“Your Highness!”

“Not now! The whore has escaped and we can’t find her.”

“That’s the problem! We tried to stop her your Highness but by the time we found her she…”

“She what?”

“Th-the ritual. It worked! The stallions with me were massacred. She’s bound to come to the city next.”

“Then we must assemble as many stallions as we can. We’ll overw-”

“Your Highness, we need to seal her away. I have a plan. We will need as many warriors as we can to distract her.”

“And if your plan doesn’t work?”

“We’re already as good as dead as we stand now.”

“...”

Lyra stood at the temple entrance, admiring the view night sky above the city. Her hunger was sated for now but as far as she was concerned, there always room for dessert. The sounds of ponies rallying together could be heard within the city. It would seem they were expecting her. She began her first steps into the city as a new mare.

A couple emerged from a house just ahead she walked down the empty streets. A stallion stepped out with his arm around a mare, his hand fondling her large D-cup breast. Lyra recognized the mare as one of the most well known prostitutes in the city, Yellow Star. The stallion peeked over his shoulder at Lyra, sensing someone nearby.

“What do we have here? A worthless urchin still scraping the streets for coin? Gotten so desperate that you’re walking around naked now?” Mocked the stallion.

Yellow Star turned around, taking in Lyra’s new body shape, “I have to say, that looks pretty convincing. Let me guess, you found some hollowed out melons and painted them to looks like a pair of tits? Cute, but nothing compared to the real thing. And just what did you slap on your butt and paint to look like a pair of actual hips?” She covered her mouth as she laughed.

The stallion smirked and let go of the mare, “Let’s find out!” He approached Lyra and grabbed her hips, pulling and groping at the supple flesh. His spiteful demeanor slowly turned to confusion. “What the? Th-there’s no way this is real…” Lyra didn’t even spare the stallion a glance as he felt her up and kept her eyes fixed on Yellow Star. The stallion moved up and started curiously squeezing and pulling on her breasts.

“Get your disgusting hands off me.” Lyra raised her hands and brought them down on the stallion’s wrists, effortlessly severing his hands. They held firm for a second then fell to the floor. He raised his arms to his face, his mouth started opening to scream as the realization started to hit him. She grabbed his face and covered his mouth before any noise could escape his lips and with one hand, threw him with great force at his house. Bones could be heard shattering and the wall was painted in his blood. As his dead body dropped to the floor, severe damage could be seen on the section of wall he impacted.

Yellow Star covered her mouth and screamed. Lyra sashayed towards her, prompting the terrified mare to back away. “G-get away from me! You monster!”

“What happened to that attitude from before, hm? Didn’t you want to see if my breasts were fake?”

Yellow Star turned to run but was quickly stopped by Lyra’s hand on her wrist. Yellow Star let out another loud scream and tried to wrench herself free. Lyra yanked her in and held her soft rump firmly while her other hand rest gently on her back.

“Go ahead and feel for yourself” Lyra suggested as Yellow Star tried to shake and pull away. Lyra held still, allowing the frightened mare to struggle and fight to her heart’s content, savoring every moment. After some time she stopped resisting, her hands slowly and shakily reaching up to feel up Lyra’s breasts. She slowly massaged and dug into the flesh surprised to find that it was real.

“Looks like I finally surpassed you, Yellow Star. I’d love to celebrate and reminisce about the good old days, but you know how it is. Now that I’m at the top, I have to make sure keep you at the bottom. You understand, right? After all, you taught me that.”

Lyra’s hand move up from Yellow Star’s back to the back of her head and forcefully shoved her between her tits. Yellow Star yelped and tried to pull up but Lyra’s cleavage would not yield an inch. Lyra held her for a moment, savoring the feeling of sandwiching Yellow Star between her tits. The mare that used to belittle and berate her now struggled to move her powerful, bountiful bosom. Satisfied, Lyra pulled her out and spun her around. Her hands snaked into the flesh between Yellow Star’s breasts and her left ass cheek. Yellow Star stared down at her chest. Dread filled her entire being as her breasts started to shrivel up and her hips began to sink in. Her voluptuous figure was being destroyed in mere seconds. She screamed and tried to wiggle out of Lyra’s embrace. Her envious D-cup breasts were reduced to shriveled up husks before very eyes.

Lyra removed her hands from her body, sealing the entry wounds as her hands exited. She shoved Yellow Star to the ground beneath her.

“Let’s see you make a living looking like that. No hard feelings, right, Yellow Star.” Lyra laughed and left the broken mare to sob and scream on the street.

She made a note to keep her stops to a minimum. As much as she was enjoying savoring each pony she encountered, she had someone she needed to deal with as soon as possible. The pony that escaped. The pony that had attempted to kill her. As much as she owed her new powers to him, his original intentions could not be ignored. Lyra sped up her walk, swiftly killing anypony she came across by impaling with her arm into them or simply decapitating them, absorbing their blood and organs as she did so. Eventually, her warpath was finally blocked by the emperor, accompanied a horde of stallions armed to the teeth all sorts of weaponry. Lyra stopped in her tracks, not because she was worried, but the sight of the emperor reminded him of earlier. She no longer needed to bow to this lowly equine.

The emperor stood in front of the army of warriors with a spear held firm in his right hand. “Surrender now, whore, or face the wrath of my army!”

Lyra hid her anger behind a confident face. In truth, she was sick and tired of being constantly referred to as some nameless whore. She had no words for the contemptuous stallion. She resumed her slow march.

“I said stop” He angrily demanded. Lyra showed no signs of obeying his commands. “So be it!” He raised his spear up high. “KILL HER!”

Spears flew into the night sky, their deadly tips descending towards Lyra. Her new heightened senses and reflexes allowed her to see every gap in the rain of spears and react accordingly. She effortlessly stepped through them, swatting a few away with one hand. Her forward march did not falter.

“Y-you think you will get away with defying my rule, whore!? As we speak, we have already prepared a ritual to destroy you! You cannot esc-”

The emperor refused to move, believing himself to be protected by the gods. His belief were thrown at the window almost instantly. Lyra bumped against the left side of the emperor as he spoke. She passed through him unhindered, the half of his body that made contact with her was absorbed almost instantaneously. The right half of his body collapsed to the floor, still alive for a full minute. Blood and chunks of muscle leaked from his body. He could only vocalize his agony through a series of gurgles and choking noises.

The soldiers gasped, staring slack jawed at the mare. She appeared to be unstoppable. A few more warriors charged the green mare, axes and spears drawn. An axe was embedded in her head and three spears penetrated her chest and stomach.

“Quickly! Fall back to the temple! The ritual must be completed!” A stallion yelled. The band of warriors charged forward. Lyra was somewhat worried about this ritual. She had to at least make sure if it was truly a threat or not. She ripped the spears and axes from her body and hurled them like torpedoes through the lines of stallions attempting to get past her. The few that remain were swiftly slaughtered. The last remaining stallion was hoisted into the air by the minty green hand that pierced his chest. The cold, heartless glare was the last thing he saw before his body was drained of blood, muscle and bone in seconds. Lyra threw the shriveled husk to the floor and sprinted back to the temple. With any luck, the ritual was being led by the pony that tried to sacrifice her. Killing him and stopping the ritual would solve both of her problems at once.

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“...no...but it’s the only option we have. Stay where you, I’m going to check on something, I won’t be long.”

Zeal cautiously walked down the halls of the temple, the torches along the walls lit his way. He stopped at a familiar section of wall, where two sconces hung in close proximity unlike their usual placement throughout the temple. He lifted two torches from nearby and placed them upon the two sconces. The section of wall opened into a familiar hidden room. The room’s interior was demolished and coated in blood, though no bodies could be found. Zeal slammed his fist against the door and cursed. The altar in the center, his main concern, had been absolutely destroyed. He growled to himself and backed out of the room. Removing the torches to hide the room forever, he cursed again, wishing it had been him that had been on the altar. If only he had translated the writings correctly…

“Aww, I know it hurts.” A familiar female voice mocked from the other end of the hall, causing his fur to stand on end for a moment. “But honestly though, I don’t see why you’re so upset. This is all your fault. Amazing how much a tiny mistake can blow up in your face so hard.” Lyra was leisurely meandering down the hallway, mocking the the villainous stallion. With the way out cut off, Zeal turned ran deeper into the temple.

He darted into the deepest chamber guarded by a large pair of double doors that had been left open.

“Sh-she’s coming! Everyone get ready!”

Lyra made it to the heart of the temple. Slamming both doors shut behind her, she was ready to make this place his grave as well as anypony else who was with him.

“Now!”

Lyra looked around the room. In the corners stood for statues of equine-like proportions sporting an eagles head with their beaks open. A unicorn stood next to each statue, their horns aglow. In the center of the room, Zeal and two other ponies wielding handaxes stood behind a coffin watching cautiously. It was here Lyra made her biggest mistake, still believing herself to be untouchable. She ignored the unicorns went straight for Zeal, bursting into a run. As she leapt over the coffin, her legs were caught by something, dragging her straight down.

“What the!?”

She looked down at the bandages binding her legs. Looking up, she could see them flowing from the statues’ beaks. She was starting to have difficulties staying upright.

Zeal grinned triumphantly, “Having a little trouble standing, whore? These wraps will drain you of your blood for years to come. You may be nearly immortal, but without any blood you will surely die just like any other being on this earth!” The two warriors beside him threw their axes at her. Lyra caught them easily and threw them back, cleaving their faces in half and sending their bodies to the ground. The wraps were steadily rising up her legs. She was losing her ability to move.

“You might be able to seal me for now, but I won’t die.”

“Then let your confidence be your undoing!”

Lyra grinned ear to ear, “Wise words. You should try taking them to heart!” Bone disconnected and broke in her right arm. She lunged her right arm forward, stretching it until it was twice it’s normal length and grabbed Zeal by the neck. He wasn’t given the time to panic, but he would soon have a long time to regret his overconfidence. He was reeled in immediately and pressed against her body.

“N-NOOO-” His voice was quickly cut off as he starting sinking into Lyra’s body. She wrapped both her arms around him and squeezed, speeding up the process. The wraps seized her arms and started to wrap them up. The wraps on her lower half were now up to her hips. With her energy rapidly leaving her body, she fell to her back inside the coffin. Zeal’s legs were quickly pulled into her chest.

Lyra was shocked to see a bulge form in her chest. Her flesh started fold around Zeal’s head as he started to emerge from her body.

“I-I w-will n-not die here with y-you!” He grunted out, struggling to fight against the weakened Lyra’s body. The wraps were starting to converge at her chest. Lyra focused the remainder of her energy there. Her torso began to bulk up considerably, putting Zeal’s own toned body to shame. Zeal had managed to get his shoulders out before starting to sink back in again. He could feel Lyra’s organs coming to life and assisting in pulling him back inside. His screams filled the room as he fought with all his might.

“You can’t escape! You’ll keep me alive until the day I can once again roam free!” Zeal’s head was pulled back into her chest, vanishing between her enormous breasts. The wraps covered her chest just as he was pulled back in, sealing his fate. Lyra’s bodybuilder physique faded, disappearing under the draining power of the enchanted bandages. With her body completely wrapped up, two of the unicorns left the safety of their corners and ran to seal up the coffin. While the absorption of Zeal was cause for concern, they dared not undo the wraps lest their efforts go to waste. Their city and population had been considerably devastated in only an hour, their finest warriors and ruler had been slain in nearly a minute. The city would not recover and in but a few years, would slowly die out until eventually a group of nomadic minotaur raiders rode in and finished it off.

Though the wraps continued to drain Lyra for years, she remained alive. She did not absorb Zeal. Zeal’s heart, brain and circulatory system was internally rewired to Lyra’s own, forming a temporary symbiotic relationship. He was kept alive inside her solely to continuously pump blood into Lyra’s system. Over centuries, Equestria would slowly become a unified nation of ponies under the rule of two benevolent alicorn sisters. The wraps that bound her slowly lost their power over centuries until they would eventually lose their enchantment entirely. She would wait for countless years until someone finally opened the coffin that sealed her and she could once again walk the earth. Until this time, even once he was no longer needed, Lyra kept him alive. She would torture him slowly and painfully, healing his body and beginning again. Her brain kept his alive and healthy, making sure his will never broke and was able to process everything until the day she was finally released.

Author's Note

Her name was the first to pop into my head. I thought it was kind of appropriate. Flashback over now. Hurray!