A black coated stallion raced across the underbrush of one of Equestria’s uncharted jungles, the sun was high and the season was warm. The air was oppressively humid and hot even worse for the stallion as his coat had long become adapted to the cold of the north. The red tips of his mane hung in front of his eyes almost slapping him in the face with each gallop. The stallion was wearing plated steel as if he was running to war and while it kept the hazards of the jungle from harming him it made him miserable in the muggy environment. Despite all the sad condition he was in he kept moving like a pony possessed seemingly following a path that was only clear to him. Small animals scattered as he charged though the vines and foliage before him, they were expecting the form of some hulking beast to follow in pursuit but there was only silence left in his wake until he would let loose an expletive as he stumbled across a gap or a river but his pace never faltered. Most ponies would never venture this far and to do it alone without a map or guide was a recipe for disaster but the thing that kept the stallion going was stuffed in his saddlebag. A letter with a broken seal only partially crimped by the bend of the bags as they caressed his flank was the reason he was barreling through the jungle and putting up with the hellish climate. The letter had contained four things when the stallion had opened it a week prior: a location, a time, necklace, and a short message.
“A nightmare from the past must accept his defeat you must only allow it to die.”-The Eternal Companion
It seemed like the ravings of a lunatic and even though the stallion knew exactly who it was from he was still unsure about its true meaning he could only guess and hope that it was true.
The stallion’s unstoppable rush through the jungle was slowed as the sun set and he stopped to make camp. He was quick and efficient, setting up everything before the sun disappeared below the horizon unseen and his dinner was equally done and finished in the same short order. The stallion removed his saddlebags and the heaviest parts of his armor as he relaxed around his small fire, the night was still warm so the fire was not for warmth but provided more comfort in its familiarity which the stallion craved. It had been a year since he had been out on an exploration much less one with such mystery. The land itself was what bothered him the most, it was too alive and it felt dangerous when he stopped for the night. He would have preferred the harshest blizzard of his home to the endless chirping and clicking of the jungle night at least then he knew nothing could crawl all over him and he could rest easy for the night. The one of the only things that set his mind at ease was reading over the note as he inspected the amulet that had been included, it was a sterling silver wolf’s face. The fangs were bared, long, and sharp and the whole thing looked as if it were ready to attack but what really drew his attention were the void black eyes which he believed to be crystals set in the metal. He never could stare at it too long as he always felt a surge of emotions after a while, he had no clue why. He put the amulet back around his neck and the letter back into the bag and taking out a black leather book with silver clasps. This was the other thing that helped him relax in the jungle, reading this journal. The stallion reread things he had already read dozens of times and although he never caught something he hadn’t noticed before he enjoyed it every time like it was the first time.
The new day came with a new level of heat and humidity that the stallion could barely believe was real higher and higher the temperature seemed to go and it almost felt like he was swimming in the humidity. He looked at the map he had managed to take from the royal cartographers although it was of little help as it was as bare bones as a map drawn by any filly. The only thing that was charted was the size of the jungle and a semi accurate depiction of the river that snaked its way through. The stallion wasn’t the best navigator that walked Equestria but he still had his military skills and he was able to track his progress fairly well. By his guess it would take him only one more day even if he slowed his pace he could still make it before nightfall but he was too anxious to do that, he had to arrive as soon as possible. So the stallion broke into a gallop when the sun’s light finally shown through the dense canopy. He was tearing up the jungle floor as he powered through with his toned muscles rippling underneath his armor. His mind was free to wonder as he made his path through the monotonous jungle but he could only imagine that the eyes that he waited for telling him everything was going to be alright, the soothing voice to draw him to a nostalgic past he couldn’t remember himself, and that powerful spirit that gave him more piece of mind and security than the armor on his back. He became lost in his own mind quite quickly as he moved forward on autopilot, automatically readjusting to all the bumps and obstacles that littered the ground but he was not able to readjust as he went barreling over a ravines edge where he rolled like a barrel all the way down to the bottom landing flatly into the small stream. He lay there for a minute or two either completely defeated in his humiliation or his exhaustion had caught up with him. In any case when he pulled himself out the river his underside and legs were coated in thick silty mud although his saddlebags had been spared the same fate which brought a sigh of relief. Undeterred by his sudden change in elevation he went in search of the winding path that he knew would lead to the opposite side of the ravine. He ran down the ravine for what seemed like an hour before he found the path he was looking for, luckily it was not much of a setback as the ravine turned toward the river not too long after he had fallen down. He continued his path to the specific point on the riverside which he reached by late afternoon. At first he saw nothing on either side of the riverbank not even so much as an interesting looking rock, just the same dense foliage he had seen elsewhere in the jungle. He quickly took out his map and readjusted his position on the map. He was off course he knew immediately but he was only just so as he finished triangulated his position. The going was a little more difficult this close to the river so it took him much longer to reach the specified location which at first glance looked exactly like the last place but upon further examination a well-crafted canoe was hidden behind a thicket. It had a note on it in unbelievably good condition it was crisp and the paper was still snow white. The envelope was addressed to the stallion and he could feel the weight of something inside. He opened it onto his hoof and a small compass dropped out. Being careful not to lose it he edged out the letter with his teeth.
“A physical journey into the unknown is only a primer for the deeper journey into the unknown of the soul. A compass on the bow will take you to where I can be found. The labour is over and now it is time to slumber.” –The Guide
This one was much less obscure than the other message and he pocketed it as he laid his saddlebags down in the canoe and placed the compass in a small dais on the bow. He pushed the canoe into the water and with as much grace as possible flopped into it letting himself take some well-deserved rest. The stallion stared up at the sky as it changed from its auburn and rust colored streaks across the clouds to the southing violets and blues of a clear night’s sky. It was no northern lights but the dazzling array of stars burning their brightest was amazing in a much more imaginative and inspiring way. Even if it was all some sort of elaborate ploy by some sort of nefarious persons, he would treasure this moment even as tired, dirty, and sweaty as he was. He let the gentle realm of sleep overtake him as the canoe swayed slowly back and forth rocking in the gentle river current. The bubbling of the river was his lullaby as the canoe floated down the river the heading magically adjusting itself as the water’s course banked and twisted. Through the rapids and the calm flat plains the canoes stayed its speed never speeding up or slowing down. In his ears the stallion could hear the movement of the creatures below as they swam. And so night continued on as the stallion lay in the boat like a Viking king going to Valhalla floating eerily along the lake. Before the sun rose the boat ran aground very gently and intentionally into the riverbank leaving its passenger exactly where he needed to be and still asleep.
The stallion awoke to the sun almost directly overhead he groaned and he stretched as he woke up to the new location around him. Very little was different in this new place except when he inspected a little more he found that there was a tracks leading off deeper into the forest. As he tried to move he heard cracks and crinkling of paper as he tried to lift himself from the canoe. In confusion he looked down to see what was wrong and to his relief and to his irritation the mud from yesterday had harden to a thick covering which had stiffened overnight in addition a note was hanging from his plate mail. He tore it off expecting it to be another note but when he looked at it the note was a simple map leading from the bank he was sitting at to someplace deep in the jungle. He wasn’t exactly sure but it looked to be leading to a cave with all the directions that were scribbled on it. The stallion was happy to finally get a bit more direction so he moved out of the canoe and finished brining it ashore removing the compass and putting it and the rough map into his bags. He debated rather he should wash off the mud and grim the he had accrued but as he prepared to go to the river he noticed that it was no cleaner and to top it all off he saw a large alligator lazily swim by. He swiftly concluded that the bath would have to wait till he arrived at a cleaner river. This time he took his time as he navigated the jungle careful to avoid any more perilous falls or detours, he was lucky to have avoided any injury the first time but he wasn’t going to risk anything like that again, not when he could feel the end of his travels was so nearby. As he made his way through the jungle he came across more of the tracks he saw back at the shore letting him know he was still on track. It wasn’t too long before he came across the location on the map, the mouth of a cave stood before him. An unnatural light glowed from inside but it pulled on the stallion’s soul and he knew deep in his being that he had arrived. And then a deep voice called out to him from the depths of the cave.
“Welcome bearer of a cursed soul. Come in and find the peace you have been searching for.”
The voice was vaguely familiar to the stallion but the distortion of the cave walls and reverb made it difficult to be one hundred percent sure, but he did know the cadence of the words. This was most definitely him. The stallion entered the cave and the light of the late afternoon soon lost its power as the stallion wormed his way through the deep wound in the earth To make matters worse the walls were black as inky night making it feel like he was walking through a void. Although his night vision was good it was far from good enough for the situation so he reluctantly opened a chemlight, the science that powered it was not understood by the stallion but he only worried about when and how to use them. The rock of the cave walls was brittle and rough he accumulated several abrasions and cuts before he would finish his spelunking and he was sure he would accumulate even more as he left this place. Soon that became more of an issue as the tunnel began to get smaller and smaller but at the same time he could see the dim glow he had seen before at the end. The tunnel became so small that he had to begin crawling on his belly which filled the tunnel with the blood chilling screech of steel on rock. He drew closer and closer to the end and still the tunnel grew smaller, the rocky outcrops from the tunnel were now becoming dangerous hazards as the longer ones would bury themselves into his skin leaving puddles of muddy blood in his wake and an uncomfortable warm sticky feeling that set in after the stinging pain went away. As one outcropping caught him in his ear he began to grunt and yell his frustration filling the tunnel with profanity as a small trickle of blood flowed down into his eye. Finally in his rage he threw all his might into his rear legs and shoved himself through the hole ignoring any additional injuries he got. The first thing he felt was the feeling of freedom in his limbs and the second was the lack of ground beneath his feet as he plunged down into the next chamber. His fall was halted by something broad and hard that knocked the air out of his lungs and knocked him out for a short while. When he came too he awake to dried blood clinging to most of his body and one of the most wondrous sight in the world. Giant white pure crystals pierced the cave like arrows in a target they dwarfed most buildings in their magnitude easily being several times thicker than the stallion was long. He felt himself become attuned with the crystal as he listened for their humming and ringing, it was the heartbeat and song of Equestria. The anger and pain he felt before melted away as he lay on the spire of crystal. He would have been content to lay there but he heard whispers from down below. So he pulled himself up and with the utmost care as he feared his wings had broken somewhere when he had gone through the tunnel. Sure enough he could only fly in short hops from crystal to crystal, anymore strain and he could feel something was dangerously close to breaking through the skin. It was a grueling process before he finally reached the bottom but he made it without his condition worsening, but he was absolutely exhausted. His knees buckled as he put his hooves on the cave floor and his head grew very heavy. His vision was blurry but he could see a pony approaching him. It was completely nude except for a wide brimmed leather hat; he could see scars all over its body and what looked like blood traveling up its hooves. He knew he had found him at last.
The figure spoke before he could speak, “I’m glad you could make Brimstone.”
“I’m glad to be here Crimson.” Brimstone couldn’t help but fell asleep as he uttered those words finally succumbing to his wounds and fatigue.
Brimstone woke to the feeling of being submersed in hot water it was painful at first as he felt the burn in each of his open cuts. It quickly subsided and replaced with the feeling of all his muscles relaxing. The second thing he felt was the feeling of weightlessness, he looked down as he opened his eyes and saw his own dark coat stare back at him, his armor and bags were gone, but before he could even worry about their location he felt the last thing he could have expected. He did notice however that his pendant was still on. He then felt large powerful forelegs stroking his body, rubbing down every inch of his back and stomach and the feeling of slow breathing against his head. He looked up to see Crimson looking back at him, when he did so one of Crimson’s hooves lightly tapped him on the nose before returning to its previous activity.
“What are you do-” Brimstone started to say before Crimson shushed him.
“Just relax; this is the beginning of our journey.” Crimson continued to run his hands all over Brimstone.
Brimstone was bewildered at what was happening; at least he did know that it felt great as Crimson’s warm hooves found their way across his worn muscles. Brimstone’s face was turning red as he become more and more self-aware of the situation, somepony that risked his life for him but never offered anything beyond simple friendship had seemingly stripped him down to his bare coat and was now actively rubbing him down in a hot spring. He had always wished they could enjoy a closer bond, especially with somepony so honest and sympathetic with him. It was all a little bit too strange and such a sudden change of heart from somepony that seemed like an unchanging stone. He was a little suspicious of the whole scenario but he couldn’t deny that it felt like the real thing.
“Can I at least ask why?” Brimstone looked up expectantly.
Crimson met his quizzical stare with a warm smile was on his face, “Well of course you can. We can’t have you covered in mud, blood and sweat now can we. You must be free from any distractions when I help you overcome your inner demons, plus I don’t want to get your blood on me when we are doing it. So I’m giving you a bath.”
Brimstone was at a loss for words for a little bit. He had finally gotten the answers to the first riddle he had been given. Crimson was going to really help him control his darker side, although he was still in the dark about the exact process.
“I guess I answered your question, then. Any more?” Crimson said after the silence.
Brimstone hesitated intentionally before he asked “How are you going to do this? What do I need to do?”
“You just need to relax and follow my lead, but first you must rest a bit longer. Just float in the springs.”
Crimson was less than satisfied by that answer but he decided not the push the issue as Crimson was his senior by a long time and he trusted him even if he didn’t feel completely comfortable with such enigmatic answers. Despite this initial nervousness Brimstone finally managed to relax in the pool of hot water and he closed his eyes falling into a calm nap as he floated around. After an hour he felt the ripples as somepony else entered the pool and was moving towards him and assuming this was the queue to start the ritual he started to turn himself over only to be stopped by a hoof to his chest and a pair of lips to his own. Brimstone was beyond surprised by this but yet he did not disengage and instead he held onto the kiss as long as he could before the lips moved away.
He heard a whisper in his ear, “Give in.” and he felt a hoof trace across his groin. It had been some time since he had thought about carnal pleasure and he had gone slightly longer without any carnal desires so he was vulnerable to the surprise attack. He didn’t open his eyes wanting to let his imagination work for him, lest there be something else taking advantage of him, he did not want to know. Within moments of some gentle movements his penis partially emerged from its sheath shuddering and throbbing for attention as it grew. Brimstone could only make quite moans as his breathes became shorter as he got more aroused. “Give in to your lust.” Brimstone heard the whispers in his ears again as he felt a tongue go up his neck making him shudder as he lay on his back helpless. At the same time he could feel the hoof and fore leg start to stroke his penis quickly bringing it up to full size. With each warm stroke Brimstone would release a stifled moan, he had never felt so helpless but so secure in another’s arms before and he so wanted those lips to return so that he could feel his companion more. Not a second had passed before the lips made their way back to his lips. Brimstone greedily met them and savored as much as he could by trying to explore Crimson’s mouth but he met resistance as Crimson’s tongue matched his. Brimstone’s body was getting to its limit and he could feel himself reach the edge of pleasure as he continued his oral assault on Crimson. It was a battle he was going to lose as he felt his balls start to pump and he froze as each pump shook his entire body making him let loose a long moan of pleasure. He opened his eyes to see that it was in fact Crimson who was pulling away from him there was a thin line of saliva glistening between their mouths, and from there he looked to his member to see it shrink to half its size, although he felt far from spent. He saw the thick strands of his cum covering his chest and being slowly taken away as the hot spring water lapped against his sides, one had made a path straight up to his neck and he was sure that some had gotten on his face. Normally he would be slightly annoyed but he had a feeling he would be getting much dirty before he was going to get clean again that thought alone was bringing up his libido and he was looking forward to it. He began to become aware of the whispers speaking to him again.
“Let go of all inhibitions, what is it that you desire right now?” The voices pulled on his heart as he listened to their sweet cadence. He could feel his mental guard dropping the longer he listened, but he felt that this was what he was supposed to do.
Brimstone was so entranced that he didn’t notice he was being pulled to the shore of the lake and having his upper body laid across the shore of smooth shimmering stones. He barely registered when Crimson came into his view who was completely straddling him and started speaking to him. Brimstone was oblivious to what Crimson was doing and mindlessly raised his hooves to play with Crimson’s chest feeling out the firmness of his muscles and learning every curve in mark in the time worn body. It was awhile before he became aware of Crimson trying to talk to him and even when he did become aware of it his ears were deaf to all but the whispers that filled his heart with a fire. He began to read Crimson’s lips as the memory of his mouth played in his head, he had to think hard as his mind was getting cloudy like he was intoxicated eventually he deciphered the words. He began to feel quite proud of his deciphering work as if he had just broken some ancient code lost to time.
“What do you want to do next?” Crimson seemed to be asking.
“I want you to fuck my face, be rough as you can.” His lust was rising, he wanted to be handled roughly, he wanted to be indulging in his carnal desires and most importantly he didn’t want this to stop. Not wanting to wait Brimstone moved himself to be under Crimson’s semi-rigid member and began stroking the shaft to cox the rest of it out of its protective sheath. He was enamored by it and he began talking to it trying to speed it up and comfort it.
“Come on out big guy I just want to make you feel good.”
It soon grew, rapidly expanding to meet Brimstone’s nuzzle and he started gently breathing on it from the head to the medial ring gently tapping it with his nuzzle every so often. He breathed in the heady musk and it smelled of the strength he knew firsthoof and it clouded Brimstone’s mind as he became hypnotized by it. All of his teasing attempts only result in the smallest of shudders in the rock solid stallion. Brimstone worked tirelessly making sure that all part of this magnificent specimen was getting enough attention to ensure it was getting to its longest length. Brimstone knew he was finished as the head came closer and closer to his snout before gently tapping him leaving a small drop of pre-cum on the end of his nose. He wanted it more than he had wanted anything before, but he had to keep himself from taking it all at once. He very delicately wrapped his lips around the head and began swirling his tongue around it feeling all the ridges around the top. It was definitely bigger then he was and he almost forgot to breathe as he suckled it. Brimstone put his hooves on Crimson’s flanks and started pulling him closer to him. He felt Crimson’s muscles give way and he felt Crimson cock push its way into his mouth with a gentle rhythm. His tongue alternated between running along the edge and the veins of the shaft when it pushed deeper in and playing with the head when it pulled out to the edge of his lips. His body needed more of Crimson inside him, he needed to indulge and he needed to be forceful. Normally Brimstone should have been worried on this sudden change of mind to a sex thirsting deviant, but he wasn’t even trying to contain his lust anymore. His heart was on fire with this reckless passion, it burned in his breast and pulsed through his entire being with each heartbeat which was getting faster and faster as he lost himself in the pleasure. He began moving his head in opposite time to Crimson’s rhythmic thrusts so he could take in more of the cock that had him so enamored. Brimstone’s own cock was far from ignored though as he felt a soft flick of the tail that would kiss it in time with each cycle of Brimstone’s blowjob. Brimstone’s cock shuddered each time as the head was delicately tickled and regained its full size before he could even get speed up his pace.
Brimstone could feel a change come over him as he bobbed his head up and down sinking further into his lust. He felt power surge into his limbs as he placed them more firmly on Crimson’s flanks. He began pushing Crimson’s cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. He was still taking it slow but he was much deeper than before reaching up to the medial ring. Brimstone’s could no longer play around with his tongue as the cock slid down his throat now so he began turning his mouth from side to side trying to give the cock as much pleasure as he could with the soft velvety texture of his tongue. Even though he was only taking half of it Brimstone was starting to have trouble breathing it was not helped by the fact he was getting closer to Crimson’s body and the air was getting hot and heavy, but he didn’t care. His desire was crushing any other sensibilities and he wasn’t going to stop until he got the reward he wanted. Brimstone could taste as the head past by his tongue once again the salty taste of pre-cum and it renewed his efforts he wanted the real deal so badly. Brimstone dug his hooves into Crimson’s thighs and began to gyrate them deeper and faster to which Crimson reacted by maintaining the pace. All the Brimstone could see was the top of the shaft when it left his mouth but otherwise he could only see Crimson’s belly fur rapidly approach and get farther away as he pulled Crimson’s member into his throat. Within a few strokes of this invigorated movement Brimstone was taking it to the hilt hitting him deep in the throat as he held it there for a second at a time. Brimstone could feel that he was on the edge as his cock was assaulted by the lightest licks of hair with each deep throat and he had to surrender to it as his cock pulsed like it did before shooting its load all over Brimstone’s lower body and Crimson’s legs. His own release only made him want Crimson’s even more. He needed it rougher and faster so he dug even harder into Crimson who didn’t hesitated as he violently shoved the whole of his cock deep inside. Brimstone almost lost himself entirely as he moved on autopilot barely contributing any movement as Crimson’s powerful thighs fucked his face with unbridled ferocity. Brimstone’s new mind was reveling in the overload of pleasure. He was so overwhelmed that he barely registered Crimson’s balls swell and his head flare as he shot his load deep into Brimstone. Brimstone did not let it go until it had emptied all it was going to into his mouth and stomach. He lay there as the secondary waves pumped more and more into him.
After the final spurts were finished Brimstone with great attention to detail cleaned up Crimson’s cock licking over inch and making sure to kiss his favorite parts as it stood out hard as a rock even after cumming so much. He couldn’t deny it, he would have been happy to stay under Crimson for days getting roughed around like that.
“You are almost there, complete your transformation. Consummate my return.”
Brimstone heard the voice again and a glimmer of clarity sparked in his mind by it was quickly silenced by the haze of lust. He looked at his hooves and he saw not hooves but claws and there were small droplets of blood on them but his attention did not linger and it shifted to his belly where he expected to see his seed spread across his short haired belly only to see a sea of long fur with his cum intertwined all around it. He did not care about where the blood had come from, why his hooves had changed so, or even why he felt so much stronger and bristling with more fur, he only cared about the feeling he was experience. He felt like an alpha wolf of a pack but he knew that there was a stronger alpha male with a strong heady musk standing over him. The feeling of power rushed from within and above, he was overcome with the ecstasy of strength.
“Now what is your next wish?”
“I want Crimson to fuck my ass.” Brimstone replied to no one in particular as he began to reposition himself under Crimson and pushed his ass against the head of Crimson’s now well lubed dick completely unconsciously. “Crimson I want you to rough me up, I want you to try and tear me apart, and I want you to give me all of you.”
Brimstone felt Crimson begin to slowly prod the head of his cock. There was no response or instruction from Crimson he just began movie like a machine, but Brimstone didn’t care he just wanted it inside, he wanted…no, he needed to feel the heat of this stallion inside him. He needed to be joined with him and get filled by him. Brimstone moved his ass around to tease the cock and to prepare himself for its girth. As much as he tried to dodge it, the cock eventually found its mark and he could feel the pressure building as it pushed against his asshole. All Brimstone could do was grit his teeth and scrape his claws deep into the mineral sand at the shore and across the soft rock below. Like a beaver damn before a flood it finally gave way and the head penetrated his ass this caused Brimstone to sharply inhale followed by a satisfied slow exhale that ended in waves of shivers that racked his whole body. He just let it sit there as he became used to the pleasure and pain of it, just like the blowjob he wanted to savor this. He started move his hips to cox the beast in, and little by little he could feel it go deeper inside with the prominent veins rubbing against his insides making a streak of pleasure. Brimstone wanted it so bad that it was becoming laboring to keep himself from going wild like a feral animal. The only thing that kept him was that even his clouded mind knew that Crimson’s cock would hurt more than anything he had ever experienced if he hilted it without getting used to it, so he kept his calm even as he body was burning with the desire. Crimson was about a quarter ways in when he began to thrusting in and out advancing a little bit push it was slow going but Brimstone was slowly collapsing into a puddle as he moved. The top of Brimstone’s head was on the ground as he shook in all the pleasure, as he opened his eyes after Crimson’s finished one of the thrust he saw his own dick staring back at him begging for attention and to Brimstone’s surprise he could actually touch it. He realized that he had felt his spine get longer and he was so much more flexible he could also smell the musk of himself and Crimson so much clearer than before, although he couldn’t see it his muzzle had become more canine. He began to lick at his own quivering cock in time with Crimson’s thrusts and as Crimson pushed deeper in, Brimstone felated himself further.
This continued for some time with Brimstone in ever mounting pleasure both from outside and inside as the gentle rocking of Crimson’s hips pushed Brimstone’s cock deeper into his wolfen snout, until Crimson reached his medial ring making in Brimstone cough on his own cock as he breathed in from the surprise. He had to clamp down with his claws as Crimson pushed through and just like with the head Brimstone felt a wave rock through his body as a new level of pleasure rocked through him. However both Crimson and Brimstone didn’t waste time as they both continued with their thrusts. Crimson started moving faster and deeper than before popping out his medial ring on each thrust causing Brimstone to falter in his own felating as the spike in pleasure overwhelmed him. He was finally ready for Crimson to go harder and to rough him up.
“Crimson use me! I want you to have no mercy on my ass. Hilt me like the monster I am.” Brimstone voice was raspy but filled with his sweet lust.
Just like before Crimson said nothing but he moved faster and in the first thrust he hilted Brimstone and he just started pounding as hard as it could making Brimstone tremble as their hips hit. The heat from Crimson as he paused after each time he hilted warmed Brimstone to the core and the ferocity was rocking him hard causing his efforts to felate himself became more and more sloppy but this only made him try harder. He felt his own balls swell and twitch as his cock pumped his own seed inside himself. Brimstone was beginning to lose his mind as the pounding interrupted his breathing even further, but he was rewarded for his efforts as he felt Crimson’s cock twitch and shuddered as his pounding became faster before he made one final plunge filling Brimstone’s ass with waves of cum filling him full of Crimson’s warmth. Brimstone let loose a howl as his own seed spilled from the corners of his mouth. He was shocked as Crimson entwined his neck with his own and even more so as he felt him bit down on his neck and rip away something. Brimstone blurred vision could barely catch what it was as it flew through the air but when it landed he could tell it was that necklace a second before Crimson’s hoof shattered it. Brimstone felt himself revert back to the way he was and he let loose a moan of pleasure as his body shrunk slightly. Brimstone finally threw in the towel and let go of his consciousness as he collapsed into a pile of fur and a puddle of his cum with his ass up still stuck to Crimson.
The last thing Brimstone could feel was the weight of Crimson as he laid himself atop of him. It felt…good.
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Brimstone awoke with his mind in a haze, the last thing he could remember was the feeling of floating on a ho t spring, but as he looked around he could easily tell something had happened, something magical and perhaps something he had wanted for a long time. Brimstone began to be aware of a large weight on his body and was feeling unusual warm and very…full. He sniffed the air and then he knew what that something was, the smell of his passion and the faint scent of saltpeter and steel told him exactly what happened and who the lucky or unlucky pony was. The fact he couldn’t remember what had happened led him to believe that unlucky might have been the correct word. He smashed his head against the sand in frustration and cursed himself. He let himself succumb to his lust again and oh Celestia only knows what he could have done to Crimson while under His influence. Shards of silver and crystal sparkled in front of his eyes catching his attention. He tried to move his hoof to pick on up but he couldn’t move them with this weight on his back so he was stuck with just looking at them, he knew they felt familiar but it wasn’t until he found a small silver ear that he remembered the necklace, how he felt it unlock something within in him and how he vaguely heard the sound of it shattering under Crimson’s iron hoof. Besides the beginning and the end Brimstone could not remember a single event of last night with any degree of clarity and what he did remember was fuzzy and required a lot of thought. All he could do now was wait for Crimson to wake up, he really didn’t have any options.
Brimstone had fallen asleep by the time Crimson woke up and Brimstone must have been dreaming of last night as he was hard as Crimson started pulling out of them. Brimstone whimpered as he slowly removed himself. Crimson did not have the torture last long as he pulled out his entire length in one quick motion. Brimstone experienced such quick pleasure that he came one last time adding to the pile of his seed that he was already in. Without Crimson there to hold him up Brimstone collapsed into the puddle covering his whole stomach with the sticky fluids. Brimstone tried to get up but he realized he couldn’t feel his legs let alone move them so he accepted his fate to lie there. Brimstone could see Crimson picking up the pieces of the necklace collecting them in his pouch and once he was done he laid in front of Brimstone nuzzle to nuzzle.
“So how do you feel?” Crimson asked
Brimstone took his time to respond “I feel warm, full, satisfied, and maybe there is a little bit of pain hanging around…but what did I do to you?” Brimstone covered his face with his hooves, “every time I give into a burning desire for someone the ones around me end up getting hospitalized and don’t wake for a long time. I’ve forgone searching for true love for a while because of this.”
“Well open your eyes Brim, do you I look unconscious or hurt?” Crimson pulled Brimstone’s hooves away from his eyes. There were tears were running down his face.
“I don’t believe you, I must have hurt you. I can’t remember what happened and that only happens when my father takes control, which means I failed to control myself. I failed your test.” Brimstone started crying again.
Crimson held Brimstone’s head up “You didn’t fail; this wasn’t even a test Brim. This all happened as I intended. The amulet you wore was meant to be a catalyst for your father’s presence, it made him more able to take control of your mind and I needed to lure him out to free you from him.” Crimson pulled out a different amulet from his bag a spherical web of silver containing a large cloudy crystal. Brimstone could feel it tugging on his mind it was his father’s essence, it was his evil.
“You should be free of his control until I die, and you still have the magic he left within you so you shouldn’t feel too different and maybe with some intense training you could be able to control the magic as if you were a unicorn.”
“I…I don’t even want to know how you did all this. But I can feel it in my soul that you did. How can I ever thank you?” Brimstone’s tears were flowing like a river.
“By living…living like the stallion you always wanted to be.”
Crimson stayed with Brimstone as he recovered from his wounds and exhaustion, he replaced his bandages and fed him. Brimstone lay in a catatonic state in his puddle just counting the ripples in the water as they washed over him. He was stunned by the freedom he now had he was almost at a complete lose with it. He didn’t want to think of the future right now so he tried to think of the past but all his efforts only resulted in spotty images with very vivid feelings. He couldn’t deny that it was arousing but he wanted to know why Crimson did it. He laid there until he had some idea and after hours of sporadic meditation interlaced with shortness of breath and a flush face he finally came to a conclusion. Crimson had done it for him; he had wanted to make Brimstone’s life easier that was all. He hadn’t done it for pleasure or any ulterior motive in fact he believed Crimson hadn’t got any carnal pleasure out of it. This made Brimstone feel terrible, although he knew that Crimson had accepted to do it for his sake he still felt like he had just used Crimson. He wanted to disappear but he couldn’t, it would feel even worse if he just left without saying anything…without trying to make right in his mind.
Brimstone felt a hoof lay on his back, “Don’t worry about me, Brimmy. I’m just trying to clean up my mess. I don’t want anything nor any desire to gain anything, I’m here for penance. I’m here for you to help, support and guide you.” Crimson settled beside Brimstone and they both fell asleep for the night. The next day Crimson washed Brimstone in hot springs making sure his coat shined and then they packed up and suited up as they made their way out of the crystal caves. Outside of the cave Crimson handed him another envelope before silently disappearing into the woods. Brimstone watched him go, he wished he had something to say but he could think of a single one so he went back to the canoe and placed the compass in it once again. He began his slow journey back to civilization down the river, it was then he opened the letter at last.
“It’s good to see you survived the ordeal, and now I can only guess that you are having difficulties thinking about what you to do next. You should train your skills and find good ponies to support you. There is a war coming and you will be given the opportunity for redemption in the eyes of all those that fear you and your father. I will return at that time, but if you need me and search for me I can be found. Now embrace life and live freely.” –Crimson (The Gaian Smith)
P.S. There is a new pendant in the envelope and it is inert for now so don’t worry, when you learn to control your magic it will become active and help you further your potential.
Brimstone reached into the envelope and pulled out a silver wolf necklace, its face was proud and calm and its sapphire and ruby eyes sparkled in the midday sun. Brimstone put it around his neck and placed the letter with the others in his bag. He looked to the horizon and he smiled, he was living without the fear of his own darkness looming overhead. He felt whole, he felt completed.
