Author's Note

Chaper contains: Tons of M/M griffon/dragon teases with Eclipse tempting Spike thrown in as well, M/MMMM Blueblood/thestral stallions and all it implies, and the capture, molestation and impending conversion of the Guardsbats’ thestral commander for good measure!

Thanks as always to my prereading crew! And don't worry: I won't delay the Spike/Peregrine scene any longer after this!

27: Tiercel Temptations

“So where are they?” Colonel Stargazer of the Night Guard’s Canterlot garrison asked imperiously, the Highborne thestral stallion pacing back and forth in the Canterlot Castle Command Center, which his Guardsbats underlings were rapidly setting up. “Concord and Riesling should have reported back with that boor of a Prince twenty minutes ago!”

“I don’t know sir. They aren’t responding to hails,” replied his Nightborne second, Major Borealis, not correcting his superior on his lack of respect for the Crown Prince as he entirely agreed with the sentiment and neither Luna nor Celestia was there to scold them. “Their communication gems are either turned off or blocked. We already sent Private Penumbra and Sergeant Spring Air to check up on them, but now they aren’t responding to hails either,” his second recited.

“Regardless, patrols have reported no disturbances and anti-intrusion enchantments have not been triggered, so we’re not sure what’s going on. Might just be the Prince is being difficult and refusing to come. You heard how Discord humiliated him earlier.”

“It certainly wouldn’t be the first time…” The Colonel growled under his breath, briefly entertaining the idea of just ignoring the Prince and leaving him in his quarters to sulk, taking command of the situation himself. But orders were orders, and Luna did not like hers being disobeyed.

“Sir?” Borealis prompted.

“If you want something done right…” Stargazer resolved then and there to march down to the Prince’s quarters and drag him out by the ear if he had to. “Take command until I return, Major. I don’t care if it gets me in trouble, I’m heading down there and I’m going to ream Blueblood’s tail good for this…”

The cheers from the hundreds of converted ponies broke out again as newly minted Queen Eclipse closed her eyes and smiled as the castle clock struck five with a loud series of gongs.

“Don’t dawdle. For I await your arrival eagerly, Sunset Shimmer...” she said softly to the sound of cheers, then looked around at the intimate activities already starting to erupt around her as the various and previously separated factions of converted ponies got to know each other more properly.

“Or on second thought, feel free to delay your arrival, for I haven’t really been able to enjoy myself fully yet. I just won a major battle, so why shouldn’t I celebrate properly?” she mused, considering her many tantalizing options, her gaze shifting from Spike to Nightmarity before lingering on Starlight long enough to make her shake in fear and frustrated desire.

Eclipse smiled as she recognized the reaction. “Don’t worry, I’ll get to you in due course, my apprentice-to-be. But to ripen you further, I’ll let you wait a bit longer. So many choices, so little time…”

She looked around to see a newly cybernetic Vinyl Scratch was using her enhanced technomagic to quickly set up her DJ equipment overlooking the map table, to which Eclipse helpfully raised the level of the floor around her to provide her a proper dais, earning her a wave and salute. With Vinyl was a wingless bat-pony version of Octavia Melody, still wearing a collar and bow tie but whose newly lighter attributes—her progenitor had clearly been Highborne, Eclipse quickly judged—gave her the look of a red-eyed vampony as she set up her own instruments, trading kisses and caresses with her longtime mate all the while.

“Remarkable, isn’t it?” Nightmarity trotted up alongside her as she took in the scene along with her friend, rubbing hips and shoulders with her happily. “Such wonderful works of Harmony! I do believe you have outdone yourself this night, darling.”

“As you say.” Eclipse closed her eyes and smiled at it all as she draped a bat-wing affectionately over Nightmarity. She drank in the sensual sounds and scenery, delighting in the feelings of friendship—and far more!—she had enabled and released, binding all her beloved friends and fellow ponies together to her and each other in ways that the mere magic of friendship would never have allowed.

Ponies… plus one griffon! she hastened to add, seeing a nearly-black half-thestralized eagless cavorting with her fellow flyers, presenting an interesting and very dangerous appearance with bat wings as she challenged Shadowdash herself to a scrap that would determine who rutted who and whose form was superior.

A duel ring was quickly cleared for the pair as several dozen ponies wandered or flew over to watch, many making bets on the outcome using bits or sensual favors. “But in truth, I cannot claim credit for any of this. The true credit for this wondrous magic belongs to Starlight Glimmer,” Eclipse remarked loudly enough that Starlight could hear.

“Oh?” Nightmarity’s interest was piqued as she watched the scene unfold before her; Shadowdash and the larger eagless circling each other with lowered heads and glowing eyes offset by raised tails and teasing remarks; promises of acts the other would suffer or perform when they lost.

“Indeed. And perhaps she would be a good warm-up to using your new dreamwalking and scrying powers before we use them on Discord,” she said with a glance over at the draconequus. He was still paralyzed but being attended to by Flutterbat, who was tending his frozen form lovingly while still keeping everypony else away from him; Eclipse was still uncertain how best to approach her given her likely continuing anger over his state. “So tell me, my dear Nightmarity—as I am a generous Queen, and I wish her conversion to be as powerful and pleasurable as possible, what is Starlight Glimmer’s greatest sexual desire?”

“Her greatest sexual desire? Hmmm…” Nightmarity closed her eyes and concentrated as Starlight was stunned to feel The Nightmare’s intrusion again, even if it was far less evil and unfriendly than previously. She felt her memories replayed and rummaged through, if slightly clumsily, but then Nightmarity’s grin turned coy as she withdrew her presence.

“Aside from being romanced and rutted by her foalhood friend? You’re in luck, darling! For it would seem that she harbors a secret but deeply held fantasy to be dominated by a more powerful mage. A fantasy that despite her lingering and weakening resistance… she increasingly and very desperately wants you to fulfill!” She gave Eclipse a knowing wink and grin.

The bound and magically muted Starlight began to sweat and shake as her most shameful secrets were laid bare, her marehood winking helplessly behind her.

“Oh, really?” Eclipse’s grin turned evil as a tendril of her magic traced the outline of Starlight’s back, sending an involuntary shiver down it, her spine arching like a cat to meet it. “That could be arranged, my young apprentice. And if you wish to be with Sunburst, you are more than welcome to convert him yourself! So, what other secrets does she hide?”

“Plenty…” Nightmarity said with some glee, her dark form circling the bound Starlight like a panther as she probed further, amazed at the ease at which she could do so, perceiving the other mare’s mind and memories as doors to rooms that could be opened with just a little prodding using the dream and memory magic The Nightmare’s powers had imparted to her.

She blinked, then smiled again. “Well. It would seem you are not the only pony she has desired in such a way this night, darling. While I do regret to say that The Nightmare herself teased our former foe here during her last intrusion, it would seem our dear Starlight was very turned on by it. It would also seem no less than Annie Smith tempted her by nearly overcoming her earlier, while she was attempting to retrieve your diary!”

“Oh, is that so?” Annie Smith’s ear twitched and then she trotted over, a bevy of Timberponies in tow. “Well, reckon now Ah’m sorry Ah didn’t get her!”

“Consider it flattery that she considers you more powerful than her, Annie Smith,” Eclipse praised as Starlight could only listen to herself discussed like she was little more than a prize or piece of meat—and worse, her unbearable excitement only grew for it. “I admit, your Timberwolf powers and impressive range of abilities present a unique magical challenge. And for it, I’m tempted to duel you myself to see where I stand against your full power.”

“A duel, eh? Reckon that could be arranged, Queenie!” Her eye glow intensified and she bared suddenly canine teeth. “Now that ya mention it, can’t say Ah’d mind a friendly little contest later. Winner gets to screw the other silly!”

“Of course, Annie Smith.” Eclipse bowed her head and smiled. “And for a little added incentive… you wanted to take Starlight yourself? I offer you the chance!” She bared her teeth with her grin. “To ‘sweeten the pot’ further, we duel not just for the right to rut each other… but for the right to convert her!”

Annie Smith blinked, then grinned broadly as Starlight’s eyes went wide, darting back and forth between them. “Oho! Take down one little Nightie and then we’re getting’ all full o’ ourselves, huh, Queenie?” She took her full Timberpony form as bark and branches sprouted as a mask of over her eyes and the lower half of her body, suddenly radiating her unique magic. “As alpha, Ah can draw on the power of mah entire pack, and reckon Ah’ve seen enough o’ yer arsenal to take ya now! So you got yerself a deal!” She spat on her canine paw and offered it.

Though Twilight Sparkle might have taken some mild affront at the gesture, and Nightmarity herself turned up her nose slightly, Eclipse duplicated it without hesitation, meeting the Timbermare’s paw with her hoof. “Very well. But not right away. I’m saving Starlight for last, so do use this opportunity to power yourself up further. I suggest addressing any remaining fire vulnerability you have, first.”

“Great idea! Ain’t that I didn’t have defenses to that anyway, but reckon being rutted by one o’ those Kirin’ll do me just fine!” she said as she glanced over at Diamond Teats and Silver Sex, who were enticing some of the dragon ponies with their exotic flames. “So, half an hour, then?”

“Half an hour,” Eclipse agreed as she next noticed that a new griffon had arrived, brought in by half of Spike’s harem and presented to him. “And Nightmarity? Perhaps you could talk to Flutterbat? I fear she will keep us from properly molding and converting Discord if we do not win her trust. You were always closest to her, and we will need her help as part of the Element Bearers to eventually release him from his bindings.”

“I will do my best, darling,” Nightmarity replied with a bow, but then her eyes turned hooded. “But I do expect some reward for it later…”

“Then a reward you shall have!” Eclipse promised her with a magical tease of the other mare’s horn, which was quickly—and deliciously—reciprocated.

“Until later then...” Nightmarity confirmed as the pair sealed their deal with a deep and passionate kiss.

I am not worthy… was all Peregrine Pacil could think as he was invited to receive the blessings of Dragon Lord Spike and his three equally exotic companions.

He had barely started to approach the powerful foursome, preparing to engage in an act—one that he would never have even considered before that night; one that promised him a new place and purpose as well as sexual pleasure beyond his wildest dreams and fantasies—when a new figure approached in the slightly smoky air; a bat-winged alicorn mare dressed in olden armor he dimly recognized beneath her sharp features and darker coat as Princess Twilight Sparkle.

“Hello, my dashing Dragon Lord,” she addressed the upright Spike after giving Peregrine a curious glance, her attention quickly turning on the former’s twin organs. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Oh! Hey, Twil—er, Queen!” Spike greeted her warmly, then put a paw behind his head. “Sorry, still getting used to that…”

“Actually, you are, Queenie.” An annoyed Fireflight didn’t mince words. “We were just about to do Perry, here!”

“You were? Then my apologies to all of you, but especially to you, Peregrine Pacil,” she addressed him directly for a moment with a nod of her head, leaving him surprised and very pleased that such a powerful and sensual royal as she remembered him from an earlier delivery. It was only then he remembered her station.

“P-Princess!” Peregrine belatedly bowed, or tried to again. “Y-You honor us with your presence!” he said from his lowered posture as he prayed his delayed reaction to her unexpected appearance—inexcusable, even in his present state!—had not given offense.

To his relief, she favored him with a warm nod and grin. “As polite and respectful as ever, I see. And so superbly attractive as well!” she said as she inspected his well-toned body—couriers for the Gryphon Express had to be in excellent physical condition for their long flights—before settling on his more aroused areas.

Her gaze lingered on his erect organ and broadly flared wings; his leonine tail couldn’t help but twitch nervously under her scrutiny as he feared yet again he was completely inferior and inadequate to all the wondrous creatures he now found himself among. “I know that you remember me as Princess Twilight Sparkle, but know that I am now Queen Eclipse! I am very gratified to see your courier duties brought you here this wonderful night. And I can certainly see how ready you are to receive your new gifts!”

Before he could reply, she caressed his stiff and exquisitely sensitive wingtips with a single tendril of aura, drawing it across each primary in turn. Her magical touch set them off like a string of Minotaurian firecrackers, each all but exploding in pure pleasure in turn; far beyond anything he had ever experienced before. The erotic assault—what else could he call it?—sent him to his knees with a series of squawking gasps, leaving him biting back the orgasm that threatened to overtake him right then and there; he was only barely able to withstand it as he desperately wished to save it—and himself!—for the Dragon Lord’s desire.

Eclipse smiled in satisfaction at his reaction. “Forgive me, Peregrine, but those erect wings of yours were just so tempting I couldn’t resist. I won’t be but a minute, though, as I simply wish to extend an offer to my favorite Dragon Lord.” She then materialized a platter with a series of large goblets and her bottle of human spirits, pouring them all a drink. “Here, Spike—a grown drink for a grown dragon and his newly adult mares.”

“Huh? A drink?” Spike repeated.

“And drinks for us?” Timberbloom blinked as she sniffed at the fluid, surprised at the strength of the brew, far beyond the ciders she and the CMC had imbibed of before. “But we’re too—oh! Guess we ain’t anymore!” she realized again in delight and drew her goblet closer.

“Wait—you said a grown drink? Then this is human alcohol?” Spike realized, then sniffed and took a sharp swig. “Whoa! That cinnamon’s hot even for me!” He blew out some bright alcohol-fueled flames, their odor quickly suffusing the air around him, the sweet and spicy odor itself intoxicating to the young gryphon as the CMC likewise tried it, and blinked hard, licking their lips in muzzles in surprise at the taste. “I like it!”

“That’s ‘Cinerator’ Cinnamon Whiskey,” Cyber Belle noted as she sipped and then visibly analyzed the fluid and vapors, charts and formulas flashing across of her eyes, though the text appeared backwards to a frustrated Peregrine, who found himself suddenly forgotten.

“91.1 proof; 45.6% alcohol by volume and 108 kilocalories per fluid ounce. Even in our current forms, it would take at most three 1.5-ounce shots to start intoxicating us. But at your size and with your dragon metabolism, I calculate it would take a great deal more to affect you significantly, Spike.”

Eclipse looked at her in surprise. “And how did you know all that? I didn’t have any alcohol apps on my smartphone!”

“It was in your browser history from when you were looking up the best brands and their contents. I read all the cached web pages,” Cyber Belle explained with a smirk, leaving the other Crusaders and Peregrine himself lost. “It was there along with a few other things you’d searched on,” she finished with a friendly but flirtatious wink.

From the sudden heat his reptilian eyes could see in her cheeks, Spike recognized that Eclipse had almost blushed at that. “I see. Well, Spike, you can have as much as you wish—of that, and of me,” Eclipse promised as she topped off his goblet, causing Spike to turn back to her in surprise.

“Of… you?”

“Yes, indeed. I’m yours if you want me, my strapping son. You can even take me in my fire form, if you wish?” Her eyes glowed red as she took it, turning her mane and tail to pure fire and her fur to low but white-hot flames, though the outlines of her uniform and armor were somehow still visible within it.

“Hey!” Both Fireflight and Timberbloom shouted in protest while Cyber Belle said nothing, nodding to herself slowly.

“Holy…” Spike barely heard them as he dropped the goblet from his suddenly limp wrist, which hit the floor with a clatter and spilled its contents all over it. His cheeks flushed hard right through his scales and if possible, his twin organs became even more engorged by the sight and offer, gaining another inch of girth before Peregrine’s hungry gaze. His attributes were quickly enhanced even further by the feathery touch of her magic; the tiercel’s magical awareness telling him that her aura was tinged with what he guessed was some form of sensitivity spell that nearly made the larger dragon nearly pass out from pure pleasure, leaving him all but reeling.

But the touch was fleeting and quickly withdrawn, leaving only a single tendril of her magic afterwards that then beckoned him forward with a curling motion like he’d seen humans do with their fingers as she stepped away from him and presented herself fully, moving her flaming tail to the side. “Take me, Spike. Take your place not as my scribe, but as my beloved son, advisor and lover!” she implored him, turning up her flames further as Fireflight and Timberbloom started to angrily protest again, only to be stopped by an upraised hoof and head shake from Cyber Belle.

The incredible display and sheer heat he could feel coming off the former pony Princess only made Peregrine feel in even more unworthy and inadequate. For what could he offer the Dragon Lord and his consorts in comparison to... that? How could a lowly and unaltered sky gryphon not of noble birth compare with the power and fire of… her? He felt tears welling in his eyes at the thought that his life’s greatest desire was about to be ripped from him forever, just as it had been awarded to him.

For Spike’s part, at that moment, all he could see and all that existed to him was Twilight Sparkle, now known as Queen Eclipse. Her heat. Her flames. Her scent. Her body there for him to claim as he had done for so many others that night. The opportunity to mate, not to expand his harem, but to simply reaffirm their bond, and take their mother/son relationship to a far greater—and deliciously incestuous—level! And yet…

“Twilight, I…” As Peregrine watched forlornly, he only barely held back from taking her, his taloned paws trying repeatedly to reach for her while his painfully erect organs drooled twin streams of steaming clear fluid on the floor, causing the griffon’s wings and lionhood to begin to droop at the sheer waste of it, wanting it all inside of him!

“What is it, Spike?” she waved her hips at him. “Why are you waiting?”

“I… I…” the Dragon Lord began to shake, visibly fighting himself, struggling with all his will not to bury himself to the hilts within her on the spot, consummate their long relationship in ways they’d never even dreamt were possible and sample the inferno of her internal furnace firsthoof. From behind Peregrine, his harem watched in amazement and whispered among themselves, astonished that he was able to resist such a tempting display—one they would all have taken on the spot!

Eclipse was likewise surprised when he didn’t immediately take her invitation. “What’s wrong, Spike? Don’t you want me?” she asked in some confusion, her senses telling him he very much did.

“More than anything!” Spike confirmed frantically, nodding his head rapidly and repeatedly. “But… I made a promise, Twili—er, Eclipse! A promise to both Perry and the CMC! I said I’d take him next! And we all decided we’d do him together!” he explained quickly, making a sweeping motion at his mares before pointing directly at Peregrine, whose sinking heart leapt.

“I need to keep my word! He wants to be part of my harem and I want to have him in it!I need to take him next!And I need them to be there with me so we can bond in our new forms over him!It doesn’t mean I don’t want you; it just means I have to fulfill my duties to them first! Please understand?” he begged her, as Peregrine’s tears turned from ones of despondency to sheer awe and joy as the Dragon Lord stood up for him—for HIM!—his wings and lionhood instantly gaining their former stiffness.

“I see…” Far from disappointed, Eclipse smiled and nodded approvinglyas she extinguished her flames, revealing her Coltic cloth and armor to be unharmed. “You are absolutely right, my former scribe. Your word, your marefriends and your family should always comefirst—pun very much intended! Your love and loyalty to them does you great credit. And for it, you’ve made me very proud again! You are clearly not just a fine son, but a just and noble Dragon Lord.”

With that, she turned to Peregrine next.

“Then I sincerely apologize to you, Peregrine Pacil.” To the griffon’s great and happy shock, she bowed to him like he was royalty, using her powerful mating aura to fully restore his lost arousal and then some, bathing him in its brilliance. “I didn’t mean to try and steal him from you, or you from his harem—indeed, I would have insisted he and the CMC do you next as I watched! But you belong to him now, and as part of his harem, you come first in his eyes.

Be very flattered that he—and all his equally exquisite marefriends—find you so desirable and worthy of the blessing they are about to bestow on you! You should be honored, young griffon.” She raised his beak with her aura, letting him see that she meant all of it in her compassionate cat-eyed gaze.

“M-my Queen…” He bowed as low as he could before her again. “You are truly worthy of your title! And it is my deepest hope that by serving Lord Spike, I may serve you as well!”

“You will indeed.” She bade him rise and then led him forward towards Spike.

“He’s all yours, Spike. All I ask, then, is that you love him well and leave him well and truly satisfied as you help him realize his full potential! I very much look forward to seeing what form and powers he will acquire from you! And when both he and the CMC are happy, if and when you’re ready…?”

Eclipse ignited her internal fires again, bathing him in their bright glow. “The heat of your mother awaits!” she promised with great glee, putting some sway into her hips as she walked off, delighting in the urk! Peregrine heard escape his very dry muzzle as she departed, looking supremely satisfied.

Twilight Sparkle was worried.

As she tinkered with her magic-siphoned pendants and ran additional analysis on the most efficient means to drain infected ponies of the curse magic, as well as simulations to determine the quickest combination of spells of actions to carry out their plan, she realized she felt calm and completely in control of herself.

Uncannily so, even.

Her logical and scientific mind was fully engaged on her task; she no longer cared that she was in a pony body, or that Sunset’s hindquarters were fully exposed. Sensuous smells were in the air constantly around them; cries of triumph and pleasure were equally ever present in the distance, and yet she barely noticed or was affected by it, finding herself not tempted at all by it.

In fact, far from wanting to join in, all she cared about was their plan to cure the curse and defeat her corrupted equine counterpart. That, and the vast amounts of data she was collecting, finally able to see and sample the various forms of Equestrian magic directly in their native environment, and for it, understanding them far better.

She was certain. She was confident. She was completely in control of herself.

All of which was cause for very great concern.

What are you up to, Midnight? Twilight suddenly asked her other self, only to get no response; the other entity’s presence was so deeply withdrawn that she could no longer sense her. All this sex and magic, and you’re NOT at the forefront? Not trying to make me notice it? Not trying to make me join in? Not even trying to ogle Sunset or force me to fantasize about her? she recited mentally in some disbelief. This is all stuff you would love, Midnight! So why aren’t you trying to take me over?

But if Midnight heard—and Twilight had learned from bitter experience that she was always listening; watching and waiting for her chance to emerge again—she gave no response; not even a mocking laugh from deep within her. Her alternate personality remained disconcertingly distant and disconnected from her, strangely quiescent despite their circumstances.

She’s planning something… Twilight was only too certain. She fiddled with her personal magic-draining pendant nervously for a moment, making sure it was still in place and active. It was, of course; she’d even programmed that particular one to ensure she could not remove it or turn it off, just in case her evil alter-ego found a way around the pendant’s parameters, such as compelling Twilight herself to take it off even without directly emerging within her.

She grasped and squeezed it once with her unicorn aura, trying to draw strength from its presence and purpose. As far as she was concerned, it was now a permanent fixture to her attire, resting just below the geode she’d gained at Camp Everfree. It, too, had survived the portal passage intact, she’d noted in passing; she could feel it charging up automatically from the magic it was now immersed in.

She was certain that meant her powers would be that much stronger when she returned to earth and had to draw on it again to use unicorn magic, but analysis of it would have to wait. We’re not on Earth, we’re in Equestria now, and the rules are different here! There’s a lot more ambient magic to draw on, and several different types of it as well.

That means that, pendant or no, Midnight could emerge at just the wrong moment and somehow attempt to turn the curse or the other forms of magic to her advantage—forms my pendant might not be able to withstand. If that happens, and she manages to free herself, then BOTH worlds could fall! She bit her lip, which quavered for a moment as she tried to think of a fresh failsafe, her eyes watering for a moment at the fear of losing herself to Midnight forever.

Her bespectacled eyes then fell on Sunset and Delta Requiem, who were discussing spellcasting strategies as they awaited Luna’s arrival. “Sorry to interrupt, but, um... Lady Requiem?” She addressed her carefully, finding the other mare friendly but also strangely intense and intimidating; radiating power and authority that she’d last seen under far less pleasant circumstances coming from Principal Cinch. But it was that power she hoped had the answer to her fears.

“Yes, uh… Twilight Sparkle?” Delta turned to her.

“Is something wrong, Twi?” Sunset noticed her consternation. “You look worried. Don’t be. We’ve got this,” she promised with a reassuring grin.

“It’s not that.” Twilight shook her head. “I’m not sure, but…” she told them her fears, causing Sunset to blink and Delta to frown.

“I see…” the latter stated, eyeing Twilight’s pendant warily for a moment. “So you fear your evil half will take you over and undo our efforts. And for it, what do you wish of me?”

“Well, I know this really isn’t the time, and I don’t really understand your particular form of magic yet, but…” she took a deep breath before continuing. “I was wondering if you could use it to help me purge Midnight?”

“Well, howdya like that?” Peregrine heard Timberbloom say in some disgust as the alicorn bat-queen departed with a final wisps of smoke and sway of her hips, leaving the young tiercel staring after her in awe, wishing fervently that he had the ability to offer such enticements to his new lord. Two of his lord’s consorts, however, seemed less than pleased at her actions. “Just who the hay does she think she is?”

“Eh, forget about her!” Fireflight said dismissively. “Between Spike and Perry, We got all we want or need right here!”

“Guys, lay off her,” Cyber Belle said softly, sounding to Peregrine to be strangely subdued. “She's not our enemy. As far as I’m concerned, she has the rights to lay him or anypony else—including the three of us—whenever she wants.”

Spike turned to her in surprise while Fireflight and Timberbloom’s looks were ones of pure disbelief. “Oh yeah? Why? Because she calls herself Queen?” The latter challenged.

Cyber Belle pinned her with a look. “Because it’s her palace. Because Spike was her son and scribe. Because we wouldn’t have all these gifts without her. And because she saved me from The Nightmare. Saved my sister. Saved us all.” She visibly shivered as the others fell silent at her fervently delivered words.

“The Nightmare’s technocurse had me and all the other cyberponies under her complete control. She’d turned us into a slave of her will, and using our nanotech, she was going to turn everypony else into her slaves as well! And even worse, she ordered us to kill anypony who resisted assimilation too strongly!” she recalled, several messages flashing across her eyes warning of her increased metabolic rates and stress hormones. “I knew it was happening and what she planned, but I couldn’t stop it—there was nothing I could do about it! But Eclipse could.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Fireflight’s anger ebbed.

“No buts. We owe her. We all do,” Cyber Belle insisted, leaving Peregrine wondering what he’d missed and how much longer his quivering wings and body had to wait, but he was far too polite and afraid of causing offense to say anything.

“I didn’t realize this until afterwards, but she also could have taken control of me herself at any time using her enchantments, like when I was giving her backtalk and threatening to challenge her rule,” the cyberpony recalled. “But she didn’t. Because she wouldn’t. Because she wants willing and loyal servants, not mindless slaves.”

“You’re right. That’s who she is. And that’s why I’m so loyal to her,” Spike agreed, puffing some fresh and very soothing smoke into the air, instantly assuaging their remaining anger and restoring their arousal, putting a reassuring paw on their shoulders in turn as he sat back down.

“Listen, girls—I love her no less than I love you, and look at it this way—for as much as she just turned me on, I’m really ready to tuck some tiercel tail now!” His grin at Peregrine was toothy but not at all unfriendly, causing said tail to rise high and the orifice beneath it tingle in anticipation as he sensed the moment was finally at paw. “Now where were we…?”

“About to screw him silly and see what all our magic at once would do to him?” Cyber Belle reminded him, deploying a few biomechanical tendrils from her back. “So come on over, Perry!” she invited, patting the plush reading lounge behind them, which had been retrieved from the castle library earlier. “We’re ready for you!”

“Y-yes…” The young male griffon swallowed hard, trying desperately not to stumble from his stiff legs and stilted steps as he approached.

I am not worthy… I am not worthy… he repeated over and over in his head as he closed the remaining distance to his new Lord to the renewed cheers of the watching dragon ponies behind him, his eyes fixed on the pair of erect and exquisite dragon organs at his eye-level staring the young tiercel in the face.

Five minutes after he had left the command center, Colonel Stargazer, commander of the Canterlot garrison of the Lunar Guard, arrived at his destination—Prince Blueblood’s private quarters.

There was no sign of the four thestral Guardsbats he had already dispatched to retrieve the Prince, but nor was there any sign of a struggle or foul play in the area. The sentries further back had also confirmed that the two pairs of bat-ponies had indeed passed their positions on their way to the Prince’s quarters, none too happy about their task.

His sharp tufted ears couldn’t hear anything from inside the luxurious suite, which was hardly a surprise—the Prince had magically soundproofed the interior to ensure no noise made within it could be detected on the outside, and he sometimes even cut off crystal communications within it when he was discussing business dealings with his agents, or was simply entertaining a mare or two.

He strongly suspected the latter was the case here, and that the Prince was now detaining his soldiers behind one of his room’s defensive wards while he enjoyed the company of some trollop who wanted notoriety and influence by bedding the Crown Prince. Thus, he pounded hard on the door.

“Blueblood!”he shouted. “This is Colonel Stargazer! I don’t care who you’re in bed with, so move your pasty white flank! Your royal presence is respectfully requested in the Command Center by order of Princess Luna herself!” he grated out the honorific.

His anger deepened as there was no immediate response, and he gave a sharp hiss. “Do you hear me, Blueblood? Open up now, or I’m coming for you!”

Abruptly, the soundproofing spell on the door dropped and he could hear mocking laughter inside—not belonging to the Prince, but to his own soldiers.

“Coming for him? Truer words have never been spoken!” a voice he recognized as belonging to Private Penumbra spoke, though it sounded far stronger and deeper as he gave an overloud lick of his muzzle.

“Got that right!” a heavily panting Concord agreed, and for the first time, Stargazer picked up some wet slapping sounds, his eyes narrowing for it even as he wasn’t sure what was wrong with their voices. “Luna knows we did!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be along in a second, sir!” Riesling promised, sounding scarcely less out of breath. “Then again, for as much fun as we’re having, it might be a few minutes. Or an hour. Or even a day! Hey, would you mind sending us some food and drink in the meantime? I could use a flying boar steak done medium rare and a good wine! A proper Chianti, if you please!”

“What was that?” Stargazer snapped.

“Oh, you’re taking orders for everypony? Then what’ll it be, bats?” Riesling asked jovially.

“I’ll take Jackelope Stew!” Concord announced with a wet kissing sound. “And a tall amber ale!”

“Chicken Chutney for me!” Spring Air finished with another grunt. “And a round of Mango Mimosas!”

“I’ll make it simple, sir—just bring in a freshly slaughtered lamb and a full keg of Sweet Apple Acres Special Reserve Cider!!” a breathless Penumbra finished to cheers, the four enlisted Guardsbats treating their increasingly fuming Commander as little more than a waiter at a restaurant.

“You four are bucking for a court-martial and a thorough flank-kicking!” the seething Stargazer announced, only to receive a fresh round of laughter back.

“Speaking of flanks, what was that about the Prince’s flank being pasty, Colonel?” Sergeant Spring Air asked through repeated grunts. “I mean, isn’t your flank the pastiest one of all?” he wondered aloud to fresh laughter and a sharp slap that sounded like a high-hoof.

The Colonel hissed sharply at the last line, which went far beyond simple insubordination into what sounded like an olden Nightborne slur against his Highborne heritage. Regardless, he was now certain that Blueblood had bewitched his soldiers upon entry with some kind of exotic potion or spell, giving them some of his mares to play with so he could escape undetected and do what he wanted; he now doubted the Prince was even home.

“Enough! I’m ending this guano show right now!” Growling low, he used his master security crystal to unlock the door to the Prince’s quarters and flung it open hard. He marched in only to stop short, his jaw falling open at the sight he beheld:

All four stallion soldiers stripped bare and extremely aroused, their armor scattered in pieces throughout the room.

Their armor no longer fit as they were much bigger than they had been previously, the four now looking like sleek and dangerous predators; their ears, wings and fangs larger with their apples and stallionhoods enhanced to match.

And at least two of them were buried in the central figure of Prince Blueblood himself, who now bore thestral features of his own, though they belonged less to an adult and more to an adolescent; his scent alone enough to make the Highborne commander dizzy.

The Prince was pleasuring all four thestral stallions at once even as he was held up by them; he rode the lap and massive thestralhood of Spring Air even as he suckled hungrily and happily on Penumbra’s organ, all the while stroking the remaining two stallions off with his hooves, the latter two raining nips and kisses on him the whole while.

The Prince, too, was very aroused—his half-thestral organ was smaller compared to the others, but still prominent and drooling a steady supply of seed; Stargazer found his gaze suddenly fixed on it—and on the Prince himself, the scents and sights of the room quickly soaking into his senses.

Though aware of his gaze, they did not slow or stop their efforts even as they acknowledged him. “Oh, hey, Colonel! Welcome to the party! Won’t you join us?” Penumbra asked as he held the Prince’s head down on his organ, forcing him to take it down his throat almost to his apples, which slapped against Blueblood’s chin at the very end of his thrusts. “As you can see, our prissy Prince here is being an excellent host!”

He ruffled the Prince’s mane with a hoof as he held his head down on his enormous shaft. Blueblood’s mane looked longer than it had been, much more like a mare’s along with his softer facial features, only increasing his unlikely allure further to not just the four he’d already captured, but the Colonel himself! “In truth, though, I think we’ve been a little mean to him. I mean, he’s been serving us without stop, and he’s really good at it! But we haven’t been doing much for him!”

“But… this…” was all the Colonel could say through a suddenly dry throat and an impossibly strong swelling in his loins at the very taboo—and increasingly tempting—all-stallion tryst before him.

“But nothing. So whaddaya say, Stargazer?” Concord bared his pointed teeth in an act that would normally get you written up for making a disrespectful gesture to an officer, never mind leaving the rank off his name; it was only then the Colonel noticed he and Penumbra had a unicorn horn!

“The Prince’s shaft needs some attention, and I regret we’ve been neglecting it. So why don’t you give it to him?” He made a licking motion with his muzzle, showing his tongue had been lengthened as well. “For as much as you seem to love mouthing off with that big muzzle of yours, I’m sure you’ll be able to accomodate Blueblood’s blue balls in it just fine!”

“Oh, I can’t wait to see that!” Penumbra agreed with a gleeful grin, turning up the intensity of his new mating aura, focusing it fully on his former commander, whose cheeks flushed and wing flare turned quickly from one of anger to arousal. “And after that, for all the abuse he’s given me, he can suck me off, too!”

“I…” At that moment, the overmatched and overwhelmed Colonel Stargazer realized two things: that the corruption they had been told the defend against had already made it to Canterlot, and that if he didn’t flee immediately, he would fall victim to it as well—a fact confirmed as he felt his own stallionhood quickly surging to attention below his barrel armor as he took an involuntary step towards the Prince and the scene, finding himself with a suddenly watering muzzle as the obscene suggestions registered and the massive amounts of mating magic and magical pheromones soaked even deeper into his reeling psyche.

But he had not made rank for being stupid or weak-willed, or for being unable to recognize that he was in danger; that a situation was sorely out of hoof. With a wave of sheer panic, he broke the seductive spell over him and went for the communication gem on his belt.

“No. No! Command Center! Seal the Prince’s quarters! The curse is already—!” he began to call as he turned to escape and flared his wings to fly, only for Concord’s new and immensely powerful aura to catch him, crushing the crystal and pinning his wings, sending him sprawling as he made a leap that was intended to take him out of the room and into flight, hurtling down the corridor to safety.

He instead was plucked out of the air just outside the Prince’s quarters, pulled down to the tiled floor of the foyer, then was dragged back in by a pair of powerful magical auras.

“Going somewhere, Colonel?” Private Penumbra growled in raw lust as he used his own unicorn magic on his former superior, quickly and efficiently stripping him of his armor as he felt him up from head to hoof in the process, arousing him sorely and mercilessly by not just bathing him in mating aura, but by stroking his swelling sheath and flight muscles. “Sorry, but we insist that you stay!”

“And for denying me leave for Nightmare Night last week, I’m gonna loosen up that tight tail of yours myself!” Concord promised, causing Stargazer’s heart to stop as he felt his tail raised and a magical probe beneath it, causing the exterior of the opening to tingle hard and loosen as the phallic construct began to push inside.

“No… no! I’m not a—mmph!” Stargazer called out in fear and weakening protest one final time before his muzzle was plugged with a second magical construct, the curse magic compelling him to suckle it and accept the growing intrusion in his rear. His forehooves left two ruts on the floor as he was pulled back towards the group and the doors closed and locked behind him, silencing his cries of alarm—and shortly helpless pleasure—from the outside.