her flanks. They spread her cheeks and feminine lips wide to allow his snout and tongue to reach deep within her, eating her out with abandon as he continued to taunt and tease her.

“Ah… such a delectable taste of inferno fruit and honey you have, Queen Molyneux. I daresay none of my kindred will be able to resist its flavor as I give you over to the adults of my clan for the first round,” Dragon Lord Vesuvius suggested idly to the cheering roars of the score or more of adult dragons that were now roosting throughout Arnau.

The drakes were taking pains to coat the largest gryphon sculptures in truly prodigious amounts of spunk along with all the griffons and Caleponians they could, while the drakinas were alternately availing themselves of the many very well-endowed tiercel statues scattered throughout the city, filling their slits and sphincters with incredibly detailed spears meticulously carved from enchanted onyx.

But regular-sized griffons and Caleponians got their attention, too, with at least one adult female allowing a line of eager foals and cubs to enter and explore her, while still others sampled as many mares and eaglesses as they could, using their dextrous tongues to squeeze mammaries in order to squirt milk into their open maws.

“They outrank our adolescents, after all, but don’t worry. They’ll get you too—after you revert to your normal size, that is. I cannot wait to see all their talons upon you, turning your queenly body into their sexual toy…” he told her as it was once again Moly struggling to hold out against a sensual assault she couldn’t readily resist, as Vesuvius now had his talons and tongue dug firmly into her while she could only just lie there and take it.

Fertile Fields: Whewie! I’ve got my window open to let the cool night air come in, but I’m still fanning my sweaty face with my Stetson right now! Sorry to interrupt, but got a question, Sunset—who are these ‘Caleponians’ you keep mentioning? Why are ponies living in the Kingdom? Maybe you explained earlier in the story, but danged if I can’t recall.

Daydream: No problem, AJ. They’re descended from earth ponies who settled in the Kingdom following the end of the great Pony/Griffon war and overthrow of the Gryphon Empire some seven hundred years ago. The griffons have always had trouble growing food due to no innate ability and a harsher climate. So, as a token of good faith in the armistice agreement that ended the war, Princess Celestia asked for volunteers to live in the Kingdom to help keep the griffies fed and remove one of their reasons for being an imperial power.

Fluttershine: Oh. That was nice of her. And them.

Daydream: You have no idea, given the destruction that war wreaked on Equestria. Whatever incentives Celly offered, several thousand Shetlandian ponies accepted and moved there. They’re now nearly half a million strong, and the backbone of the Kingdom’s agriculture.

Crystal Queen: My! They bred like Fluttershy’s bunnies!

Daydream: Well, both sides did after the war to make up for the losses they suffered. Over time, the Caleponians developed hardier bodies and a separate culture to live in the Kingdom, but they’re still ponies, if arguably a new race of them. They’re treated as regular griffon subjects once they fulfill a six-year term of service to the Kingdom in adulthood. During that term, they either serve as soldiers or farm for griffon landowners, granted land of their own and full citizenship after.

Fertile Fields. Oh, okay. Not a bad deal. That’s all I wanted to know! Back to the action, then!

Daydream: You got it!

Despite his best erotic efforts, his words seemed to only refocus Moly and let her rediscover her clarity of purpose. “By the blood of my line… My Queenly body does NOT belong to them or you! Only my late husband or my long-dead father, the great King Malachi, may order me to surrender myself to him!” she said even as she squirmed against him, only to blink as if she couldn’t believe she’d just said that.

Judging by Midnight’s smirk, what the Queen said was once again something borrowed from the alternate reality that Middie had imposed on them, especially when a new image materialized on the wall of the chamber showing a teenage Moly being rutted directly by her sire as he sat on his throne, openly molesting and mating her before his rapt court. Moly herself could only gape at it; I think she was experiencing a strong sense of deja vu at that moment to see it, finding herself with memories that didn’t belong to her, but a counterpart self.

But Vesuvius didn’t notice or care. “Ah yes. Those accursed griffon Ancestors you so revere again…” he said in some mild disgust even as he intensified his oral efforts against her. His long snout was now buried halfway in her snatch; I could only imagine that his forked tongue was so deep in her that it was rooting around her womb.

“Enough of this! Just as with your cubs, I will replace their primacy with me and my dragon clan! Now it is past time you surrender, my surprisingly skilled and sensuous future satrap. Or do I have to turn my oral attention to your tail as well?”

As he spoke, he shifted his darting tongue up to her other orifice, causing her to squawk and several of her watching guards and magus to climax on the spot to see the erotic intrusion in such enormous and exquisite detail. At least one of the latter cast what I sensed was a sensitivity spell on the entire area of Moly’s anal opening that elicited a squawk, but he apparently did so involuntarily given his startled reaction.

Turning, I saw that he didn’t have a stave, nor was he touching those belonging to the statues of Kingdom rulers past. But it was his erect griffon spear that was aglow, acting in place of his original but now-incinerated staff.

Seeing his feat, every other tiercel magus in the room immediately spread their legs and sat back to expose their spears, wanting to see if they, too, could cast through their phalluses. They quickly discovered that they could, if somewhat clumsily, and that their organs began acting almost of their own accord in that they sometimes targeted other griffons and cast without conscious thought.

Either deliberately or by compulsion, they immediately began focusing more magic on not just Queen Molyneux and the Dragon Lord, but each other. It began as one Magus involuntarily aimed his spear at a rather large eagless, zapping her with magic that caused her to immediately grow her own spear and sac.

Though delighted by the feat, he seemed to be given pause when that eagless then turned on him and pounced with a lustful growl, using the new male mating drive she’d also been imparted to throw him down on his back and take him in the tail. She rutted him mercilessly as his still glowing spear continued to fire spells in every direction, including to make her bigger and stronger, both in body and stature.

Before long, every eagless short of Moly herself had gained one, and they weren’t always griffon ones, with the mages imparting everything from equine organs to wolf knots and dragon drakehoods. Nor were they only in obvious locations; a few of the more adventurous or kinky mages turned tailtips and tongues into spears by accident or design as well, some using the former to pleasure their own nests and tails.

Once the eagless mages gained phalluses, they, too, gained the ability to remotely cast without a staff. In their case, however, they retaliated by giving some of the males nests or teats, with one particularly powerful Magus inducing two burly tiercels to rub their new mammaries together as they took turns taking each other’s new eagless anatomy not with their regular spears, but with newly imparted Timberwolf tail cocks.

Fertile Fields: Oh. Maybe that explains why I ended up with a canine knot!

Hyperdash: And I got a griffie bulb, though I think I know who to blame for that! Can’t wait to stick it in you, AJ. And then get stuck to you!

Fertile Fields: Oh yeah? Not before I tie your tail first, Rainbow!

Hyperdash: Is that so? Let’s arm wrestle to see who tops first! Or better yet, let’s wrestle for real!

Fertile Fields: Oh, so you wanna go at it like a griffie mating round? Sure, I’m game! Winner’s on top!

Sugar High: Oh! OH! Just be sure to stream it on BoobTube for us! Wanna watch them, Rarity? We could share the video with Ember and the drakes later! THAT should give them some ideas!

Crystal Queen: AAAAAAACK!

Daydream: … and her myPhone just snapped another picture of herself fainted and naked, looking right up her legs. Wow, look how perfectly clean shaven she is.

Hyperdash: Whoa. That pic belongs on a hentai site with her dicks hanging over her belly like that! Hey, ever thought of shaving your pussy like her, AJ?

Sugar High: Oh! You totally should!

Fertile Fields: Not a chance, Pinkie! I like my blonde muff, thank you very much, and I know you do too, Rainbow!

Hyperdash: Yeah, but I shaved mine because I got sick of Trixie and her bandmates teasing me in the showers after gym class! There are times it really doesn’t help for the carpet to match the drapes. So how about you, Sunny-D? Would you shave?

Daydream: Nah. I’m with AJ on this one. I like my look, which includes some fiery fur down there that matches my mane. And before Pinkie asks, I think I’ll pass on watching you guys go at it. I need to research the futa effect with Fluttershy after class tomorrow to see if we can suppress it when we don’t want it—if Celly and Lulu let us after our little talk tomorrow, that is. What about you and shaving, Fluttershy?

Fluttershine: Oh. Um, I wouldn’t want to shave, either. I mean, all my animals have fur, so I’d like to have fur too, even if it’s just down there. And I also kind of like seeing it on other girls and hairy chests on guys. It, um… turns me on.

Fertile Fields: Well, reckon that’s an honest answer! And it’d be a lie to say that seeing Rarity like that ain’t a turn on either, muff or no. Dang, girl. The sight of that makes me wanna eat you out!

Hyperdash: HEY!

Crystal Queen: Well! Mortified though I am to have once again accidentally snapped what amounts to a SolelySupporters picture, I will take that as a compliment, Jackie!

Fertile Fields: I’m joking, Rainbow. Mostly. And you’re welcome, Sugarcube. But call me that again, and we’ll be snapping pics of my cock taking your tail!

Sugar High: OH! I am SO there!

Crystal Queen: Well, I am most certainly NOT! Only my darling drakes may do that!

Daydream: Yeah. I think it’s best to just move on…

I don’t think all the activity and erotic discoveries in the chamber were lost on Moly, who I knew from long and bitter experience noticed everything that happened around her. But there was little she could do about it with Vesuvius eating her out with abandon, his talons fixed on her hips to hold her in place though his digits occasionally found and fondled her belly boobs, too.

But another lesson I learned about her long ago was that Moly was never at a loss for long. “Your forked tongue feels both dexterous and delicious, and for as pleasurable as it is, I might yet consent to its presence within me, Dragon Lord. But you are not the only one skilled in the erotic arts! I have had more than my share of sex over the years with the King and even a few others in my youth, so experience the irresistible oral ability of a Gryphon Queen!”

Not waiting for a reply, she curled her feline spine over enough to take the first of his phalluses in her beak. Before he could even register what was happening, she immediately began bobbing up and down on it, eliciting a startled gasp and involuntary thrust of the dragon Lord’s hips. Before long, I could hear her grinding its sensitive head against the slightly ridged inside of its hard upper surfaces, before engulfing enough of it that she visibly massaged it with her muscles further back.

And this time, it was Vesuvius who gaped and groaned, his hips bucking hard enough that his tongue slipped out of her. She immediately pressed his advantage, showing that she could take his entire length. And then to prove it wasn’t just a fluke, she took his second drakehood in her beak at the same time, deep throating them both!

Sugar High: WOW! She’s that good at oral? Moly’s a girl after my own heart!

Fertile Fields: Yeah, that griffon gal’s got some serious talent. And balls, if you’ll pardon the term, Rarity. If that’s how the human Moly is, then don’t think I would have minded one bit going to Kingdom Academy!

Crystal Queen: Quite all right, darling. She’s clearly beating him at his own game, which I can certainly respect! And after hearing this story, I want to meet Headmistress Molyneux now more than ever!

Hyperdash: Yeah? Why? So you can see if she’s as good at oral as the griffie one?

Crystal Queen: RAINBOW! … Well, in truthfulness, I doubt it, given she has neither a griffon beak nor a dragon snout and tongue.

Sugar High: You don’t need those to give good oral! Just ask Triton and Chest Candy! Or better yet, I’ll ask them to show you! Once they learn you have two dicks, I’m sure they’d LOVE to both go down on you at once!

Fluttershine: Um, everyone? I think Rarity just fainted and accidentally took a picture of herself again.

Daydream: Wow. With her phone lying on her belly button propped up between her dicks, staring at the underside of her boobs…

“Enjoying yourself, Dragon Lord?” Moly asked around her beakful, and I swear that this time, she was fully and unreservedly enjoying the act for the dominance over him it gave her, pinning him beneath both the weight of her enormous body and the pressure of the unbearable pleasure she was giving him. “The end of our contest is nigh, and thus it is the dragons that fall to the griffons! As you can see, my subjects are already taking heart from their Queen’s example. They are turning on your clan and sexually subjugating them!”

She paused long enough to nod towards the various portals. Through them, I could see the previously submissive griffons suddenly reverse roles with the dragons who had been groping and using them to their heart’s content, ganging up on them and throwing them to the ground to start claiming their snouts, nests and tails in turn.

Even the cubs and foals got involved as I saw a classroom full of them pile on a group of invading adolescent drakes. They pinned them with their weight so they could ride them from above along with taking them in the tail, while griffon magus outside the palace who still had their staves suddenly created facsimiles of giant phallus-tipped tentacles to both restrain and fill adult dragon orifices with, turning them into enormous and sorely-pleasured tuck toys for the erotic entertainment of all.

But it was a short-lived reversal as Vesuvius gave a feral growl. “By my order and superior strength, they will not!”As he spoke, the Dragon Lord’s long reptilian tail wrapped around Moly’s neck and peeled her off him, flinging her hard into the far wall. She hit it with another resounding BOOM that caused fresh cracks to form before they were once again self-sealed; even small flakes of dust that had been knocked free from the ceiling suddenly returned to their original place, restoring the surface to its original pristine state.

But Vesuvius didn’t care about that so much as the enticing and infuriating Queen Molyneux he was having so much trouble subduing. Rising quickly, he rolled backwards to bring himself upright and then took a single bounding leap from all fours to slam her hard against the wall before she could recover, pinning her against it with his great weight. Once again, it cracked and flaked in a few places but repaired itself quickly, becoming smooth and seamless, seemingly supporting their combined weight with ease.

“ENOUGH! I admit, I am surprised by your strength and skill, my resourceful Queen, both in the fighting and sensual arts. I now recall readily from my long-ago adolescence that earth griffons like you were very powerful and not to be trifled with, in either spars or sex,” he told her, starting to feel her up again from behind while holding her foretalons fast above her. He wrapped the end of his long tail around them to both deny her the ability to protect herself and hold her off the floor, preventing her from gaining enough traction to push off or otherwise retaliate.

That left her boobs and wingbase wide open to him, and he availed himself of them quite happily as he both felt and heard her reaction, from the trembling of her fondled flight muscles to the trills escaping her throat as her teats were repeatedly tweaked.

Despite that, Moly still summoned up some attitude. “In sex? Then am I to understand that this is NOT the first time you have taken uninvited liberties with a griffon, you dishonorable drake?” she inquired acidly, or tried to given the pleasure she was feeling leaked into her voice as it repeatedly quavered.

“Uninvited? Hardly.” He nibbled hard at the nape of her neck, using his tail to raise her up higher into the air—yes, they’re that strong before anyone asks—positioning her before his twin phalluses. They were throbbing and drooling even harder than they were before, no doubt at the resistance he had met.

“I will have you know that my one and only previous griffon partner was one of your finest warriors of the age and an eagless of noble lineage—the great Tribune Galena Gladius. We fought at each other’s side against the forces of Dragon Lord Diabla for months, and perhaps inevitably became lovers. Our mating rounds were as epic as our subsequent ecstasy, and for the rest of our tragically short time together, I loved her more than life itself…”

For the first time, he got emotional as the name immediately grabbed Moly’s attention, judging by the way her head shot up. And before anyone asks, the name is only dimly familiar to me, sorry. She might have been one of many griffon war heroes from that era, which you’ll understand that I really wasn’t interested in learning about back then.

Fertile Fields: No need to apologize, filly. Reckon I felt the same way when Granny tried to tell us about another branch of our family who not only stayed in Russia but fought in the Battle of Stalingrad! Then when I found what they actually did… yeah, I ended up apologizing to her. And studying up on it.

Hyperdash: Whoa. You’re part Russian, AJ? I didn’t know that!

Sugar High: And your family fought at Stalingrad? COOL! I love watching Enemy at the Gates! We’ll have to set you up with a proper sniper rifle next time we go shooting!

Fertile Fields: Uh… thanks, Pinkie, but I’m partial to my Bushmistress rifle, thank you very much! Well, my side of the family immigrated in the late 1800s to Tennessee, but the rest stayed behind in Russia and are still there to this day. I plan to visit them someday… guess I’ll have to learn a little of the language, though! Uh, are there any Russians across the portal, Sunny-D?

Daydream: In a manner of speaking, ‘Jackie’. 😉 The Ibex speak Russian, but they’re a longstanding enemy of the Kingdom and we hardly ever saw them in Equestria. Their nation is called the Ibexian Ascendency, and they control most of what would be Siberia here, facing the griffons over what we called not the Urals, but the Pearl Mountains.

Fertile Fields: You too with my least favorite nickname, huh? Consarn it! Is EVERYBODY trying to get me to tie their tails? Because I swear I will!

Hyperdash: Promises, promises!

Moly’s next words confirmed what little I remembered about the Dragon Lord’s long ago griffon lover. “She belonged to my family’s lesser branch, even dating back to Imperial times. Though never in line for the throne, her name is revered to this day, and she has her own statue in the Hall of Heroes. I knew not that she had a relationship with a drake, as such is not recorded in our history. But you would now dishonor her memory by invading my nation and claiming my race and body without earning them?” she asked him, squirming hard in the air to not let her frantically winking nest and tail be penetrated by either of his flopping, frantically thrusting organs.

“I am earning it, my Queen. By your own terms, remember? The first to sensually surrender loses not just our mating round, but their very realm! It is a task made doubly delicious for me as, given you are a distant cousin of hers, I can smell some of her scent within you.” He stuck his snout in her crestfeathers and inhaled deeply, then blew out more smoke with a rolling rumble; for a moment I swore he was tearing up.

But if he was, the thrusts of his hips only became harder as Moly seemed momentarily speechless to hear his story. “Then you are saying that I remind you of HER?”

He rumbled his confirmation, nipping repeatedly at the nape of her neck, which only elicited an uncharacteristic schoolfilly squeal that Celly and Lulu smirked at to hear, exchanging a knowing glance. “Yes. From the moment I laid eyes on you and later caught your scent for the first time—a scent that only feeds my passions further! But you dare call me dishonorable?” His slitted eyes flashed, then cooled.

“I would demand an apology, but I will instead offer an explanation while I extract satisfaction from both of your eager eagless openings! Ignorant as you are, I’ll have you know that following the war, I held off my well-earned ascension to adult dragon, just so I could remain with her and enjoy her company for as long as possible! But alas, griffon lifespans are but a small fraction of dragon ones,” he added, and this time, I was sure that he actually sniffled as he continued to inhale her scent deeply even as he molested her form, burying his snout in her neck feathers at the base of her sensually sensitive wingbase.

“Old age finally claimed her, and I was left bereft of her touch and love for seven centuries after. It was a hard loss, and perhaps it hardened my heart. But perhaps in you, my mighty and magnificent Queen, I may in some small way find her again…” he grabbed both her foundering legs to hold them high against the wall, fully exposing her wriggling hindquarters as he struggled to enter her, his leftmost organ finally sliding firmly against her slit to slip inside. “Love her again. And rut her again!”

Moly gasped once and tried to pull away even as her nest seemed to be attempting to suck him in, grabbing at his phallus. Either due to her body betraying her or the effects of Midnight’s probability altering magic, every movement she made only seemed to sink him deeper, and when she tried to twist away, the only thing she accomplished was to turn herself sideways enough that his opposite organ found her anal orifice and locked in place against her pucker, beginning to enter her there, too.

“Ancestors!” came Moly’s startled squawk and trill as she felt herself being claimed despite her best efforts and worse, her body betraying her as several feet of the Dragon Lord’s twin adult drakehoods were disappearing into her with every passing second, her right leg now draped over his shoulder while her left hung uselessly off to the side. “Such sacrifice… such incredible honor… such supreme strength… NO! Even for such a superb story of warrior love between such rapturous races, I cannot… give in…” Her voice was beginning to tremble along with her body as his dual anatomy sank ever-deeper inside her.

“Resist all you like, my captured Queen. I have you now, and it only makes my desire and drakehoods grow larger!” But her defeat seemed assured as Vesuvius began to rut her helpless form in earnest, each of his powerful thrusts rocking her world and the very wall she was leaning against. Twisted towards him as she was, her boobs inscribed concentric circular paths for each forward slam of his hips, drawing his eyes and talons to them with her own still held fast.

Happily groping them with special emphasis on her exquisitely erect teats, he squirted some of her milk into his open maw before sharing it with her, pressing his snout into her beak, forcing her to drink her own nurturing nectar and give into him with a moan.

“Do not fight it, my voluptuous and virile Molyneux. It is your fate and honor to sensually serve me, just as your subjects will sexually serve my clan. For putting up such a good fight and letting me rediscover the love of my beloved Galena again, I will allow you to retain dominion over your Kingdom, second only to me. On the sole condition that you surrender yourself and your cubs to me and those I deem worthy whenever I wish.”

“Please don’t fight it, mother…” Prince Marcus pleaded with her from off to the side. He was frantically stroking himself beside his equally enrapt sister, and they weren’t the only ones, given her mages and guards were now openly petting, pleasuring and in many cases outright rutting to the sight of their queen on the verge of sensual defeat.

Her subjects through the portals were likewise reverting to their previously submissive state against the dragon clan collectively molesting their mothers, fondling their fathers and corrupting if not outright claiming their cubs. “Dragon spears are meant for our race, just as his spears were meant for our bodies! For you!”

Sugar High: Oooo… nice alliteration, Sunny-D! Three straight phrases! Ms. Cherilee would be so proud!

Crystal Queen: There. See, Rainbow? You don’t have to be vulgar to use alliteration. Learn from her example!

Hyperdash: Okay. Let’s see… I take it you’re enjoying the story, our ruttable Rarity? You double-dicked drake magnet and lava-loving lesbo who likes pink pussy and Ember-blue boobs?

Daydream: HA! Think you walked right into that one, filly.

Fertile Fields: Whoa. Not bad, Rainbow! Didn’t think you had it in your writing.

Hyperdash: I don’t. At least, not without an online thesaurus or two. Been working on that all day!

Daydream: … and it looks like she just passed out and sent us another picture.

Fluttershine: Oh, my. Her tablet took it this time from where it was propped on her desk. And now she’s covered in her own spunk…

“By our most sacred Ancestors, I must fight it! I cannot give in!” Moly claimed as Celly and Lulu held their breath behind me, clearly surprised to see their fellow school head’s doppelganger so close to losing. “If I did, I would be worthy of neither my throne NOR the legacy of Galena Gladius!”

“Be assured that you are worthy. For even in our many mating rounds, she fought to the last, too,” Vesuvius approved, clearly turned on the more she struggled against him, only to find herself almost hilted and her body increasingly helpless before him. “One of many reasons I loved her, because she made me earn her! Just as you have, Queen Molyneux. And for your exceptional skill in both battle and mating you have offered, so reminiscent of her… I pledge again to allow you to remain ruling your Kingdom, with your authority second only to me!”

“An uncommonly generous offer for a dragon…” Moly granted through a gritted beak, her voice audibly shaky as Vesuvius continued to not just rut but outright ravage her body, leaving badly ruffled fur and feathers behind as his tongue and talons roamed freely over her, never missing an opportunity to grope a boob or caress her quivering wing muscles.

“And it would be the basest of lies to say that I am not tempted to surrender to feel both of your phalluses deep within me, giving such exquisite and illicit pleasure as I have never known! But I cannot. For to be worthy of her and my sacred line of griffon rulers, I must… not… lose!”

“Impressive though your resistance is, I am not giving you a choice in the matter, my young and luscious griffon Queen,” Vesuvius reminded her, giving her a lick to the cheek as he held her fast and kept pounding his hips forward, his tail continuing to hold her up by the foretalons to make sure she couldn’t escape him this time.

He then leaned forward to whisper his next words silkenly in her ear, though at their size, even a sibilant whisper could be heard throughout the chamber. “Strong though you are of both body and spirit, you will fall. Even now, I see you on the edge of rapture, trying not to scream my name as my drakehoods claim your deepest and most sacred depths for not just myself, but my race and clan.”

He gave his most powerful thrust into her yet to accentuate his words, using his wing claws to massage the leading edge of her feathered kind. And yet, Moly still didn’t give in.

In fact, she started to laugh. “Very well, Dragon Lord. You do indeed have me on the verge of defeat! But if I cannot overpower you with my training or combat techniques directly, then I have one final route to victory,” she reminded him as she suddenly relaxed in his embrace and thrust her belly breasts up towards him in enticement. She did so as her offset hind legs wrapped around him as best she could and began pulling him towards her, like she was trying to get him deeper.

“For in your eagerness to claim me with your sacred and sensuous spears, you have also trapped them within me. Allowing me to use my well-practiced nest and tail to remind you of just how well an eagless can provide their mates the most irresistible pleasure!” she announced grandly as her hips and other core muscles began to make rolling and squeezing motions against him, causing him to hiss sharply and his tail grip on her to start slackening.

“King Caeruleo could not resist this for long, and he had but a single spear! But YOU, my dear Dragon Lord, have TWO! Meaning I now turn your most valued draconic attributes against you!” she finished in great glee.

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords…” was all Vesuvius could say as his legs began to buckle and tail slacken. “Such exquisite technique! Every unica of my phallic flesh is massaged! And every single scale of my body tingles with imminent release! As only one other eagless could even come close to making me feel this way, you truly are the descendent of Galena Gladius!” he proclaimed grandly even as his legs gave way and they both sank to the floor.

“I will take that as a compliment,” a grinning Moly announced as for a moment she finally forced him to the ground, sitting atop him at an angle so her body could continue to keep his side-by-side organs within her, with the Queen facing roughly the center of the chamber where everycreature could get a good view of them. Vesuvius lay beneath her with his legs spread wide to allow all to see the base of his organs embedded within her, with only a few feet emerging with each involuntary thrust of his hips.

“But I, too, must give you due credit, Dragon Lord, for your supreme skill in both rutting and wrestling. This has been not just a duel for the ages but a magnificent mating round; one that leaves me wanting to have you again and again! May the Ancestors forgive me, but I was indeed ready to scream your name on more than one occasion! And as our contest is not concluded, I may yet still,” she admitted breathlessly.

“Then by all means do so…” he invited through gritted teeth, reaching up to grope her boobs with one set of talons while fondling her wings and flight muscles with the other again, still trying to force her to reach orgasm first. And it looked for a moment like he would succeed as, in an incredible display of determination worthy of Moly herself, he stood back up and pinned her against the wall again despite the irresistible pleasure, and what I had to assume was an equally overwhelming urge to surrender to her.

“Such strength of will... such strength of sex and spirit!” Her body shuddered and tensed as this time, I think it was his dominance over her that was turning Moly on. “If ever there was a creature worthy of not just my throne, but my very race, it is YOU, Dragon Lord Vesuvius!”

“Then at long last, you see the truth, my soon-to-be-conquered Queen,” he rumbled happily. “For your beautiful body—and my ultimate erotic victory—is in my grasp! I can sense your imminent rapture, and with it comes my clan’s triumph over your Kingdom! Within mere seconds, I will make your entire race my harem and hoard!”

“Yes! YES!” I heard one of Moly’s more powerful-looking Praetorian guards plead and fall flat on his back to frantically stroke and pleasure himself, even reaching down to insert a talon or two into his own tail in fantasy.

A smirking Midnight noticed and instantly opened a portal in front of him. A quartet of adolescents charged in upon seeing him, turning him into their tuck toy as two drakes took his tail with all four organs from behind and beneath him while the two drakinas availed themselves of his spear and beak.

“As temporarily content as that might make us, I think not. For we are not cubs, nor possessions to be kept! Tempting though your offer is, I consider this to be a test of our race’s resolve—and my own!”Queen Molyneux told him, then looked out over the chamber again, her eyes falling on the magic being cast by her mages through their spears instead of their staves. I daresay all of the eaglesses had acquired male equipment and more than a few of the tiercels now had nests and teats as well, their beaks gaping as they experienced being rutted as a female for the first time.

But it wasn’t that so much as the giant and quite explicit statue of Moly that slowly sprouted right out of the smooth stone surface of the central chamber, in what had to be yet another manifestation of the alternate reality leaking into this one.

Its gold-infused onyx structure expanded and grew with the sound of creaking rock as her form slowly materialized from the floor to show her standing upright with widely flared wings and truly impressive belly breasts, showing her wearing only a short robe and crown. The former was hourglass-shaped to allow her wings to be free while the latter sat high on her head, which was arched back and turned to the side slightly. She also had her eyes closed and beak slightly open with her tongue protruding from it in an odd manner like she was French kissing someone

It also showed her rear thrust out behind her to be well-presented with her tail curled high, while in front, she was using the long ribbed shaft of her royal scepter as a sex toy, which was topped with a crystalline horse cock.

But the most notable feature of all to her new depiction wasn’t any of those. It was the enormous griffon phallus protruding from the top of her highly detailed stone slit to hang proudly in the air high over the surrounding floor, easily the size of the Dragon Lord and then some.

Though Vesuvius didn’t see it since he was looking away, Moly did over his shoulder. And seeing herself in an altered state, she gained an odd grin. “But as I admit this battle still teeters on the edge, it would seem that another tactic is called for…”

Sugar High: Oh! OH! I bet I know what’s going to happen! She’s going to shove him back on her new statue’s griffon cock to give him a massive prostate exam! She knows that should be enough to get him off before her!

Fertile Fields: I don’t know, Pinkie. Might work, but it seems like cheating to me if she uses an outside weapon, even if it’s just a giant stone dildo off her own statue! Still, I can’t help but admire her for holding him off as long as she did.

Hyperdash: Eh, all’s fair in love and war, AJ. And if you think about it, this ‘mating round’ of theirs is basically both. I mean, it’s not like we haven’t cheated in our competitions with each other before!

Crystal Queen: Speak for yourself, Dashie. I say that if she cannot overcome the Dragon Lord on her own, then she deserves to be defrocked!

Hyperdash: HEY! Only AJ and Gilda get to call me that, Rarity! So don’t do it again, or else!

Crystal Queen: Or else WHAT, ‘My Little Dashie’? Will you and ‘Jackie’ team up to punish me?

Fertile Fields: You know, you’re really asking for it, Rares. HEY! And stop sending us pics of yourself bent over the bed!

Hyperdash: Urk… and holding her cheeks apart for us both… damn, you look so soft and smooth, and then there’s that gloriously dripping slit…. NO! DO NOT WANT!

Sugar High: Oh! OH! Send it to me, too!

Fluttershine: And me. You know, if that’s okay… I just got it. Oh, my.

Fertile Fields: Don’t lie, Rainbow. She ain’t my type, but for as hard and horny as I am again, Reckon I’d tap that ass something fierce!

Crystal Queen: Well! At least you have some taste, darling. Enough that I’ll even forgive your use of profanity!

Daydream: Uh, girls? We’re getting into seriously dangerous territory here. I mean it, don’t start something you can’t stop! And good guess, Pinkie, but not quite. I just came again, so you’ll have to wait and see until after our chat with Celly and Lulu tomorrow. It’s 4 AM and I need some sleep more than sex right now, so I’ll resume writing the story then.

Sugar High: Aw… but now I’ll be up all night wondering! Literally!

Hyperdash: Yeah, way to leave off on a cliffhanger, Sunny-D!

Daydream: Sorry, ‘Dashie’, but if you’re still hard and worried about being too showy for our two Principals, and you don’t want to be thinking about Rarity’s rear? Then try not to fantasize about Scoots being swept up in the friendship games insanity along with the rest of the DST and their freshmen friends.

Hyperdash: What? NO! Nononono! Hey! Stop recording, you stupid smartphone! I didn’t press ‘speech to text!’ Ack! Don’t show them that! What? Dammit, STOP TAKING VIDEO OF ME! And stop thinking about Scoots and Rarity, brain! I don’t even like them like that! Even if Rares looks really good bent over and I love the idea of Scoots being reamed by dragon and griffon dicks along with the rest of the DST… ACK! No, don’t come! DON’T COME! AHHHHH!

Daydream: Wow. Hands-free and right into her room poster of her and Scoots covered in mud and really clingy clothes at last summer’s sisterhood social, then falling back onto her bed to cream her own face and chest…

Fertile Fields: HAHHAHAHAHA! Thanks, Rainbow! Best laugh I’ve had in weeks! I’ll be playing this back all night!

Crystal Queen: Ha! Serves you right for mocking my ‘dick pics’, Dashie! And thank you for the video! I can’t wait to share it with the DST!

Hyperdash: NONONONONO!

* * * * *

Well, it’s evening the next day, and the talk with Celly and Lulu never happened. They canceled and didn’t even show up at school today, saying that they were sick and leaving Ms. Zecora in charge temporarily. So instead of talking to them, we spent lunch chatting with each other, trying to set some boundaries and rules. We really needed to since things are getting way too tempting of late.

These rules include no more excessive teasing or uninvited dick pics. More generally, nobody is to do anything that makes anybody uncomfortable, and everyone is to erase what pics and videos we already had. Given what happened over the holidays last year, we all know how dangerous it is to leave that stuff on our smartphones, and how swiftly it could spread if it got out. And for as much as I like the idea of the school full of futa, there’d be no way in either the Earth or Tellusian underworlds we could keep the portal or magic a secret after that.

As for why our principals canceled meeting us, I can think of a few reasons, and most involve rediscovering their equine equipment. I admit I’m tempted to e-mail them and ask, but if I’m wrong…

Fertile Fields: Yeah, I’m with you, filly. Whatever the reason, let them come to us. We got a reprieve, though, so let’s make the most of it! Now that we don’t have that hanging over our heads, I’ve been dying to hear what Moly actually did!

Hyperdash: Me too! If only to flush the fantasies I was having all last night.

Crystal Queen: Fantasies of me, darling? Or Scootaloo?

Hyperdash: I, uh, Plead the Fifth on that.

Fertile Fields: Plead the Fifth? But that never works in Ace Attorney!

Hyperdash: I ain’t a witness in court, and I ain't telling you nothing, AJ! Unless I’m maybe being interrogated by Mia Fey channeled by Pearl… because she’s droolworthy like that!

Sugar High: Oooo… good choice!

Fertile Fields: OBJECTION! We have evidence, Dash—that video we all saw! Even if it’s now deleted.

Crystal Queen: And even so, I could always dress Applejack up like that, Rainbow! Or myself!

Hyperdash: Urk! Don’t you DARE!

Fertile Fields: I dare you, Rares! Though come to think of it, Ace Attorney might be a good Halloween costume theme for us this fall?

Crystal Queen: Oh my! You’re right! It’s still five months off, but I’ll start designing outfits immediately! I already know who I will dress as, but who would you like to be, Fluttershy?

Fluttershine: Me? I always liked Pearly, myself. You know, if it’s not too much trouble.

Crystal Queen: Not at all! And what about you, Pinkie? I suppose you’ll want to be that rather questionable clown from the second game?

Sugar High: What, HIM? No way! He’s TOTALLY unfunny and TOTALLY not like me! I’m Maya! I’M MAYA!

Crystal Queen: Sold, darling! And you, Sunset?

Daydream: Not even a question for me, Rarity. Athena Cykes, hands down! I mean, I not only really like her character, but I even look like her!

Hyperdash: Just looked her up. Huh. Actually, yeah, ya kinda do…

Daydream: Yep! But getting back to the story…

I admit that when Moly’s new dragon-sized statue sprouted right in the middle of her throne room, my first thought—and hope, if I’m being honest—was exactly what Pinkie suggested: she was going to try and push his prostate pleasure button by backing him into her sculpture’s cock, forcing his rear to take her statue’s phallus right up the tail to make him orgasm before her. It seemed the most likely course of action for her to take, even if I couldn’t see how she was going to do that pinned against a wall with her limbs restrained and wings too sexually stiff to be used.

In hindsight, I should have known better. The last time I saw that sly look on Moly’s face, it was at the state dinner I attended, where she caught a noble who thought he had hidden his treachery from her in an inconsistency which led to a chain of contradictions. From those she was able to discern his greater plan and scheme along with all his fellow plotters, and then had him and his cabal dragged off for interrogation.

Fertile Fields: Wow. And all that just when we were talking about Ace Attorney. So she hit the press button on him, found a contradiction, and then got him to incriminate not just himself, but all his co-conspirators!

Daydream: Oh, yeah. I also remember that afterwards, she gave Prince Blueblood a long stare across the dinner table. That might have been the one time I saw him nervous and sweating. I still don’t know what it was about, except that he might have had some small part of the plot the Queen uncovered.

Hyperdash: Wait—*Prince* Blueblood? You’re talking about Principal Celly’s nephew? Far as I know, he’s just some puffed up twerp obsessed with his appearance working at the Superintendent’s office. He’s a total snob who’s run for city council twice and lost. The students call him Blueballs because every girl rejects him. From what I can tell, the reason we don’t see him around that much is ‘cause even Celly and Lulu don’t like him!

Daydream: Oh, believe me, it’s the same in Equestria. The Prince treats his servants like crap and is always scheming to gain more power. Princess Celly tolerates him for being family, but that’s about it, while Lulu just plain loathes him from what Spike the dragon said. As for what happened at the state dinner, I guess Moly was warning him that she knew what he’d done and not to try any more funny business with her. Far as I know, he didn’t after that. But anyway, we’re getting sidetracked again, so…

But instead of planning to use that new statue of herself against the Dragon Lord double-dicking her (how’s that for alliteration, girls?) I think Moly’s smile meant that she was yet again a step ahead of all of us—that she had just realized something to see it suddenly appear. Realized that as the other X-rated dimension’s influence was continuing to soak in and alter her own, everything and everyone was being affected. And that included her. How did it affect her, you ask…?

Well, it turned out that statue wasn’t just an idealization, as it was at just that moment she suddenly grew an identical griffie cock of her own! Just like ours later, it came in separate from her clit, sprouting right out of a point just above her slit. Despite her predicament, she got this delighted smile and even Vesuvius looked stunned to see it. His snout fell open as he beheld it hanging off of Moly to the side, still engorging and already starting to drool onto the floor below.

“Ancestors above!” she said in amazement and delight, and in hindsight, it was inevitable that she’d get it. I mean, think about it—a Griffon Queen from that alternate reality would pretty much have to be a futa! “Am I really…?”

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords… Indeed, you are!” Vesuvius exclaimed, his dilated pupils suddenly filled with Moly’s new equipment as he slowed his thrusts into her, then chuckled as Moly’s amazed servants looked on; even the dragons in the room had stopped to stare at her.

“Impressive and unexpected though that is, it does not save you, Queen Molyneux. Just the opposite, in fact—if your mages gave that to you in hopes it would aid you, that constitutes cheating and a duel forfeit! You broke the terms of our battle. And thus, by the longstanding laws of your own race, you lose! This means your Kingdom is now mine!” he all but cackled.

“In that, you are wrong on both counts, my powerful and virile Vesuvius,” Moly told him, suddenly looking completely unconcerned at her predicament. The impression I got was that she was savoring the moment before she struck back even as she still hung helpless before him, pinned against the wall with both her orifices being pounded while her forelegs remained ensnared by the Dragon Lord’s tail, holding her entire body effortlessly in the air.

“My new spear did NOT come from my Magus, and I can prove it. For if you see that new statue behind you, it was already mine. Or more precisely, mine in this OTHER realm that continues to infect us. No, INFUSE us!” she quickly corrected herself. “And thus, I gain the erotic attributes and abilities of my counterpart there, through no fault or intention of my own!”

“So I see…” Vesuvius said with a glance back over his shoulder at the new statue, staring at it lasciviously for it with a lick of his draconic lips. “Very well, then. Our duel continues, my drake-equipped Queen, but your defeat is even more assured! For if you are not used to having a phallus of your own, I daresay it becomes your downfall!” He accented his words with a sharp puff of hot breath and smoke onto her throbbing flesh, eliciting a shuddering gasp from Moly.

“Ancestors… I had no idea it felt so… AH!” Her words caught in her throat as Vesuvius grasped the organ and began to stroke it, causing her hips to buck as she fought the urge to reach her first male orgasm with all her might.

“That’s right, my soon-to-be-Mistress Molyneux. Its size and sensations are overpowering if you are not used to them. Even for one as experienced as me, the urge to climax is almost irresistible when properly stimulated, and you may recall that my smoke is in itself a potent aphrodisiac whose mere caress increases ecstasy,” he reminded her with a toothy grin to see her gaped-open beak again.

“Between my own drakehoods filling you and your own already oozing in my practiced grasp, you have but moments before climax claims you. The only question now is, will you reach rapture from your new spear first? Or from mine buried so deep within your Queenly body?” he wondered idly.

Fertile Fields: Okay, I’m really starting to dislike this drake! He’s so dang smug. And I don’t appreciate him trying to win on a technicality, either!

Daydream: In fairness, he’s pretty much acting like the old me would have if I were in that position, AJ. Except I wouldn’t have fought fair from the get-go.

Crystal Queen: I find him less smug than supremely confident, darling. And that in itself is attractive!

Hyperdash: Speak for yourself, Rares! Far as I’m concerned, he’s just an overconfident braggart who needs to be taken down a peg!

Fertile Fields: Heh. Reckon it takes one to know one, Rainbow…

Hyperdash: HEY!

Sugar High: Come on, MOLY! Take that new cock and shove it where the sun don’t shine!

Fluttershine: Oh! Will she? I would love to see that. Or did I already?

Daydream: I could tell you, but… well, just keep reading, ‘Futashy’. 😏

Fluttershine: Oh, my. Every time I’m called that I feel so…

“I have a better question,” Moly managed through some bit off trills and a cock that was spurting clear fluid a bit harder with each thrust into her and simultaneous talon squeeze of her shaft. Her new essence was flung far from her, and as usual, it somehow found her two teenage cubs, coating them with a fresh layer of sensual fluid as they could only clutch themselves at the sight of their mother on the verge of defeat. “Shall I keep you as my consort when all this is over? Or punish your entire clan for such brazen affronts to my Kingdom and honor, keeping them—and you! –as our sensual servants?”

But Vesuvius was unimpressed, emphasizing his dominant position by giving her boobs a grope. “Such boastful bravado in the face of defeat! You are truly a griffon in body and soul, but it all ends here. Do not fight it, my lovely and lustful queen. You know that your new phallus is but one more toy for my entire clan’s pleasure, just as your entire Kingdom of griffons becomes our concubines,” he whispered silkenly to her.

“A strangely tempting proposition. But I think not,” Moly replied as she stared down her body at his talons groping her four massive belly breasts, which wobbled hard and squirted fresh milk with every thrust. “For unless I miss my guess, I will be reversing the course of this sensual war in but a few… short… SECONDS!”

As she spoke, her body suddenly trembled and she took a deep breath, leaving me certain she was about to climax and lose the duel. But instead, there was another sharp creaking of stone from the new central statue as her cock-equipped visage suddenly grew a massive pair of testicles dangling directly beneath her sheath, hanging plump and proud, easily the equal or better of any of the already-enhanced tiercels in the room.

Hyperdash: Huh? She got balls? Even we don’t have those!

Fertile Fields: Reckon you sound a mite jealous, Rainbow!

Hyperdash: What? NO! Okay, maybe a little…

Fluttershine: Oh, um. I’d kind of like them.

Sugar High: Oh! Me too! ME TOO!

Crystal Queen: Though crudely stated, she’s got a good point, darling. From what you describe and from what I now recall, our two Principals got them. So why didn’t we?

Fertile Fields: At a guess, ours came from ascension while theirs was a gift from Middie. But maybe it’s just as well, y’all. Because if we did get them, we might have to worry about getting people pregnant!

Daydream: In all honesty, I’m not entirely certain that we don’t now. Maybe we should see if we have an actual sperm count before we accidentally knock somebody up?

Hyperdash: Seriously? Well, this should be good. Can’t wait to see the looks on the face of our family doctors when we ask for a test!

“Ah. Yet more toys to tease you with and another piece of unfamiliar anatomy you know nothing about, but I do.” Vesuvius didn’t even blink to see them sprout this time, giving them a leering look.

“Though I would never have thought I would accept a mate with male anatomy, so be it! It would seem the Gods themselves want you to serve my clan as both eagless and tiercel, my young and well-hung Queen. I will thus accept their offering with both humbleness and acclaim.” He openly mocked her with a grope of her ridiculously oversized balls that caused another quick spurt out the end of Moly’s new cock.

“Quite the contrary, my dashing but delusional Dragon Lord,” Moly replied, now outright laughing as still more of her body was turned into a toy. “What it means is very simple…”

And then, to the surprise of all and the visible shock of Vesuvius, she began forcing her foretalons apart, prying the tight grip of his tail open with sheer physical strength until they broke free with a shout of triumph. She did so a second before quite simply and emphatically boxing his hidden ears, causing him to gasp and go cross-eyed.

Finally getting some leverage, she curled her form back against the wall and brought both her legs up to not just shove him off her but blast him halfway across the room into the grip of her own statue, his twin drakehoods slipping free of her with a very loud and wet slurp.

I barely had time to process all that before she was on him again, propelling herself across the chamber with a single surprising wingbeat whose blast of wind bowled over her subjects as well as me and Fluttershy watching, leaving us on our backs staring up at the stormy sky for a second.

By the time we helped each other up, she was standing on her statue’s podium with the Dragon Lord in the same death grip he had her in just a minute earlier. Only this time, she had her suddenly much longer and strongertail wrapped around his serpentine one and forelegs, holding them up and away as a stunned and suddenly speechless Vesuvius could only dangle there in the air facing away from her, unable to stop her from doing what she wished to him.

And don’t think Moly didn’t know it. She just let him hang there helplessly for a few moments to drive home their reversal of fortunes as she stood upright in pure glee and triumph with her arms crossed over her belly boobs. She then stepped forward just enough for her new cock to start pressing into the exposed and puffy opening his raised tail revealed, earning a strangled sound as the Dragon Lord realized his state and her intent.

“What? NO!” He desperately flapped his wings and flailed his feet, but to no avail. His toe claws scrabbled against the smooth seed-slickened surface as this time, it was her positioning him over her throbbing phallus as he desperately tried to avoid being sunk upon it in front of his clan. Or worse, being made to cum from it.

“YES, my soon-to-be-servant! The end of this duel is nigh!” Moly said, and I found myself admiring her yet again as I realized that she figured out what would happen before anyone else. For even if the other X-rated realm was leaking into hers, one thing didn’t change from that other verse to this one:

The Griffon King or Queen would not be worthy of their throne unless they could fight to defend it. But if, in the other realm, they submitted their enemies sensually instead of through force of arms?

Then for Moly to be Queen there as well as here, her abilities to do so would have to be far over and above the griffon norm.

Which meant she had male equipment.

Which meant she had an overabundance of testosterone.

And that meant that despite all her feminine attributes, she also gained male size and strength.

That was borne out as she grew larger yet somehow didn’t lose her feminine form. Her entire body gained an impressive amount of size and additional sinew, yet it didn’t make her look like some roided-out freak.

No, it turned her into a freaking goddess of a griffon, able to take all comers from either gender, either figuratively or literally. In fact, she was not only now standing half a head taller than Vesuvius himself, but had become strong enough to restrain him just as thoroughly as he had her!

“And now, my soon-to-be-defrocked dragon lord, it is time to end this ill-thought amorous adventure by showing you the TRUE power of the griffon race!”

Hyperdash: You go, girl! Yeah, I’m turned on by this whole story—seeing Moly flip the script like that is awesome! —but what does this mean for us, then? If she got more T, does that mean we have more, too? And does that mean we’re stronger?

Crystal Queen: I believe we already discussed that in an earlier entry, darling. It is possible we do, given our greater sexual drive and, well, aggression, as the last few nights have shown. But we haven’t increased our overall size like Queen Moly did, so that would seem to speak against it. But I fear this is all idle speculation until and unless we get ourselves tested.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, reckon yer right, Rares. Speaking for myself, I don’t think I’m bigger—I mean, I’m pretty sure Apple Bloom and Big Mac would have mentioned it if I was—but I’m definitely stronger and got a lot more stamina now. So reckon we got two questions to answer: Is it due to more magic or testosterone? And if it’s the big T, where’s it coming from?

Fluttershine: Oh. Um, I remember they said in biology class that the adrenal glands are another source of testosterone, and it exists in both genders. So maybe it’s possible that the flow from them has increased in us, then?

Hyperdash: Well, I admit sprouting a massive griffie-knotted horse boner is a hell of a rush, doubly so since I was like Sour Sweet before all this—I didn’t even like cocks! But an adrenaline rush…?

Sugar High: Who CARES where it comes from? I just know I like it! And our new cocks!

Hyperdash: I care, Pinkie! So now we got TWO things to get checked for—sperm and testosterone! Man, I can’t wait to see the face of Nurse Redheart in the clinic when we ask to arrange tests.

Sugar High: Oh! We should TOTALLY record her reaction and post it to the school bulletin boards!

Daydream: Uh, I’m really not sure that she’d appreciate that, or that we should be spreading any of this around. But getting back on topic… the duel ain’t done, gang. The best part of all is coming. And I do mean that literally.

Sugar High: DO TELL! DO TELL!

One thing I learned about Moly really quickly was that when she says she’s going to do something, she isn’t just saying it. She doesn’t make idle threats or promises she doesn’t intend to keep, ever. It was a lesson Vesuvius was quickly coming to learn as Moly turned the tables on him for what seemed certain to be the final time. He was helpless to resist her as his exposed backside hung before her, her new spear already starting to nestle its way in.

Feeling its encroachment, he again tried to pull away only to find that he couldn’t. Just like what had happened with Moly before, it seemed like every attempt to evade her intrusion only caused his rear to settle in deeper against the tip of her enormous but tapered griffon spear, smearing the clear fluid that was already drooling gallons of slick pre-seed between his cheeks.

It soaked quickly into his own sphincter, causing it to contract once and then open wider just as Moly’s tip found it. It slipped inside to the shock of his clan and the cheering delight of her soldiers; my memory’s a little fuzzy on the point, but I might have cheered and called her name out myself, given her ears perked and she suddenly looked up for a moment at what might have been the sound of my voice.

But even if she thought she heard me and recognized me, I wasn’t her biggest issue just then—taking the tail of Vesuvius was! “Wh… what?” Was all he could say at first to feel his anatomy invaded, and perhaps the stretching of the sensitive flesh as I saw him visibly shiver as his own Moly-slickened drakehoods suddenly spurted. “Wh-what are you—"

“I am conquering you, Dragon Lord!” Moly told him, her eyes closed as his body slowly sank down on her spear. Vesuvius was right about one thing, though—as she was still unfamiliar with her new anatomy and had already been on the verge of a spectacular climax repeatedly, she was still in danger of doing so. “And when you fall to my new phallus, so does your entire clan!”

Despite her boast, I could tell she was trying with all her might not to come, as not just her flinching hips but flushed cheeks and panting beak showed how close she was as she licked her cheeks with a tongue that had suddenly gotten much longer. But take it from me again—never bet against Moly in a contest of wits or wills. She came up with this plan despite how desperate for release and tempted to lose she was, and it’s ultimately what saved not just her, but the entire Gryphon Kingdom.

With those words, she gave her first true thrust of her hips into him, breaking past his remaining resistance to sink a third of her new phallus into his virgin tail. “NO!” A now frantic and flailing Vesuvius called as his body was slowly claimed by her, cobalt-blue smoke and flame leaking out around his teeth as his passions were driven ever-higher.

“And just what are you complaining about, not-so-mighty dragon lord? I am simply granting you the exact same attention and affection that you did me! For we Gryphons ALWAYS give as good as we get, whether in love, sex, or battle! I would hope that the great Galena Gladius taught you THAT if nothing else!”

I swore I could all but hear her using the old spelling of griffon as she spoke. For as much as she’d struggled with him before, she wasn’t even breaking a sweat at that point as she held him up off the ground solely with her tail, which I again emphasize was longer and thicker than before. Her wingspan was also wider, which makes sense if you think about—given how flight-oriented they are, they’re an enormous object of sexual fixation to griffies; eaglesses with well-groomed wings and exotic plumage always turn tiercel heads.

Fertile Fields: And mine too! I really like seeing Rainbow and Flutters with wings. Dang, I’m starting to remember more of this now, maybe because I really did want Moly to take it to that drake! I hate braggarts!

Hyperdash: And yet you love me?

Fertile Fields: Yeah, well, you can back it up! Okay, I guess he could too, but still…

Daydream: Actually, I’m with you, AJ. I started off really wanting him to put Moly in her place, but by the end? Yeah, she’d won me over. And considering how much I disliked her before, that’s saying a lot. Kind of wish I could see her again now, just to apologize for everything. Or actually, apologize to her *again*, since she won’t remember the first time I did it.

Crystal Queen: Wait—you apologized to her during the Friendship Games, darling? I don’t remember that!

Sugar High: Me neither!

Fluttershine: Or me.

Daydream: Not surprising, since that happened after everyone on this side was asleep. I’ll tell you all about it later when we reach that point in the story, but for now…

Unable to stop her, he could only take it as she continued to press her new spear into his rear. The steadily deepening penetration caused him to gasp and gape, unable to cope with such an unfamiliar but overwhelming sensation as a dragon-sized griffon shaft filling his tail, especially when the thickest part her bulb began to impinge on his sphincter.

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords…” I swore his voice suddenly sounded like a teenage eagless discovering what sex was for the first time as Moly’s new spear steadily pried him open, plumbing his depths before her awestruck subjects and stunned adolescent dragons.

Have to say, she presented quite the triumphant picture just then, standing upright on two legs in front of her own statue with her arms crossed over her chest and a satisfied smirk on her face, letting gravity alone combined with his own wriggling to slowly work her new cock in deeper. It left his legs and toe claws alternately flexed and flailing, leaving me the impression he was fighting himself, trying equal parts to both prevent or encourage the penetration of his plot. “This… you…”

But he couldn’t pull away, and at this point, neither could Moly. “Don’t fight it, Dragon Lord…” she mocked him as he continued to slowly sink onto her bus-sized spear meter by magnificent meter. “You make a fine female! But Ancestors above, you were right about one thing—these male sensations are indeed exquisite! And your tail is so deliciously tight… it feels tailor-made for my new malehood! So perhaps you had it backwards all along—we are indeed meant for each other, but it was YOUR race meant to sensually serve MINE!”

Her words were chosen to provoke him, and they certainly succeeded as he gasped and gaped again, his body going limp for a moment as the top of Moly’s new bulb reached his opening and slowly began pushing in, spreading his sphincter even wider. “I… I…” was all he could manage as her well-chosen words got a reaction throughout both the throne room and city.

Seeing her example and newly enhanced form, her soldiers and subjects once again turned on the dragons. They quickly assumed dominant positions in their many encounters as drakes and drakinas alike were occasionally grabbed right out of the air. They were then thrown on their backs to shortly have all their orifices filled with talons and tongues, teats and cocks. Occasionally the latter belonged to Caleponians as opposed to griffons, but given they were and are Kingdom subjects, it was a distinction without a difference as their even larger equine organs bulged many a dragon belly.

And yet, it didn’t end there. Even the enormous adults were suddenly ensnared by Magus magic, or more remarkably, by giant griffon statues they were pleasuring themselves again that somehow came to life and moved their limbs with deep rumbles of stone to grab dragon ones, holding them fast as onyx spears were sunk into drake tails and drakina nests alike.

“I knew it,” came a slightly disgusted yet satisfied voice through the portal to the dragon lands, where Obsidian Ire was now perched atop one of the males as Rarity sat on his snout, the pair mashing chests over him while servicing multiple drakes around them at once with fingers, talon and muzzle. “An overconfident idiot, as always.”

“You said it, darling,” I heard Rarity answer around kisses of her. “He is so unworthy!”

“So he ends up the sensual servant of the griffon queen while his clan ends up enslaved to her race? How apt a fate for the once-great Vesuvius,” snickered Orange Crush as she held the blue drakina’s head between her legs. “Our dragon lord would never be so incredibly stupid as to challenge their Queen in her own sanctum! Don’t you agree, Princess?”

“Father…” was all she could murmur as she greedily lapped at her clan sister’s snatch. “Forgive me.”

Though I wasn’t immediately certain why she was asking for that, I didn’t have much chance to wonder as the thickest part of Moly’s bulb entered the Dragon Lord’s tail. The ultimate intrustion earned a rumbling groan and tremor of his entire tortured form, struggling with every last ounce of his faltering will to not climax.

“And so does our epic battle of erotic wills end, my soon-to-be vanquished Vesuvius. For once you are dammed,” —and just to be clear, that’s dammed like a beaver dam, not the curseword, Rarity; it’s their term for knotting— “you and your race will be bound to me, body and soul. When the thickest part of my bulb reaches your pleasure button, you will be helpless to stop yourself from climaxing. And then victory will be MINE!” she said to a series of roars and trilling cheers.

“No…” Vesuvius said again. “I can’t lose… can’t be claimed… not like this!” He managed one last desperate effort to free himself, but yet again, all he accomplished was to work Moly’s bulb in deeper. “I invoke the Ancient Dragon Lords themselves… for the honor of my race and clan, aid me NOW!” he pleaded as Moly just laughed and her bulb began to fully disappear inside of the drake’s backside.

“And just what, pray tell, dost thou expect them to do, unworthy ruler? Reward thee for thy failure? Or bless thy arrogance and idiocy in challenging us by turning you into a true female so you may carry our cubs?” she suggested slyly, speaking in the Royal Voice to further emphasize her victory. “‘Twould serve thee right if they did!”

“No!” The Dragon Lord’s eyes bulged and he trembled as he felt Moly’s bulb begin to impinge on his prostate. “If I fall, it must be from a fair fight! You were enhanced from the other realm by happenstance, Queen Molyneux! So I must be as well!” he pleaded to his Gods again as Moly only laughed.

“We admit that the Ancestors in effect answered our prayer, Dragon Lord, by infusing us with the erotic attributes of our counterpart from this other realm. But will they see fit to answer thine own before thou loseth this duel in mere seconds?” she wondered aloud, clearly believing that they wouldn’t. But she hadn’t even finished speaking before another sharp creak and rumble of moving stone was heard again.

As if in response to the Queen’s derisive question, a second dragon sized statue of gold-plated onyx then began to grow on the other side of the room, facing that of Moly from the wall she’d previously been pinned against.

The loud sound and subsequent shaking of the entire chamber grabbing everyone’s attention again, the sculpture soon took the size and shape of Vesuvius himself, except he was even larger in height and wingspan, with his two equally enhanced drakehoods prominently displayed along with the scepter that was still stabbed into the floor of the throne room from where he’d left it on upon first entering.

But instead of simply increasing in size, they had become almost snakelike, tracing impossibly sinuous curves into the air like they were two tentacles instead of a pair of rigid phalluses, one of which his statue stroked while the other was bent towards his muzzle where his equally long and serpentine tongue wrapped repeatedly around it almost to its base.

Remarkably, his visage also gained a pair of scaled balls deployed from his far more pronounced and prominent draconic slit while four more phallic tendrils also sprouted out of view from his upper back, with them simply displaying themselves while the fourth was bent backwards behind him, presumably to service his own tail.

Seeing his statue’s altered state, Vesuvius grinned gleefully; having seen Moly’s transformation, he no doubt knew the implications instantly even before his body began to violently tremble and he emitted a keening griffon-like trill.

I thought he was cumming for a moment—too little, too late in that case! —but his cock didn’t erupt. Instead, his entire form began to swell along with his twin drakehoods as a pair of impressive car-sized balls suddenly emerged from his slit to drop between his legs. His twin spears extended further and began to almost undulate in the air as his wings and muscles likewise grew, but that wasn’t the only anatomical change as he abruptly sprouted four tendril-like appendages from his upper back and shoulders, just above his wingbase.

As suddenly silent and open-muzzled Moly watched in astonishment, they grew swiftly outward and became capped with a phallic protrusion as his tongue likewise lengthened, now hanging more than halfway down to the floor.

“Yes… YES!” Vesuvius shouted, not in ecstasy but in answered prayer as he beheld his altered anatomy. “So, I am worthy of aid! As you have gained new strength and sensual attributes from this other realm, Queen Molyneux, so have I!” he stated in triumph as he broke free of her grip as easily as she had his, but found he couldn’t pull away—not with her bulb already deeply embedded within him.

“Impressive and unquestionably alluring! But too little, too late, Dragon Lord!” Moly echoed my own thoughts, picking up the pace of her thrusts into him. “As the base of my spear has already set itself deep in you, your own erotic ascension becomes your undoing! For just as you claimed with me, the unfamiliarity and sensitivity of your new anatomy only means you fall to my sexual supremacy faster!”

“On the contrary, Queen Molyneux…” Vesuvius said through a grin and gritted teeth. “It means my tolerance of intense sensation is raised along with my ability to feel it! It also means I can now give as good as I get! For example…”

He reached back with two of his four new back tendrils to encircle Moly’s limbs. But instead of pushing her away, he pulled her close as the two lowest snaked around the base of Moly’s haunches, seeking her two openings.

“Ah!” Moly said just before her beak was filled with the newly lengthened and thickened snakelike tongue of Vesuvius, silencing her speech as it began moving in and out of her maw, swiftly thickening at its end into a full-blown draconic cock.

His two higher back tendrils reached down to begin squeezing and milking her boobs, winding in and out of them before their ends nestled between them, both stimulating and forcing them to perform paizuri on his flexible tendrils. His hands now free, he reached back with them to grab at her flanks and knead them, pulling her cheeks apart to allow his tendrils deeper access, at least twenty feet of them disappearing inside her before they began pistoning in and out of her in alternating rhythm.

To her credit, Moly didn’t give up. She went for his own unfamiliar anatomy—his new balls—and began to caress and roll them in her talons as the tips of their equally large wings intertwined.

Vesuvius gave a shuddering grasp as the unfamiliar contact; his new testicles noticeably contracting for a moment as his two cocks gave a weak spurt. They waved in front of him somewhat uncontrollably, shooting pre in every direction, including some that went right through the portal Fluttershy and I were watching through to land on our chests.

It was very hot and heady, the spoor of it suffusing our noses alone enough to make us want to make love again. But we settled for clutching each other and rubbing the liquid into each other’s skin as the duel of Queen Moly and the Dragon Lord finally reached its inevitable—and quite literal—climax.

“Your form is so powerful… and so sensual… cannot resist…” Moly said as she clutched at his chest and the base of his twin cocks, her back trying to repeatedly arch into him; her eyes starting to squeeze shut and throat milking his new tongue cock before she snapped them open again. “NO! I cannot come first…” I wasn’t sure how she said that with a full mouth, but she did.

“Nor can I! But by the Ancient Lords themselves, you’re so deep… I feel so full… I’m being bred like a drakina before my entire clan… and I LOVE it!” Vesuvius exclaimed as they began to move in tandem, the pair clutching at each other.

“The feeling is mutual, mighty Dragon Lord! And from it I now know… that we were BOTH right, yet wrong! Our races are indeed meant for each other, but not as master and servant! We are in fact EQUALS!” were the final words Moly uttered as climax then claimed them both! Each cried out so loudly that it seemed certain all Arnau could hear them; Vesuvius announced his orgasm by both roaring and erupting blue flame from his maw, his twin cocks spraying seed in every direction while Moly likewise trilled so loudly the sound echoed repeatedly throughout the hall as she emptied her new balls into him, with both barely able to remain upright on the strength of their respective sex-stiffened wings.

For as much cum as Vesuvius had coated the room with before, it was tripled in his fully enhanced form, with each eruption from his twin serpentine cocks hitting everything from statues to individual griffons with unerring accuracy, creating a flood that swept griffon and adolescent dragon alike off their feet and into piles with each other. And this time, it was the drakes and drakinas who ended up in provocative poses with the statues of griffon rulers past, trapped in their embrace with stone tails and talons somehow moving to grasp them

It was no different for Vesuvius himself as his stomach bulged from the massive amount of eagless seed—now there’s a term I never thought I’d say! —being spewed into him. His own tendrils gave the same treatment in turn to Moly with a series of visibly pumping motions that caused sharp squirts of thick cream out around the edges of her sex and sphincter.

Through it all, I clutched at Fluttershy, the pair of us kissing frantically. Our hands were on each other’s breasts and between each other’s legs as we saw the scene unfold, spreading dragon seed all over each other and even inserting it inside. By my jealous love for Celly herself, I couldn’t help it—I still didn’t like Moly, and part of me was mildly disappointed that she’d turned the tables on him, but damn, girl… I mean, how could you not be affected by all that?

Fertile Fields: I’m with you, filly! I just pulled a Rarity and came all over myself inside my nightshirt! It was the only way to contain the mess, and it’s now so soaked I’m gonna have to go to the shower to peel it off and hope Big Mac and Apple Bloom don’t see me in the hall. Gotta say, I remembered a couple flashes of that fight as you went along, but the images alone combined with your description were enough to push me over the edge!

Crystal Queen: And me as well! Again! I regret I’m going to have to sneak all my sheets and blankets downstairs into the wash and pull out a sleeping bag now given… well, see for yourself if you wish. Another ‘dick pic’ for your viewing pleasure!

Fluttershine: Oh, my. You came lying down on your bed. Were you thrusting between your pillows beneath the blanket?

Crystal Queen: Yes, darling. And I came with both barrels, trying to contain the mess to the pillowcases. I failed as my dual drakehoods slipped free and spattered the ceiling fan, which I had on to try and keep me cool! It flung my essence everywhere and is now a mess along with my entire room, yet I don’t mind at all! By my beloved drakes, I love how virile and utterly alive I feel!

Hyperdash: I’m with you, too, sister! I wasn’t sure about these cocks at first, but damn, do they feel good! I had a couple towels ready this time, but I still came so hard I shot right over them and hit my autographed poster of Derring Do! Aw, man… so who won the duel if they both came together?

Sugar High: That’s what *I* wanna know! Come on, Sunset, don’t leave us hanging! It couldn’t have ended there!

Daydream: It didn’t, but give me a few minutes, fillies. You aren’t the only ones who came so hard it was all you could do not to scream.

Fertile Fields: At least you live alone! I sure as hay don’t! Had to bite my tongue to keep from calling out!

Daydream: Yeah, but the walls of my apartment aren’t thick, you know. Don’t need the neighbors talking! Okay, I think I’m ready to go again… both figuratively and literally! Wow, I just came harder than ever before, and yet I’m already erect again!

Hyperdash: You and me both, Sunny-D!

Daydream: Watch yourself, ‘Dashie’. Or I won’t spare the detail on when you hooked up with griffie Gilda!

Hyperdash: You better not spare ANY of it!

Just like with us, it was several minutes before either Moly or Vesuvius could move again, having collapsed into a heap of panting and quivering bodies once their orgasms were spent. Which, after so much build-up, wasn’t for over a minute; you could see the spasms wracking them and the waves of pleasure washing over them.

They called to their Ancestors and Ancient Dragon Lords, they called to each other, and finally, they simply stopped talking as both remained deeply embedded within the other, simply savoring the moment and their own afterglow.

A hush fell over the onlookers again as they fell with a heavy thump to the ground that shook the hall and temporarily cracked the floor—damn, just how much restorative magic did that building have to be able to repair all the damage from what, like Pinkie said, was basically a Kaiju fight? —and I think it was because nobody was sure who won.

Their climaxes appeared to be simultaneous, but what did that mean for the duel outcome? Who had just lost their Kingdom? And whose race would now be sexually subservient to the other?

Fertile Fields: Yeah, that’s what I wanna know! I mean, dang, never mind how hot that all was, the outcome was basically like flipping a coin and having it land on edge!

Sugar High: I don’t know who won and I don’t care! Best! Kaiju fight! EVER! Even if it was a little light on destruction…

Crystal Queen: My! So they both evolved into equally potent sex fiends? Not even we got all the additional anatomy they did!

Daydream: Turning green with envy, filly?

Crystal Queen: Most certainly not! Green is SO last year! But I unquestionably do find myself admiring the Dragon Lord’s new form. If only I could be that big so I could make love to him like Moly did!

Hyperdash: Eh, he’s okay. I definitely like Moly’s new anatomy, though! I mean, boobs AND balls? Sign me up! How about you, Flutters?

Fluttershine: Oh. Um, I wouldn’t say no to them. I love the idea of being able to impregnate everyone.

Fertile Fields: Say WHAT now?

Daydream: Uh, right. Moving on…

The answer to those questions finally came as the pair slowly stirred, rumbling softly and moving against each other as they lay on their sides, with Moly still spooning Vesuvius from behind. “Awake yet, my virile dragon Lord?” she called out somewhat sleepily. “I would hardly blame you if you weren’t.”

“I am…” he confirmed, still panting lightly with his twin serpentine cocks lying slack, still oozing enough spooge—yeah, I’ll use the furry term for the sake of alliteration—to fill a small swimming pool. “But despite my submissive position, it would seem that our epic and erotic duel of destiny was not decisive. And I find myself at a loss as to what it means.”

“As do I,” Moly agreed. “Even as distracted as I was, I could discern no difference in which instant we reached rapture. Could you?”

“I could not,” Vesuvius admitted, his long tongue back to normal as he retracted it into his maw. “Though I doubt I could have discerned it anyway; all I could think or sense in that instant was the feel of your exquisite body against me. And inside me.”

“The feeling was mutual, Dragon Lord; so lost as I was in these new male sensations. And as our mutual subjects appear completely uncertain, it would seem that they couldn’t tell, either,” Moly mused to take a look around them, seeing her son and daughter frozen in their embrace and covered in cum, seemingly holding their breath as they awaited an outcome they still weren’t certain of. “From this, I can only conclude that we truly did come as one.”

“As much as I may not wish to, I must concur. Very well, my courageous warrior-queen. But even if there is no victor, I cannot help but note that I lie before you as much drakina as drake now, brought to rapture from your new male anatomy,” he said, wriggling against her.

“And I, from yours. Your new tendrils make exquisite serpentine spears, able to pleasure any piece of anatomy from any angle,” she complimented him. “From the sensual boons we both gained, it would seem that not just my Ancestors but your Ancient Dragon Lords decreed that this duel ended in a draw. Or was our sensual evolution YOUR doing, alien alicorn?” she abruptly turned her gaze on Midnight through the open portal to the Hall of Heroes.

“Be assured that it was not me, Queen Molyneux,” Midnight replied with a satisfied expression, her arms crossed over her chest. “Or at least, not directly. I am responsible insofar as I found the alternate reality of the Gryphon Imperium and encouraged its influence to seep into this realm. But I did not pick and choose how and when it did so, nor did I anticipate just how it would affect you. Far-seeing I may be, but sadly, omnipotent I am not.”

“I see,” Queen Molyneux said as she nodded slowly. “Then perhaps it was divine intervention after all.And though I only proclaimed us to be equals in the heat of the moment, the outcome of our battle now proves that statement to be true. For pushing me to the brink repeatedly and forcing the Ancestors themselves to aid me, you are truly worthy of your title, Dragon Lord.”

“You flatter me, Queen Molyneux, but I note in turn that despite all my boasts and best efforts, I was not able to subdue you, even with the aid of the Ancient Lords,” he replied easily, twisting his neck slightly to kiss her, giving her a draconic lick across the cheek with his doubly long forked tongue, which twisted itself backwards to reach her.

“As you say. So where does this leave us and our realms, my Lustful Lord?” Moly wanted to know.

He grinned, but then turned something close to thoughtful as the tendrils curled themselves around her talons. “A good question. I know that the nature of transformative magic means that you cannot hold that large form indefinitely. And yet, I care not, given you showed a sac of sufficient size, to use your own race’s phrase, to challenge me on my own terms. Even before you actually received one.” He chuckled at his own turn of phrase.

“And few of any race would have the spears or sac to challenge me in my own lair,” she observed in turn, reaching down to cup one of his newly exposed scaled balls, hefting it in her hand. “Particularly one such as you who had fought at her side, and thus well knew our magical strength.”

“In that, you give me too much credit, my well-endowed Queen. For in truth, either due to the many centuries dulling my memories or simply being blinded by my own lust, I had nearly forgotten,” Vesuvius admitted with a rueful laugh as he turned slightly away from her.

“Even so, I give you full credit for going talon to talon with me, having me on the verge of defeat repeatedly even before gaining a male spear and equivalent strength. That alone earns my great respect. I thus say again that you truly are the descendant of the Great Galena Gladius, beautiful and powerful Queen of the Gryphons.”

“Am I, though? She might have defeated you, but I failed to do so if the terms of our match were making the other reach rapture first. For in the end, despite our best efforts, we came as one. And thus, neither of us can claim victory for either our realms or races.”

She spoke in a rhetorical air as her organ finally slipped out of him along with his tendrils from her nest and tail. It released a fresh flood of mingled dragon and griffie cum that sent a veritable wave of it surging across the floor towards her awestruck subjects, several of whom slipped and fell into it with loud splashes, leaving them completely covered in dragon and griffie spunk yet again.

They didn’t look any more unhappy to be covered in it than me or Fluttershy were, however, as Praetorian Guardsgriffons and adolescent dragons alike began rubbing the combined essence of their rulers into their fur and feathers, or even stuffing as much of it into their orifices as they could.

Rutting began to resume around them as the aphrodisiac effects of the material took hold. Even Moly’s cubs were going at it again, though this time, it was the Prince on his back taking his sister’s new cock right up the rear; have to say that the look on her face was something to behold.

Wait—when had she gained a new spear? I still don’t know, but it might have been at the same point Moly did. For if she was the hereditary ruler, then it would make sense that she shared her mother’s attributes.

Fertile Fields: Makes sense to me! Dang, so the Griffie Princess did her own brother with her new cock? That’s kinda hot…

Hyperdash: Oh, yeah? Thinking of doing Big Macintosh with yours?

Fertile Fields: Honest answer? Since I already know how many impala and zebra dicks he took, and how big they were? Yeah, I just might!

Daydream: Wow. Didn’t expect even you to be that honest, AJ!

Fertile Fields: Yeah, well, when you’re lying in bed covered with your own spunk and already rock hard again fantasizing about going futa on your big bro? Reckon it’d be a mite silly to deny it!

Crystal Queen: My word! I’m almost tempted to ask if we could watch!

Sugar High: Oh! Let us see! Let us see!

Fertile Fields: Uh… me doing my big bro, or me covered in cream?

Sugar High: YES!

Vesuvius didn’t notice them, though. He only had eyes for Moly as he rolled over enough to grin and puff some smoke in her face, reaching up to caress her chest with one set of talons while keeping his other firmly affixed to her lower set of boobs. “As you say. In any event, as I was unquestionably not the victor, you keep your throne and sovereignty as my entire clan recognizes the ability and virility of your mighty race,” he told her, bearing his throat to her as a griffon would.

“A gracious concession. But as by those same terms, I also did not win, that means you keep control of your clan,”Moly noted in turn, her hips starting to roll lightly against him again, urging him back into erection as she turned to face him, mounting him again from above and straddling his hips.“So where does that leave us and our respective realms, my dear Dragon lord? Aside from equal parts exhausted and elated, that is.”

“A valid question,” he agreed as he regarded her lazily from his back, making a show of putting his taloned hands behind his head as a fresh creaking and groaning was heard behind Moly’s statue. “But one we may be receiving an answer for…” he noted as they both turned their heads to see a second statue sprouting out of the stone floor directly behind Moly’s that swiftly took the form of Vesuvius himself!

He was depicted as he now was, standing directly behind Moly and availing himself of her golden onyx form freely, with one set of talons cupping a belly breast while the other found and fondled a ball that was as large as his fist, hefting it enough to reveal her slit. His back tendrils teased her wings and long tongue coiled around her new cock, with both his newly serpentine drakehoods filling her nest and tail with their long phallic forms.

“Us?” Vesuvius asked aloud, looking at it from his back in wonder. “This is our relationship in the other realm? Then it would seem that destiny itself decrees that we are meant to be not just co-rulers, but consorts!”

“So it would appear,”Moly admitted in equal awe, staring at their combined image fixedly for a moment.“And after the long-ago death of my husband, I had thought myself too old to take another mate.”

“And I never dreamt that I could find another griffon who could both tempt me again and fight me to a standstill,” Vesuvius told her, still staring at the statue. “But so be it. As our battle for sexual supremacy ends in a draw, you have proven yourself—and by extension, your entire race—our equals. Thus, by the Ancient Law of the Eight Original Dragon Clans, we are now allies, and know that you may summon us to your aid at any time,” he told Moly.

“Just for ‘aid’?” Moly smirked at him.

“Perhaps we may have ulterior motives in meeting each other, but protocol demands that we at least keep a veneer of formality about our affairs, my new Queen,” came the jovial response. “To that end, I hereby invite you to visit my own seat of power on the slopes of Mount Aitna on the isle of Silicaly so I may… repay your hospitality and offer you a second throne at my side. Is that agreeable?”

“It is,” Moly said. “I will have my royal vizier make the arrangements immediately. When he is through being rutted by every adolescent in existence, that is.”

She nodded off to the side where her Caleponian Grand Vizier—Bated Breath, I think his name is; he’s the first Caleponian who ascended to such a high station in her royal court—was being attended by no less than eight adolescents, whose females seemed to be competing over who got his now-dual horsecocks while he sat on the laps of two intertwined drakes who had all four of their fully-flexible organs inside his tail.

At some point, they, too, had acquired tendrils along with serpentine spears and were quickly learning how to use them, both on griffons and each other. “By your command, my Queen…” he said in a dreamy voice, though it was muffled by the slit he was slurping. “Just as soon as our guests finish filling me with such hot and delicious cream.” Unlike most Caleponians, he didn’t have an Shetlandian accent but a very upper class one, which was deliberate so he could speak in formal tones.

“Excellent. I will also be happy to establish an embassy here. But before we can call our negotiations ended and this amorous alliance between our races sealed…”

He suddenly flipped her onto her back with a sharp move of his tail, causing the impact of them both against the floor to shake the chamber hard as Moly’s room-sized boobs wobbled hard and enticingly on her belly. When her eyes cleared, she saw Vesuvius suddenly sat astride her with his talons spreading her haunches; his serpentine cocks poised before her while his four back tendrils each encircled one of her enormous boobs with their tips resting on her teats.

Staring down at her belly, his talons then closed on her breasts and kneaded her upper set happily, even going so far as to squirt some milk into his snout, and then her beak.

He licked his lips happily at the taste while continuing to caress and knead her sensitive flesh, causing her to trill her pleasure. “Delicious and nutritious, but it is not just your milk that I need. By the law laid down by our most Ancient and Esteemed Dragon Lords, our deal is not concluded until we consummate our new alliance properly, my buxom and beautiful queen. And that means…”

He then turned her around to face several open portals through which gawking griffons and dragons alike could be seen. “I must take every erogenous zone you have at once, and be seen by our mutual subjects doing it. It is so they ALL know that we—and our respective races—are now one.”

Despite now being laid out on the floor beneath him, Moly made no move to resist this time. She instead just stared up at him and smirked, shifting slightly on the smooth stone surface slickened with their mingled fluids to make herself more comfortable and present her enormous belly breasts to him.

“I do believe that you just made that up, my virile Vesuvius,” she informed him, to which he rumbled and grinned, puffing more smoke into the air to waft through the portal and wash over me and Fluttershy. They made us both dizzy and start to make out again as the CHS side of the field watched and cheered; Celly and Lulu exchanging a high five over both that and Moly’s duel performance as they now had a fresh set of students on their laps.

Fertile Fields: The memory’s still hazy, but I know I cheered too! And dang, filly. I have to say that you and Flutters were the absolute last gals I thought could pair off during all this. But gotta say, I’m real glad you did.

Daydream: I wouldn’t have thought so either, but there she was. So kind and loving. Exactly what I needed… then and now, gang. Speaking of which, Fluttershy? I think you should be the one to tell them.

Crystal Queen: Tell us what, darling?

Fluttershine: Oh, um. Okay. Well, to make a long story short, Sunset and I are now lovers. We were experimenting in the science lab after class today to see if we could control the futa effect, and, well… things happened again.

Daydream: Yeah. Things like being taken by her right over the lab workbench!

Hyperdash: WHOA!

Fluttershine: I’m sorry if I was rough, but I couldn’t help it. You were just so pretty to look at and I was starting to remember more and then you bent over the table to show off your backside and…

Fertile Fields: Now don’t leave off there! And then by my brother’s backside, what? WHAT?

Crystal Queen: For once, I’m with her! By Princess Ember’s blue breasts and scaled snout, WHAT?

Sugar High: Tell us! TELL US!

Daydream: Okay, okay! Well, without going into too many gory details, she told me I was so pretty and smelled so good that she couldn’t resist me, then pinned me against the table from behind.

Hyperdash: What? FLUTTERS did that???

Daydream: She really did! Don’t let her demure manner fool you—she’s even more of a she-demon than the former me when she gets horny! Case in point, she proceeded to tear off my skirt, blouse and bra while her stallionhood ground between my legs and caused my own to grow—thanks for not hurting the jacket, filly—before she finally found my filly fun hole and then pounded me until she’d left me spent and sated in a puddle of pure sex on the table, filling me with so much spunk my stomach bloated. No joke, gang; I think I passed out from sheer pleasure.

Fluttershine: I’m afraid you did. But you were so beautiful and smelled so good that I just couldn’t hold back. I had to have you and it felt so wonderful. I’m so sorry, Sunset.

Daydream: Don’t be! I mean, damn, girl—I never knew you had it in you! Even if we did have a very messy cleanup job and you did have to get me my gym clothes from my locker after. Thankfully, the lab had that emergency shower in case of chemical spills, so I was able to bathe there.

Sugar High: YAY! This means I’ll have to throw you guys a hook-up party! How about this Saturday night at the Big Burger Palace?

Daydream: I think we’d both like that, Pinkie. Especially if I can get a deluxe burger and milkshake along with some extra game tokens out of it! Just remember to hold the pickles on the burger. But getting back to the story:

“Made it up? Perhaps I did. But as I am Dragon Lord, my word becomes law for my entire clan, who I now command to let the griffons have their way with them as much as we already have you,” he responded almost jovially with a glance at the portals outside, to which some drakes and drakinas obediently presented their nests and tails, curling the latter high over their backs in open in invitation to be taken.

They were promptly availed of, with one particularly notable example of an adult dragon being taken by a single adventurous magus, who screwed her with a magical projection of not just his phallus but his entire body boosted to her size. It was a trick that other mages swiftly copied, and before long, the adults were every bit the griffon tuck toys that the adolescents had become. “Now, my beautiful Queen, please allow me to claim your luscious body while it remains my own size.”

He emphasized his words by freely and openly groping her as the griffons in the room watched awestruck. And more than a little enviously as he turned her belly towards them and proceeded to enter with both his phalluses at once; his tapered drakehoods steadily opening her up in full view of all though he didn’t fully push in.

“By rights, I should not, given your innumerable affronts and attempts to usurp me. But as you have conceded both my cubs and Kingdom, and we have now fought a proper mating round…” She raised her hind leg high to allow him easier access to her. “So be it. Here and now, I am yours, Dragon Lord. Take my teats and tail to your heart’s content. But never forget who is rightfully on top!”

“By Your Command, my sensuous and gorgeous Griffon Queen…” he rumbled happily as he began to push into her further with a grunt, lounging out on the floor with her to spoon her from behind. He held her hind feline leg high to give all their awestruck onlookers—including the griffon rulers of old, since they were facing their gold statues—a spectacular view as her tail was taken by two drakehoods at once and Vesuvius groped her chest and belly boobs from behind.

“Ancestors above…” Moly gave a seductive trill.

“By the Ancient Dragon Lords…” Vesuvius rejoined as he felt her body envelop his twin phalluses fully, and before long, the two were rutting again, this time far more willingly to the cheers of both dragon clan and Kingdom, who were now exchanging sexual favors instead of the dragons simply extracting them, turning the entire city into an open orgy with mages increasingly inventing new sexual spellcraft—or was it just more leakage from the Gryphon Imperium? —on pony, griffon and dragon alike.

And yet, for all that, it was still Moly who held the attention of not just Midnight, but the High Priestess and Fortrakt as well. “Ancestors…” the young tiercel squirmed where he sat on Juniper Neptune’s lap, his wings splayed and beak agape. “To tame and tuck a dragon lord, she is the greatest ruler in all of Gryphon history!”

“I agree completely. It’s quite remarkable, really…” Even Midnight sounded impressed. “Your Queen is truly worthy of the title, Fortrakt Gletscher. And your race is even more magically adept than I initially gave you credit for, between these impressively enchanted statues and possessing such spellwork as Queen Molyneux used to challenge the Dragon Lord, dueling him to a draw,” she mused.

“And that is to say nothing of the Roman bent of your entire society and history, which I find both intriguing and pleasing. If I were inclined to conquer and rule instead of simply exploring and erasing the boundaries of science and sex, I would make the griffons my most favored race. Bonded body and soul with the dragons, the two together would sweep all before them and could indeed take all Tellus…” she trailed off as she magically melded her mind with the naked singularity again.

“Ah. Such delicious possibilities of that potential future. But what is this?” Her face suddenly screwed up slightly. “Interesting. It would appear that I will have a rather potent adversary later on. A surprisingly familiar being wielding a rather remarkable if indiscriminate sexual contagion as a weapon, giving her the means to conquer all the realms...” she trailed off with an odd smile, then frowned. “And then soon followed by a far more dark and dangerous plague, against whom sex is no defense.”

Hyperdash: An adversary? Did she mean you as Daydream, Sunset? And what’s this about ‘a dark and dangerous plague’?

Daydream: I’m not sure, but I don’t think she meant me. She didn’t look at me when she said that, and I wasn’t able to read her mind even after I ascended.

Crystal Queen: Not sure? But surely you had access to the same information in the naked singularity as her when you became Daydream, darling?

Daydream: Yeah, but I didn’t look into that thing myself because I knew the danger of doing so. I didn’t want to be tempted to start trying to mold events like she was, and worse, based on a false picture of likely futures that matched my desires instead of reality. Absolute power corrupts absolutely and all that. Being Daydream was very heady, girls, and I do miss it. But it’s also way more power than any one person should possess.

Hyperdash: Yeah, we’ve seen you with that level of power before when you weren’t a good guy. No thanks.

Daydream: Exactly. Though in all honesty, my she-demon self wasn’t anywhere near as strong as Midnight or Daydream. If she was, you would have had no chance, even with the Elements.

Fertile Fields: Now there’s a happy thought! Okay, but then why didn’t Midnight win if she was so danged all-powerful to start?

Daydream: Short answer? Because she wasn’t like the old me—wasn’t interested in conquest or power so much as gaining knowledge and magic. And indulging every suppressed desire she ever had while also punishing the classmates who tormented her. She was certainly a dark goddess who was uninhibited and for the most part, very amoral, but I wouldn’t say she was evil. Yes, there’s a difference.

Crystal Queen: I don’t know, darling. Regardless of how fun it was, ripping open holes in reality and turning her Principal into stone while also forcing her schoolmates to have sex strikes me as just a tad evil.

Sugar High: Aw, she was just teaching them empathy and showing them how to have a REAL good time! Besides, it’s not like they didn’t enjoy it. I know I did!

Daydream: You know what? Never change, Pinkie Pie.

Sugar High: Don’t worry. Never will!

“An adversary? And a plague?” Juniper Neptune was a half-second slow on the uptake as she was focusing more and more on the sorely pleasured form of Fortrakt Gletscher still sitting in her lap, using her human hands and thestralcorn magic to good effect.

She groped his quivering body with the former and created facsimiles of the two Paladin commanders’ intimate areas with the other, just as the impala had done with Big Macintosh so Fortrakt could finally rut them, at least remotely. Yeah, that’s why they were writhing like that in front of you and Rainbow, AJ; you didn’t understand their language but they were calling to their Ancestors and begging for more from him. “But who could stand against you, my new goddess? And what is this ‘contagion’ and ‘plague’ you speak of?”

“None—not even her.” Midnight gained a dangerous gleam in her eyes as she said it. “And as for the rest, worry not, my new ally. It is of little concern, though I suppose it would be wise to take precautions, just in case I fall to defeat and these incredibly unlikely events come to pass.” Focusing her power into her hands and horn, she released a powerful wave of magic that washed all over the griffon side of the portals; it seemed to become concentrated in the statues of the Hall of Heroes and Queen’s throne room.

They weren’t visibly affected, though, from what I could tell, other than their equipment increasing in size again, to the evident delight of the dragons and griffons availing themselves of their sculpted bodies. But whatever she was doing, that seemed to be the only immediate effect as the onyx-and-gold statues absorbed the magic like a sponge and glowed briefly before they became quiescent again.

And for the first time, the Queen turned to face Twilight directly, glaring at her through the portal. “Whatever you are doing, do not harm the visages of our heroes and rulers past, alien alicorn,” she warned Midnight even as she continued to lounge on her back against Vesuvius in the middle of her throne room, his dual spears up her rear while her subjects began climbing all over her boobs, looking very happy as they alternately sprawled out on their surface to cavort with each other or simply ground their spears and slits against her four enormous teats.

“We griffons revere our Ancestors and do not take kindly to their desecration,” Moly further added as her offspring climbed inside her, exploring their mother’s depths with giddy awe as others held her folds open for them. “So give us no reason to doubt your intentions or consider you an enemy, young goddess. For despite your great power, not even YOU could stand against the full might of our race’s magic.”

In response, Midnight gave her a smile and a measured bow. “Fear not, Mighty Queen Molyneux of the Gryphon Kingdom, though it is far more the Gryphon Imperium of another reality that you currently resemble. Be assured that I have not harmed them, nor would I. The statues of your forebears remain intact and unbreakable, if in their altered states, which I’m sure that even you can appreciate now.”

Moly considered her for a few seconds more before nodding, glancing over to the sculpture of her sire for a second. “By all reasonable measures, I should hate you for doing this to us, and yet… somehow, it also seems right—that we were neglecting both our sensual side and our natural affinity for dragons. Though I still find myself annoyed with you for forcing this upon us, Ancestors know I cannot argue with the results,” she granted, giving Midnight a respectful nod of the head back.

“For showing us what we were lacking and what we could be, I thank you, young goddess. But the one thing that has not and will never change from this is our gryphon honor. We always settle our debts, whether in bonds or blood. So, is there any form of payment you wish from us, young goddess?”

“Be assured that you have already given it, noble Queen of the Griffons, both in the knowledge I have gained, and in the contingency plans I now enact,” Midnight said with a smile as she completed her spellwork. “Barring my unlikely defeat, they should never be needed. But if so? Then you and your new alliance with the dragons may well save not just the entire world of Tellus, but all the realms.”

Fertile Fields: Okay, and just what in the hay is she going on about? ‘Save the world’ after she risked destroying them by ripping open all those portals?

Hyperdash: Seriously, AJ? “What in the hay”? You’ve been hanging around Princess Twilight too long. That said, what the hell WAS Middie talking about, Sunset?

Crystal Queen: Language, darling!

Daydream: I don’t know, Dash, but it shouldn’t matter. We purged all the magic before our transformation reverted, but even before that, I wasn’t about to invade her mind to find out.

Crystal Queen: Oh? And why not?

Daydream: Because, Rarity, I wanted her to trust me—trust that I wasn’t whatever ugly alternate versions she’d seen of me through the singularity, and forcibly perusing her memories wasn’t the way to do it. We call that ‘scrying’ on Tellus, and there’s a whole slew of rules against it since it’s both an invasion of privacy and notoriously unreliable as a source of information. In fact, you guys might be interested to know that it’s so unreliable that the Equestrian justice system doesn’t allow memory magic to be used in a court of law.

Fertile Fields: Memory magic? Huh. Definitely don’t remember that being an option for witness interrogation or evidence in Ace Attorney!

Hyperdash: Ace Attorney? I don’t have the patience for it—give me a Derring Do side-scroller anytime! Then again, given how often you have to savespam those games, it’s a wonder you got through even the first episode of the first release.

Fertile Fields: Oh, yeah? I’ll have you know that I’ve played every AA game up through Dual Destinies, Rainbow! And the only one I had to look up answers to was that danged “Rise from the Ashes” one. I hated it! Four pages of evidence in the court record with each having to be used at only a specific point? Could barely keep it all straight in my head!

Daydream: I swear, only you girls could turn a wild and crazy sex story into a discussion about video game franchises involving defending accused criminals that didn’t have any sex in them at all.

Fertile Fields: Yeah, well, tell that to Mia Fey’s way-too-showy outfits and all the bouncy boobs on the female characters! And would someone mind telling me why Phoenix Wright was always hanging out with young adolescent girls?

Sugar High: You KNOW why! Too bad Feenie isn’t real! Given his sharp mind and willingness to stand up for his friends, I bet he’d be the PERFECT guy for Princess Twilight if Flash wasn’t around!

Daydream: I don’t know, Pinkie. She sure didn’t seem impressed with him when she played the first game, saying that she didn’t like his lack of proper preparation or willingness to accuse the innocent when he screwed up. She seemed much more enamored of Mia Fey, to be honest. And since Mia wasn’t the focus of the games going forward, Twilight wasn’t interested in playing more of them even if she found the concept interesting.

Fertile Fields: That so? Guess she’s got good taste in characters, then, even if I still don’t get why she’s so into Flash.

Crystal Queen: Yes, well, we’re really not ones to talk at this point, darling. I mean, Pinkie and I are in love with an entire dragon clan, Applejack went cowgirl with a Saddle Arabian stallion, Rainbow likes the griffon version of her ex-girlfriend despite her being every bit as uncouth and ill-mannered as the human version was—no offense, darling—and as for you, ‘Sunny-D’? Despite reentering a relationship with Fluttershy, I daresay you’re still head over heels in love with Midnight.

Daydream: I admit it. I am. And what sucks is that unlike the rest of you, there’s no bringing her back any more than I can ever become Daydream again…

“I see…” This time, it was Vesuvius who answered Midnight. “I do not pretend to understand what you speak of when you say we may save all the realms, but we owe you as well, alien alicorn, for introducing me to the Queen. And indeed, my entire clan to the joys of sex with the griffons. The odd encounter in adolescence aside, we had no idea that we could rut or experience rapture outside of migration and mating seasons, least of all with another race! And as I do not wish to give offense to our powerful patron, may I at least know your name and how you wish to be addressed?”

“Thank you for asking. You may indeed, but know that I bear no title, Dragon Lord. I am simply Midnight Sparkle,” she said with a bow and flourish. “I have ascended to be a goddess and yet, for all my new power, I am still first and foremost a scientist—or arcane theorist, as the griffons call it. Consider this union of your races a great experiment, though I cannot say that I originally intended to do anything more than an exercise in erotic revenge.”

She glanced back through the portal at the trio of Sunny Flare, Indigo and Sour Sweet, who were quickly coming to appreciate their newly imparted tongue phalluses even as they glared at Midnight, unable to speak. That didn’t stop them from using their new equipment, though, as they rearranged themselves again to form a triangle of tongue cocks inside of tails, with Indigo hanging upside down from her thestral tail wrapped around a convenient branch to achieve the feat.

“But I don’t mind. After all, proper scientific inquiry often leads down unlikely paths. And proper scientific process means you question and discard hypotheses that don’t match the available data,” she mused happily, staring at the scenes of sex around her in great satisfaction.

In fact, she seemed rather content at that moment to witness all she had wrought, to the point that the stormy skies around us even settled somewhat. “And the scientific method means that hypotheses must be discarded, reshaped or occasionally outright replaced in light of new data. Data which both you and the dragons have provided me in abundance.”

“You’re welcome, I suppose,” Queen Molyneux answered from Vesuvius’ embrace. “But if I may be so bold as to offer a new goddess a piece of important advice, be careful not to get too taken with your vast power, Midnight Sparkle. For far older but equally powerful beings have fallen prey to its temptations, believing themselves both invincible and infallible. And countless kingdoms and creatures have suffered because of it.”

Though I was afraid that Midnight would take offense to being spoken down to—you don’t want to know what the old me would have done to hear that if I had Midnight’s power—she gave her a sage nod.

“Such I have seen from my studies of your history, which are equal parts fascinating and appalling, facing godlike foes from Nightmare Moon to King Sombra. You are strong and wise beyond your years, noble Queen of the Gryphons, and I find myself surprised and even humbled in some small ways by your race’s magic. Clearly, for all my power, I still have much left to learn. And I pledge to you that I will endeavor to do so.” She bowed her head, then smiled and turned to Juniper Neptune.

“And I must thank you as well, High Priestess, for introducing me to the griffons. And this impressively stable portal spell of yours.” She then cast it on all the rifts, solidifying them from ragged holes to smooth oval windows into different dimensions, causing the wind to die down and storms of the agitated atmosphere around us to almost completely cease.

“It was my pleasure,” Juniper Neptune said after a brief pause, bouncing Fortrkat harder and harder on her lap. “Though with regards to the griffons, I knew nothing about this olden enchantment they were under along with the dragons, for which I must thank Nightmare Moon even if her intentions were less than… charitable. But now that they recognize each other as equals, they become true allies, and it is clear that these two races together are very formidable. In fact, I daresay none could stand against them, sensually or physically.” She gained an odd smile.

“My thoughts exactly,” Midnight agreed with a coy grin of her own. “They would make an excellent army should I ever need one to call upon. They could spread sex instead of strife to overcome enemies, doing so without destruction or any loss of life. But that tantalizing possibility lies in the future, and I must consider it more first, exploring what potential futures it may bring about. But no matter. As this enjoyable distraction is nearly complete, it is time to turn my attention back to my classmates on earth. That is, if you are ready to conclude your business here as well, High Priestess?” she asked with a knowing grin.

“Almost,” a suddenly breathless Juniper Neptune agreed, her focus no longer on Midnight or Moly, but now completely on the young griffon who still sat in her lap. “Be proud, Fortrakt Gletscher. For your Queen is not only worthy, but your very race to receive these gifts such as I or Midnight Sparkle may impart. And as I can no longer hold back, it is time to receive your own.” She began to paw at him more forcefully with her human hands, her light pink wings flared as hard as his feathered ones were. “Are you ready?”

“I am…” Fortrakt agreed, his talons grasping the virtual flanks of the rutting Paladin tiercel behind him to lick beneath his tail. He did so as the far larger male drilled his former eagless subordinate in the tail in turn while Fortrakt’s spear filled her projected nest, giving a suddenly rapt looking Rainbow and AJ a spectacular view of her depths as she lay on her back before them.

But the eagless barely noticed them, her eyes closed and calling Fortrakt’s name as she pleaded for him to give her his cubs. His efforts caused the much larger male to moan and wriggle his backside before taking a shuddering breath and then slamming his hips forward, hard. “I’m close as well. I’m yours, High Priestess! Make me the new progenitor of the bat-gryphon race…” Fortrakt gave a keening trill in anticipation—damn, he really wanted it!

“As you wish…” she grunted as her hips began to piston hard, causing her balls to slap hard against the underside of his—or at least up until the point they contracted back into her body. “Then by the entire sacred line of all thirty Juniper Neptunes, let that lost and lustful race… revive!”