Spoilers: Chapter contains interspecies MMFFF between a male dragon and griffon as well as three formerly filly futa mares. Also contains some Pie sister incest and a suitably lethal Pinkamena finally cornering and potentially killing The Nightmare herself.—Firesight

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

“It’s not that.” The human Twilight Sparkle 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; noting it seemed to bend and warp the magic around it. “So you believe your evil half will emerge at just the wrong moment and undo our efforts for her own gain, even despite your precautions?” she recited with a glance at Sunset, who she quickly noted seemed equally troubled.

“Yes,” Twilight confirmed with a swallow. “And, well, I was hoping you could help me. I know this isn’t the time, and I don’t really understand your particular form of magic yet, Lady Requiem but…” She took a deep breath before continuing, standing up straighter before the older mare, whom she had already gathered had both high station and the power to match it. “I was hoping you could use your powers to help me purge Midnight?”

“Purge her?” Delta Requiem repeated as Sunset’s frown deepened.

“Yes. Please.” Twilight let the other mare see her fear. “She’s a constant presence I have to check. She’s all my worst impulses rolled up into one evil entity, and I’m terrified she’ll someday take me over and hurt all my friends!”

“Twilight…” Sunset gave her a disapproving shake of her head. “No matter how much you may fear her, she’s a part of you! And for all the times she’s been free, she’s never actually hurt anyone! Not the Shadowbolts. Not Gloriosa. Not even Chrysalis, from what you said.” She reminded her friend, wincing mildly at the latter, knowing that she was probably the most deserving of it for the lengths she’d gone to in invading the human realm.

“Maybe not physically, but—”

“No buts, Twilight. Defeated? Yes. Humiliated? Occasionally, but always with good reason. Punished sensually by turning them on and then turning their own desires against them? I’ll admit she’s a little too good at that, and much too willing to resort to it,” Sunset admitted with a hoof to the back of her head. “Look, I’m not denying she’s power-hungry and potentially dangerous because of it, but—”

“Power hungry?” Twilight repeated in disbelief as her hoof hurriedly went to her amulet, checking it was still in place for the hundredth time that night. “Sunset, she’s completely mad! She thinks she’s a goddess and wants to rule as one! She’d turn the two worlds into her own private playpen and everyone who lives in them to mere toys for her pleasure! Or have you forgotten she sundered the walls between our two worlds and didn’t care what damage she did to the very fabric of all reality?”

“I haven’t forgotten. But I also know that she acts out because you don’t, Twilight,” Sunset told her gently in a conclusion she’d reached long before. “Because you’re afraid to let go or see to your own needs. She did what she did because the magic overwhelmed her—in the end, she was like an impoverished girl who suddenly had more wealth than she knew what to do with, and lost all inhibition for it. That girl was you, Twilight. Ultimately she’s just a product of your deepest and most unmet desires. She even admitted it herself a couple hours ago when Zesty made her emerge.”

“Enough. We don’t have time for this, so if you’ll excuse me…” Delta Requiem sang so softly under her breath that neither Sunset nor Twilight could hear the lyrics, but they felt a weak wave of magic wash over them for the better part of a minute. Twilight could feel the other mare’s presence poking gently at her mind from several different points but carefully not invading it, which she knew would immediately provoke Midnight.

She wasn’t sure what was happening, but whatever the robed pegasus mare was doing, she eventually opened her eyes and shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Twilight Sparkle, but I believe Sunset Shimmer is correct. A dark presence though this Midnight is, she is indeed a part of you, and I cannot wrest her from you without ripping your very soul asunder,” she explained as Twilight’s lips began to quiver. “I feel the solution to your quandary is not to suppress her… but to accept her. I am a counselor among my many other roles, so if you wish, I canassist you with that at a later time.”

Twilight Sparkle shook her head violently. “Please, Lady Requiem… you don’t know what she’s capable of! You don’t know what it’s like living with this… this thing inside me that might take me over at any time!”

“Don’t I?” Delta looked away for a moment in some pain. “Take it from me that we all have light and dark within us, Twilight Sparkle. Harmony is ultimately found in the balance of both. But if it is her intentions you are worried about… we can find out. Using my power, we can bring her forth and speak to her right now.”

“Right… now?” A wide-eyed Twilight took several steps back and stumbled hard, not used to walking backwards on all fours. “No! No! We can’t let her loose! Not now! Not here!” Her hoof went to her amulet again.

“Delta, I’m not sure that’s such a good—” Sunset started to protest, worried that the last thing they wanted to do was introduce Midnight to such a sex-charged atmosphere. Then again, it worked out fine before…?

“If this ‘Midnight’ is going to interfere with our plans, better to know now than later,” Lady Requiem replied in a level tone. “If I need to counter her or help Twilight assimilate her in the future, then I’ll need to know precisely the pony I’m dealing with and what her capabilities are. Don’t worry—with her pendant and my power, I believe we can contain her if the need arises.”

Sunset looked down for a moment and closed her eyes, considering her former guardian’s words. As much as she hated conceding anything to Delta Requiem as a filly, she’d finally learned that nothing she did or said was ever impulsive or ill-considered—completely unlike ME back then!

“Twilight? Let her do it,” Sunset directed. “I think she’s right. And don’t worry—between your siphon amulet and Delta’s spellsinging, we’ll be able to contain her and restore you after. I promise.” She laid a reassuring hoof on Twilight’s back.

Twilight swallowed hard, considering briefly teleporting away only to worry that she’d be lighting a beacon for corrupted ponies—or worse, her corrupted pony counterpart—by doing so. “Fine,” she said in defeat as for the first time in her visit, she felt Midnight’s presence perk up within her, in both interest and anticipation. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Noted. Now do not fight me, Twilight Sparkle—or her,” she directed before closing her eyes and taking a breath, centering herself to use her replenished powers.

“Spirit of song, set Midnight free; bring her forth to speak to me!”

Twilight reeled and cried out, falling to the ground. Sunset tried to steady her with her aura only for it to be turned aside. “Don’t interfere,” Delta warned her as Twilight suddenly smiled. When she rose again, she had acquired her trademark glowing magical spectacles. She opened her eyes to reveal they had turned to feline slits, though she otherwise looked normal and nothing like the full alicorn form she’d acquired during her initial appearance so many months earlier at the Friendship Games.

Ignoring Sunset except for a momentary and very appreciative leer, she turned to Delta and looked her over from head to toe, giving her a smirk and a nod.

“How do you do, Lady Delta Requiem, bard of the Royal Court? I’m Midnight Sparkle. So tell me, just how may I be of service to you this fine and wonderfully sensual Halloween night…?”

In the ethereal plane that comprised the dreamscape and its related realms, The Nightmare continued to flee for her life.

She’d gone from being certain of triumph—from believing she’d finally be able to deliver all Equestria to her father on a platter—to now wondering if she would survive the night. She was on her own, and her rescue would not be coming—her Dream Demon Army that she had called to her aid had run headlong into Luna’s Dream Guard and were now engaged with them, unable to assist her.

That also meant the Dream Guard itself was occupied and could not come after her, but that was of little comfort just then. For impossibly, her current quartet of pursuers were even worse than the Dream Guard, a threat to her rivaling Luna herself!

“So what’s the matter, Nightie?” Limestone Pie taunted her as she fled from dream to dream, realm to realm, the four Pie sisters dogging her the whole way, occasionally inflicting another injury to her ethereal form with their simple tools and weapons. “Not so high and mighty now, huh? You can’t get away from us! Doesn’t matter where you go, because we’ll follow!” she promised as she flung her hammer yet again, willing it to follow a curving course that homed on her quarry’s head.

The Nightmare was only barely able to dodge and escape to yet another dream, but the Pie sisters immediately resumed their pursuit. Even without any training in dreamwalking, they were not only much more dogged than the Dream Guard, and somehow even more effective and focused than them!

But… but… how is this even POSSIBLE? The ancient entity protested again with her thoughts, as she struggled not to let her strained focus slip, wondering how four simple earth ponies who’d been born and raised on a rock farm could be turned into her greatest bane. They weren’t dreamwalking in the sense she knew—for if they were, she would have been able to use her powers to stop or block them—but rather, appearing and disappearing into transient portals they somehow generated themselves. She knew not the method they used to flit between dreams and dimensions, but it was like no magic she’d ever known or could counter.

And worse, her dream powers were completely useless against them as they either ignored or laughed off her Nightmare visions; the fears that might have paralyzed them before the curse had taken hold of them had been completely purged.

“Oh, come on, Nightie! If you think I’m gonna be scared by feeding me visions of some bucking zombie apocalypse, then you’ve got another thing coming!” Limestone Pie laughed at The Nightmare’s latest attempt to overcome her as she hurled her hammer again, and this time her aim was true—it impacted the weakened Dream Demon Queen dead center of her form, causing her to reel and yet more of her mass and power to dissipate. “That’d mean I could kill and destroy everything! I’d love it!” she said as she recovered her hammer and resumed her advance.

“Me too. I loved zombie games back home!” Pinkamena likewise just sneered at visions of her friends laughing at her, while Marble simply shook off images of destruction by replacing them with idyllic scenes, showing her will was impossibly the equal or better of The Nightmare.

What frightened Twilight Sparkle will NOT frighten me, demon! the ancient entity remembered Eclipse’s mocking words as she tried to draw on her previous form’s fears during their earlier duel, but it seemed that rule applied to these four as well!

Then what do I do? she wondered frantically as she evaded another attack from Limestone’s hammer, whom she’d quickly realized was the most aggressive and eager of the four; her attacks announced with a screech of human ‘metal’ music she’d quickly come to dread.

In contrast to Limestone, Maud was completely and infuriatingly impassive as she continued her pursuit, constantly sizing her up for a statue and openly musing what stone she’d like her rendered in, while Marble simply kept her contained, blocking her escape routes where possible and doing nothing more than deflecting the occasional attack on her and her sisters—a shield to Limestone’s sword.

But the Pie sister The Nightmare was most afraid of was Pinkamena, who stalked her silently and attacked out of the ethereal shadows unannounced like the perfect predator. She used Limestone’s strikes and Maud’s musings as a distraction for her own sudden slashes, which had already wounded The Nightmare several times, slowly whittling her down; the dream entity formerly known as Alya guessed she had perhaps five minutes left before her reserves of focus and will were exhausted, both of which had already been heavily drained by the battle with Eclipse and subsequent struggle to hold onto Rarity.

I’m going to die! she sensed in the deepest pits of her being; realizing with a sinking heart that four thousand years of efforts to earn her ascension as well as her demigod father’s affection were all about to come to naught.

But the thought of failing her father—again—gave her virtual spine new steel. No! I can’t let it end like this! I won’t let it end like this! she swore. If I can’t escape them and my army can’t reach me, I’ll have to find a new host QUICKLY to get away from them! At least I’ll be able to counter or kill them in the physical realm! she thought, her mind racing and quickly coming up with a new plan, starting to bend their chase towards another being she’d already identified as a potential new host and escape route earlier that night.

Unfortunately, that potential new host wasn’t asleep, as a mental probe in her direction revealed her stalking back and forth angrily in her throne room, muttering to herself—not surprising, given the unwelcome message that had likely already been delivered to her—and not about to rest because of it.

But nor did she need to be, as strong emotions could also be used as a means of possession. Just need her a little more distracted… but I need more time! she realized, sending an urgent order to her army to break off their attempts to reach her and instead, concentrate on weakening the will of her new target, feeding her fears and anger alike.

She’d barely gotten the mental message off before Pinkamena was on her again, slashing open her throat and causing an alarming amount of her essence to dissipate before she could stem it. But she was left with little power afterwards and slumped to the floor of their latest dreamscape as the four Pie sisters surrounded her.

“Finally out of fight? Pity,” Pinkamena pronounced, giving her blade a twirl. “After four thousand years filled with dreams and dead ponies, it all ends here for you.”

“Why are you doing this?” The weakened Nightmare demanded to know. “This isn’t you! Killing me is not harmonious and has nothing to do with rutting!”

Pinkamena gave a very evil and unpleasant smile. “Doesn’t it? Speak for yourself, Nightie—like I told the Queen, I get off on the hunt!” She reared up to will an erection into existence, stroking herself while also licking her blade. “Followed closely by doing things with my family. You know, as fun as this is, we shouldhave girls’ nights out more often, sisters!” she suggested to her siblings.

“I’m game!” Limestone grinned, stopping long enough to stroke her own erection and share a passionate kiss with Pinkamena, the two rubbing their rigid organs together as The Nightmare stared in disbelief at what was, even for her, a very surreal scene. “Thanks for coming by and converting us, Pinkie! This is the most fun I’ve had in ages!”

“It really is nice to do things as a family.” Marble nodded slowly to herself as she watched her sisters with a shy but happy smile, her hoof snaking between her legs. “I mean, we get to end evil and get rutted? This is the best night ever!”

“Agreed. I am aquiver with excitement,” Maud said in her usual monotone as she willed Boulder into existence and stretched it into a phallic shape so she could begin pleasuring herself with it. “I admit, I rather like this version of you, human Pinkie. I only wonder if my real sister has it too.”

“Oh, don’t worry—she does,” Pinkamena promised with a toothy grin as she stood on her hind legs and lowered Limestone’s head onto her organ, who began suckling it eagerly. “We were gonna switch places again next week, but why wait? If I know the Queen, we’ll be dispatched to the human world ourselves shortly, so you’ll get to see her—and convert her—in just a few days. Until then, just hope she’s enjoying Halloween as much as we are Nightmare Night!”

“Human? Halloween?” The Nightmare repeated, then blinked. “Then you mean… you really are the humanPinkie Pie?” She drew back further in only half-feigned surprise, suddenly thinking that everything that happened made a lot more sense. Worry about it later! Just keep them talking…

In response, Pinkamena gave an unpleasant grin and a half-bow. “Pinkamena Diane Pie, senior student at Canterlot High in Boulder, Colorado, at your service, Nightie. My interests include sweets, shop class, and swordmaking. Pleased to meet your acquaintance, though I’ll be even more pleased to end you for all your crimes through the ages, including trying to take over Rarity and Cyber Belle!” She showed her teeth in her smile.

“You really live in a town called ‘Boulder?’” Maud repeated as she continued to hump her favorite stone. “I approve.”

“Sure do! And our parents—my parents—own a rock quarry from which they harvest and sell stone countertops, bricks and tile,” Pinkamena explained as Limestone continued to go down on her and Marble watched longingly, earning a hoof motioning her forward from her older sister.

“Wow! Just like home!” Limestone realized around a mouthful of her sister’s stallionhood.

“You got it! So not that different from here, really, except for the internet and video games. Gotta say, though, they’ve got nothing on the dreamscape!” Pinkamena mused as she willed a series of glowing green tentacles into existence from a demonic symbol as Marble began nuzzling her large apples and the base of her shaft, working on the bottom of her big sister’s organ as Limestone worked on the top.

“I mean, where else could I make Coital Convent real?” Pinkamena further covered her sisters with nun attire as a prelude to probing and penetrating them with her new constructs, snaking around their legs and suspending them in midair before finding their teats and orifices beneath their clothes.

“Okay, I really want to see this show now!” Limestone announced breathlessly as her marehood and tailhole were filled in turn alongside Marble’s.

“Me too…” the latter agreed as she was positioned belly to belly with her sister. “Could you bring it from your world next time?”

“Sure thing!” Pinkamena promised, but despite all the sexual activity, she didn’t lose her focus, willing a fresh series of bonds into existence to hold The Nightmare in place while they enjoyed themselves. “And don’t worry, Nightie—we haven’t forgotten about you! We’ll be with you again in just a minute.”

“But if you’re human, why would you come to Equestria?” a nearly-powerless Nightmare asked, receiving a message that her army—those that could be spared from fighting the Dream Guard, anyway—were starting work on their target. Have to buy another few minutes...

“I don’t know. A change of scene? A chance to meet my sisters and friends all over again?” Pinkamena shrugged as her hooves rested on the back of Limestone’s and Marble’s heads. “Guess I like it here. Even before my evolution, being an earth pony had its boons—I get to walk around naked and be super-strong like AJ? And now, I get unleashed and infinite sexual stamina? Sign me up!” she materialized a large sheath of papers and pantomimed signing her name to it.

“Um… this is really fun, but I still want to go back and be with Discord,” Marble stated again even as tentacles tore through her improvised attire and then wrapped themselves around her stallionhood and Limestone’s, pressing them together. “I love you, sisters, but he’s so different and dreamy.” She materialized a facsimile of his phalluses and began nuzzling them once more, causing the real Discord to feel it again and wonder what he’d ever done to be reduced to everypony’s plaything.

“Me too!” Limestone said eagerly as her teats were plumped by the tentacles enough to pillow both hers and Marble’s organs. “How about it, Maud? Wanna triple-team him?”

“Meh. You can have him. Unless he’s a statue again, I’m not interested,” she said as she continued to pleasure herself with Boulder, generating additional copies of him to fill all her orifices with more than one. “After this, I just want to find Mudbriar.”

“Seriously?” Pinkamena rolled her eyes as she lounged back on a throne she had willed into existence from which she could oversee the scene.

“Yeah, seriously—he’s such a stick-in-the-mud! What do you see in him anyway?” Limestone asked around a muzzle of stallion shaft before Pinkamena could.

“He makes me laugh,” Maud replied perfunctorily. “And for the record, nopony converts him but me.”

“Suit yourself,” Pinkamena agreed as she turned back to a cowering and cringing Nightmare, then willed her constructs to disappear. “It’s been fun, but it’s the end of the line, Nightie. My sisters have plans, and me? You know, I really should go back to check on Mom and Dad. After we did them, we left them rutting each other’s brains out. Should probably make sure they’re not dehydrated or something.”

“Eh, they’ll be fine. I say let them have their fun!” Limestone insisted as she gave her sister’s shaft a parting kiss. “I mean, hay, that’s probably the first time they’ve shared a bed in ages! But never mind them! We still gotta finish the job! So are we gonna do this witch in, or what?” she stood up and turned back to The Nightmare with an evil gleam in her eyes.

“Seems a waste to kill her, though. I’d rather keep her as a trophy,” Maud suggested as a disbelieving Nightmare listened to her fate be bandied about like she was nothing. “She’s weak now. We could just turn her into a dreamscape statue and come back to enjoy her whenever we like.”

“Oh, for—what is it with you and statues, sis?” Limestone asked with a roll of her eyes.

“I like stone,” Maud said with a shrug. “Just ask Boulder.”

“Or maybe we could make her a pet?” Marble wondered aloud. “I mean, if she’s been starved for parental love and attention this whole time, maybe we should take her in. I bet Mom and Dad would help.”

“Seriously, sis?” Limestone looked back at her in disbelief.

“Yes! Please! Listen to her! I’m sure I could yet be redeemed?” The Nightmare asked in what she hoped was a sufficiently pleading tone as she sensed the emotions in her chosen target surge higher, weakening her mental defenses further. She’s almost ready… just a little longer!

Her claim was met with a sneer. “Sure you could, ‘Alya’. You know, you’re way too nice for your own good, Marble. One of many reasons I love you.” Pinkamena then cracked a rare affectionate smile, only for her expression to harden again.

“But take it from me—she’s irredeemable and probably just trying to trick us now. So…” She drew her blade and then threw it right at The Nightmare, who could no longer evade. It struck her ethereal chest and embedded itself deep within it, causing her to shriek as her form began to fully dissipate, threatening to take her very consciousness with it. But before it could, she poured the remaining ergs of her power into the pathway her army had opened, praying their efforts were enough.

The last thing she saw before she was sucked down the tunnel towards her potential new host and only source of salvation was Pinkamena Diane Pie’s ice-cold eyes.

“It’s over. Rot in Hell, you evil Nightmare.”

“How do you do, Lady Delta Requiem, bard of the Royal Court? I’m Midnight Sparkle. And just how may I be of service to you this wonderfully sensual Halloween night?”

“Halloween?” Delta repeated the word like it was distantly familiar, then stared at her for a moment. “I admit I wasn’t sure what to expect. But by the more powerful and primal magic within you, you certainly feel to me like a darker half. Perhaps even an evil one.”

Midnight chuckled. “Do not be fooled by appearances, Delta Requiem. Dark I may be, but evil I am not,” she replied, her slitted eyes appraising the other mare in turn. “For what are my crimes? Seeking to be set free? To fully explore my sensuality when my weaker half fears to? To expand my knowledge of both technology and magic as she so desperately desires to?” she suggested mildly, then her grin turned to one of lazy anticipation.

“To gain absolute power and then dominion over the two realms, as befits the goddess I am?”

Delta’s eyes narrowed. “Goddess is a term that should not be used lightly, Midnight Sparkle. Take it from me that the real ones tend to object when it is applied inappropriately.”

“And take it from me that absolute power corrupts absolutely,” Sunset added, repeating the words she’d used on Midnight at the start of their magical duel months earlier.

“If you say so,” Midnight shrugged, and then looked around, her eyes settling on the Friendship Castle in the distance. “So she is there. My corrupted counterpart. I will allow no threats to my future rule, least of all coming from a lesser version of me! So if you wish her defeated before she takes over all Equestria, simply release me from this amulet’s hold, Delta Requiem. Do so, and I will deal with her right now.”

“What do you mean, ‘deal with’?” Delta challenged.

Midnight looked insulted at what the question implied. “Oh, please, Delta Requiem. I have no desire to hurt or kill. Sunset Shimmer will tell you I beat such mad mages as Gloriosa and Chrysalis without harming them. I didn’t even damage my former classmates for all their insults and bullying, though I might have punished them all in a suitable manner.” She smiled at the memory, while Sunset’s own memories of the occasion were enough to make her blush.

“I have no interest in doing away with those who would be my lovers and servants. And if you’re worried about my intentions towards this world’s Twilight, fear not—if nothing else, I would keep her around for sheer amusement. I’m certain dominating my pony self would be endlessly entertaining as I sit upon my new throne. And admittedly, there is a certain thrill to the idea of being with another me.”

Delta’s eyes narrowed at the idle boast. “So in other words, if set free, you’ll try to take over Equestria in Eclipse’s place?”

“Of course I will. For that is my fate and my destiny. All knowledge and all magic will belong to me, and then I will remake both worlds as I see fit.” Midnight closed her slitted eyes and smiled anew. “I might even keep this rather fascinating curse, as I believe with a little more analysis followed by some additional application of pony magic crossed with human science, I could turn it more fully to my designs. In truth, I find it much too indiscriminate and unwieldy for my tastes right now. But that will change soon enough.”

“Then you didn’t have anything to do with making it?” Delta had to make sure, given the sheer amount of suppressed power she was picking up from the other mare and the ability she had already demonstrated to rip open the walls between realms.

Midnight smirked. “As much as I might like to claim credit… no. I cannot reach across the world boundaries to do such a thing without my full power, and even if I had made it, be assured it would be far more elegant and targeted in its effects. I would also have released it on my side of the portal first.”

“She’s not lying,” Sunset knew. “As much as she wants to control things, a wild and untameable curse like this isn’t how she’d do it.”

“You know me well, Sunset Shimmer,” Midnight gave her a nod that was almost respectful. “And I hope you will again.” Her slitted eyes went hooded at the memory, causing Sunset to blush.

“So you admit your designs, but you still order me to set you free?” Delta raised an eyeridge. “And why, in the face of your own claims and evident power, would I do such a thing?”

Midnight’s grin grew broader as she turned her attention back to the robed mare. “Because in the end, you need me, Lady Delta Requiem. Even the Friendship Map itself knows this, as it summoned not Twilight Sparkle, but me,” she stated with surety, causing Sunset Shimmer to blink.

They share the same cutie mark, so could she be right? Could the map’s intention have been to bring MIDNIGHT here to fix things instead of Twilight? she fretted. No, that doesn’t make sense. It summons ponies—or now humans—to solve friendship problems… but what possible friendship problem could be solved by Midnight? She somehow sensed she was looking at things from the wrong angle but didn’t have time to consider the question further before Delta spoke up again.

“Do we? I fail to see that we need you, Midnight Sparkle, given we already have plans to take down Eclipse and cure the curse without you.”

“Ah yes. Your feeble ‘plans’.” Midnight rolled her eyes. “I know them since I have been listening to you three this entire time, and believe me when I say they will not work—for if my counterpart has any of my ability to anticipate, she will be ready for you. The only way your plans would succeed is if she is so lost to her new state that she cannot think ahead, and I sincerely doubt that is the case as she was already able to trap and defeat Starlight Glimmer,” she reminded them both.

“Even now, she eagerly awaits your arrival, plotting and scheming to turn your trap back on you. She makes no effort to find you only because she knows you must come to her and challenge her directly, in her own lair. And don’t think for one second that just because she remains unaware of my weaker half’s presence that you gain any advantage.” She smiled unpleasantly. “Twilight Sparkle lacks the will and focus to do what is necessary, so she will falter and fail at the most inopportune time.”

“You underestimate her—as always,” Sunset took offense on Twilight’s behalf. “She’s come through for us many times.”

“Do I? I think not. For you now face an enemy like no other, Sunset Shimmer, and believe me when I say that Twilight Sparkle fears her other selves above all.” Midnight turned to her. “But I suffer from no such handicap. In the end, there is but one being between the two worlds who can defeat this ‘Eclipse’—a being who not only has the superior power, but who can anticipate and counter her inevitable contingencies—me.

“I know how she thinks, and I have had far more experience with my ascended state than her. Experience that would prove decisive even if our powers were equal. So I alone can defeat this self-proclaimed Queen,” she said with certainty, and then raised her glowing bespectacled gaze to Delta Requiem.

“In the end, Lady Requiem, when your plans inevitably fail, you’ll have no choice but to release me to try and stop her. Which I will do simply because it suits my designs.”

“So you stop Eclipse, and then what?” Sunset challenged as she felt a chill—or was it a thrill?—go through her as she considered Midnight’s words and found they all rang true. “You rule in her place?”

“Exactly,” Midnight replied with a sly smile. “Why should I lie about that? And before you ask, I fully expect you’ll try and stop me. But you can’t. Not even your curious spellsinging abilities could restrain me for long, Delta Requiem, once my full power is unleashed. Not after I free myself of this accursed restriction.”

She looked down at the pendant in annoyance before turning her gaze back upwards and grinning. “And as for you, Sunset Shimmer, without access to your own goddess form, you’ll fall before me as well. But don’t worry—I may grant you that power just so we can have a rematch. And just like last time, to the victor will go the spoils.”

She licked her lips lasciviously, causing Sunset’s heart to skip a beat and give an involuntary squirm as her previously suppressed stallionhood started sprouting from the base of her marehood, a sheath bulging out between her teats.

Her reaction was not lost on Midnight. “And don’t tell me you don’t like the idea, Sunset Shimmer...” Twilight Sparkle’s darker half took a step towards the other mare with what Sunset thought might be the intention to kiss her. And for a single, tantalizing moment, Sunset was ready to give into her, suddenly remembering the all-too-brief time they had spent together at the end of the Friendship Games before having to wipe memories and put everything back to rights.

“I am a benevolent goddess, and I remember well that you both helped me and loved me. So believe me when I say I have every intention of repaying your earlier kindness…” Midnight went on, continuing her slow approach. But before they could meet, Delta intervened.

“To stop the curse’s spread with the use of song power, I give these two mares a VERY cold shower!” No sooner had she sung the words when both mares were suddenly dragged backwards as a cloud materialized overhead and doused them with icy rain, killing their mating urges instantly.

“Oh, for… thanks a lot, Delta,” Sunset groused as she hurriedly slapped a waterproof shield over Twilight’s exposed electronics, maintaining it as she shook the frigid water free of her coat, her male attributes quickly receding back into her body. “Was that really necessary?”

“The human word for that is ‘cockblocker’, Delta Requiem!” Even Midnight looked annoyed as her soaked bangs hung down over her eyes, forcing her to magically shift them aside. “And it is not appreciated!”

“Sorry, ladies, but we’re not doing this right now, and certainly not in a curse-charged atmosphere, lest its ambient magic claims you both!” Delta informed the pair sternly, reminding Sunset strongly of being scolded by her as a foal. “So in summary, Midnight Sparkle… you suffer from megalomania, delusions of godhood, and a false belief in your own infallibility coupled with a despotic desire to control everypony and everything?” Delta Requiem recited. “I must admit, that’s quite an array of psychoses. I believe I’m starting to understand why Twilight Sparkle fears you.”

Midnight only laughed as she used her weakened magic to dry herself. “Call it what you will, Delta Requiem, but she only fears me because I do what she dares not! Because I am everything she secretly wishes to be but won’t allow herself to become!” she boasted. “And as for delusions, I am a goddess, for I wield the power of one! Or I will, once freed of this accursed pendant…” She looked down at it in disgust.

“Even if true, that alone is not enough, Midnight Sparkle, as to be a god demands great experience and wisdom. To say nothing of an ability to accept omnipotence and the endless flow of information it brings—a flow that would overwhelm any mortal being and quickly drive them mad! You are not such a being, and for it, I believe we have heard enough.

“In the name of my song and this soft melody, dismiss Midnight Sparkle and restore Twilight to me!”

For the second time in several minutes, Twilight cried out and fell hard to the ground. Her magical spectacles dissipated and her eyes reverted to that of Twilight as Sunset went quickly to her side, trying to comfort and help her up.

Delta exhaled sharply as Twilight began to cry, clutching onto Sunset’s neck and sobbing into her mane.

“Th-that’s Midnight. A-as you can see, she’s terrifying! Whenever she’s free, I know everything she says and does but can’t stop her! So do you b-believe me now when I say she can’t be set loose, Lady Requiem? Are y-you h-happy now?” Twilight choked out before breaking down completely in Sunset’s embrace.

“Not the word I would choose,” Delta admitted as she rubbed her temples with her wingtips. “I am satisfied that I now know what she is, yes, and that she will need to be dealt with sooner rather than later. I promise I will help you do so when I can. That will require a great deal of time and effort, however—time we simply cannot spare right now. So for the moment, it would be best to keep her out of this fight. To that end, I will add my own ward to your pendant, and when all this is over…?”

She sighed and exhaled. “Defeating Eclipse and helping cured ponies overcome their mental trauma will be hard enough. But I can already see my work will be cut out for me in trying to reconcile the two halves of your being together…”

Peregrine Pacil had thought repeatedly that he could not possibly feel any better; feel any more loved or pleasured than he already did. But to his continual amazement and ecstasy, events kept proving him wrong.

His greatest—and previously unknown!—fantasy fulfilled as he was bound body and soul to the most powerful and desirable male in all the world, he knew not how he could feel any better until he sensed several new presences beside him as the Dragon Lord’s mistresses joined his efforts.

“Our turn!” Cyber Belle’s slightly-synthetic voice called as she self-levitated herself over to Peregrine Pacil’s side as he lay on his back atop the larger Spike. He continued to both tuck him and happily feel him up from head to hoof, the tiercel’s entire body trembling with overwhelming pleasure and barely restrained release.

For as much as they’d enjoyed groping and stroking his now-twin lionhoods, the drake’s large paws suddenly stayed away from them as his three consorts moved close to inspect them, with Cyber Belle sitting to the tiercel’s immediate left and Timberbloom in a mirror position on the right while Fireflight hovered over his head. “And to borrow a human saying, we’re gonna ‘rock your world’, Peregrine Pacil...”

“Wow… just look at them!” Timberbloom sniffed at Peregrine’s paired organs with her more sensitive nose, inhaling their enhanced odor deeply, finding them simultaneously male, eagle, and lion all at once. Her green-glowing eyes drank in their exotic form and shape, from their tapered avian tips to the vase-like bulge that made up the lower half of them, their veins pulsing and throbbing in time with Spike’s continuing thrusts.

“Reckon Ah ain’t never seen a griffon up close like this before! I like!” She reached out her tongue to gather a drop of his increasingly copious seed as it fell from his rightmost organ’s tip. It hit and she was surprised to find it had a very pleasant taste, like the warm mulling spices Granny Smith—now Annie Smith, she quickly corrected herself again—sometimes used to make cider.

“Me neither. But the form of his organs are both elegant and functional. The narrowed head allows for greater ease of entry to even immature orifices, while the bulb near the base acts almost like your knot in the latter stages of mating, as a dam to hold back the flood, ensuring a higher chance of insemination,” Cyber Belle recited as if out of a book while Peregrine could only stare down at the pair somewhat cross-eyed.

He was barely able to focus yet keenly aware of all that was happening to him, from the enormous drakehoods so sensually stimulating him to the Dragon Lord’s hot breath on the back of his head, though the large drake paused his efforts long enough to observe his mistresses.

“Yeah, great, huh?” Spike asked with a rumble as his long reptilian tongue darted out to kiss his tiercel lover’s cheek and beak repeatedly, breathing fresh and very stimulating smoke into his nostrils. “He’s more than ready and there’s enough of him for all of us! So climb aboard, girls!” he invited, if somewhat breathlessly.

“Don’t mind if I do!” Fireflight spoke up from her hover, where she’d been enjoying the view. She then positioned her nether regions right over his beak and nose. “Don’t worry; we’ll tuck your brains out with our stallionhoods later, but for now? Spike’s the stallion, so we wanna pleasure you as mares!”

“M-mares…?” Peregrine just managed to echo as he suddenly looked up to realize he was staring the femininity of the pegasus mare with Phoenix wings in the face, and it was being slowly lowered on top of him. His nose was suddenly saturated with her scent, a mixture of campfire smoke spiked with sweetleaf that reminded him again of the flavored vapors he’d inhaled from hookahs during courier trips to Saddle Arabia. His beak began to water and his tongue started licking it as he realized what she wanted from him.

What they all wanted from him as her two friends likewise moved to partially straddle him, positioning their marehoods over his two lionhoods with both magic and feathery grasping vines.

The overloaded synapses of his mind threatened to short-circuit yet again—and how did he even know that human phrase?—at the realization that they wanted him to take them as a tiercel even as he was made an eagless by the Dragon Lord himself! “But… I…” he weakly protested as his maw watered harder and his oversized organs twitched hard in the mixed magical and floral grasps of their soon-to-be partners.

“Ssshh…” Spike gently shushed him with a fresh puff of smoke into his nose and a single caress of his flight muscles, causing his breath to catch again. “Listen, Perry—these three were my first, and now I’m sharing them with you! We wanted to do something together, and as it turns out, that something is you. So be honored!” Spike said almost formally, then smiled jovially. “I mean, that is a big deal with griffons, right? Honor?”

“Y-yes…” he said as the three positioned his beak and twin phalluses at their entrances, their own organs hanging out over of his chest and belly, their tips nearly touching as they drooled variously hot, green-glowing and electrically infused seed in the vicinity of where his fur gave way to feathers, midway up his torso. “I am honored…”

“There you go! After all, I was in your position with these three more times than I could count! Well, except for being tucked under the tail, of course…” He chuckled with a lustful rumble, giving him another hard hip buck to drive the point—and that of his deeply buried drakehoods—further home, thinking that Peregrine Pacil felt just as good to be inside as Carrot Cake, making a mental note to give the latter both shafts at once later to get a proper comparison between the two. “It’s how I did all three of them at once! And how you’re going to do them, too!”

I am not worthy… I am not worthy… Peregrine thought again as Cyber Belle and Timberbloom’s slick and inviting marehoods engulfed the heads of his organs and Fireflight lowered herself fully onto his mouth; the opening easily wide enough to accommodate his entire beak. He had a spectacular view of the backside of her apples and her insides, which glowed softly with her Phoenix flame, enabling him to pick out every single ridge and curve inside her.

At least until he inserted his beak entire, letting it slightly rough surface grind deliciously against her sensual surfaces.

“Whoa!” Fireflight gasped as he made first contact and promptly filled her with it, his tongue darting out to collect the sweet nectar from deeper in her, causing her muscles to automatically clamp down. “Holy… I didn’t expect that!” she further exclaimed as she began to hump his beak from her hover, urging more from him as the tip of her organ twitched, spurting out small eruptions of seed that collected on his feathered chest. “Keep it up, Perry!”

“Ah!” Timberbloom likewise shouted as his initially narrow organ sank quickly into her, only to start widening halfway in, slowly stretching her sensitive opening with a delicious eruption of tingles that went straight up her spine. “That’s… different…” she admitted as her muzzle gaped open for a moment to show her pony teeth overlaid with canine fangs; her long tongue lolling out her mouth.

She propped herself in position with a series of branches sprouted from the wooden parts of the lounge that held her up and allowed her to slowly lower herself further, finding his increasingly impressive length already probing at the entry to her womb while his girth progressively spread her lips further, each exquisite expansion of them weakening her will to prolong the session further.

“Y’all know what? Ah think Ah like griffies! Wish we’d known about them earlier, and we’d’ve invited you to our private parties!” she said wistfully, to which Peregrine had a brief but tantalizing image of taking the three while they were still fillies, causing his hips to buck hard.

But wait… they WERE fillies! He suddenly remembered seeing them from earlier trips to Ponyville, recalling they were only in their early teens. And they would have… WANTED me? He nearly came on the spot as Cyber Belle’s digital readouts flashed a bevy of warning messages again, and she gritted her teeth hard, trying to hold off his orgasm for just a little longer.

“Whoa. He really likes that idea…” she realized through gritted teeth, briefly entertaining the notion of using her nanites to transform herself back into a filly again in order to tempt him, only to realize that as keyed up and as close to the edge as he remained, she couldn’t do so without him all but exploding.

“Huh? Ya mean he wants to do us as fillies?” Timberbloom asked, struggling to maintain her focus and control of her own floral constructs as the tiercel’s rightmost organ continued to sink deeper into her, slowly prying her exquisitely engorged lips even further apart.

“That’s what I mean. We’ll have to find a way to indulge him later!” Cyber Belle confirmed with a sharp gasp of her own as she sank down on him in turn, her multitasking CPUs overclocked and increasingly strained, trying to process her own sensations while at the same time enhancing his yet keeping him from climaxing. “Be careful, gang—I can’t hold him or the transformation back much longer!” she warned. “Don’t come too quick or do too much, or you’ll trigger him!”

“Don’t worry—I don’t want to come! I want this to last forever!” Fireflight said as her wing feathers flared brighter and his beak probed deeper; his tongue now long enough to reach and loosen her inner opening as she felt it start to give way. “By the sun, he feels… so…”

“He’s a treasure!” Spike confirmed while he continued to claim the tiercel’s tail, pistoning his twin organs within him to ever-higher heights of rapture as his slightly ridged organs ground against more and more of the former courier’s inner walls, stimulating him—and Spike himself!—further.

“And he’s ours!” Timberbloom said in pure bliss as she took him to the hilt beside Cyber Belle, who had to shut down her speaking subroutines to conserve computing power, resorting to increasingly desperate means to maintain control over him—and her own overloaded systems!

His mind and body taken to heights of sheer sensual ecstasy he’d never dreamed existed, Peregrine Pacil felt not just his physical being but very consciousness start to transform. Taken four different ways with every fantasy he’d never known he had indulged all at once, his surface thoughts and desires rapidly gave way to far more primal ones as more and more magic was pumped into him. And in it, as lost as he was in sheer sensation and pure erotic euphoria, he found perfect clarity.

He finally knew what he wanted. He finally knew exactly what he was!

To be a toy for dragon pleasure!

To be desired and dominated by them!

To help his new Lord make more dragons!

Dragons that would then turn him into their plaything as well!

Reacting not so much to a stated command as a simple expression of his deepest desires, the corruptive magic within him found new focus and intent through his single, most powerful passion. Obeying his wishes, the magic made the nanites injected into him an extension of his own being. The flow of Cyber Belle’s programming reversed, surging back into her, breaking right through her protective firewalls to rewire her internal systems.

“Alert! Internal defenses breach—” she trailed off as a mixture of malware and further transformative magic, improbably injected through her marehood into the deepest part of her being, took hold of her. Stunned but unable to stop the all-consuming corruptive feedback, her internal programming was overridden and then overwritten, causing her body to begin reconfiguring itself.

Her snout lengthened, her fangs grew, and her metallic fur fused into scales as her single stallionhood split into two, each acquiring ridges and a more tapered form. Mechanical dragon wings then sprouted from her back as Peregrine’s leftmost organ began to pump a combination of Spike’s dragon essence as well as his own desires into them, reshaping the two mares from within.

“Wha—?” Timberbloom began before the same effect grabbed hold of her, aided by Cyber Belle’s nanites that had flooded through her. Her bark turned into a series of scales through which dragonfire glowed without burning her wooden form, and she instinctively regrew her body to acquire dual drakehoods herself, her previously canine organs keeping their knots and medial ridges but also acquiring dragon length and attributes.

“What’s happ—?” Fireflight barely got out before Peregrine’s tongue suddenly glowed with blue circuitry, transforming into a third phallus and pushed right through her inner barrier to fill not just her external tunnel but her very womb, delivering massive amounts of magic and seed into her.

Unable to stop what was happening, the three former fillies transformed simultaneously into dragon variants of their altered forms, gaining not just their physical attributes but an overwhelming desire to take and tuck griffons!

To desire and dominate them above all else!

They wanted to collect them, to copulate with them, and add them to their harems!

The urges alien but overwhelming, they quickly acceded to them, using their new talons to feel him up and fondle him just as Spike was doing, who saw what was happening but was neither able nor willing to stop it, too lost in his own act. His twin organs still embedded as deep within his griffon lover just as those of Peregrine were in his trio of original fillyfriends, converting and fertilizing them anew, he could hold himself back no longer.

He took a massive breath and then released a great gout of flame over Peregrine’s head along with a great dragon roar as his hips bucked repeatedly.

It might have singed Peregrine but for the enormous amount of dragon magic already in the young tiercel, turning him fireproof as Spike’s twin drakehoods released a great flood of steaming seed within him. The tiercel felt the heat keenly and deliciously as he sensed his own internal furnace ignite. It was fed by not one, but two sources of magical fire as his own long-awaited climax and transformation finally came, shattering the remaining internal barriers that Cyber Belle had erected within him to prevent it.

His wing and headfeathers burst into phoenix flame at the moment of his orgasm while a great gout of blue fire erupted from his beak. His eyes glowed green like a Timberwolf’s as a series of circuitry spread along his intimate areas, reshaping them further to completely fill the females they were embedded in, binding them to him until he had delivered all the curse-soaked seed and magic he could.

All three of his new lionhoods then erupted at once, releasing his Lord’s drake-infused seed deep within the three former fillies. The molded magic within them drove their transformations into dragon form to completion, the three emitting shrieks of pleasure along with their own great gout of multicolored flames as their altered organs likewise exploded. They spurted in every direction around them with smoking, sticky streamers that glowed green or orange or electric blue, some even showering the crowd, who roared their approval.

His long-delayed orgasm finally consuming him, Peregrine took on the attributes of all his new lovers at once even as they became the dragons he so desperately desired them to be, his feathers and very breath afire while the bench beneath him and Spike bloomed with fireflowers that released their own version of dragon-stimulating aphrodisiacs, which instantly drew the other members of Spike’s harem forward.

Unaware of their approach, he clutched at the four with his fiery but still-feathered wings and talons as he rode them through his orgasm, which lasted over a minute and left him unaware of anything else except the massive flow of magic through him—unaware of anything except the four he had just mated with.

He reveled. He floated. He knew nothing would ever be the same for him.

And if he died right then and there, he knew he would die happy.

* * * * *

“Perry…?” he dimly heard a voice call an uncertain amount of time later. “Perry, are you there?” He finally recognized the voice as that of the Dragon Lord himself.

His eyes fluttered slowly, and he realized that something had changed. He could see a slew of converted beings looking down at him in great wonder, love and concern, including Spike and his three mistresses, who were back to normal.

“My Lord…?” he called out, still feeling residual tingles all over his body. His limbs and wings felt heavy after being aroused and tensed for so long that he could barely move them.

“I’m here. Just rest,” Spike told him, cradling his form and giving him a lick on the forehead. “You’ve been out for half an hour. You did great, Perry.”

“Gave us a scare, though…” Fireflight said with a hoof behind her head. “And a new dragon form.” She stared down at herself in wonder, seeing she was unaltered except for her new dual, side-by-side sheaths.

“I did…?” he blinked. “I’m sorry…”

“We didn’t say we didn’t like it!” Cyber Belle quickly assured him. “It’s not permanent. We don’t seem to take it or stay in it… unless we think about dragons or griffons,” Cyber Belle explained with a restored mechanical hoof behind her head. “Then my new programming kicks in and I transform. Then all I want is to do you! Tuck you and every single griffone I meet senseless!”

“Ditto,” Timberbloom said. “I can also see heat, breathe fire, and everything!”

“Ya can? Good!” Annie Smith said. “Then reckon when we get home, the first thing yer gonna do is burn off the brush at the edge of the Everfree!”

“Aw! But Granny—er, Ah mean, uh Annie—”

“Just call me Auntie, young’un. Reckon it’ll be easier on both o’ us!”

“Just as I wished…” Peregrine murmured, trying to pull himself up, then blinked. He could sense he was larger and all his attributes were both redoubled in size and enhanced, but—“Wait—what am I now?” he asked them, sensing he was different but not certain how.

Cyber Belle reached out with her magic and pulled up a mirror. He stared at himself and beheld…“I look exactly the same?” he realized in disbelief.

“But you’re not,” a new voice broke in as Queen Eclipse approached him. “You are the product of a great and very sensual experiment, Peregrine Pacil. You were infused with multiple mating magics all at once, and as a result…” she zapped him once with some kind of release spell, causing his eyes to turn draconic, his wingfeathers to ignite and his eyes to glow green as he watched; even some displays suddenly flashed across his vision as intricate circuitry appeared, centered around his twin organs, giving him absolute control over them—size, shape, and function. “Your conversion has gifted you the powers of every creature here! And you are thus a very valuable ally and asset now.”

“Thank you, My Queen,” he bowed low before her, restoring his original form, noting that even in it, he seemed very sleek and sensual and the members of Spike’s harem were all but drooling over him. “But my first loyalty must be to my Lord and his ladies.”

“I would wish it no other way,” the Queen favored him with a tendril under his chin. “I look forward to determining the full extent of your new powers and sampling them myself, but that pleasure must wait for now. After all, we have a guest now.”

“A guest?” he blinked as displays flashed across his eyes.

“Indeed,” Eclipse announced as she flared her horn to open the doors to the map room, to admit a yellow unicorn with a fiery mane. “Welcome, Sunset Shimmer. I’ve been expecting you,” Eclipse announced with no small amount of glee. “I knew you would come.”

“Well, I could hardly stay away! Thanks for admitting me, Twilight. Have to say, it’s been a while since I’ve visited you here.” A completely relaxed and unconcerned Sunset Shimmer looked around, ignoring the hungry gazes of all the exotic creatures upon her before settling her eyes back on Eclipse.

“I see you’ve been doing a little redecorating and changed your fashion sense, Twilight. It’s all intriguing and I’m glad to see you finally letting your mane down a bit, but I’m afraid I’m going to have to bring down the curtain on this little party of yours…”

Author's Note

Well, having started my first vacation of the year--even if I can't really go anywhere during my week off--the first thing I did was complete this chapter. I certainly enjoyed writing it! For the milestone 30th chapter, it's both an epic clop scene and a callback to earlier chapters that contained equal parts storybuilding and sheer sex appeal. Or at least, I hope it is!

Sunset appears here at the end, but we're actually going to step backwards for the next couple chapters to catch up on the three scenes I need to finish before moving on to the penultimate confrontation in this story, this one between Sunset and Eclipse. Yes, penultimate. If you don't know what that word means, look it up and then you can probably guess what--and who--comes after Sunset.

There's also enough information in the overall story if not this chapter to guess who The Nightmare's intended new host is. Did she succeed in reaching them before our lovely and lethal Pinkamena killed her? You'll have to wait to find out.

Work on this story will continue going forward, though I'll probably take a few days before starting the next one. Thanks go to AJ_Aficionado for reading this promptly even if parts of it weren't his thing. But the thing about this story is, for as many different scenes and themes that are in it and as ambitious as it tries to be, there will inevitably be some things that a given reader won't t like. My hope is that it also means there's plenty that a given reader will.

Hope you liked, and thanks for following this for a full thirty chapters!