Author's Note

Welcome back to the story, folks! I intend to charge through and (re)write this to completion now. And for openers, have a brand new chapter that borrowed pretty much nothing from the original version of the story. Expect plenty of FlutterSet and RariPie shipping--far more than was done previously--and Maud Pie x (Petrified) Principal Cinch.

Content includes: Tons of lesbian lovemaking, deliberate voyeurism towards interested dragons, some brief multi-male gay scenes among humans and dragons, more breast and hip expansion, and Maud's stone fetish figuring prominently. You might also learn some surprisingly and slightly alarming things about Pinkie Pie!

Thanks as always go to AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire and SIlverblade5 for timely prereads and for offering plenty of comments and suggestions along the way. Enjoy!

8: Elements Expressed - v2

“AJ, Stop!” a kneeling, half-naked Rainbow Dash shouted before she leapt up and launched herself at Applejack. She would have been joined by myself and Fluttershy, except we were blocked when a new transient rift appeared directly in front of us, barring our path.

It showed a window into a Saddle Arabian palace where a feline Abyssinian servant with orange fur and violet vest was facing the portal, bent over with his legs spread out. He was quite contentedly licking his own apples and erect organ with a loud purr, only to freeze mid-lick and gape at us, his tongue freezing where it lay against his orbs as his slitted yellow eyes went wide.

The view of him lasted for only a brief second before the rift rippled and closed. Fortunately, we weren’t needed as Rainbow all but tackled Applejack from behind like a linebacker chasing down a running back, only a step away from the gaping ground portal.

The two then fell into an awkward and more-than-slightly compromising heap; Rainbow’s frantic lunge at Applejack caught the top of her skirt, yanking it so hard it broke the belt and tore the normally tough denim fabric with a sharp ripping sound. The end of Rainbow’s tackle then dragged both it and AJ’s panties down all the way over her freckled flanks, leaving Rainbow’s face firmly planted between Applejack’s well-toned but ample orange cheeks.

It was yet another chapter in a series of extremely unlikely events, and even as I gaped at the sheer impossibility of it, I finally realized its source—Midnight’s magic was altering probability around us to produce events and outcomes she wanted! Events and outcomes that would serve her sensual ends.

I tried to analyze it scientifically, which normally would be no easy feat with my mind so clouded by intense carnal desires. For all the varied activity around me, ranging from Flash’s bandmates performing a stallion swirl to the self-named Blackbirds breaking in Fleur de Lis, they were finding an increasing focus on Fluttershy as I found myself kissing her and pulling her shirttail free, which undid her skirt entirely and sent it falling in a puddle at her feet.

I only barely noted it as I ran my hands over the outside of her plain white panties, tasting the deliciously soft and smooth texture of her flanks for the first time; incredibly, I found my thoughts and attention were split neatly between her and considering the effects of Midnight’s magic. For the latter, I doubted she was doing it deliberately except where her classmates were concerned; it was most likely just a function of her hyper-intense mating magic and desire for erotic revenge on her classmates spilling over onto the rest of us.

The effect, therefore, was to make wardrobe malfunctions and finding ourselves in compromising positions far more likely. Probability alteration like that also fell within the realm of normal unicorn magic; a way we could at least subtly influence our environment to produce desired outcomes. Though like the rest of the powers Midnight was using, the effect was normally far more muted than that; it was generally all the average unicorn could do to influence a dice roll—something casino tables at Las Pegasus had powerful enchantments against—or urge a golf ball to land closer to the hole.

When she pushed back up, Rainbow looked as dazed as AJ did. Her face was coated with copious amounts of her friend’s fluids, which had completely matted down the inside of her orange legs.

“Whoa! Jeez, AJ, I’ve never seen you so mmmph!” She couldn’t finish as Applejack’s only reaction was to arch her hips and push her rear right back into Rainbow’s face. Our enrapt country friend propped herself up on her arms to see the scene with Sugarcoat, compelling Rainbow to begin orally pleasuring her from behind.

In the end, the latter needed little urging to do so, holding her lover by the flanks after casually tearing off and discarding the rest of her ruined denim skirt and panties.

“Oh… my…” Fluttershy said beside me as she watched the scene unfold. I even heard some cheers from the boys’ soccer team--which Rainbow was the unofficial coach and trainer of because she could beat all of them almost by herself—off to the side. “That looks so…” she trailed off just long enough to lick her lips and clutch my back harder “…tempting…” she finished as she fell to her knees in front of me and I found her staring at my sopping skirt front.

My legs went weak as my pussy lips, as humans call them, engorged further, leaving them exquisitely swollen and tingling fiercely. “Fl-fluttershy…” I called to her in a shaky voice as I realized not only her intention, but that I very much wanted her to do it! “W-we can’t…”

“Why not?” she asked earnestly in an alluringly innocent voice that threatened to buckle my legs right then and there. “You’re our friend now. You’ve earned it…” she all but cooed as she lowered my skirt entirely, allowing her hot breath to begin washing over my human marehood.

I still don’t know how I was able to maintain awareness of my surroundings through all of this—I can only guess that Midnight wanted her classmates to be hyper-aware of what was happening as she punished them one by one, and it once again spilled over to the CHS side of things—but I wasn’t the only one.

Even on all fours and being orally pleasured from behind, Applejack hadn’t torn her eyes away as the enormous ethereal equine climaxed, watching as the Shadowbolt girl impaled on its massive shaft cried out in unwanted but irresistible pleasure. Sugarcoat’s belly was visibly swelling as she was infused with not just glowing seed, but the ever-more mating magic it contained; as we watched, her body began growing again, her orchid-shaded breasts and hips expanding to full adult—if not adult movie!—dimensions, like she was maturing into a very buxom woman before our very eyes.

And then the virile stallion began rutting her in an entirely new manner, rolling over on his belly to turn her upright; its impossibly erect and rigid organ holding her up several feet off the ground.

The new stance left her perched high over its lower belly, the beast snorting again as it reached up with its forehooves to grasp her by the hips and then began moving her up and down on the massive shaft within her, leaving its human toy clutching at the bracing hooves and the massive bulge that had impossibly reached all the way up to her sternum.

And yet, Sugarcoat never lost her personality. “Y-you know, this is something… I w-would expect… fr-from a doujinshi, Sparkle!” she just managed to say between the piston-like motions of her hips, which she soon began doing of her own accord; beginning to ride her equine lover in earnest and of her own volition.

“Good guess, Sugarcoat!” Midnight grinned as she turned her attention back on her orchid-skinned schoolmate. “That particular fan manga was a favorite of Lemon Zest—you can blame her for showing me it!”

“Lemon Zest? That figures…” Sugarcoat groused, her voice belying her forced pleasure and flushed cheeks. “She always does go for the crazy stuff…”

“She does indeed. And speaking of crazy stuff, I believe the next chapter in that manga was…” She then induced the stallion to grow a second phallus, just behind the first. Sugarcoat wasn’t aware of it until it grew upwards to push at and probe her other orifice, causing the Shadowbolt girl to gape and her eyes to snap open behind their spectacles—remarkably, despite losing all her other clothes, she’d never lost her glasses.

“I… this… you…” She shuddered as the second stallionhood slowly pushed into her. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she couldn’t help but cry out as each thrust of her own hips pushed it even deeper until it reached the same depth as its older brother, soon leaving her in the throes of yet another building climax.

“What? Speechless again?” Midnight smirked as her already-consumed classmates laughed and exchanged another set of high-fives. “You know, for as anal as you are about everything, Sugarcoat, I’d think you’d like taking it up the tailpipe!”

“A doujinshi? Oooo! Ooo! I knew I’d seen that before!” Pinkie Pie suddenly piped up from where she’d been attending Rarity, whose own gaze was unwavering, her eyes fixed on the Blackbird boys attending Fleur de Lis as much as Applejack’s was on Sugarcoat.

“Y-you have, darling?” Rarity just managed as Pinkie massaged her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, causing her to bite her lip and squeeze her eyes tightly shut as she could only clutch the groping hands to her, urging more from them.

“Oh, definitely! That’s from ‘The Seed of the Demon’ doujin where instead of losing to her, Demonsteed finally conquers and corrupts the warrior heroine Layal! See, first he addicts her to stallion sex, then to his spunk, and finally to taking it up the tail! By the end of it, nobody but him can satisfy her!It’s one of my all-time favorites!” Pinkie Pie announced in excitement, causing all of us except AJ to gape at her again, even Rainbow turned her head to stare from where she’d been pleasuring Applejack.

“What?” Pinkie asked in perfect innocence at the looks she got, leaving me wondering if the situation could get any more surreal. “I’ve got hobbies!”

I probably shouldn’t have been surprised when the answer came immediately. “Yeah, and one of them is getting you in trouble,” a new, monotone voice broke in. I blinked, and suddenly, Maud Pie was present, standing right beside Pinkie Pie! “Hello, Pinkie.”

“Oh! Hi, Maud!” Pinkie lit up at the sight of her expressionless sister, who, true to form, didn’t even blink at all the sex. “Wow, I’m really glad you’re here! We’re having a super-duper fun time! Hey, you wanna join in?” she offered her sister even as one of her hands shifted low to begin stroking the outside of Rarity’s perfectly clean-shaven sex, eliciting a fresh series of gasps.

“Meh,” Maud replied, not showing even the slightest interest in the unlikely sensual events going on around her, while the rest of us could only gape—how had she gotten inside Midnight’s barrier? Even Midnight herself looked befuddled at her sudden appearance, pausing from tormenting her classmates long enough to stare. “Unless it involves stone, it’s not my thing. I’m here because Mom wants me to tell you that some guys from the government are coming around asking about your new party cannon.”

“They are? Aw, such spoilsports!” Pinkie pouted as she continued to knead Rarity’s breasts, who stared at Maud in, if not shock, at least a measure of wariness. I couldn’t blame her—I’d only had a few interactions with Maud, and found her slightly… touched.

Then again, all of Pinkie’s sisters had some strange quirk, as did Pinkie herself, but they genuinely did seem to love each other despite their enormous differences in personality. They also seemed to share the same otherworldly ability to appear out of nowhere or produce objects out of thin air—an ability Pinkie demonstrated by reaching into her hair to pull out a human cooler and then slipping it between Rarity’s legs!

“Can’t it wait a bit? And the government? Why do they even care? I’m only upgrading my party cannon to a party howitzer!” Pinkie protested even as she turned on the coolerand began grinding it along the length of Rarity’s shaven slit—for the record, I had no idea she had it, as before now she’d always been shy about appearing nude, even in front of her own friends—causing her to cry out and her legs to buckle hard as it vibrated with an audible buzz against the nub of her clit. “What’s there to mind? When it’s finished, I can use it to decorate really big areas from really far away!”

“No idea. But when your hands aren’t full, Mom wants you to talk to them before they start searching the quarry,” Maud warned her. “She’s rather insistent, since Dad says they’re keeping customers away.”

Pinkie rolled her eyes. “Fine, I’ll take care of it! Geez, you build one working World War II replica German 88mm flak cannon that could take out a tank or an airplane, and then they think you’re up to no good!” she groused, causing the rest of us to blink.

Even Fluttershy and I locked eyes in surprise for a moment before she shrugged and pulled down my panties, pulling my attention in turn back on her as my fire-furred lips--before anyone asks, my carpet does match the drapes!--stood exposed for the first time. “But listen, Maud—while you’re here, why not take a look around? Look at all the portals! I mean, everybody’s having fun and there’s gotta be something here you’d like!” Pinkie invited.

“I doubt it, and so does Boulder. But fine. For you, Pinkie,” Maud relented, then began passing by knots of rutting students and open portals, completely ignoring the former while cataloging the contents of the latter.

The first one she reached was a window into the deepest woods of the Everfree, where even I would be wary about going. “Wow. A wolf made of sticks,” she catalogued without any outward reaction as she saw the beast with glowing green eyes, who gazed back at her and growled, licking its wooden lips. “Mudbriar would love that. I should put a leash on him and take him home.”

She then turned to another portal that appeared to open into the Hayseed Swamps. As she watched, the water was breached to reveal an enormous reptilian form of stone. It opened its long, wide toothy snout into an ominous warning bellow, the wind of which blew Maud’s hair back like a brief but powerful gale.

Once again, she didn’t flinch from its menacing threat or monstrous appearance. “Wow. A Rockadile.” I was impressed when she guessed its Equestrian name in turn. “I want it as a pet. I should make a suitable habitat for it.”

Then a new rip in the air appeared next to her, showing a series of three adolescent dragons bathing a small pool of hot lava while in a very compromising position, with a smaller gray drake going down on the larger red one as he lounged back against the edge of the pool. He had one set of talons on the head of his friend while the other was holding a gem he was munching on, while a white-and-pink one took his gray friend under the tail from behind.

“What the...?”the larger red one shouted as he spotted Maud. His two friends turned their heads to stare wide-eyed at her, but her attention was not on them.

“Wow. A large igneous province composed of low-silica basaltic lava from a divergent plate boundary powered by a remnant mantle plume, iron-rich and composed of olivine, plagioclase and pyroxene,” she said of their surroundings as the three dragons gaped at her, the grey one in back frozen in place mid thrust. “I want to visit. I just hope the locals don’t eat all the interesting gems.”

To her disappointment, the portal disappeared as quickly as it opened, healing with a ripple in the air. She next stepped around the enormous ground portal to the Shadowbolt side of the field, walking right past the horse-rutted Sugarcoat, the four screwing Shadowbolt boys, and the still-cavorting couple of Sunny Flare and Indigo without interest or even a single glance until she set her eyes on…

“Wow…” Her cheeks flushed and her voice turned something almost husky as she beheld… the perfectly petrified form of Principal Cinch, still standing in the pose she’d been striking when she’d been turned to stone. “A goddess of granite. An exquisitely sculpted seductress. You were right, Pinkie. I think I’m in love,” she announced as her hands suddenly went to her chest and between her legs, openly pleasuring herself to the sight.

“See? I told ya!” Pinkie shouted over to her as we all paused our activities to watch incredulously; Rainbow glancing up from where she was orally stimulating AJ to make a face of distaste while Rarity looked uncertain, her pale cheeks flushing further as she watched the scene unfold.

Through it all, a befuddled Midnight likewise watched Maud with astonishment, but then turned amused, crossing her hands over her chest as she studied the scene from her hover. “I don’t know how you got here, Maud Pie, but you seem fairly harmless, and any sister of Pinkie Pie earns the same favor from me as I give her. I also see you have a strong interest in geology—I approve of such scientific interests! So, you really like our petrified Principal, there?” she asked with a lopsided grin.

“Yes. Very much,” Maud confirmed blandly, her teenaged hips and bust swelling towards adult proportions before our eyes as Midnight’s mating magic finally took full effect. Maybe it just needing her to find something that actually aroused her in order to take root?

“In fact, I don’t just like her. I want her…” she further proclaimed as she suddenly pulled off her stretched shirt and tossed it aside, followed swiftly by her shorts as she threw all modesty and inhibition to the fitfully gusting wind while behind her, Pinkie cheered and the already-stricken Shadowbolt students laughed.

“I see,” Midnight said, her grin growing. “You know, Headmistress, I hadn’t really decided how else I was going to punish you other than leaving you frozen but aware, but now? I can’t think of a better penance for you than this! Since it seems you took liberties with some of the students, and they weren’t given any choice in the matter, it’s only fitting you get the same treatment in return!

“So enjoy your new admirer!” she invited as Maud reached her and began feeling up Cinch’s stone form from head to toe, her hand lingering long on the older woman’s exposed legs, reaching under her petrified skirt to track a hand up a lacy thigh. She then circled around behind her to run her fingers all over her front; lightly tracing the outside of her jacket before cupping her hidden mammaries while kissing the gap at the back of her neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you feel everything she does to you!

“And who knows? Maybe she’ll transfer to Crystal Prep just to be around you after this, in which case I’ll make it so you always turn to stone in her presence!” she suggested with an evil grin and further laughter from the stricken Shadowbolt students; even a kneeling Pokey Pierce gave a laugh from around a mouthful of Trenderhoof’s massive stallionhood, removing his hands from stroking Jet Set’s and Neon Light’s shafts long enough to give two thumbs up just as the three boys erupted, covering him in cream from head to toe with fresh cries of pleasure.

But Maud only had eyes for Abacus Cinch. “I already graduated from CHS. But I’d certainly start teaching there if you’d do that,” she proclaimed passionately, or as close to it as she could get as she rubbed against Cinch’s granite body from every angle, finally straddling one of her outstretched arms to grind her marehood against the frozen stone fabric of her sleeve. It left a noticeably wet and glistening cover while she laid kisses on Cinch’s equally unmoving face, paying particular attention to her lips and nose. “I’d use her for both geology class and sex-ed seminars.”

“How educational!” Midnight praised. “Such unique fetishes! And such an intriguing mind! I must say, I rather like you, Maud Pie. And those I like, I reward. So tell me, do you want our dear defrocked Crystal Prep Principal to remain as she is, or would you like to be able to undress her?”

“Undress her. As long as everything remains stone,” Maud replied somewhat breathlessly as she laid a line of kisses down the larger woman’s arm, where it had been frozen trying to hold down her skirt. “And please restore her pendant. It’s crystal is almandine garnet, after all.”

“Easily accomplished,” Midnight replied, a glow from her horn building and transferring into a gloved hand before she launched a fresh magical beam from a finger. It washed over the Principal to little apparent effect, except her amulet turned the deep ruddy hue of its source gemstone again. “There you go, Maud Pie. All her clothes except her pendant will now crumble to your touch like…” she hesitated for a moment, her gloved hand going to her chin as she visibly searched for the proper words.

And then she grinned. “Like hydrostatically weakened reticulite pumice in a drowned volcanic collapse pit around a former mafic scoria cone generated from a hotspot rift zone eruption.” I was impressed when she spoke to Maud in terms of her own geological interests, wondering if she’d pulled that turn of phrase out of her own knowledge or had simply read Maud’s mind for the correct terms.

Given Twilight’s intelligence, it might well have been the former, but I certainly wouldn’t have put the latter past Midnight!

“Wow. You know exactly what I like. I don’t know you, but you’re the greatest,” Maud told her as she began to take immediate advantage. She dug in her fingers to Cinch’s collar, which began gradually fracturing and then flaking away. It crumbled to her touch to slowly bare the Principal’s smooth stone neck as her sleeve likewise all but dissolved beneath the friction and moisture of Maud’s thighs, revealing equally even and perfectly rendered rock skin beneath. “This is the best day of my life.”

“Yay! Maud finally lets her hair down!” Pinkie cheered, an explosion of confetti erupting from somewhere behind her. “Thanks a million, Midnight!”

“My name is Midnight Sparkle, Maud Pie. And you’re very welcome, Pinkie Pie. Well. At least some people appreciate me,” Midnight closed her eyes and smiled; the stormy skies and fitfully gusting wind subsiding just a bit in what I can only guess was a reflection of her suddenly better mood. “You know, I have to say, this school seems a much healthier environment than that toxic cesspool of cutthroat academics, social sabotage, and competitive backstabbing that was Crystal Prep. So why didn’t I go to Canterlot High instead…?” she suddenly wondered aloud.

I didn’t know the answer, but it’s worth noting that part of the reason I’d chosen Canterlot High to start my new life and future empire was that the human Twilight wasn’t there. I knew the other potential human Element Bearers were present, but without Twilight to provide the glue and the final, critical piece of their puzzle, I believed they would be no threat; very easy to manipulate to keep them from being friends. And thus, unable to access their Elements.

I’d been right, and yet… it also seemed that I was dead wrong in a second assumption—that this world’s Twilight would also be no danger to me or anyone else without them.

Untouched by friendship and unbound to the human Element Bearers, she became easy prey for her own internal demons and unmet desires. It turned out that by keeping her from finding out about friendship, she was actually a very grave threat to not just us, but the two realms themselves if we didn’t reverse the very real damage she was doing to the interdimensional boundaries!

I knew that, and yet, as Fluttershy began to lovingly lick my labia—an act I never knew she could do or that I ever wanted her to!—I could only squirm and moan, spreading my legs wider as I began to play with my own oversized breasts. I marveled at not only their increased size but their sensitivity; so firm yet softly yielding to my own touch.

It wasn’t that I didn’t know I couldn’t get distracted like this, and there was still a need to stop Midnight; it was that the desire to undress, to rut, to be with my best friends had become all-consuming.

It was also that what I was feeling then was completely unlike any sexual experience I’d had before! Not just for the intensity of the sensations, which, in the magic-charged atmosphere we were in was just about off the charts, but for the pure love and desire to both give and receive pleasure that underlay it.

I had no idea sex could be like this!

“Fl-Fluttershy…” I called out, now struggling to stand as she continued to service me—and for the record, if you’d asked me before this who I thought was the least likely Element bearer I’d become lovers with, she would have been a close second to Pinkie Pie. In all honesty, even since my redemption, she’d remained at least a little wary of me, since my former self tended to pick on her and put her down the most of all the others.

And yet, here she now was knelt before me with her Element of Kindness in full flower, pleasuring me not just willingly, but lovingly. “I… this…”

“Don’t fight it, Sunset…” she whispered back in an adorably needy voice that just made my heart melt further. “You’ve become a truly good friend and person. So I want to do this for you. And you smell so good…” she further cooed as she spread my lips wider and began focusing her efforts on my throbbing clit.

“Oooooohhh…” was about all I could say as she began suckling it ever-so-gently, buckling my legs and forcing me to lie down on the grassy ground beneath me—who would have ever guessed that Fluttershy of all peoplewould be so good at giving oral?

For the record, the scent of my sexual spoor back in Equestria had been that of the rare sweet-and-spicy scented fireflower—a magical plant that required intense heat to grow and bloom; it was one of the few plants that would flourish in dragon lands or in the craters of active volcanoes--and I realized with some shock that odor was occurring again, even in my human form! And Fluttershy…?

Her spoor was suddenly that of hot and freshly made butterscotch, which was my favorite ice cream sundae topping at Sugar Cube Corner. I loved it, and at that moment, I loved her! So how could I not resist shifting to pull her on top of me, spreading her legs wide?

“Oh, Sunset…” her muffled voice called to me from between my legs as I tore off her panties--it wasn’t hard; they’d all but dissolved from her intense heat and wetness--and inhaled her sweetly sensual scent deeply, forgetting all about Midnight and Maud for a few wonderful moments. Within seconds, we were doing what ponies call The Swirl, eating each other out with wild abandon.

If this seems clinical or corny, I apologize. But you have to understand It was the first time I’d had sex since my redemption, and whatever superlatives I could use on it just aren’t enough. I could say it was wonderful and incredible, but even that would be an enormous understatement to convey the pure rapture and emotional radiance it brought me. I can’t even begin to explain how good it felt to bond with Fluttershy like this, in a mirrored act of forgiveness and apology that I still love her for to this day.

Please note, though, that I don’t claim to be a hard-core lesbian or fillyfooler, as the pony term for it is. Before Princess Twilight came along, sex was nothing more than a means to an end for me, regardless of whether I was with guys or girls. Whatever physical or emotional pleasure I derived from it was based entirely on the feeling of power and control it gave me.

But no longer, as our mutual passions accelerated towards orgasm, and a glance up from between Fluttershy’s creamy yellow legs showed that Maud was slowly working her way down Cinch’s body. She had already fully bared her arms and shoulders and was starting into her torso, crumbling her conservative clothes inch by illicit inch to reveal a surprisingly trim and toned form that still bore echoes of whatever sports she’d done in her youth.

I had just hit climax by the time Maud bared a single breast with a slow sweep of her hand over the left side of Cinch’s chest, brushing the blouse and bra away like so much dust to reveal a surprisingly ample mammary capped by an obviously erect teat, which Maud then began to suckle, even though she wasn’t about to get milk from a stone!

I didn’t see what happened after that. I felt the wave of pure passion break over me; my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I cried out, my voice muffled by Fluttershy’s muff—well, what else do you want me to call it? I’m a reformed tyrant, not a thesaurus!—as she likewise came and creamed all over my face with sweet butterscotch syrup in a sundae topping more delicious than anything I could get at an ice cream stand!

To my surprise, I could feel fresh magic in Fluttershy—not Midnight’s, but her own!—as she likewise came.

And then, either thanks to the hyperawareness that Midnight had imparted to us or simple and sudden sex-caused inspiration, I realized that the key to recreating her ascension and stopping this madness lay with what we had just done.

* * * * *

It would be some time before I could gather myself enough to attempt it, however, and there wasn’t yet enough magic for it to work. In order to generate it, we all needed to engage in more sex—a lot more!—and do so in the spirit of our respective Elements, as Fluttershy just had!

Fortunately, two more Element Bearers were about to assist as I noticed an entranced Rarity raptly watching Maud and Cinch. She was giving them the same level of mesmerized attention she’d previously been sparing for the four Shadowbolt boys, who still couldn’t get enough of each other; Trenderhoof appeared to have become the designated bottom of the group as he was being stuffed in both ends at once, one in front and now two from behind.

“My word… is there something wrong with me that I’m enjoying that?” she wondered aloud even as Pinkie continued to publically pleasure her. By that point, our fun-loving friend had maneuvered her in front of a new portal that led to a different part of the dragon lands. This one was full of drooling adolescent drakes, though at least one of the female dragons seemed far less impressed; a horned and blue-scaled one with orange eyes crossing her arms and staring at them in disgust.

“Not to me!” Pinkie promised, though in truth I was asking the question of myself as well—I found myself staring at the scene with Cinch and silently urging Maud on, even though I would have recoiled from the very notion before—was everything a turn-on to us now? “I love seeing my friends and sisters enjoying themselves! And meeting new friends like them!” she motioned with the cooler towards the dragons on the other side of the portal.

“I suppose you are right, darling. And in truth, I’m also enjoying this!” she belatedly realized as she reached down to spread her legs and lips wider in display for them, causing every reptilian male present to take an involuntary step forward towards her.

At least one climaxed instantly to the sight from both organs, leaving a series of steaming lines of dragon seed on the hot rock in front of him. He cringed and immediately buried his face in his talons in shame, swearing that never happened to him as the other adolescents just laughed.

“Oh, my…” Rarity said in a manner reminiscent of Fluttershy, who had recovered from her own oragsm enough to begin laying a fresh line of kisses up my bare and trembling thighs, getting ever closer to her goal as I could only hold my breath and anticipate the renewed rapture to come. “Look at them! A lady should never be so showy, and yet I truly like the effect I’m having on them!” she realized, intensifying her self-pleasuring efforts further; earning some appreciative growls and puffs of fire.

“Such unique forms! Such exquisite abilities! And such appreciation for true beauty regardless of race!” she further catalogued, causing dragon chests to swell in pride while one of the females just facepalmed. “If those are dragons, then I might like being with one! For how could any lady resist their charms?”

“Trust me. They’re not charming,” the horned blue female said over her crossed forelegs, showing no evidence of arousal herself. “And they’re not worth your time.”

Picture credit to Tyler611 at Deviant Art

“Oh, and you are?” One of the males retaliated even as his reptilian eyes never left Rarity, pressing his twin drakehoods together to form a single large one so he could stroke them both at once. “At least she’s willing to put out! You wouldn’t even take part in last decade’s rut!”

“With one of you?” The blue female rolled her eyes and snorted, blowing smoke out her nose. “And why would you even want them? No scales, no horns, no wings, no fire… what’s there to like? How could they even fight? And what does she have that I don’t aside from that ugly chest-mounted udder?”

“Hey!”Pinkie shouted, her hair falling flat and an evil gleam reappearing in her eyes. “If you want fire, I’ll go get my flamethrower! And can’t fight? Don’t make me pull out my panzerfaust!” she warned as she reached into a bush beside her, her statement causing my head to turn from where it had been fixed on Fluttershy’s slow rise up my legs—I have to say, I was learning a lot more about Pinkie than I was sure I wanted to.

“Excuse me?” Rarity also took immediate offense despite Pinkie’s slightly alarming statements, her pink cheeks turning decidedly red. “How dare you! I’ll have you know these ‘udders’, as you so grotesquely term them, are quite prized amongst my kind!”

“Yeah!” Pinkie added, her hair going floofy again. She then stepped back long enough to yank off her own top and toss it through the portal, letting them see her bright pink teats as the nearest dragons grabbed and sniffed at it deeply. “Get a load of these, boys! Big boobs run in my family!” She cupped and kneaded her massive mammaries, which grew further before their wide eyes. “Unless, that is, you don’t want to see them…?” She then crossed her arms over her chest, threatening to withdraw them from sight.

“Of course we do! Don’t listen to her! She’s just jealous!” One of the larger, purple-hued males quickly offered as his twin draconic shafts twitched hard and spurted a small amount of clear fluid, adding some steaming seed to the wisps of volcanic vapor visibly rising from the glowing cracks in the ground around them.

“Please don’t stop, Miss, er… sorry, we, uh, don’t know your names or even your race, but we love what we’re seeing!” he further added, to frantic nods from his fellow drakes. “S-sorry if we seem so eager, but you see… our own females don’t come into heat often! There also aren’t many other bipedal races around, but you…” he licked his snout with his long forked tongue. “Come on over and we’ll breed you properly! We’ll even give you all the gold and gemsyou want!”

I don’t think Rarity realized he meant to eat, but even so, for an adolescent dragon to offer up any part of their hoard...

“You will? How generous!” Rarity went starry-eyed. “You are truly the finest of gentlemen—er, gentledrakes!” she quickly corrected, leaving me wondering where she’d learned the term for male dragons. She then turned to her right and clasped Pinkie’s hand. “I am Rarity, and this is my friend, Pinkie Pie! Our race is called ‘human’, but that is unimportant right now! Pinkie, darling? Let us show that insulting and ignorant ogre how alluring we are by giving our more appreciative and dashing dragon friends a show they won’t forget!”

“My pleasure!” Pinkie responded, and then they turned to each other and began passionately making out and petting directly in front of the portal. They took pains to mash their chests together while clutching at each other’s flanks and backs, occasionally groping the other’s mammaries or reaching between legs to directly stimulate their intimate areas.

Their erotic act elicited a series of lustful growls and puffed smoke, drawing the males—and even one or two of the females—closer. Claws and tails began to wander on their side of the rift; the former belonging to the females finding erect organs while the latter were drawn between their legs, eliciting a series of sharp hisses; at least two of them turned to each other and started to make out just as Pinkie and Rarity were doing, to the shock and cheers of their own kind.

Make no mistake, it was as improbable a response as anything else that had happened that day. Dragons normally disdained other races, and I couldn’t imagine they normally would have any attraction to humans for the reasons the blue female had stated. But Midnight’s mating magic was so potent it was apparently effective even through the portals and even against a race as radically different as dragons, loosening whatever inhibitions they had.

It was a favor they were able to return, though. The multicolored vapors they emitted swirled around them, enticing and exciting them further; some even billowed right through the portal, putting a slight haze around Rarity and Pinkie. It was little known by most ponies that dragons could actually vent special smoke when aroused that contained a potent aphrodisiac, at least somewhat effective against their own kind—and apparently even more so against those races who had no resistance to it as Pinkie and Rarity got even more excited and frantic in their efforts as they were bathed in it.

“Wow—that stuff’s even better than smoking Tree Hugger’s special stash!” Pinkie proclaimed in a daze, now all but drooling as Rarity walked in front of her new lover and lowered her head to suckle a teat. She leaned hard on Pinkie in order to give the dragons a spectacular view of her perfectly proportioned flanks and inviting entrance from behind, even going so far as to reach back to spread her lips further, causing at least one more drake to spontaneously climax. “Give us more!” a breathless Pinkie further urged them, and they instantly obliged her by blowing fresh fumes into the rift.

I even felt some echo of its effect as a whiff of sweet and spicy odor wafted by, not too unlike the flavored hookah smoke Pinkie had once convinced me to try, rousing me and Fluttershy for yet another round.

I have to say it did its job quite admirably as we pulled ourselves up and began to kiss again, hands going to each other’s chest. And even on their side of the rift, the blue female went a bit rose-cheeked and uncomfortable; squirming slightly and clenching her claws to stop them from pawing at herself. She stole an occasional glance through the portal or at the panting, flame-puffing, and frantically self-pleasuring males; at least once her gaze even wandered towards me and her eyes squinted like she found me familiar.

I half-thought I might have known her too, but I didn’t spare it much thought. As I watched, she shook her head hard and spread her wings like she was trying to get herself to fly off, but something compelled her to stay; despite her best efforts, her claws were starting to wander towards her slit.

I again swore I’d seen her before, but as Fluttershy and I began to kiss again, I didn’t care much, keeping only half an eye on the proceedings. I wouldn’t have interfered even if I was capable of it, knowing they had to have sex in order to generate enough magic for me to ascend, and the dragons were in fact helping them do it by giving them both the chance to express their Elements—Pinkie to help others have fun, and Rarity to be generous towards others. Even if in this case, it was with her own body!

They hardly needed my help or anyone else’s, however; they were acting like the longtime lovers they’d never been! And their fire was only fueled by the literal ones on the other side, both the flames of their reptilian passions and the very ones they could breathe.

Though the dragons weren’t yet brave enough to try and pass through it—I wouldn’t have been either; not knowing the passage was safe or how it would affect them; would it transform them or do something unwanted?—but they did collect closer to the rift; almost close enough to touch them; a couple even started to reach for them only to pull back just short of the rift surface… at least until Rarity reached right through and directly grasped one of his drakehoods.

Her squeezing caused him to gasp and erupt on the spot with a mighty roar and gout of flame that, to my relief, he retained enough awareness to direct his fire upwards, away from Rarity’s arm. His seed was a different matter, however, as it passed right through the portal unhindered and unerringly found her face and breasts, leaving steaming seed dripping off her chin and chest.

“So warm… so good…” she recited as the drake stumbled back to the approving noises of his friends, who clapped his back repeatedly, calling him various flavors of stud. “My, such magnificent virility...” Rarity further confessed as she licked her fingers clean; her gaze flickering again to their long and erect twin organs of various impressive lengths, widths and hues, all ridged and tapered and presented to them both in offering.

“You said it!” Pinkie added, collecting a gob on her finger to taste before cleaning up her friend’s face with her tongue. “That’s good! Tastes like the smoky paprika I sometimes add to dark chocolate cupcakes!”

“Uh… there’s more if you want it!” the drake offered shakily, pulling himself back up with the help of his friends. Only one of his twin organs had softened, and even that one was rapidly surging back to full attention. “From all of us! And for such a wonderful show and tingling touch…” He offered up a flawless red fire ruby—one of the most prized of all gemstones to dragons for both their taste and the strong power boost they provided—to the evident shock of the blue female, causing Rarity to gasp and raise her arms to take it.

“Such generosity merits an equal reward!” she proclaimed, accepting the gem and clutching it to her chest. “I shall treasure it always! And yet I want more…” Rarity told them, causing more offerings to be made of various precious gems. “But not simply more riches! I cannot believe I am saying this, but… I want to be with you! I want tobe bred by you!” she told them all, her eyes flickering from one phallus pair to another in turn.

Her declaration and the direction of her gaze immediately caused the drakes to flex and present themselves in offering, some even trying to entice her as I’d read they did for their own females, by breathing great gouts of fire in a peacock-like display to show the length, color, and heat of their flames.

“My, they are all so eager! But should we…?” she turned to Pinkie Pie.

“Duh! Of course we should! I love seeing my friends having fun, especially new ones I’ve just met! They want to be good hosts, so I say we let them! Let’s cross over ourselves and let them have us!”

“You can’t,” the blue dragoness informed them over crossed arms, though her cheeks were now decidedly pink and she was shifting back and forth uncomfortably. “This entire area is volcanic and the ground and air here is far too hot for you. You’re not fireproof. And our flames and talons might injure you.”

“Ooo, good point! Hey, Midnight!” Pinkie called out to our equal parts benefactor and temptress, who responded to the call by looking over at her expectantly. “Me and Rarity want to cross over and have fun with our new friends, but it’s an active volcano over there! Can you help?”

“For such a fine display from those who were nice to me? Of course I can,” she replied with a grin, pointing a finger to cast a fresh spell on them both. “I consider myself a generous goddess, so there you go, girls. You’re fireproof and claw-proof now—oh yes, and you can’t be poisoned by volcanic vapors. You can’t be easily injured and could even bathe in lava if you like, so enjoy!

“But while you’re there, be sure and save a few gems for Maud, here. She’ll appreciate it almost as much as she appreciates Cinch,” she said with a nod at the now nearly-naked Principal, who Maud continued to lavish attention on.

“You got it! Now let's do this, girlfriend!” Pinkie invited, and then, taking Rarity’s hand in hers, they stepped through the portal as one.