Equestria Goes to the Monsters

by MasterOfNintendo

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Random, Princess Celestia, Slice of Life, Dark, Anthro, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders, Romance
Length: 15428

An anthology of the most interesting kind. Mainly...clop. Yep.

My first clop-fic.

Tartarus is a land filled with all manner of strange and terrible creatures. Monsters, demons, and the like wait until the day they may be free, ready to seek vengeance against the surface and the Princesses that rule above it.

Nowadays, they just want to have some fun above. And by fun, they mean a very SPECIAL kind of...mingling.

WARNING: Contains Sex, Gore, Male/Male, Impregnation, Mind Breaking, and overall oddness.

Artwork from jrvanesbroek. Credit to him/her/I can never tell

UPDATE 7/16/16: Some artwork will be used or referenced from daxhie or any other artist. Why? Because I'm a variety kind of guy. Explanations in third chapter.

Published 2016-07-14 06:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-07-18 09:24:52 UTC

Uncover the Monster

Centuries Ago

Everypony knows that there was once a time in which the twin Princesses, Celestia and Luna, ruled together in harmony. Before the Nightmare Moon incident, they held their benevolent rule over the land and the flowers grew and the sun shone and yada yada yada...

Perhaps a look into one of their most interesting exploits would do for this upcoming tale.

During their rule, the gates of Tartarus were let loose. No pony knows how THAT happened (Cerberus was denied his treats for a good 3 hours), but a select few know that the lands became infested with all matter of monstrosities. Some were standard demons, others looked much more exotic and frightful. Their intentions were one in the same. Desolation of the land and the creation of a Tartarus on Equestria.

Needless to say, this failed. Celestia, Luna, and all their forces drove them back into the hellscape. The battle was actually very swift, as the monsters were surprisingly unprepared for resistance. All they wanted to do was make a home the only way they knew how.

One monster, going by the name of Incipere, vowed that the lands would be covered in their subject's blood before they would give up on their quest to make the land a kingdom of abominations. Still, the outcome was clear. They would be trapped in Tartarus for the rest of their days.

Life would go on from then. The invaders had children of their own. And they had their own children. And the cycle continued. The same could be said about the surface as well.

One must note, however. With age comes experience. The monsters and, eventually, their descendants would think of new ways to reach the surface and claim the land for their own once more. However, most of the monsters had grown disillusioned with that goal. They just wanted a place to visit and have some fun.

If only somepony installed a telephone in that hellhole. One call and a pardon might be on hoof.

Present Day

To say that a kingdom of monsters would be an improvement over current life in Equestria would sound crazy to newcomers and those who clung to the past. Now, that would be a capital idea.

Political strife had led to one hair-raising event. The event that Prince Blueblood, through convoluted means, had ascended to the self-proclaimed title of 'God-King of Everything'. Apparently, he had gotten his hold on some kind of object that most ponies refer to as 'The Macguffin Muffin'.

All the ponies who laughed at that were eradicated by Blueblood's guards, who were deprived of their will beforehand.

This sudden cruel behavior was diagnosed as "Ronnus Deatheateri". You could see where this was going. Blueblood had turned into an absolute Caligula. Ordering holidays that had all to do with kissing his feet, giving out draconian punishments when it seemed minor, and all sorts of stuff that would usually get him dragged before a United Nations counsel.

The princesses were no-where to be seen. The theory of them going into hiding seemed popular with most of the populace. Still, they prayed for the day they would return and overthrow this mad stallion.

Oh, and make sure they chuck his radio where the sun don't shine. You can only play "I'm Too Sexy" so many times before it causes everypony's ears to rupture.

Just outside of Sweet Apple Acres

Despite the utter ire everypony faced, Sweet Apple Acres was still a shining beacon of decency. Sure, Blueblood was utterly disgusted with the food and threatened to sue, but it would be good while it lasted. The barn was still there and the Apple family was more and more determined to make sure they stood together. No matter what.

One such member, however, had decided to go one step ahead. Working tirelessly with a shovel, the grown mare kept digging. Even though the purpose behind this was anything but pleasant, she still had a smile on her face as she observed her hard work.

Her name was Apple Bloom. Gone was the filly that so desperately wanted a Cutie Mark enough to start her own 'club'. Now, thanks to her family and friends, she had found her talent. She actually had a knack for putting in some elbow grease into basic construction, so she set out to do just that. As her friends figured out their own talents, she continued to pursue hers. Years went by and the group went their separate ways on good terms.

They shall be seen again as the plot thickens, but before the narrator gets a taste of the lash, let's focus on her right now.

It wasn't just her determination that grew. She was almost as strong as her big sister, as her four-pac abs and muscles clearly demonstrated. Her skin was a bit darker in tone and her hair was slightly longer. She still kept her signature bow, though. The stallions and a few mares had also taken interest in her rack. Applejack would be proud, if she wasn't too busy chasing them all away with Big Mac in tow.

To say nothing of the incident where Granny Smith came charging in with a 12-gauge when one teenage colt got too close.

Due to budget constraints caused by Blueblood's reign, her clothing was also a bit of eye candy in of itself. For one things, her shorts had a broken zipper, exposing her red thong. Another distracting feature was the fact that her shirt was covered by a overalls/saddle combo that managed to cover her nipples just right. Her gloves, boots, and hard hat were fine.

Why was she here? Blueblood had planned to set up a beauty parlor right next to the barn. It would seem a bit odd to place it there, but Blueblood's rules were Blueblood's rules, right or wrong.

"Sheesh." Apple Bloom sighed, her smile fading as she continued to dig. "What I wouldn't give to be the one to dig that no-good varmint's grave. I mean, I'd like to stay out of prison, but this has gone far enough. Here I am, talking to myself while trying to keep my family afloat. At least I have it better than sis."

That would be a story for another day.

"Well, just this last hole and that should do for today." The farm mare said as she neared the end of her digging. "I hope the other girls are doin' fine. Nah, who am I kidding? They're probably just as miserable as the rest of us." She leaned against her shovel after her last dig. "C'mon, Celestia. Show us you're still there. Just...give us a sign."

She looked the sky. The sun was setting fast. Pretty soon, she would have to return home and be forced to listen to Applejack still working as the grown filly tried to sleep. It was helpful and all, but Apple Bloom worried that one day, her sister would work herself to death.

She was just about to give up the ghost and return home when she heard a rumbling. The ground beneath her looked ready to give way.

"Uh...what in the Sam Nell?" She remarked. "Did somepony mention the cancellation of the shOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!"

With that, she fell down the emerging chasm, her shovel being the only sign she was there. Nopony heard her screams as she descended.

Beneath Sweet Apple Acres

When Apple Bloom woke up, she was a bit worse for wear. Her hat, bow, and shorts were gone and her skin was a bit bruised from the fall. Other than that, she felt fine.

"Okay. What just happened?" She asked herself as she got up. Apparently, she was in some kind of shack. Only if the wood used to make it was made of brimstone and the bed looked like it was designed by Iron Maiden. There were also a selection of books titled 'Stories to Cheer Up Your Fellow Monster'.

"Getting a serial killer vibe here." She nervously said to herself as she was about to step out. Before she could reach it, she heard a knock on the door.

"Hello?" The voice called out. It sounded like a normal stallion would, yet a bit deeper. "Are you alright? I came here to thank you for the great thing you've done."

"Who is this?" Apple Bloom asked. "And could ya' please explain why I'm here? Sis must be worried sick."

"I'm sorry about that." The voice sounded sincere. "First, let me remind you. Don't scream if I don't look appealing to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She raised an eyebrow.

Her answer came to her when the being opened the door and revealed his visage.

He was like a cross between a wolf and a dragon, yet he stood hunched like a weary stallion. He was mostly covered in black fur, but his underside, hands, and legs were covered in silver dragon scales. His eyes glew red with life and his long tail swished every 4 seconds. His claws were red as well and there were even some red spikes jutting out of his back. A large red scar was across his chest.

"Do I scare you?" Asked the monster.

"Uh...you certainly don't look like you came from Ponyville." The farm mare moved back into a corner. "Look, I know a thing or two about kicking flank, so don't try anything funny!"

"Relax. I'm not gonna eat you." The beast held up his hand in defense. "My name is Noctis and I've come here to thank you the only way I could."

"Thank me? For what?" She sounded curious now.

"First off, what's your name?" Noctis tilted his head.

"Name's Apple Bloom." She replied.

"That's a nice name." Noctis smiled. "And I thank you for breaking a hole through the surface so we monsters could return to our promised land."

"Wait. We're in the middle of Tartarus?!" She cried out. "I broke a hole into Tartarus?! That's crazy!"

"Don't worry. I can get you out." The creature assured. "Still. This means we can finally integrate into society and topple that idiotic ruler of yours! No offense."

"None taken, actually." She said. "That be great, really. The part about Blueblood. My family's profits are going down because of him. Unless this is a trick, then congrats."

"I'm glad to here that." Noctis got a bit closer and sat down in a little chair. "There is one thing I have to do before I release you and the rest of my kin. Our kind has waited a long time to come up above. One particular desire is to...how do we put this lightly? Create new blood."

"Nope. Not followin'." She said.

"Uh...bring upon the seeds of future achievements?" Noctis twiddled his fingers.

"You sound kind of like Twilight when you talk like that." Apple Bloom said. "It's kind of cute."

Noctis, unbeknownst to the both of them, began to sweat profusely as he ogled the farmy mare's skimpy frame. "FINE! We wish to mate with select members of the populace. We're packing heat, basically."

Apple Bloom didn't know whether to crack a joke about having her sister blow some steam through one of these guys or freaking out at the possibility of her town getting plowed by a race of monsters.

"And, you know, well..." Noctis got a bit closer. "You don't mind if I service you in return for your help?"

"Are you sayin' you wanna do me?" Apple Bloom flat-out asked.

"Actually, I'm asking YOU to do me, but whatever works." The wolf-thing had a huge blush on his face.

Apple Bloom thought to herself. She had been aware of how many ponies had tried to get her in the haystack, only to be met with the obvious result involving her family. Though they tried to dissuade her from such, it was hard to resist the thought of having years of working out pay off through a good screw.

That, and the scent of the monster was getting rather...arousing.

"Ah, land's sake." She sighed as she ripped her panties in half softly, surprising the beast. "Fine. But I'm on top."

"Really? You would mate with me?" Noctis could feel his member rise from his scaly loins. "That's awfully kind of you."

"Let's just say a few ponies taught me to always help a stranger in need." She said as she easily slipped out of her overalls, exposing her breasts. "Except if he's WAY older. Then, it's just creepy."

"I'm sure there's a moral loophole there, but I can live with that." Noctis remarked as his member was fully revealed. "Pardon the pun, but I think it's time we let our new relation...bloom."

There was a bout of silence. "Just kiss me already." Apple Bloom smirked with a sort of embarrassed look.

With that, Noctis pressed his snout against hers and did just that. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she deepened the kiss. His tongue was reptile-like, therefore he could wrap it around hers with ease. She moaned as they continued to do this. Noctis's hand were feeling around her muscular waist, enjoying every bit of skin they touched.

Breaking away from the kiss, Apple Bloom pointed down. "Sit." She commanded. He obeyed and she responded by spreading her legs, revealing her tight pussy to him. "Eat."

"You've been waiting to do this, haven't you?" The creature deviously asked. "That makes two of us." With that, the beast buried his snout into her marehood.

She moaned as his serpentine tongue danced around in the area. She grabbed her left breast as the pleasure became overbearing. The monster licked even harder when the other hand grabbed his black fur, riding him all the way through. Eventually, she lost her balance and fell down, leaving her at his mercy.

"My turn." Noctis declared as he loomed over her and gave her a tongue lash to the nose, tickling her and teasing her at the same time. His member was positioned directly in front of her golden pussy lips. "I just want you to know that this might hurt. If we do this, there's no going back. I belong to you and, while you can go about as you please, you are mine."

"So, you're my coltfriend if you do this?" Apple Bloom asked, her voice a bit soft from the pleasure she experienced earlier.

"Essentially." He edged closer, clearly getting impatient.

"Go right ahead." She smiled. "You don't seem that bad."

"Steady as she goes." He smirked as he instantly entered his cock into her entrance. She let out a gasp of pain and surprise, but she quickly got used to the thrusts when the pleasure increased in an instance. Moaning with each thrust, she grabbed his waist and started to thrust off of him instead. Wishing to make this even better, Noctis wrapped a claw around one of her legs and began to lick it all the way to the hoof at the end. That only caused her moan some more.

This went on a few good minutes until the both of them felt an orgasm about to transpire. No words were spoken as Noctis went even deeper inside of her and unleashed his load into her. Apple Bloom shivered uncontrollably as she came as well. Cum leaked down Noctis's member onto the floor as they finished their session.

All the two could do was hold each other in an embrace as sleep overtook them. Both of them have never felt so alive in quite a long while.

Noctis was especially happy when he saw a horde of monsters head towards the hole made in the ground. The freedom of both Tartarus dweller and surface dweller would begin right now.

Author's Note

Theme of Noctis:

Yep. This is my first clop fic. With art that isn't even mine. Sounds odd, but that stuff's popular here.

It's time for something a little different than the standard clop-fic. Let's have a go!

Pie, Cowboys, and the Monster

Somewhere in Cloudsdale

Obviously, whatever disease Blueblood came down with had to be cured ASAP. For Cloudsdale was a far different place than it was before. Some might say that only the maddest of minds could have come up with it.

The first problem was the traveling system. Connecting to every cloud was a railway that had laser beams for guardrails. When questioned about this, Blueblood claimed it was to keep the Pegasi in line. Also, he said something about a monkey before going back to his 555th cocaine pile.

Skill was now required for every single innocent trip in the sky. The passport system to the ground was also out of whack. Pegasi and the like had to solve sudoku puzzles just to get through. Yet another idea Blueblood came up with while worshiping the mountain of white insanity he had stocked up on.

No unit was hit harder, though, than the Wonderbolts. They were torn apart by the authorities. Figuratively, that is. They were replaced by a robotic team that called themselves Swag Force. The idea was to create a far more flashier and 'New Age' display that served to stroke the ego of the current ruling staff.

Thousands were injured when they saw a pony in the audience drinking from a beverage that wasn't Blueblood approved. Yep.

In one of the houses, one important member of the former team could just not stop looking at a pic he took of himself during his glory days. He had ones of the team, yes, but this one reminded him of when he was...alive.

This was Soarin, the Second-In-Command of the Wonderbolts. Or something like that. Nopony really got that. That aside, he had just the right physique for a Wonderbolt. Muscular, but lean enough to glide gracefully through the air. The tight Wonderbolt suit he still wore (even as of this scene) was also a good distraction against enemy fliers, especially male ones.

Soarin was well aware he looked quite feminine and recently, just before Blueblood got into power, he admitted to liking stallions more. His team accepted that fact with open arms, nonetheless.

"We done good, team. We done good." He sighed as he scarfed down the last piece of his pie. "What I wouldn't give for the good ol' days. Back when I didn't have to worry about my wings getting singed by my own town."

He also wished a certain someone would drop by. His team would be a welcome addition, but there was some stallion he met while on tour that he swore he would never forget. He remembered their parting conversation before everything went to Tartarus. The location was kind of fuzzy in his memory, but maybe it was a bar...or a saloon. Whatever.

Some Time Ago

'So, when should we this again?' The other stallion asked as they laid in bed.

'I dunno. Maybe Thursday. When this whole election blows over.' Soarin said. 'No pun intended.'

"Nah, pardner. It's okay.' The other gave him a peck on the nose. 'I'll be waiting.'

'So will I.' Soarin held his hand. He couldn't help but act this silly. He was just so beautiful. And inventive, considering their usage of a lasso and the Pegasus's goggles.

Present Day

Soarin couldn't help but reach down to his loins without thinking. His suit may have been pretty modest, but the tightness was sometimes too much for his junk. He began to feel around it, pretending it was his lover.

Coincidence: a remarkable concurrence of events or circumstances without apparent causal connection.

That word was the exact one to use in this scenario, as a certain stallion burst through the door and immediately began to bolt the door with various objects he could find. Tables, lamps, a whole stack of Pegasister Magazines, a massive replica of one of the pies Applejack made...

"Oh. Hey, Soarin. Great to see you." The stallion breathed as he adjusted his hat once he was done.

Braeburn, the proud member of the Appleloosa, had been facing his own troubles back at home. Though they have been kept safe from Blueblood's reign due to being isolated from normal Equestrian rule (that and the new ruler was kinda lazy that way), a horde of terrifying monsters came their way, right out of the blue. The whole town panicked and was eventually scattered.

"Wow. Thanks for the paragraph." Soarin said, gladly welcoming his unexpected guest and putting aside the lazy exposition. "Wait a minute. Are you serious? Monsters showed up? I thought the desert was bad as it was already."

"Well, it just got a whole lot worse." Braeburn sat next to him. "Still. I'm glad I ended up here. Managed to get past the security on account of one of them monsters."

"One's loose here?!" Soarin cried out.

"Nah, it was one of those small monsters. Managed to spook the guard enough for me to get in. The rest is probably handlin' the rest." His eyes moved down the bulge in the pegasus's crotch. "Speaking of problems..."

"Way ahead of you." Soarin smiled, his mood changing with the promise of a long awaited screw. He started to unzip out of his outfit, revealing his toned blue skin and throbbing black cock. It wasn't impressive as Big Mac's, but it was rather smooth.

"Now, you're talkin'." Braeburn smiled as he removed his ass-less chaps, revealing his yellow stallionhood. It was like Soarin's, only bigger in width. "Wanna be on bottom again?"

"I bet you already know." The pegasus breathed before he sloppily kissed the cowboy on the mouth. Braeburn returned it as their cocks touched, leaking precum onto the bed sheets.

Just Outside the Door

Indeed, the security had taken care of the flying monsters. The first wave, however, was easy compared to the larger ones that started to descend. But that battle is not what we're here for.

One particular guard was shooting everything in sight, not caring where the bullets led. The surge of power was just too much for law and order to get in the way.

"AW, YEAH! Hail to the king, baby!" He cried out as he continued his spree. Several monsters and pegasi were injured in the scuffle.

Suddenly, he felt something cold go down his shoulder. Something rather large was looming over him.

"Come to daddy." He smirked as he got his wits back. He turned and began open firing. The bullets bounced off the serpentine body as a pair of muscular hand grabbed his sides, causing him to drop his gun.

"What the hell?!" He cried out as he was lifted off the ground. No amount of struggling was going to get him out of this.

The lower half of the beast was a massive red python body. The tail swung back and forth as the hands lifted the victim to where the upper torso was. Said torso was like that of a stallion, but covered in bony plating. The head was the most disturbing feature. It was a massive centipede head with wicked mandibles. The monster had a name written across its chest.

Momma

"Put me down, you freak!!!" The guard screamed, his confidence dripping by the second, not that he would admit it. Momma simply tilted her head to the right. "What's the matter, you freaking stupid?!"

That seemed to tick off the beast. Rearing her head back, she lunged for his neck. Before he could even scream, her mandibles were clenched around his neck. As the blades slowly pierced into the sides, blood flowed from the stallion's orifices. It looked like his head was going to burst.

That didn't happen. Instead, his head popped off like a cork on a bottle. It landed somewhere in the distance, but what mattered to Momma was the body. A long straw-like appendage emerged from her maw and instantly sucked all the blood out. All that was left was the headless and now bloodless body.

Something caught her attention, though. Not the gunfire or the promise of more food, but the right to breed. Of course, she had a special kind of breeding in mind. It was what her body dictated after all.

Jumping from cloud to cloud (usually very clumsily), she reached her destination. She could hear copious amounts of moaning coming from within. With that, she had a peek.

Soarin bit the pillow as Braeburn's cock rubbed against the walls of his ass. He had been subjected to this 5 times already during their relationship (2 were due to drunk instances, though). It felt so good to have his smooth ass-cheeks be grasped so vigorously by Braeburn's strong hands.

"You know, huff...we should, huff...try something new after this!" Braeburn breathed as he pounded Soarin some more.

"Save it! AH! Just buck me like I'm your mare!" Soarin cried out in pleasure. His lover was riding him harder than usual after all. It got even better when one of Braeburn's hands grapsed around his cock and started to stroke it with the same amount of vigor.

Momma knew this was the perfect opportunity to start a brood. She went for the door and examined it for a bit. Doors were not common where she dwelt. Usually, a simple cave would do. Nevertheless, she prepared to punch it with all her might.

"Sweet Celestia!" Braeburn moaned. "I'm gonna cum!"

Soarin could only gasp with pleasure as he awaited the moment his ass was to be filled.

SLAM!

They froze into place when they heard that noise. Somepony was attempting to bust open the door. Somepony that was strong enough to gradually break the obstructions with each hit.

"Soarin, you think the guards found out?" Braeburn asked.

"Uh, no. Blueblood's an idiot, but he's not a bigot." Soarin said, remember one instance where several stallions called out his name in a suggestive way. The ruler was happy nonetheless when that happened.

SMASH!

The door gave way and Momma instantly closed the gap between she and her prizes. She let out a horrible hiss as they backed away.

"WHAT IN TARNATION IS THAT?!" Braeburn yelled. He had seen the monsters coming, but this one was just plain bizarre.

Soarin just responded by kicking the monster in the face...to which it just looked at him awkwardly.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......buck." Soarin gulped.

Momma began by grabbing Braeburn by the arm and throwing him over her body. He landed on the floor violently before being pinned down by her tail. He struggled to move, but nothing came of it.

"Braeburn!" Soarin called out before he was grabbed by the monster. As he struggled, she examined his body. She ignored the now limp cock in favor of the rest of his features. Something in her mind clicked 'PERFECT!' before flipping Soarin until his back was facing her face.

"What...what are you doing?" He stuttered. She rose up, exposing more of her lower half. Somewhere there, a slit opened up. It was a vagina large enough to consume an entire stallion. The live demonstration was about to begin as Soarin could feel his hoofs and legs slip into the warm orifice.

"Please..." Braeburn breathed as his body took the pressure. "Don't eat him...."

Soarin would say something, but he was interrupted by how good it felt when his cock entered the walls of the massive pussy. He moaned as he was finally consumed, the slit closing as soon as his head slipped into her. A massive Soarin-shaped bulge was left.

Braeburn couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. What kind of animal does THAT?!

Before he could say anything more, the tail instantly coiled around him and he was now facing the placid monstrosity. A little voice in his head kept telling him to join his coltfriend in the belly of the beast, but his attention now focused on the appendage emerging from Momma's mouth.

"NO!" He cried out as the appendage poised to strike. Despite that plea, she struck his forehead, burying into it a bit. Rather than suck anything out, though, she began to inject some kind of liquid into it.

'What's it doing?' Braeburn thought as his mind was assaulted by new sensations. 'It's getting a bit hot here now...now, all I'm seeing is fuzz...Soarin....please...be alive...I don't want the thought of you dead to be the last one I...I...I can't think...just...white fuzz..."

And with that, Braeburn could only think of his lover. The rest was nothing but blank space. Even the ability to speak as robbed. Momma just looked at her handiwork and rubbed where Soarin was inside of her. He moaned for several reasons. One, her rubbing. Two, the fleshy walls covering him. Three...

...was the sudden growth of two b-cup sized breasts inside. His tone began to take on a higher pitch...

A Few Hours Later...

The guard just kept struggling against the monster's grip as she dragged him into one of the houses in Cloudsdale. The security was falling apart due to the attack and THIS had to happen to him. Was it Karma? It was just one Filly, for pete's sake!

He was thrown inside rather harshly by the monster and he got quite an eyeful as to what was going on.

Soarin had acquired a whole new body. It wasn't much different from his previous form (aside from being a bit slimmer), but he was now a full-fledged mare. Like Braeburn, who had just finished unloading inside of her, she had also been deprived of any thought other than sex and breeding. Their eyes were pure white and the only noise they made was nothing but eerie moans.

Speaking of breeding, she could feel her now-full belly tingle. Momma had been filling her with eggs ever since the transformation was complete. Braeburn had just finished fertilizing them. It would be a cycle that would repeat itself until they withered away.

Soarin kissed her mate as 4 large eggs slid out of her pussy. Momma gathered them in her hands and placed them in a gooey nest she had made for the upcoming brood. She would have to leave soon, but not before she could see these two handle her young in a way that would impress her enough.

The guard wanted out. Now. It looked like he was going to be next to become a mindless drone. Something even worse was awaiting him, though.

Braeburn set his sights on the male. He started getting closer and closer until his snout was breathing in front of the guard's neck.

"What...the hell...happened to you?" The guard asked, not knowing those were his last words.

Because all he could do was scream as Braeburn started to bite, claw, and basically tear him apart. Food...was served.

Were there more monsters like this? Hopefully not.

Author's Note

Theme of Momma:

Well, THAT was fragged up! Kinda sweet, but hey. I'm sure there's a fetish for this.

The next one's a bit more of standard clop. With Vampirism. Yep.

Mind Over Mare, Mind Under the Monster

Somewhere in the Village curiously titled "Our Town"

If you looked far ahead, you'd see a cute little village in the middle of nowhere. It looked nice and fruitful. Happy and pristine. A bit primitive, but classy nonetheless. What a perfect place to start a family!

At least, until you got near the town. Then, prepare to have turrets, missile launchers, and various melee weapons target you until you're granted access.

Oh, and there were LEGO bricks scattered across the entrance's floor. As if it wasn't bad enough already.

You see, this town was quite different from most towns. Yes, it was nice looking, but the smiles on everypony's faces were...off. Nothing but perma-smiles day in and day out. As if they were actually scared of something happening to them if they got out of line. Another odd feature of the residents were the Cutie Marks. All of them were represented by a grey equal sign. No pony was different. No pony was unique.

All were equal under one mare's personal control.

Starlight Glimmer smiled as she looked across her land in her not-so-subtle outfit. She had profited quite nicely from Blueblood's reign. Her efforts to show that Cutie Marks were nothing but limiters of harmony were greatly supported by the ruler's desire to just ship out dissidents into her little town.

The rules were simple. Those with weak wills were gladly allowed entry and the only price was their cutie mark and any emotion other than 'saccharine'. The less than obedient ones...well...

The answer to that question was where she was headed into. She noticed the sign was a bit off kilter, so she fixed it up with a slight push of the hand and admired her work (minor as it was).

Rent-A-Mare

With a title like that, the worst was to be expected. Like cows being sold off at the market, there were several mares being examined by a vast number of ponies. Each mare looked utterly deprived of thought and they moaned excitingly as they were purchased for whatever purpose they would serve.

It was a lucrative business, as it turned out. So long as she took care of Blueblood's haters, she would nab a few bucks.

"I can see the look on his face now." Glimmer smirked to herself as she remembered a distant friend she had long since disowned for simply leaving due to a Cutie Mark.

Long story short: Worst villain motivation ever.

Her eyes moved to one certain sight, however. Some tall figure in a cloak was leering over one of her sluts. Judging by the grunts, it was stallion this time. Something about him just felt wrong. The fact that no feature was revealed through that black cloak was an obvious red flag.

She walked over until she was next to him. He was too preoccupied with looking at the mare to notice the dictator. Glimmer looked at the photo that represented the mare's name-tag.

She remembered when Sunset Shimmer came to her town, claiming she needed supplies for her friend, Twilight Sparkle. Glimmer had heard of this "Twilight" before and she could care less. However, she WAS one of Blueblood's biggest detractors in the election, so claiming one of her allies was a must.

She had also remembered all the rants that were thrown at her from this impudent mare. How she kept calling her society an abomination lacking free will and true unity. Bah! What nonsense! The real clincher, however, was when Sunset punched her in the face.

The brainwashing that she kept secret was...quite something. However, she had done it, she had successfully turned the headstrong ally of Twilight into a subservient breeder amateur. This stallion was literally the first to notice her.

"Interested?" She asked the stranger. He didn't move, but he did give a grunt of approval. He titled his head as he examined the naked mare in her pen.

Sunset could only moan with desire as she looked at her new master. Glimmer would always be the one show her the place she belonged to, but this was her purpose.

All mares are equally worthless...

Obey. Comply. Submit. Breed...

These thoughts kept going through her head as the stranger leaned in. His face was purely obscured by black, but his glowing red eyes were shown. Sunset's mindless smile faded. These eyes were giving off a message.

Remember...remember who you are...

"Ahem!" Glimmer shouted. The stranger looked at her at last. Despite the red eyes, the dictator retained her focus. "I understand you like to look at her, but would you rather buy her? She's quite the catch."

The stranger nodded his head and dropped some bits onto the floor.

"Would you mind removing your cloak instead of fumbling with your resources?" Glimmer raised an eyebrow. All she got was silence as the stranger approached his prize.

"Well, you did pay." Glimmer admitted as she picked up the bits. "Alright. Sunset's yours. Don't forget to visit another time!"

Even with her hatred towards the common pony, it was hard not to retain a good attitude with so many customers.

Later in a Cave not too far away

Sunset had just woken up from a long nap. The time to please her master had come! She whimpered with anticipation as her loins grew wet.

Much to her surprise, she could not move. She looked around helplessly, until she noticed that her hands and hooves were trapped in chains. She was spread out, as if she was going to be examined by a scientist.

Speaking of people, the Stranger walked in again. His eyes still glowed bright with a terrifying glow, but they were also focuses once more on the mare. He edged closer and leaned downward.

"I...I am worthless...I need to breed..." Sunset breathed, her voice quivering with desire, alongside bits of regret, it seemed.

"You are not worthless." He replied in voice that sounded like a stereotypical snake. "You are Sunset Shimmer. I've heard about your exploits in the world you once lived in."

Sunset looked like she didn't understand. All she could think about now was the desire to mate with this stallion. No matter what.

"You may have caused havoc at one point, but you grew. You had friends to guide you and you managed to save our school twice. Solo, even, during the second time." He kept going. "I apologize for being a creeper, but that's all I could do before I was sent back to Tartarus. Now, I am here. I am here to help you regain your being."

"I need...to breed...haaaa..." She started to resist against her chains.

The stranger just got out a book you swear would also count as a door-stopper. "Let's see...insert Paralyze Enzyme through any orifice." He looked around the various ingrediants in this cave of his. "Hmmm...funny. I thought I had some. Might as well improvise."

With that, he leaned down to Sunset's now-beet red face and another feature came out of the blackness that concealed his visage. A mouth of razor sharp teeth (with extra large canines, as well) and a long forked tongue. He leaned even further and kissed her in the mouth.

Sunset gladly returned it, but then she felt something even better. Liquid that tasted like ambrosia flowed down her throat. However that was happening, it felt like utter bliss. It also was making her feel rather drowsy.

Eventually, he pulled out, his tongue covered in the liquid. Sunset let out a happy sigh before going off to sleep.

The Stranger couldn't help it. Not only were they roughly the same age, based on her physique, but she was the image of a perfect mare. Her lovely yellow color, her blue eyes, her vibrant red/yellow mane, her decent sized breasts...

The only thing that was missing was her personality. Before, she was fiery and confrontational, even a bit conniving. After a little help, though, she became kind, loyal, and a bit awkward. Mating her seemed tantalizing.

But, if was going to help the populace, her needs came first. Reading further, he searched for a way to restore her. "Okay. Rub Cerebral Lotion all over her skin and hold her close. Use your scary vampire powers to invade her mind and purge the problem." He closed the book. "That's...awfully specific, but it'll have to do."

He got out the ingredient and got to work. His claws traced across her skin, leaving a smooth surface in its wake. She certainly looked aroused as he rubbed it into some sensitive spots, like her stomach, neck, legs, breasts, and groin.

"Alright. Now, onto the next step." He said to himself before laying down on the table. He wrapped his cloak around the two of them and pulled in, making sure they were close. "You're the closest thing I'll ever get to experiencing the love of the sun. I will now show you the wonders of the night."

His tone grew a bit more hostile with the last line before he entered her mind. "And I will show whatever problem's in your head the terror of darkness..."

Inside Sunset Shimmer's Mind

Sunset knew time was running out. She could feel herself fading away. For the last 3 days, she had to witness her body do things she would have never been caught dead doing. Sure, she was no stranger to having the feeling of wanting to bone a stallion (Flash was the one that got away, after all) or maybe a mare (Twilight...?), but this was just too much. She was a slut and she knew it.

All because she had to walk into that accursed town to get supplies. She hoped that somepony would come to rescue her one day from this nightmare. But alas, she was bought by an ambiguous figure before that could happen. Sure, he seemed affable, but aside from him buying her, she could see no more of what was happening outside her mind.

That's because chains were holding her naked form's legs down to the ground. Her arms were also chained. The more she struggled, the quicker the usual duo came towards her.

"Hello, slut. Need I remind you why we don't want you here?" The form of Starlight Glimmer came into view, still wearing that vague SS uniform.

"I...am Sunset Shimmer. I'm not a Celestia-damned whore! Just shut up about it!" The unicorn spat at her. It always felt good to do that.

"No. You belong to her. Just like I belonged to you until I made the RIGHT decision." Said the mocking voice of a demonic looking Flash Sentry. "Who know? Maybe I got Twilight in the sack and you didn't know it. She might have been lying to you..."

"Just shut up already! We broke up and that's final!" Sunset shouted, bad memories flowing right back at her.

"You see? You need us to take the pain away." Starlight Glimmer edged further and started to trace her hands across a very uncomfortable Sunset. "It'll feel great to have your body be violated and claimed by a good stallion. You just gotta...fade away. It'll feel...liberating."

"No...I'm not..." Too late. Sunset could feel her mind within her mind drift even further away. "I...I...I..."

"Just let it happen." The fake Flash sneered. "It'll feel better than the times you attempted to bone me. Not that they would ever work. Right?" He looked at the sudden cloaked figure that appeared behind him.

"Think about it. All those horrible memories of individuality and inequality will go down the drain." Glimmer licked the terrified unicorn's face softly. "Isn't that wonder-"

SLASH!

The top half of Fake Flash's head fell down to where Glimmer was standing. The fading of Sunset stopped as both she and Glimmer stared at the bloody mess with wide eyes. The rest of the body fell apart as well.

Between the both of them, Glimmer was the one who let out the ear-piercing scream at the perpetrator.

The beast in front of them was now hanging upside down for no adequate reason. He was a large muscular bat monster with red dragon scales covering every inch of his skin except for a slight grey underside. The long tail he had ended in a sharp barb. On each hand were 4 fingers with no thumb and a circular mouth of razor sharp teeth on the palms. The neck had hair-like spikes jutting from the back and his wings had an impressive wingspan. The giant reptilian red eyes with black irises on the wings were the most disturbing feature second to the extra mouths. And his first words were...

"Huh. You really CAN get a boner upside down."

"What...WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!" Glimmer shouted when she was finished screaming. Sunset, while trying to get over what she was seeing just now, noticed that her memories were starting to fill the empty void of her mind a bit more. The death of the Fake Flash seemed to have done that.

"I am her newest friend. You may call me Sanguinem. Composer, poet, scientist, and the one who will free this mare from your influence." He said as he moved closer.

Conjuring up a gun, Glimmer shot at the advancing beast. "NO! I AM GOD HERE! You don't even belong in this mind!"

The bullets just phased through him. "Really? Bullets? Not even silver ones. Not that anything would help. You're right about one thing, though. The two of us don't belong here. I'll leave when I'm done picking you out of my teeth."

"I'm a manifestation of the brainwashing I've been committing on this worthless mare! I don't taste like anything!" Glimmer retorted, trying to dissuade him.

"I eat Nighmares, you twat." Sanguinem smirked. "And you look positively juicy. Full of contempt and corruption. I love that in my food."

"STAY AWAY! GO AWAY! I'M THE GOD! NOT YOU! I AM!" Glimmer kept shooting him to no avail. The chains around Sunset were starting to loosen.

"Snack time!" The vampire gleefully shouted before taking to the air and barreling towards the mare. Glimmer was instantly knocked down and she laid on her back as the beast loomed over her. She shivered with terror as the secondary mouths loomed over her.

"You know...some of us monsters mate with their prey before they eat them." Sanguinem stated. "Disturbing, yes. I'll cut straight to the point and just rip you limb from limb." He turned to Sunset. "Close your eyes and remember. None of this is real."

The mare did just that. Whatever was about to happen was going to be ugly as the home this monster claimed to be from.

Glimmer was about so say something about how her town was untouchable, but she was cut off by the beast ripping her outfit off and sinking his claws into her stomach. She screamed as he tore at her flesh, revealing her insides to him. Screeching loudly, the bat behemoth sunk his claws even deeper into there, allowing his secondary mouths to feast on the organs and suck up the blood.

The dictator's mouth gurgled with blood as he continued to eat her from the inside. Then, Sanguinem bit down on her face. With that, he began to devour it. Skin, flesh, muscle, bone, and all. The sight of so much gore threw him into a euphoric bliss, pressing him to continue lapping up the bits that were left behind.

After a few horrifying minutes, he was full. Starlight Glimmer was now nothing but a carcass. The head was a sticky mess, the body was ripped open sloppily, and the whole mare looked white as as sheet. The blood was completely drained from her body and anywhere else it fell.

"Ah. That...felt great." The vampire liked his hands. His face turned from pleasure to concern as he looked at Sunset. Her eyes were shut tightly, not wanting to look upon the carnage.

She gasped a little when his hand cupped her cheek and her head was turned the other direction. She was now looking at her violent savior.

"Don't be afraid. I just go a bit crazy during feeding time." He bashfully said. "I promise that won't happen in the real world. Right now, observe yourself."

Sunset did just that and realized she was free at last! She could feel her body's will returning and all the good time she had were whole again.

"You...you saved me. Just...not in the way I would have wanted." She rubbed the back of her head.

"I know. I am a monster. It's not something I do a whole lot, but it's a necessity sometimes. That's why I stick to dreams." He stated. "Trust me when I say that while I nurse you back to health, I won't do the same to you or any of your friends. Or any innocent creature for that matter. Have I made myself clear?"

"Okay. I guess." The mare shrugged. She then felt warm and smooth now. "Hey...have you been...doing things with my body?"

"Only mandatory things." He quickly said. "You're a very beautiful specimen, but I only put lotion on your skin and cuddled with you to save your mind. Unless you truly enjoy it, of course."

"No, no. It's fine." She stated. "Kinda hot, too." She got a bit closer to him. "You're not too bad looking either."

"Heh. I do remember how to keep my wings manicured." He smiled.

"We could always...you know...never hurts to be REALLY sure, right." She wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Of course..." Sanguinem hissed as they leaned in for a kiss. He could feel the erection coming up as her breasts squeezed against his chest.

Back in the Real World...

Sunset woke up with a startled expression. Whatever had happened had restored her, yes, but also...aroused her in some kind of way. She looked around her "room". A dimly lit cave with lab equipment and spellbooks. Kind of suspicious, actually. Her lack of clothes didn't help, but she at least knew how that came to be.

She also noticed that she was being cuddled by the vampiric monstrosity that had saved her mind from carnal oblivion. He snored in a cute manner as he slept. Kind of like a kitten.

Her expression turned to quite a warm one. "Just you wait until tomorrow." She murmured as she kissed him on the nose. With that, she fell into a much more peaceful sleep.

Twilight had a Knight in Shining Armor for a brother. Not to brag, but now she had a Dark Knight for a lover.

Author's Note

Theme of Sanguinem:

Did I say standard? I meant this was probably going to be more fragged up than usual. Just to let you know, this takes place in a canon before Season 6 ended. At least we have even more potential for a feasible plot. And for those of you wanting the other version of Sunset...

Here you go.

Up next, the DJ arrives...and the feels begin...for a bit...before some softcore fragging...with a living Swiss Army Knife. Yep.

Terrorism by the Ruler, Beats by the Monster

Somewhere in the Canterlot Labs

Pain. Agony. Suffering. These were the words to best describe Neon Light's situation.

The once prestigious DJ had been reduced down to a lab rat. A test subject. Not that he had a choice to be here. Apparently, Blueblood got word he was producing songs that demeaned his image. Sure, they all pointed out how the ruler made his first-world problems seem like the basis for the next World War, but it was simply too much for the new censorship system.

Neon Lights had two options. Get sent to Starlight Glimmer's Lala-Land or devote some community service to Canterlot. The second option felt much more temporary and feasible. Nothing bad could possibly happen short of a few harsh words and disgusting chores, right?

Turns out, the staff forgot to mention he'd be subjected to gruesome experiments. Who saw that coming? Certainly not the stallion. They pushed his reflexes to the breaking point, punished him with sharp objects/refusals to give him food, and injected him with whatever horrible potions they were curious about. And what was this research going to amount to? Well, that would be asking Blueblood to actually innovate.

To add insult to injury, he just HAD to be ripped from his home kicking and screaming right before he and another fellow DJ could get it on. One of the few things that kept him sane was the image of her standing in front of him, ready to take their relationship to the next level.

Yep. Totally worth it. It was true he and Vinyl Scratch had a rivalry at some point, but it all boiled down to one big ruse. The two were actually the best of buddies since they met backstage. The two enjoyed their music, their personal areas of interest, and they even combined their own techniques to wow the crowd. Neon with his crafty stagework and Vinyl with her unlimited imagination in the music department. Her tomboyish nature also rubbed off well with him.

Eventually, she decided to lay the moves on him. She totally wanted to be his marefriend and who was he to refuse? She was not only a great friend, but also REALLY hot! And he was so close in making sure the two of them would make a different type of music, then (if luck was going to be a kind soul) they would probably get hitched a few years later and grow old together. Maybe pop out a few kids along the way. But that was beside the point.

You could imagine how pissed off he was getting as each day passed. At first, it was fear. Now, it was hate. So much pain...so much anger...so much...

"Just smile." He said to himself as he hanged naked from the ceiling. His arms were suspended by a tight piece of rope. "Just smile and let them have their fun with you. After all, you ARE weak. You're nothing to them. Just let them think that." His tone was growing more and more sinister with each passing moment.

He caught a glimpse of several other stallions being brought in against their will ("Was that Bulk Biceps?") before he saw the stallions and mares in their white coats enter.

"Alright. In the wake of recent events, I believe that we should test Find #12 on this stallion." One scientist said. "Perhaps a weapon can be achieved against whatever these...things are."

"Agreed." The other replied.

Neon knew what they were talking about. At least he had a T.V in the upper corner of his cell. He had to bear witness to a slew of monsters showing up everywhere. A voice in his head wanted them to tear Equestria apart for what it has become, but there was one area in particular that perked his interest.

A once pristine area that had been sullied by negligence and civil war. Vinyl and her pals even went there at some point. But that was REALLY beside the current situation.

"Gentlestallions...release the subject." The main scientist said.

Through the vent oozed a black gelatinous substance. The scientists focused intently as it slithered towards Neon. He started to struggle, knowing that this wasn't a good sign.

"You finally decided to kill me?!" He shouted as the thing was now under him. "GO AHEAD! It won't change a Faustdamned anything!" The thing started to creep up his hooves and then his legs. "I'LL COME BACK FOR ALL OF YOU! YOU WON'T SEE IT COMING!"

"Certainly glad to get rid of that one." One scientist muttered to his colleague. "He's been getting belligerent."

Neon felt a coldness around his groin as the thing continued to consume him. "Holy shit! It's the worse part of getting into a pool times 1000!" He remarked as his pupils dilated. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. He could feel nothing the goo touched anymore. He did not feel pleasure. Rather...stimulation.

"Ha...haha....hahaha...." He began to laugh as his arms were overtaken. His entire body seemed to melt. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!" He couldn't stop laughing until his head had been engulfed. The goop then just fell to the floor. A bit bigger, but with no Neon Lights in sight.

"Huh." One scientist said. "Absorbtion, followed by complete and utter insanity. This one's a keeper."

"Surely, we can find an easy way to control it, right?" Another scientist asked.

"I dunno. Might as well use it for population control." A scientist remarked. "Just remember to bring earphones."

The group gave a hearty chuckle. However, the main one noticed something odd. The goo was starting to rise up. It seemed to be...molding into something different. Neon Light's cutie mark could be seen as it formed some legs.

"Gentlestallions." The main one said. "The subject isn't done yet. It's...doing something."

The body continued to be formed until it looked less and less like a stallion and more like...like...like...

The scientists, before they could get a good look at what he was turning into, gassed the room with the push of a button.

"Never hurts to be safe." One scientist remarked. "We may want to dispose of the subject before we-"

SMASH!

A hole was punctured through the incredibly strong window that separated the two entities from each-other. The scientist had found his head slightly pierced by whatever had made that hole. It was a large sickle made of the purest of metals. And the only thing that could have caused that was...whatever Neon had become.

A red visor shape suddenly glowed brightly in the gas filled environment. A sadistic smile of razor sharp teeth was also made clear. Neon, the owner of such an expression, had only two words to say.

"START RUNNING..."

Jalalabuck, Hoofghanistan

Galaxy was a good mother. Especially in these conditions. These horrible, horrible conditions.

Gone was the home she once knew. Jalalabuck went from a place of relative peace and prosperity into a stinking hole for the dreaded force of the Talibuck and IBLIS. Yes. Horror of horrors, they had heard of Blueblood's negligence and how he was dodging all the problems overseas. Even a few of them were outraged at the fact that their problems were never going to be solved.

They decided to vent their freedom/anger on every town they came across. No more would terrorists attacks be anticipated. They would happen en mass. Fire would smother the towns. Bullets would litter the streets. Blood would paint the walls. Tyranny would be considered the new government.

Jalalabuck was no exception. The surface world was hit the hardest. Everywhere, there were IBLIS camps and Talibuck stations. Each one represented the grim reality that help was NEVER coming. Any escape attempts were made futile. Any entry attempts were insane. The grip of fear had taken its hold on the populace.

The terrorists...had won.

Galaxy had lost her husband, Comet Ash, to these pigs. He had just got home from an honest day's worth of work before some IBLIS members decided to make an example out of him. Tellingly, none of them survived the sudden knife/fist/grenade fight. He had died protecting his family when they got caught in the crossfire. This brought no end to the grief she and her family were facing.

Her mother, Nebula, had been a beacon of hope for she and the children back at home. All night long, Nebula would babble on and on about how the "Great Beasts" were going to rise again and claim the planet under their semi-benevolent rule. It helped...a bit. Certainly for the children, but not exactly for her.

At least she had an extra helping hand.

"'Sup. How's the day been going?" A tomboyish voice broke her out of her thoughts.

"It is alright, Vinyl. It is just...I miss him." Galaxy sighed.

"We all do." The other mare replied.

Vinyl Scratch, knowing that things were going to get ugly fast when Blueblood took over, had traveled all the way to Hoofghanistan to make sure Galaxy and her family got to Ponyville safely. She was well aware that the local terrorists were about to come back with a vengeance.

What gave her the initiative aside from a good heart? A little letter from an old friend. But that's another story. Thanks to the current state of things, all she had to wear were her huge baggy blue/yellow pants, some shirt-less sleeves with finger-less gloves, and a tank top that showed off a bit of under-boob. All of which were blue/yellow. She also kept her trademark goggles in order to block the desert sand. To say the children felt a bit awkward was an understatement, but it was her idea to generously allow the rest of the clothes to them.

"I will not lie to you, Vinyl." The mother of many now had a smile on her face. "You've been quite a good help here. You managed to soothe the children quite nicely with your music."

"Well, hey. Even gunfire and screaming can't beat the sound of Daftpony." She smirked. Her expression now looked downcast. "Still. I do feel kind of homesick. Back when we didn't have to worry about a ruler with the IQ of a Snickers bar."

"I am sure you do." Galaxy placed an arm around her.

"Also, when are those 'Great Beasts' gonna show up?" She made air quotes with her excessively long fingers at that title. "I hope that means an entire Equestrian army with battle tanks up the wazoo. I've got just the tune for THAT."

"Nebula is a wise pony, but I personally think she is getting senile." Galaxy sighed. "Night has began to lose hope as well. I think she's trying to tell the others that her grandma's crazy."

"No offense, but I don't exactly blame her." Vinyl took off her goggles for a minute. "Why not think of a story where these assholes kill each-other over a spare piece of cloth? That would make my day."

"Now, now. Watch your language." Galaxy said. "Let us just...wait this out. As usual."

"Yep." Vinyl sighed, putting her glasses on. "Same old, same old."

Suddenly, she felt a tug on her pants.

"Easy! There isn't a belt around here, you know." She turned to whoever did that. It was Gale, the young gryphon.

"Ms. Scratch..." He asked, struggling with his English. "Can't sleep. Need song."

"Don't worry, kid. I was thinking about that myself." Vinyl smiled as she walked away from the window and into the bedrooms. She would be playing a soothing tune before they would all inevitably fall asleep.

All in all, the DJ proved to be one capable big sister to them all. Now, if only she was prepared for what happened next...

What Happens Next, Basically...

Yep. She wasn't prepared. AT ALL.

She and Galaxy's family were lined up along with several other Hoofghani residents. The whole underground was filled with the savages that took their land from them. They all didn't seem happy. Like they would ever be.

Especially not the leader. The one who had faked his death a long time ago. The one that lurked in the shadows and played everypony like a puppet. The one that did indeed go through a near-fatal experience, but was rebuilt. Rebuilt as...

ROBO-SAMA BIN LLAMA.

Horrible pun aside, the tyrant was still forced to be reckoned with. The only organic part of him left was his head. The rest was like a hunched robotic football player holding an electric axe the size of two street lamps. Oh, and the blade was made of massive machetes. Oi vey. The color scheme was red and black, as if the image of evil wasn't complete.

He looked around and yelled a scream of utter hatred. His minions followed suit.

"((Traitors to the faith! I hope you have found some solace before I purge you from our holy land!))" Llama cried out to the panicked prisoners. "((Some of you have been reading books we SWORE we burnt to crisps! Some of you allow the women to walk among us WITHOUT A MAN OR A HOOD OR BOTH! And one certain family has taken in a foreigner! DISGRACE!))"

"What's this guy talking about?" Vinyl asked in a hushed tone to Galaxy.

"He is preaching hatred. Oh, and I think he might be on to us." The mother replied.

"I'm scared, mom." Star shivered as Night comforted her. The other children were even crying a bit at the scene.

"Be strong, everyone." Galaxy said. "They cannot break us, so long as we have each-other."

"((YOU!))" Llama pointed to them.

"Oh, snap." Vinyl whispered.

"This the language you speak?" Llama shifted to mocking English. "This the language you've converted to? The filthy culture?! The accursed life?! FUCK YOU!!! FUCK YOU ALL!!! The fires of Tartarus will burn your skin until your eternal soul feels the pain of pains!"

"Feel THIS." Vinyl stuck out her middle finger. This elicited some gasps out of the populace.

Llama's face turned beet red before he turned to his guards. "((Shoot them. Shoot them now.))"

Now, a line of IBLIS members got their guns out and prepared to fire. Galaxy's family held hands as they awaited their fates.

In that moment, Vinyl's life began to flash before her. All good times, bad times, friendships, rivalries, and all that sort.

Several ponies came to mind. Octavia...Galaxy's family...Frederick...Neon Lights...

This was it. This was the end.

"Uh, hello! I'd like to say something to the big guy in the kickass suit!" A male voice called out.

Everyone's attention was cast to the cloaked figure standing right behind the entire terrorist group that had arrived. "So...did I get your attention? Sweeeet."

Llama turned to one of his subordinates. "((How did the fucker get here?))" He asked calmly.

The underling couldn't answer that. Anypony who so much as tried to enter would face the wrath of a million deaths descending upon him/her. This...wasn't right for a foreigner to get here in a good mood, let alone in one piece.

"Just wanted you to know one particular fact of life. Something I bet you, Llama, are well deserving of hearing." The figure spoke again.

"Do you want to join the other foreigner?!" Llama shouted. "Be my guest, cocksucker!"

"Really? Cocksucker? I'm more of a mouth-to-mouth kind of guy." He replied. "Don't project your habits onto me, big guy."

If the audience wasn't gasping hard enough, it was now.

"Oooh! Sick burn!" Vinyl remarked. "I like him already!"

"He's so dead." Night sighed. "And his last words are going to be...that."

Nebula just smiled. Things were falling into place now.

"I can tell you one thing." The stranger edged closer. "I...am quite famous around the world. WAS famous, really, but known, nonetheless. Some of you remember my greatest hits. Like 'Bringing On the Light' or 'Shining Through the Fold'. Classics, I'd say. Then again, I'm not much of a bragger. I'm sure there's cooler beats here."

"Wait a minute..." Vinyl said to herself. "Those are Neon Light's hits!"

"That stallion you talked about?" Star asked.

"Yeah! And this guy's taking the credit!" Her tone was now aggresive. She pointed to the stranger. "HEY! Just who are you?!"

"...Is that you, Vinyl?" His voice sounded softer. "You're...alive? Well...so am I. Don't believe me? Ask me anything."

Something about this wasn't normal, but Vinyl had a good idea of what he wanted asked. "What's better? Stagework or autotune?"

"Stagework, but the latter's been growing on me." The stranger replied.

"...Okay. What happened last year at the New Years Eve party?" She continued, oblivious to the terrorists getting out some popcorn and Llama getting more and more impatient.

"We got drunk and vandalized a statue of Celestia. Had to undergo 12 hours of community service." He muttered at that part.

"One more." Vinyl said as she realized that the unthinkable might be happening. "What was the song that you never got to send to the public?"

"Ugh. Really? That question? Fine." The stranger sounded embarrassed. "'Nuke the Jersey Shore and Call it Care-A-Lot'. Faust, that one sucked."

"Neon..." Vinyl took off her goggles for a moment. "Is that really you?"

"UGH! WE GET IT! IT'S SOMEPONY YOU KNOW! WE DON'T FUCKING CARE!" Llama shouted.

"((Geez. Way to kill the moment.))" One of Galaxy's children, a dragon, remarked.

"((Agreed.))" Nebula said.

"You didn't let me get to my speech." The figure said. "Ponies are limited in what they can do, right? Sad, but true, I know. If I've learned anything in my short and crazy life...it's that the more you plan, the easier it is for those plans to crumble from some unforeseen circumstanceǃ Like say, assholes taking over the world. Unless you surpass 'being a pony', really."

"What do you mean?" llama asked, now at his last nerve.

"What I mean is..." A red visor glowed inside the hood and the ground beneath the figure began to catch a flame. A mass of flames erupted and consumed the stranger for a moment. And when it was done...

"I REJECT MY HUMANITY!!!!!"

Neon Light's true form had been revealed. It was like some kind of demonic jet-black cyborg chicken. The feet were large hooks and the tail ended in a scorpion-like metal end. The knees had spikes jutting out and the back had a large red/black 3-sail flying apparatus. The arms ended in massive sickles that already looked stained with blood. Another feature that was stained crimson was a hidden chainsaw in the chest. The head was the most disturbing feature. It had a large horn, spikes down the neck, a metal-beak mouth filled with razor sharp teeth, and the aforementioned visor. That of which brimmed with hate and madness.

"BEHOLD! The name's no longer Neon Lights!" The beast proclaimed. "Now, it's Ferrum! I pledge my allegiance to the monster army!" He gave out a salute. "But first...I think I'll continue my massive PUSH...by killing all of you pigs!"

He stabbed his own head with his sickles. "YOU blood bloated juicy PIGS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"So...that's Neon Lights?" Nebula asked as the other looked horrified.

"Yeah. His Cutie Mark's there, but..." Vinyl didn't have the words for what his friend had become. Insane? Yes. Evil? She would have to see.

"THIS IS MY WORLD!" Llama yelled as he stepped down to combat the rebel. "YOU ARE NOT WELCOME MY WORLD! PREPARE TO DIE!"

"Yipee! Battle! It makes me want to sing a song!" Ferrum started to do a Can-Can style dance. "Run, run, as fast as you can! You shan't catch me! I'm the Razor Stallion! AHAHAHAHAHA!"

And with that, their battle began...

...and ended because the author was too lazy and had to write an explanation in the author's note.

"Whoo. That was fun." Ferrum stated as the other terrorists ran for their lives at the sight of their mutilated leader. Chaos would follow surely enough. He turned to the citizens. "You guys got a place I can eat? I'm getting famished."

Instantly, they all made for the nearest place to hide. Sure, the tyrant was dead, but which was better? Him or a crazed mechanized hell-beast?

"Uh...thanks?" Vinyl nervously said before the beast just teleported right in front of her. "GAH!"

"What? Didn't you miss me?" Ferrum continued to smile like nothing was wrong. "Give me a hug, babe!" And he did so, thankful the chainsaw was tucked away now. Vinyl was still a bit freaked out. "Love the outfit!" He also said.

"Put her down, monster!" Night pulled the DJ away. "You're not going to kill anypony else today!"

"You honestly think I'd kill her? Or any of you guys?" Ferrum sounded hurt. "C'mon. I only kill jerks. Like those scientists that made me the way I am."

"You killed innocents?" Galaxy looked mortified.

"Hush. I'll handle this." Nebula got in front of the towering beast. "Lean downwards."

"Oooh, I love secrets! What's the secret? Tellmetellmetellmetellmetellmetellme!" He hopped up and down like a giddy child.

"Hmmm...I see pain. Lots of pain." Nebula deduced. "But I see a good heart as well. You wish to protect those who've meant dear to you. You are vengeance mixed with loyalty and insanity."

"Hey. Story of my new life." Ferrum shrugged before looking upon them all. "Whaddya say we go and grab something to eat? Be like, you know...a family?"

"...Sure." Vinyl gave a nervous smile. He was still nice, it seemed, but she was going to have to adjust.

Later that Night...

"And that's why you should totally get into the soccer gig!" Ferrum finished having a conversation with Gale.

"So, it not matter if I am Gryphon?" The child asked him with ambitious eyes.

"Chillax! Those boys down the street need a little diversity in their lives!" He patted him lightly on the head with his sickles. "I'd cut them open for bringing you down, but hey. Kids will be kids. They think that being big and strong makes them better than everyone else. And I know I went on that little spiel about going beyond, but I think you little guys are my favorites."

"Gee. Thanks, Neon!" Gale said, a bit unnerved by some bits of that, but encouraged nonetheless.

"Call me Ferrum." He reminded the youngling.

"Hey. Gale." Vinyl came in. "Bedtime. Me and Neon need some time."

"Okay!" Gale hopped down and exited. Vinyl closed the door behind her and set down her goggles.

"So...whaddya wanna talk about?" Ferrum asked. "And by the way. Neon isn't the name, like I said. It's Ferrum."

"Can't I just call you Neon?" Vinyl asked, cocern apparent in her voice.

Noticing this, he changed his tone. "Fair enough. Look. They messed me up bad. That doesn't mean we can't be...you know?"

"Actually, I came here to ask you if you still remembered that one night?" She edged a bit closer.

"Oh...that one where the not-so-nice ponies in white coats took me to their little not-so-comfy little home? Yeah." He nodded his head rapidly. "I also recall something before that."

"I'm sure you do." She got out of her baggy pants and thong, revealing her bright blue pussy. Ferrum's tail stood on end. "What matter is that one day, we can get back your sanity. For now...just work with me." She took off her sleeves and top. Her naked body was all his too see, now.

Ferrum could feel his tentacle like member creep out. "Does my appearance count as 'not-Neon-Lights'?" He asked as her face got close to his beak.

"Nah. You actually look pretty badass." She murmured. "There's also something else I'd like to ask you. Some of the kids here have been asking for another to hang out with them. Another kid."

"You want me to find a new orphan?" Ferrum asked, although he then realized what she meant. "You don't mean..."

"Yeah. I mean that." Her pussy was rubbing his cock as she wrapped her body around his tall frame. She whispered into where his ear would be. "Let's make a foal."

Despite this sudden behavior, Ferrum accepted the kiss he was given. His tongue clashed with hers as his sickles felt every corner of her soft flesh. He was careful not to cut her, though. As this sensuous display continued, his tentacle instantly entered her, crushing her hymen and ending her virginity. She screamed a bit into his mouth as this happened.

Pulling out, Ferrum looked panicked as he saw what had happened. "Holy shit! I'm so sorry! The blood looks nice and all, but I'm so sorry!"

"No...this was gonna happen anyway. Now, buck me and don't pull out." Vinyl stated, even as the pain was coursing through her.

"Let me fix this a bit." Ferrum said as actual soothing dubstep music began flowing out of his body.

"Dude...this song is, like, the BEST song to fuck to! You down, now?" Vinyl asked.

"Right down the rhythm." The cyborg stallion smirked.

And with that, his hooks shot out and wrapped around Vinyl. He stood up, wrapped his tail around her, and used it to assist in him thrusting into her after that. It felt like utter euphoria to her. Sure, she and Octavia had done...things in the past, but it never felt as good as this. His tongue licked her hips as this happened.

"Holy...crap...you're so tight!" Ferrum grunted.

"AH! Dear Celestia, fuck me..." Vinyl moaned as her insides were violated. She further stimulated as he began to lick her cutie mark. It felt like an orgasm before the orgasm.

A few moments passed and now the two were face to face. They were approaching their limits. They kissed even deeper than before as Ferrum unloaded into her. It felt like a concert had just finished its course inside of her and the wubs that violated her entrance felt like they were melting any thought besides hanging out with her lover.

Thankfully, after a moment of them panting and breathing, they regained their minds.

"That...was fucking awesome." Vinyl breathed.

"Yeah. I kinda impregnated you, though." Ferrum chuckled.

"We'll raise it here. I can always get tips from Galaxy." The DJ said before cuddling up to him. "Let's just...get some shut-eye."

"Yeah. Nothin' but family fun and some blood/guts tomorrow." He murmured.

"What was that?" Her eyes widened.

"Nothin'." He said before they drifted off to sleep.

Author's Note

Theme of Ferrum:

Here are some things to know:

Most of the plot here is taken from the wonderful fanfic here titled "At Your Service" by Deyeaz.

Here it is for context.

Vinyl's normal outfit:

Really NSFW

If anyone wants me to type out Robo-Sama Bin Laden and Ferrum's fight, let me know. It just got too late for me, is all.

Up next, we find out where Celestia has been all this time...as well as the Monster of Monsters...

Monstrum in Cælo, the Monster of Monsters

Many Years Before the Monster War

"Give it back! Please!" The filly cried out to a couple of bullies as they kept her doll away from her. Yet another bright and sunny day bestowed by her mother, Faust, had gone to waste because of these fools.

"Ohhhh, man! I really LOVE being an idiotic shithead!" One of the bullies laughed.

"Yeah! Forgetting about the fact that her mother and father could smite us out of existence really puts a smile to my face! #Euphoria!" The other one replied.

Yes, they were taunting one of the daughters of Faust herself. Celestia was her name. White skin, angel wings, rainbow mane, and all. She was still young and unprepared for the world, however. In this case, it was being harassed by some jackasses looking for a quick thrill.

"Don't make me tell on mom!" She cried out. It was that moment she realized why her little sister, Luna, was hesitant to go out into the world beyond the castle. These types of ponies roamed.

"You know what you really are?" One of the bullies taunted.

"When you keep this up, all you'll be is Forever Alone!" The other one laughed.

"YOLO! YOLO! YOLO!" They kept singing together as Celestia sighed in sadness.

"GRAW! Hey! Knock it off!" A squeaky voice rang out.

They all looked up and saw...a little puffball with grey raven wings. Two bulbous yellow eyes peeked out of the fur. No mouth was visible.

"I've watched you long enough to get tired of your taunting and your anachronism spreading ways! It's time somepony or someTHING does something about it!" He dive-bombed one of the bullies. "Your dubstepping, SWAG-ing, and Hot Topic buffoonery ends NOW!" And with that, he hit his mark, but the bully didn't even budge.

"One thing you've got to know about dubstep..." The bully said as the creature fruitlessly pushed him. "Always remember to DROP DA BASS!"

And with that horribly referenced meme, the fists came down on the little guy, sending him to the ground.

"C'mon, man. Let's go complain about this on the Twitter." The bully said.

"#EpicFail!" The other replied before the two went off.

Celestia walked over to the poor thing. "Are you alright?"

He coughed a bit, before it quickly rose up. "I'm...fine. But know this. I didn't save you because of your beauty. I saved you because a true gentleman and a future king must care for his subjects and all the others around him. No matter the cost. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to vomit. Violently."

And with that, he flew away. Celestia noticed a name-tag on the ground. He must have dropped it.

"Monstrum in Cælo." She aloud. "A bit of a sinister name, but he's...such a gentle thing."

"HURRK!" Went the tiny creature in the distance. "SWEET GOJIRA, WHEN DID I EAT BREAD?!"

"...Such a gentle thing." She still said.

The years passed and the both of them became the best of friends, thanks to a combination of kindness, exposition, and montage-ing. Monstrum in Cælo (or simply, C-Mon, as we'll call him now) was indeed a gentle creature. He was just, polite, a bit of a dork, and never one to stray from helping out a soul. Later on, he and Celestia would learn that Luna had met his brother, Monstrum in Inferno. The foursome hung out like there was no tomorrow.

Imagine their shock when, years down the road later, the two monsters realized Celestia and Luna were...closer than they imagined.

"YEEEEEEEEEEES!" They shouted.

Then, they learned they had to go to war because the ponies didn't react well to their kind when they inevitably broke free.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" They shouted during that time.

Indeed, they had to go to war with each-other. They were still puffballs at the time, so their lose was guaranteed. Their leadership, however, was enough to at least make sure the fight lasted long.

Before they were sealed away, it is rumored that the four had one last goodbye before they had to separate. They would never see each-other again for a LOOOOONG time.

And all the while, C-Mon would prepare for the inevitable reunion. He knew this was one of THOSE fanfics. Not only would it be romantic, but also...stimulating.

Present Day

Is this what the Royal Sisters had to be reduced to? Hiding away from the terrifying power of the MacGuffin Muffins?

Indeed. That was the case. For an indefinite amount of time, they had to make a difficult decision. Several of their friends, such as the Mane 6, had to spread out across the land to seek help against the new ruler. Twilight and Rarity were back at home, Fluttershy and Sunset searched for help, Pinkie protected her Rock Farm, and Applejack made sure the family was safe. Rainbow Dash had recently been sent to liberate Cloudsdale.

Contact was sparse in the jungles of Zebranica. Still, it provided an excellent hiding spot for the Princesses. Hiding away like cowards was demeaning, but what pony could blame them? They needed time to research and time in a cell wasn't going to fix anything.

However, today was a day for...relaxation. The constant arrivals of Blueblood's search parties seemed to stop at last. Whatever the case was, it finally provided everyone at the base with the means to cool off.

Celestia, in particular, had quite some ideas in mind.

For tonight, she decided to wear her crown, golden gauntlets, a massive necklace that covered her tits, and a regal pair of panties that included a translucent loincloth. The perfect activity for what she was about to do tonight. Her rainbow hair flowed in the wind as she passed by the guards. Thank goodness they were trained not to stare.

Humming herself a tune, she turned to one of the balconies. There she was. Her sister. The Princess of the Night.

"What is it, sister?" Luna asked.

"Don't you think it's time we had a break?" Celestia said, pursing her lips. "Should any danger come, we shall be prepared, but I propose we enjoy ourselves for one night."

"I understand, but I worry about her." Luna said as the both of them walked to their bedroom. "About Twilight. Where she belongs in this growing world."

"In these dark times, I'd say the Princess of Friendship." Celestia stated as they got there. "But, as an added bonus, the Princess of Fertility sounds nice."

"Why that? Is your mind in the gutter at the moment?" Luna raised an eyebrow. "I mean, the first title sounds nice, but still."

"Well, it's not like we've ever had one of those. And Cadence is married, so she doesn't count." Celestia held a finger up. "I'm sure Twilight can handle it and amass more ponies and what-not to help against our nephew's madness."

"In the meantime, what now?" Luna asked before given a sudden passionate kiss by her sister.

"We make up for lost time." Celestia murmured as she removed her necklace. Luna began to remover her armor as well.

BUMP!

"OW! MY brain-skull!" Cried a raspy, yet young, voice. It was coming from under the floor.

"First of all, brother, it's head! Second of all, why couldn't we just use the door?!" A much more deep voice asked.

"Dramatic entrances are the thing!" The other voice argued. "Especially with the mares we haven't seen in years!"

"Aren't you worried about how they will react to seeing us like this?" The deep voice asked. "We grew up quite drastically."

"Just work with me!" The raspy voice commanded before hitting the roof of the floor's underside again. "OWW! MY TEETH-MOUTH!"

The sisters just sat awkwardly at the sound of what was going on. It was obviously a break-in, but not a very good one. It was almost pitiful.

"So...who do you recommend to lay with Twilight?" Luna asked her sister.

"Well, Sunset always liked her a bit." Celestia began as she massaged her sister's shoulders. "Trixie is also a welcome addition, given the chance. Other than that, it all depends."

"What about her brother?" Luna asked as she cupped Celestia's face. "Last I checked, they had a bit of a...history together."

"And they say I'm the cheeky one." Celestia giggled before kissing her sister once more, despite the noise.

They began to grind their pussies together as well. It felt so wrong, yet so right to them. The breasts against each-other, their entrances moistening their skin, and their tongues locked in a battle of dominance...it was like a gift from heaven itself. Now, if only they remembered to grab some "toys" before they settled here.

"Hold on...I think they're making out." The raspy voice concluded. "I'm going in in three...two..."

BURST!

"ONE!" The monstrous head roared. "OWWW! MY SEEING ORBS!"

"I was about to tell you that was a bad idea!" The deep voice yelled.

"You're too slow on the draw!" The creature bragged. Now he really DID get the attention of the romantic duo. "Howdy! Remember me?"

"...Could you please give us a moment?" Celestia asked. "Try to forget what you saw, as well."

"What?! C'mon! Don't you recognize me?" His head turned to Luna. "You too! Remember when we played Call of Duty even before Call of Duty was even invented?! The paradox we caused landed us in Star Swirl's detention area, for Pete's sake! I don't mean to be rude, but I'm a bit hurt."

"That session was with I-Mon, stranger!" Luna said, covering up her body with the blanket. "How do you know of such a wondrous event?!"

"Perhaps it is because the brothers...have returned." The deep voice called out before the two of them finally broke free. They were now standing in front of them.

The deep voiced one was an intimidating one. He was like a bulky dinosaur, but with soulless yellow eyes and an ugly brown armored kind of look. Hideous raven heads jutted out of the front of his shoulders. His upright body showcased a massive set of wings, as if somebody glued two wings together to make a longer one for each shoulder. His tail was that of an Ankylosaurus and he had two-bladed razor claws jutting above his hands.

The other monster was even more horrifying. He was black, red, and a bit white. His body type was like an insect. A long tail that was connected to a serpentine body that had two pairs of sharp spike-like legs supporting the frame. The serpentine form ended in a massive torso with a skull in the center. Connected to each plate-filled shoulder was a segmented white arm that ended in a glove-like hand that had massive claws. The head was even more distracting. It looked like a lizard with disproportionate long teeth. The 3 pairs of glowing red eyes didn't help.

"I have returned, Celly." The deep voiced one bowed.

"How's it going, Lulu?" The abomination gave a peace signal.

"C-Mon? I-Mon? Is it really you?" Celestia asked.

"Of course. We have evolved into our final forms." C-Mon proudly said. "Our kind has been allowed to rise again and live among the surface dwellers. We intend to live peacefully, even though your land is ruled by a tyrant. Which beg the question..."

"Can't we go after him and rip him apart?!" I-Mon snarled. "My powers will make short work of him."

"Well, he's got the MacGuffin Muffins..." Luna began.

"Say no more." C-Mon held up his hand. "Nevertheless, it is an honor that we can be together again. This time, no restrictions."

"Ooooh, boy! I've seen enough fanfiction to know where this is going!" I-Mon rubbed his hands together. "Not to mention..." He scuttled over to where Luna was and gave a warm look. "I really have missed you."

"So...so did I." Luna said before allowing herself to be held by the creature. "You've grown quite strong."

"Yep. I'd show those bullies a thing or two if time hadn't got to them first." The creature giggled. "So, what will it be? Tentacles or simple?"

"I'd say...tentacles, I'd guess?" Luna replied.

"...Nice..." I-Mon grinned.

"Celestia...you've done some growing yourself." C-Mon cupped one of her breasts. "And not just here. How does it feel to rule over your subjects?"

"It feels...wonderful." She gasped before wrapping herself around him. "What about you?"

"I feel like I've become their father." C-Mon smiled before kissing her. He had no lips, so it was kind of awkward. Nevertheless, he turned her around.

"Allow me to show you MY growth." He growled.

"I do like the dominant types..." Celestia smirked as she felt the cock rub against her entrance. His claws were clenched around her waist.

Luna was also getting prepared for her ordeal, as thin tentacles began to emerge from a slot in I-Mon's crotch. "Are you prepared to be filled, my love?"

"Alright. Be aware, though." Luna nervously said as the tentacles began to lift her up. "I have not have had a stallion inside of me. Ever."

"Never?!" I-Mon looked incredulous. "You're beautiful! And smart! And funny! The stallions must be ungrateful to have you as ruler!"

"At the very least...more for you." Luna giggled.

"True that." I-Mon regained his good attitude before he slowly inserted himself into her.

A Few Moments Later...

"Hey...you hear something?" A rookie asked his superior as the sounds of moaning were heard.

"Just keep staring. It's what we're bred to do." He replied.

"'Kay." The rookie continued.

Inside that castle, a scene was indeed going on. Celestia was getting drilled by not only C-Mon's cock, but he also morphed his tail into another cock. Her mouth suckled on it as he continued to ram into her entrance. Cum was dripping onto the floor and Celestia's breasts leaked milk. It was simply too much for her.

Luna was being filled alright. Her mouth and pussy were being stimulated by every single tentacle that fit into them. Some tentacles were wrapped around her breasts, even. She moaned as the ambrosia-like substance flowed into her.

They were near their limits and they knew it. On instinct, the two sisters were allowed to be closer together. The obstructions on their mouths were removed and they began to make out vigorously with each-other. The tentacles started to grow bigger. C-Mon's dick did the same. All in all, it was the end of their session.

The orgasmic scream they all let out was deafening.

Moments passed and the foursome were laying in bed together, at last.

"I feel so complete." Luna said as she cuddled both Celestia and I-Mon. "Our family is whole again."

I-Mon just snored, but a smile still crept up on his face.

"Indeed, sister. Everything will be even more perfect when Blueblood is finally defeated." Celestia murmured as she kissed C-Mon.

"My beautiful queen." He did the same.

And thus explains where they have been all this time.

But what of another princess I'm sure we're all familiar with?

Author's Note

Theme of Monstrum in Cælo:

Theme of Monstrum in Inferno:

Well, that was a bit more straightforward. A bit convoluted, but straightforward. And yes. They were based off of (respectively) The One (Ultraman) and Razenoid (Bakugan). After this, I'm doing something a bit different. A bit more...disturbing.

Optional Designs for Celestia and Luna (respectively):

The next chapter will probably be a reflective one. Thank you.