Author's Note

Welcome to clop chapter #2! Releases of remaining clop chapters will be at the rate of one every two days. Spoilers follow:

Chapter contains a dreamscale battle with murderous intent, imminent M/MFFF griffon tiercel/Spike + CMC activities, and more M/MM Blueblood/thestral stallions involving oral, anal, and double-penetration! Enjoy and comment!

Hitting this in time for the release was AJ_Aficionado, Silentwoodfire, and Denim_Blue. The latter has been having a bad winter for illness and health issues, and I wish him to get better soon!

26: Dreams and Nightmares

The Queen of the Dream Demons, an evil entity once known as the Steedgyptian Princess Alya but now called simply The Nightmare, was beside herself as she fled her failed host into the ether. Knowing she was exposed and vulnerable until she reached sanctuary, she flitted from place to place, dream to dream to throw off any potential pursuit by Delta Requiem or Luna’s accursed Dream Guard.

That she had been defeated—again!—by Twilight Sparkle was bad enough. That the self-proclaimed Queen had matched her massive power magic for magic, spell for spell was especially galling. But that she had done so without the Elements of Harmony—by the basest of appeals to the sensibilities of her host—was utterly humiliating.

She beat me… with TACKINESS AND OUTRAGE? The Nightmare sensed then that the sting of it would long linger, and she found herself praying that her demigod father hadn’t been watching her latest failed attempt to fulfill his will. No matter! I have other potential hosts available, and with that spellsinging pest and Luna otherwise occupied, taking over another being should be EASY! In fact, given how infuriated she probably is right now, I believe I know JUST the candidate… her ethereal form gave a toothy grin. I just have to—

Her thoughts and travel were stopped cold as she improbably ricocheted off an odd intradimensional portal, finding herself trapped in a rather idyllic dream as her egress points to the ether were abruptly blocked.

“Going somewhere, Nightie?” The flat-haired Pinkamena Diane Pie appeared directly in front of her, looking particularly lethal as she was shortly joined by her three sisters, who appeared out of fresh portal points, hemming her in. “You’ve got a lot to answer for—trying to take over Equestria through Rarity not the least of them!” the most powerful and dangerous of the Pie sisters announced, baring her teeth with a cold glint in her eyes.

The Nightmare stared at them in disbelief, her miasmic form quickly resolving into that of Nightmare Moon herself. “You dare to challenge me in my own realm, Pinkamena Diane Pie?” She turned the dreamscape around them from a placid forest to a burning inferno with but a thought.

“We dare, demon,” Pinkamena announced easily, ignoring the flames. She and Maud were unperturbed while Limestone looked ready and eager to kill; only Marble looked slightly uncomfortable at her surroundings and purpose out of the bunch. “And spare us the special effects. Queenie told us to take you out, and we wanna finish you quick so we can get back to the party at the palace! I know my sisters wanna do Discord, but me..?”

Pinkamena thought about it, and then grinned lasciviously for a moment. “I gotta admit, with her new look and power, Nightmarity’s suddenly a lot more appealing to me. All edgy and interesting now. Wasn’t much into the pony version of her before, which is kinda odd since I really enjoyed giving her human counterpart back home a good grope between classes and screw at our sleepovers. But now? I’d love to give that pretty plot of hers a proper reaming.”

“I did not need to know that, Pinkie!” Limestone spoke up with an expression of distaste while Marble looked intrigued but Maud’s only reaction was a raised eyeridge. “Now enough chit-chat! Discord ain’t gonna wait forever, and Marble and I still wanna screw him senseless! So, we gonna do this demon in, or not?”

“Sorry, Limey. And yes.” Pinkamena pronounced as she drew a blade and her sister likewise produced lethal-looking implements of their work, from Maud’s pickaxe to Marble’s grindstone to Limestone's massive hammer, holding them in their mouths, moving to surround her. “Any last words before we end your overlong existence, Nighty?” the formerly human Pinkie asked as she twirled her custom-forged weapon on a hoof.

“End me?” The Nightmare stared at them in disbelief, then grinned. “I know not how you and your sisters are able to dreamwalk, but you have a very skewed perception of your powers here, Pinkamena Diane Pie! If you knew the first thing about the dreamscape, you would know that physical and magical strength will not avail you here—that this is a realm where only the strength of will reigns supreme! Allow me to give you a minor example…”

She created an impenetrable suit of armor for herself, encasing her virtual body in it to a series of unimpressed looks; she was starting to feel disconcerted at how unconcerned they were. “I would humor you sorry sisters with a dreamscape duel that would dredge up your darkest fears and leave you screaming in terror—a veritable feast for myself and my absent dream demon army!

“But I do not need them to defeat you, and I dare not linger here lest Luna or the Dream Guard show up. So I will take my leave now!” She opened a fresh portal behind her only for Maud’s whirling pickaxe to shatter it before returning to her hoof like a boomerang.

“Nice shot, sis!” Limestone praised as Maud wore the barest hint of a smile. “Now it’s my turn!” She threw her massive hammer with all her considerable might directly at the Nightmare, who smirked and simply stood still, deciding to take the blow directly to prove that her will and mastery of the dream realm was superior…

… only to be knocked backwards hard with a pained shriek as her chest armor shattered like glass from the hit and wisps of blackish-blue miasma started coming off her impossibly damaged spirit body. Limestone was likewise staggered by the impact and clash of wills it represented, but only momentarily as she swiftly regained her focus and the hammer likewise returned to her hoof, which she then held high for it to be struck by lightning.

“Still think you got the stronger will, Nightie?” she ask with a smug grin after the thunder died down. “After I’ve lived on a bucking rock farm for my whole life without a single friend or stallion to lay? After I haven’t burned it all down in a fit of frustrated rage?” Her eyes blazed bright and a heavy metal song began to play from her memory.

“Not bad, Limey. The metal’s cool, and I see you liked that one human superhero movie I showed you,” Pinkamena noted in approval. “Don’t worry; I promise we’ll watch the sequels later. Your turn, Marble. Show her what you’ve got!”

“Oh. Okay…” the youngest of the Pie sisters closed her eyes and willed their surroundings into a pastoral scene; a far cry from the drabness of their family farm.

The Nightmare blinked, then laughed. “Foalish filly! Mayhap your sisters have some talent at this game, but ‘tis clear you do not!” She transformed herself into a full-size dragon of obsidian armor and lava dripping out of her joints to set fire to the scene, giving a mighty roar before attempting to overcome her by immolating her, hoping her defeat might rattle her siblings as well.

But Marble simply sprouted a set of breezie wings and took flight herself, dodging the jaws and the accompanying gout of flame easily. Instead of fighting back, she closed her eyes and concentrated until the very grasses around them began emitting a soothing melody; one she took evident strength from until she reopened her eyes and flew forth to face the oversized Nightmare directly, who stared at her in disbelief…

And then outright shock as she took the gout of dragon flame and subsequent bite from her point-blank, only to emerge completely unharmed as The Nightmare recoiled in pain with several broken teeth.

“Bleah. Such mushy music,” Limestone made a show of sticking a hoof down her throat as the successful song-aided defense disrupted the Nightmare’s focus and sent her crashing to the ground, her dragon form evaporating off her.

“Unlike my sisters, I don’t want to hurt you,” Marble said as she landed and approached the weakened demon. “I don’t want to hurt anypony. But you’re a very bad pony and right now, you’re keeping me from the one being I want to be with more than anything….” She materialized a perfect facsimile of Discord’s body out of the ether and began nuzzling and caressing it, putting him in the same pose she’d seen him back in the castle, propped up against the wall.

As her sisters observed and The Nightmare watched in disbelief, she laid a series of loving licks on each of his organs in turn. Her ministrations caused a still-paralyzed Discord’s breath to catch and face to flush hard back in the Map Room as he felt like it was being done to him directly, unable to stop it, or worse for his battered psyche and faltering will, urge even more from her; his organs throbbing exquisitely in his lap with every lick she made.

PInkie let her do it for just a few moments before pulling her attention away. “It’s okay—we’ll get back to him soon, Marble. Just as soon as we take out the trash here!” Then and only then did Pinkamena herself act against the crippled demon, sending her blade whirling towards the wounded Nightmare, who dodged. But instead of taking a straight path, it suddenly slashed inward, striking her shoulder, sending a gout of bluish-black smoke into the air and The Nightmare herself to shriek.

“Huh. You evaporate like a Grimm,” Pinkamena noted idly as the bloodied blade returned to her hoof, a waft of blackish smoke still clinging to it; she tasted it like she was licking the blade clean of blood. “Suits me fine. So, now that you’ve tried all four of us, do you still think your will is stronger and we can’t kill you… Alya?” She lowered her head and bared her teeth in a very malicious and dangerous smile.

The Nightmare stared at them, her jaw agape.

And then she mentally called for her Army to assist her as she fled through the dreamscape for her life.

“My Lord Spike!” the dragon pony who called himself Noteworthy bowed low before the large and sleek adolescent dragon, whose most notable features included two enormous and very prominent erections being admired by several other young adult mares of exotic but surprisingly sensual forms who clustered around him. “We have brought you a new subject!”

‘Spike’ looked up and blinked his slitted eyes as Peregrine stood stiffly before him, trying not to shake or stare. But he couldn’t help it—for as powerful and sexual as the dragon ponies who had captured him were, their apparent ‘lord’ was even more so, making him the most desirable creature the young tierce had ever set eyes on, finding himself fervently hoping he was judged well by him now matter how utterly weak and inadequate he suddenly felt in the great drake’s presence.

“Whoa. A griffon?” The adolescent dragon asked in a deep voice, looking more startled than severe despite his large size and stature, his curiosity and friendly nature belying his very predatory appearance. “Not bad. I like the big wings! Can’t say I’d mind adding you to my brood! So, what’s your name?” he asked as he idly stroked himself before his new arrival to his evident court.

“P-Peregrine Pacil…” the young courier tiercel just managed to answer, trying not to tremble under the scrutiny but finding his eyes fixed on the adolescent dragon’s twin organs as their owner’s talons worked them, noting their ridged and tapered nature while feverishly imagining what they would feel like inside of him, his overstimulated wings still standing stiff as boards to his sides.

They responded with a rippling wave of pleasure to even the slightest change of temperature and brush of breath against them, both of which were provided in abundance by the dragon ponies still swarming around him, inspecting him closely and even outright teasing him as he once again felt a muzzle nosing his seed-laden balls, causing them to contract hard; his breath catching further as the muzzle’s nose shifted to just beneath his tail.

It wasn’t all pleasant however; his side-mounted delivery satchel was digging deep into his sorely aroused flight muscles, leaving him desperate to get it off. But he was afraid to do anything without permission at that moment, not wanting to cause offense to this being and his brood whose strength had conquered him and whose love and favor he so desperately desired. Despite that, he fluffed his fur and feathers over them, flaring his crest like an eagless attempting to attract a powerful mate. “C-courier for the Gryphon Express…”

“For the G-E, huh?” Spike studied him from head to talon, inspecting every inch of him, his hungry gaze so strong that Peregrine automatically stretched himself out to show himself more fully, his normally impressive lionhood feeling very inadequate among all the imposing organs of various races around him—none more so than the twin poles of magnificent dragon meat before him, one or both of which he now desperately wanted inside of him!

“Hey, Notey? With his wings so stiff, that thing he’s carrying looks really uncomfortable on him. Mind removing it?” the Dragon Lord directed to Peregrine’s great relief.

“Of course, My Lord!” Noteworthy bowed low and immediately did so, manipulating the strap expertly and finally pulling it free as it slid off the side to Peregrine’s great relief.

“Huh. Wonder who the delivery is for?” the fire-winged and phoenix-tailed pegasus mare asked as she hovered off his shoulder, sporting a half-equine, half-avian erection that was more than double Peregrine’s size.

“Good question. I don’t want him to get in trouble for not delivering it. Notey, could you check?” Spike asked again.

“As you wish!” The former stallion sat back and began to open the satchel, but before he could—

“Hey!” a lit-up grey blur shot in and snatched the satchel out of his hooves, resolving into the form of an improbably cross-eyed robot pony, who hovered before them, her slightly chaotic electronics in evidence. “Hooves off! All G-E deliveries are post office property! And delivery packages may not be opened except by the recipient or a designated agent!” the gray mare with bright blue wiring scolded despite her crooked eyes, slightly mismatched displays flashing over them.

“Oh, yeah? Then who’s the recipient, Derpy?” the green-eyed timberwolf mare asked with a smirk, exchanging an amused glance with Spike and her other two friends, which included the Phoenix pony and another, much more correct-looking android. “Even converted, Derpy is still Derpy…” she added under her breath.

“Hey, I heard that! And it’s Digiderpy now! But as to who it’s for, uhm…” she studied the manifest carefully with one eye, then the other. “A private package for Spoiled Rich?”

“Oh, really?” a female pony voice called out from across the room. Peregrine gaped anew at a sudden flash of fire heralded the arrival of two equines that looked like they’d come right out of ancient far eastern mythology; the scaled, tail-tasseled pair looking as much a lion as he was and in some ways more.

They gave him an interested and appraising glance back, the hungry and lascivious look in their fiery eyes making him shiver; the idea of being taken by such powerful and legendary creatures as Kirin making him wish he could offer his virginity more than once. “That’s my mom. I’ll sign for it,” the hot pink one and apparent leader of the pair announced.

“Sorry! Package requires direct delivery to the recipient!” ‘Digiderpy’ held it away from her, to which the Kirin winked at Spike and his friends, waited until the robotified pegasus mare looked away briefly…

And then used her Kirin magic to cast an illusion spell that turned her into a facsimile of an older earth pony mare with a pink coat, magenta mane and diamond ring cutie mark. “Right here, Ms. Mailmare,” she said in an imitation of an upper class Canterlot accent; one Peregrine had learned from experience in the Equestrian Capital to dread for the disdainful treatment that was usually attached to it. “And I will accept delivery right now!”

“Oh! You’re here, Ms. Rich? Well, in that case… here ya go!” Digiderpy presented the manifest to be signed, and then flew off again, whistling happily as the Kirin mare dispersed her illusion spell and quickly opened the package to reveal…

A series of large and slightly-giving translucent phallic toys in the shape of progressively more gargantuan griffon lionhoods.

She exchanged a knowing—and very evil—grin with her bright silver-furred Kirin friend, a look quickly copied by the other three mares and even Spike himself. “Hey, Spike? We definitely wanna be with you after those three, but it looks like we’ve got some important business to take care of first! So do you mind...?”

“By all means.” Spike chuckled. “Drill her good, Diamond Teats! And after she called me a ‘droll and disgusting little dragon’ the other week? Smack her flank a few times for me!”

“Will do! Now if you all will excuse us—oh, motherrrrrrr...!”The commanding and strangely assertive Kirin sing-songed as she teleported away again with her friend in a flash of fire.

“Well, that oughta be good!” the Timberpony remarked from where she lay lazily against Spike’s shoulder, staring down at his lap. “Wish we could watch!”

“Me too, but so should this!” the Phoenix pony grinned knowingly at Peregrine standing before him, who puffed his chest out and flared his head crest anew, wondering slightly frantically how much longer he’d be able to last without relief in his hyper-aroused state; his unbearably engorged organ now oozing a steady supply of clear fluid on the smooth stone floor beneath him. “So whatcha gonna do with him, Spike?”

“Well, I’m not sure…” Spike made a show of saying as he continued to stroke himself at the sight of him, one long arm around the Timberpony while the other rested on the android one, who studied him lazily as various displays passed over her eyes. “I mean, I’d like to rut him, but we keep getting interrupted! And I did promise you girls were next!”

“Pl-please…” Peregrine bowed low before the immensely desirable Dragon Lord as if he was before the Queen of his race, feeling incredibly unworthy of his attention—for what use would he had of such a weak creature in the presence of such strong dragon ponies? “I n-need this. Your progeny have already bested me, but I need you to make my conquest complete! Please m-make me yours, mighty Dragon Lord!”

He lowered his forequarters and splayed his wings in a formal bow as best he could, even though he couldn’t get much more than an inch or two of mobility out of them; the appendages so stiff and engorged with blood that even the minor movement send fresh waves of erotic pleasure through them and caused him to bite back a gasp. He heard a fresh series of lustful growls erupt behind him at his lowered posture and exposed hindquarters, several dragon ponies taking an involuntary step towards him, ready to mount and mate him right then and there. But out of respect for their Lord, they did not.

“Now, how can I refuse such a request? “Spike smiled as he began stroking himself more quickly. “You know, he does look desperate. And he’s asking for it so politely. So what do you think, girls?” he addressed his compatriots as equals. “Before we screw, should I add a hawk to my new harem?” he asked them directly even as the nearby dragonponies cheered the idea lustily, looking forward to the opportunity to be with the griffon themselves.

The three non-dragon mares looked at each other, wearing smiles as well. “Well, reckon Ah’d say no—Ah mean, we’ve waited to be with ya long enough—but also reckon Ah’d hate to miss out on seeing what happens when a dragon converts a griffon!” the Timberpony noted in what Peregrine dimly recognized as a thick Teneighsee accent, having made deliveries there in the past.

“Well, why should he have all the fun?” the Phoenix pony wondered allowed. “This isn’t an either/or thing! I mean, we can have our cat and eat him too! So why don’t we all do him together?” she suggested with a toothy grin, her wing and tailflames glowing brighter for a moment with her intensified lust.

“Together? I’m game—I mean, I think it’d be great to share somepony—but how do we do that?” Spike asked.

“Page 272 of the Pony Sutra,” the android mare spoke up for the first time, her head propped on Spike’s thigh as she projected an image into the air, showing a very lewd picture of multiple ponies all pleasuring a central figure simultaneously, causing Peregrine’s wings and tail to impossibly rise even further, feeling faint at what the odd illusion depicted. The figures in the scene were all equines, but…

“That’s perfect, Cyber Belle!” the Timberpony praised to appreciative whistles and whinnies from Spike’s brood, who were now chatting excitedly amongst themselves. “Spike takes his tail, and Fireflight’ll take his muzzle! Me and CB can do his shaft and wings!”

“Oh! I like that, Timberbloom!” Spike admitted as he studied the projected scene, his organs visibly twitching.

“Let’s do it!” Fireflight added, now stroking her single organ as well as she led them in a strange cheer:

“Cutie Mark Crusaders, tiercel transmogrifiers, YAY!”

“Well, at least we got the words right this time!” Cyber Belle noted with satisfaction, then cocked her head.“Wait—this would mean infusing him with two types of magical fire?” Cyber Belle ran the calculations quickly, only to shake her head. “Never mind the Timberwolf and technomagics? Insufficient data exists as to predicting the outcome. I cannot say what he will become.”

“Then let’s find out!” Peregrine’s heart skipped a beat as Spike rose from his seat to a standing position and crossed his arms over his chest, towering over the tiercel in his bipedal stance, causing the young griffon to gape at his true size, feeling utterly unworthy of him yet again. “So you want to be tucked, not just by me, but by all of us? Well, then come on over, Perry!” he invited, already giving him a pet name. “We like you and we’ll take good care of you!”

“Be blessed, my new friend,” Noteworthy told him, puffing smoke in his face one final time to melt his remaining doubts and fears, which existed not over his course of action, but that he would not be worthy or able to satisfy the mighty drake and his consorts. “He will love you as he loves us all. Now go to him. And know that we all envy you!” He kissed him once on the side of the head.

Peregrine thought he’d died and gone to Valhalla, an expression of sheer joy breaking across his face. “Y-yes, my Lord!” he said as he began to walk towards them on stilted legs, towards his waiting destiny; his new master’s twin drakehoods pointed out towards him at his eye level, inviting his twitching nose and drooling muzzle forward to meet them.

As the curse reduced him—the noble, indefatigable and unimpeachable Crown Prince of Equestria—to a helpless colt-cuddler and mere toy for thestral pleasure, giving him an unslakable thirst for bat-stallion phalluses and spunk, Blueblood felt the shock and shame over his own actions being gradually replaced by a sense of utter exultation.

He even found himself grudgingly glad that The Nightmare had already loosened him up with her shaft and magic, leaving the initial entry of the light-furred Guardsbat a far more pleasurable experience than the possessed Rarity had been initially, shivering in delight for every inch Riesling’s more tapered stallionhood advanced up his alimentary tract.

But the Prince did not neglect his dark-furred comrade, lowering his head to nuzzle and lick his pulsing shaft while holding it to his muzzle with his aura. He couldn’t get enough of its taste or scent, smelling the exotic musk that increasingly emanated from the base of his sheath and apples, so similar yet unlike his own.

He soon heard Corporal Concord’s groan and felt his hoof on the back of his head, holding his muzzle down as he continued to pleasure the stunned but unresisting Guardsbat orally, compelled to bob up and down on the delicious and wonderfully juicy thestral shaft. Behind him, he soon felt Sergeant Riesling’s increasingly heavy and oversized apples slapping hard against his with each grunted thrust, having already sunk himself to the hilt within the Crown Prince.

He knew it was the curse doing it. He knew it was an act he would have recoiled from the mere idea of before, dismissing any so-called stallion who would consider it as completely unworthy of respect or consideration, let alone high station. And yet…

At yet, for all the mares he had availed himself of and tucked over the years, the Prince realized he had never felt so fulfilled as he was at that moment, taken from both ends by the two bat-ponies, who he milked with his magic, muzzle and anal orifice for all they were worth.

It felt good.

It felt right.

Curse or no, It felt like he had discovered a missing passion and purpose in his life, and he somehow knew at that moment that no mare would ever interest him again.

Above him, the two thestral stallions were reaching much the same conclusion. “M-my Prince…” Riesling managed through gritted teeth even as he continued to pound his princely plot; Blueblood swore he could feel every throb of the other stallion’s veins and flare of his head from deep within him. “You feel… so… good.” He closed his eyes in deep pleasure as he continued to thrust into him, his wings splayed wide and clutching Blueblood’s sides with his hooves to gain more leverage, allowing him to thrust even harder.

Improbably, Blueblood felt himself reacting to the compliment by bracing himself further, pushing back against him, urging even more from his Highborne humper. Fortunately, he discovered quickly the hollow-boned bat-ponies weighed much less than an earth pony or even a pegasus of the same size, leaving him easily able to support his weight.

“That muzzle… that tongue…” Concord confirmed from above him as he opened his eyes briefly to see Blueblood had taken nearly the entirety of his shaft, massaging it with his throat muscles while the Prince’s nose was now buried deep in his apples, inhaling their male aroma deeply. “I take back everything bad I ever said about you, My Prince! They—and you—are a national treasure!”

Me? A… tr-treasure...? Blueblood had heard many a disparaging remark about him over the years, but for all the compliments he had ever received—most of which he knew full well to be false the instant they were uttered; he had learned quickly how to recognize shallowness and insincerity, which existed in great amounts among the upper crust of Canterlot—this was the first time he felt truly and sincerely flattered!

They… they truly LIKE me? Sensing their sudden love and affection for him was real and seeking even more of it, he intensified his efforts further, increasing his oral and clamping down hard on his insides with his flank and stomach muscle, trying to stimulate the pair further from within his own body.

The two Guardsbats responded instantly with sharp hisses and moans at the increased tightness, heat and pressure, and immediately began to reciprocate, increasing the pace and power of their thrusts, now pounding him from both ends, forcing him to use his magic to anchor himself in place even despite their lighter weight.

Blueblood’s breath then caught anew as Concord, unable to ignore the glowing unicorn horn staring him in the face and feeling the mating magic coming off it, lowered his head to it in turn and began taking it in his muzzle in an act few stallions of any race would ever perform, running his longer tongue along its length, tracing its grooves lightly with his sharper teeth.

I… LIKE this? Just like the Prince, he was shocked at how easily the incredibly taboo act came to him, and the Prince’s magic responded by flowing hard from his horn directly into the Nightborne thestral’s body. The corrupted Corporal sensed it feeding and redoubling his efforts as it seemed to course through his body, blood and very nervous system, altering him in ways he did not yet understand but would not object to if it meant even more sensation, even more ecstasy….

Even more of the Crown Prince’s silver and silken tongue taking him to heights of rapture and sheer ecstasy he’d never even known existed.

Blueblood moaned helplessly, the oral stimulation of his horn having broken his focus and putting his aura beyond his control, his curse-soaked mating magic bathing the pair inside and out, arousing and encouraging them further; their bodies now thrusting so hard they forced Blueblood to brace himself with his forelegs, lowering his head and barrel further to keep his tail at the proper height. Despite that, the pair of amorous thestrals might have finally toppled him without his magical anchor, but they abruptly tensed as a rising climax claimed them first.

“M-my Prince…” Blueblood could just hear Riesling’s words over his sharp intake of breath that accompanied his impending orgasm. “I-I’m g-going to… to… ah!”

He gave a half-pony, half bat shriek of pure passion and pleasure as his double-sized apples contracted for the penultimate time, causing his tapered head to flare deep—and very keenly—within Blueblood’s body. Its expansion complete, the dam broke and it released of flood of hot fluid that caused not just a feeling a fullness, but a wave of spreading warmth and an immense sense of well-being within Blueblood as the amazing and gorgeous Guardbat stallion claimed him properly for what the Prince fervently hoped would only be the first of many times.

His Nightborne partner followed quickly with no words but a deep breath and groan; with his nose buried in them, Blueblood felt Concord’s dark-furred apples retract deep into his body before releasing his own massive surge of seed, easily several times what any of the males would normally produce, forcing the Prince to quickly swallow what he could. But the thestral’s frantic thrusting and spurting organ slipped out of his muzzle on the third pulse and erupted the rest of its large load all over the Prince’s face and chest, leaving his tongue hanging out to collect all of it that he could.

With two loads of magic-laden thestral seed delivered deep within him and all over him, fulfilling a fantasy the curse had imparted—or had it?—Blueblood’s own organ and horn exploded in an orgasmic eruption, the latter from a massive flood from his own overstimulated apples and the latter with of violet magical sparkles directly into Concord’s muzzle still wrapped around his horn, which glowed bright for a moment

As the three finally collapsed into a pile of sweaty, only half-sated bodies on the floor, the curse—at long last in the Prince’s case—took hold of the trio fully. The two thestrals visibly grew in stature, their bodies becoming sleeker and more predatory with thicker fur and sharper teeth, becoming exaggerated versions of their former selves in all aspects as even their organs grew significantly longer and thicker. Even slightly softened, they quickly and greatly surpassed the Prince’s in length and girth.

Blueblood had fully expected that, having seen what the curse had already done to all except him. But he did not expect that Concord would suddenly sprout a long unicorn horn from his forehead, his new appendage already aglow with mating aura, reactivating their mutual desires almost instantly.

“My Prince…?” A breathless but deeper-voiced Concord began as his hoof went to his forehead, blinking at what he found, finding he could suddenly. “What is…” The pair trailed off as Blueblood himself began to change even as his form was still nestled between them.

As the pair watched, the Prince’s eyes turned slitted and his ears tufted, but to their surprise, he did not grow larger and his previously chiseled features softened, becoming far more effeminate…

And far more desirable, even to their already-appreciative eyes as they suddenly found themselves with what looked like a wingless teenage thestral male, fresh out of adolescence and eager if not quite ready for his Callisto’s Call hunt…

A hunt which the experienced pair of bat-ponies instantly realized would result in him being molested and perhaps even outright mounted by more dominant males; older, stronger and randier stallions taking advantage of his smaller size and naivety to relieve their urges on him. “What happened to me…?” Blueblood looked at the pair, then down at himself, hearing his suddenly higher-pitched voice. “This isn’t what I thought would—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish before the bat-pony pair all but attacked him in lust again like they were back on the hunt themselves, growling hungrily and raining sharp-toothed nips and kisses down on the Prince’s newly-sensitive ears and neck; their enhanced and extended organs quickly surging to attention again at nearly double the size they once were.

“Mmph!” was all the protest Blueblood could muster as he was aggressively kissed by Concord and his ear was bitten by Riesling, causing him to go instantly submissive and limp. His own stallionhood, almost completely unaltered except for a slight taper and a few more visible veins, quickly responded. It was soon rock-hard and squishing wetly in the recently expelled seed on his belly as it was squeezed against Concord’s larger body.

Guided by his aura—and now Concord’s—the tapered heads of their two larger organs sought and found purchase in his already well-used and well-lubed orifice; his newly malleable body enabling them to both push inside!

He squirmed. He shuddered. He moaned at the fulfillment of yet another fantasy he never even knew he had. The size of the intrusion took his breath away but all he could do at that moment was urge the pair in deeper, wanting them both to claim him at once and truly make him their mare.

All he could do at that moment become the mere toy for male bat-pony pleasure that was now his sole desire and purpose in life.

“What… a… tail!” Riesling called out between powerful thrusts as he continued to work his way in, the presence of his partner’s organ only adding to his pleasure as their shafts ground hard against each other as well as Blueblood’s inner walls; his opening somehow stretching to accommodate them fully. “The Prince feels bucking amazing!”

“Just like that mare we shared before basic training but way better!” Concord added as he wrapped his longer tongue around the Prince’s horn again, his efforts and new mating aura redoubling that of Blueblood and causing him to all but melt in their embrace, limp and unresisting as Riesling continued to keep hold on his ear, the pair now thrusting in fevered tandem, holding him in place with sheer strength and magic between them. “He’s so pretty and prissy… so submissive… and feels... so... right!”

Pretty and prissy… submissive… The Prince felt one final and fleeting pang of shame only for it to be subsumed by the all-consuming curse, surrendering to it fully as he realized not only that both labels were correct, but ones he greatly desired to have.

For they would allow him to attract more thestral stallions to him, servicing and converting them in turn.

Why was I ever into mares? the disjointed thought crossed his mind. Why did I pursue cheap encounters with unsatisfying females when all I ever needed was standing guard right outside my DOOR? he asked himself in agony at the wasted time, only for his self-loathing to be quickly driven away as the pair of large thestral organs pushed deeper into him.

Every inch they advanced sent a fresh wave of not just pleasure but pure fulfillment surging through him, leaving it all he could do to drink it all in, only dimly listening to the pair continue to banter above him between peppering him with nips and kisses.

They had sunk over half their lengths within him, reaching the resistance of their medial rings when a fresh knock was heard on his front door.