Trigger warnings for: Interspecies thestral mare/griffon eagless sex, sensual combat between futa females, and a series of shameless references to a certain ‘80s swashbuckler movie! —Firesight

Forty minutes earlier…

“So let’s do this, Shadowdash,” The newly renamed Night Owl went into a pouncing crouch like the pale-furred lioness her hindquarters still looked like, holding her hips a bit higher to prevent her impressive male attributes from dragging. “Mating round time! I swear by my ancestors that before we’re done, I’m gonna make you beg to lose!”

Shadowdash’s only reply was a toothy grin of her own, showing off her new sharp thestral fangs. “Back at you, Owlie. Now come and get me!” she grinned as she got into her own crouch and flared her new membrane wings for takeoff, waiting expectantly for Eclipse to give the signal to start, which she readied to do by stepping between them and addressing them both first.

“Very well, my sensual servants. You both know the terms of victory, and the reward for the winner—the first who is forced to climax loses, and the winner becomes my new Captain with their respective teams added as my Elite Guard… who shall immediately be inducted into my service,” she announced with a lick of her lips to an eruption of trash-talking between the two sides, Night Owl backed by her former Post Office colleagues-turned hippogriffs while Shadowdash was urged on by the weather team she had converted.

“I expect this duel to be as honorable as it is arousing, and for both sides to acquit themselves well. And as time may soon run short before our final set of opponents arrive…” She stepped between them and raised her hoof, causing the pair to settle deeper into their respective takeoff crouches; Night Owl’s still-leonine tail twitching like she was on the hunt.

“Combatants—begin!” Eclipse gave an age-old ritual command to start a duel as she fired off a flare from her horn, a phrase which Shadowdash instantly recognized she’d borrowed from days of yore.

To the surprise of those who had never seen a mating round before, the initial action was quite rough as the pair pounced and went immediately after each other with a series of slashes and punches that were not pulled. They circled, darted, dove on and even outright attacked each other like the combat was very much in earnest, to both cheers and some uncertain murmurs around them, though sharp eyes occasionally picked out efforts to grope or outright fondle apples and erect organs alike.

They separated after the first fifteen seconds to reveal neither party had been touched, as each was able to parry the other’s initial strikes. “Impressive, Dashie. So you’re using the Cirrus Stormrunner defense against me, eh?” Night Owl noted as they continued to circle and probe.

“I thought it fitting, considering the airborne battle,” Shadowdash replied easily. “It’s what I teach in the Wonderbolts. So nice to find another eagless who appreciates the Interspecies MMA!”

“Naturally—I used to go watch the fights in Arnau every chance I got. I was really into it and learned every style I could when I was younger. If you’ve seen them too, you must expect me to counter with Crushing Claw,” Night Owl bantered, shifting her stance and strikes to allow for a series of short but strong thrusts with her foretalons, trying to penetrate her opponent’s guard.

“Naturally. But I find that Rolling Thunder cancels out Crushing Claw,” Shadowdash replied calmly, avoiding the focused strikes and penetrating the bat-griffon’s guard with a wide swoop of her wing to land a hard hoof blow on her chin. “Don’t you?”

Night Owl shook it off quickly, her eyes glittering and blood visibly pumping. Her accelerating heart rate was visible in her pair of prominent phalluses, causing her very veins to noticeably pulse. “Unless the enemy has also studied Wing Warrior!” She countered with her own wings to bat Shadowdash’s aside and knock her off balance, leaving her vulnerable to the slashing strike she then delivered from the side, leaving a series of oozing red lines on Shadowdash’s cheek. “Which I have.”

But far from unhappy, a now-sweating Shadowdash smiled even broader. “Not bad, Owlie…” she admitted as she rubbed her jaw lightly and licked at her blood, the slash wounds quickly healing from her enhanced magic, disappearing before the eyes of all. “By tagging me like that, you’re already one up on Gilda, you know.”

“Oh, please. Like that would be difficult!” Night Owl mocked with a dismissive wave of her talons. “I did a round with her once myself, you know. She left me completely unsatisfied—she only fought half-heartedly before just rolling over and offering herself up, and then all she did after was talk about how much better it was with this ‘Dweeb pony’ she once knew.” She rolled her eyes, then smiled. “So you’re already one up on her!”

“Aw, so she does miss me…” Shadowdash turned wistful for a moment. “Yeah, well, she’d never admit it, but she wanted to lose! Gilda loves being dominated and turned into a toy, but only after she’s well and truly beat. So you’re saying she didn’t fight?” she had to ask again.

“Not in the least,” Night Owl confirmed, her twin organs going slightly slack at the memory.

“Huh. That ain’t like her at all,” The former Rainbow looked worried for a moment. “Maybe she’s depressed. I know—when we invade the Kingdom, I’ll go find her and convert her. That should cheer her up! But before then, I guess I need a new eagless to enjoy. And you’re it, Owlie—so prepare to be bottomed!”

Night Owl grinned and lowered her head as her hybrid griffonhoods quickly went rigid again, pointing out slightly to either side of her belly. “In your dreams, ‘Dashie’. As it happens, I enjoy being on top, too. And I don’t ever surrender myself to those who haven’t earned me—no groping and definitely no rutting me without winning a mating round… though I’ll happily do it all to you!” she said with a knowing look over at her Post Office colleagues, where Male Call, formerly called Priority Parcel, blushed hard as he received some teasing nudges and asides from his other coworkers. “So if you want to enjoy this eagless, you’ll have to beat her!”

“Just like Gilda, then. That’ll be my pleasure!” Shadowdash lowered her head and charged her bat-griffon opponent again, the pair trying to outmaneuver each other. They grappled for a moment talon-to-hoof before Shadowdash stole a kiss from the larger female, locking lips with a surprised Night Owl’s beak briefly. She then used some Judyitsu she’d learned in the Wonderbolts to throw her off-balance form towards the floor, causing her griffon lionhoods to bounce hard off the feathered half of her belly and her quartet of teats to wobble hard around them; their hardened tips inscribing circular patterns in the air.

Shadowdash grinned at her surprise, taking the opportunity to swoop in and pin her on her back against the crystalline surface. She then slipped her single stallionhood between Night Owl’s twins, causing her to stiffen. The larger bat-eagless took a shuddering breath as her two tiercelhoods were then pressed into her pony opponent’s single shaft from the side and simultaneously stroked by her wing fingers, causing her to shudder and arch her spine into it.

“Not a bad pose, Owlie—on your back where you belong! You wear it well! So maybe all griffies are secretly subby, just like that one over there.” She nodded over to where the recently arrived tiercel was on his knees before Spike, lovingly worshipping his new Dragon Lord’s twin dual malehoods with his tongue and talons as the now-adolescent drake audibly groaned.

Despite the stimulation and a growing urge to give in, Night Owl bucked her leonine hips hard to throw Shadowdash off and then rolled over top of her, reversing their poses to pin her with her greater weight and strength. The cheers instantly flipped from the thestral side of the room to the hippogriff one as she flared her large wings triumphantly over Shadowdash’s, pinning the latter with the pads of her hind paws, making kneading motions to stimulate them.

“Sorry, Dashie, but I don’t let anycreature, pony or griffon, dominate me, except where Certified Male is involved. He conquered me with his sheer masculinity and mating magic alone!” She gave him a loving look, causing him to stand up straighter and earning him some teasing flattery from the other postal workers; the mares of the group pressing close and nuzzling him as their new herd stallion while Male Call reached down with his neck to worship his manager’s two vertically aligned erections from below.

“Oh yeah? I’ll take that bet!” a flushed but cocky Shadowdash promised from beneath her, though she made no immediate move to throw her off as Night Owl gave her a long lick along the entire arc of her neck and chin. The larger bat-eagless then shifted her weight a bit further up her belly to grind her marehood along the rear half of the mare’s eighteen-inch organ, slickening it with her saffron–scented honey and giving a rapt Shadowdash a spectacular view of her two tiercelhoods and the mammaries bracketing them, their tips drooling on the former Rainbow’s face and chin.

“Then you’ll lose! He alone has the right to have me as a female, and in whatever manner he wishes. I don’t know if this new form lets me bear his cubs, but I happily would!” she announced as she drew her tail up and along the length of Shadowdash’s wide and wet marehood, giving her oversized nub a final flick with her tail tassel for good measure.

Her efforts earned a slow hiss from her thestral opponent followed by a startled gasp, leaving Shadowdash marveling at how fine Night Owl’s focus and control truly was. “He’s really that good?” she asked even as she grappled wing to wing with the other female and found she couldn’t budge her, her fighting blood growing along with her excitement as she found the large eagless a true challenge and fighter, to say nothing of incredibly passionate, powerful and beautiful!

“He really is! But bearing his cubs isn’t to say I don’t want to sire a few, too. By the crows, I don’t even know if I can now impregnate other races with these tiercel toys, but considering what I did to Package Handler’s herdmates and daughters? I guess we’re going to find out!” She put a set of talons on Shadowdash’s head to hold her in place and began positioning the tip of her leftmost eagless organ at her opponent’s muzzle, its magic-soaked musk and mingled male and female scents causing the latter’s head to spin.

“Those are good questions, my exquisite eagless…” Eclipse agreed from the elevated perch from which she presided over the duel, watching it proceed with keen interest but stealing the occasional look over at Spike and Peregrine Pacil. She wondered idly from the latter’s deliciously submissive behavior if male griffons were in fact somehow predisposed to enjoy dragons, or if Spike’s sheer masculinity sufficed to turn even a young tiercel on to him. “But as you say, ones that I’m certain will be answered soon enough.”

Night Owl paused long enough to bow her head to Eclipse. “Thank you, My Queen. It will be my greatest honor to help serve your sensual cause… after I help myself, that is!” She then grasped the upper part of her leftmost organ to guide it into Shadowdash’s slackened jaw while keeping her squirming and excited form pinned beneath her. She further ensured the former Rainbow remained disinclined to move by reaching down with her long leonine tail to circle the base of Shadowdash’s single half-thestral stallionhood, squeezing and stroking it.

The unlikely action made Eclipse realize the converted eagless had not only acquired thestral looks, but the prehensile abilities of their tails! “Amazing…” she murmured to herself, accepting a mixed drink served to her by a stallion siren floating up beside her, an earth pony bartender formerly named Last Call who had a dish towel over one arm and a platter held up in the other.

He had appropriately renamed himself Lust Call; Eclipse taking enough time to kiss him and manually stroke his grasping organ with her hoof. He stayed long enough to savor it, curling its tip around her appendage and singing softly for a few moments before departing her with a bow, going off to take more orders. “Is there nothing this magnificent magic cannot do?”

“You know not the half of it, my liege. But I’ll be happy to demonstrate! So just lay back and relax, Shadowcrash, and enjoy your own submission,” Night Owl said gleefully, then manipulated her tail to tilt Shadowdash’s organ up, pointing its tip at the base of her tail as her own eagless organ parted a shaking Shadowdash’s lips for the first time.

But before either entry could be achieved, Shadowdash’s eyes flashed and a strong wind came up around them, pulled inward and then upward. It caught a surprised Night Owl’s large flared wings like a parachute and forced her into the air as her Nightborne opponent then used the generated gale to flip her over and slam her back down against the floor, holding her there while she gathered up a pair of clouds that had been brought in earlier as beds for new lovers.

The hurricane gale blasted outward from the site to ruffle manes and membrane wings. “What? Hey!” Night Owl protested into the downward-pointed gale, finding herself held fast to the floor beneath her.

“Sorry, Night Fowl, but unless you’re a Wonderbolt, you do not get to call me by that nickname,” Shadowdash informed her, showing her teeth along with her grin as behind her, Thunderlure snickered while Cloud Tucker laughed out loud. “I admit that you’re stronger than me, Owlie—no small feat, by the way—but you’re still a griffie, and that means you can’t control the weather!” she proclaimed, emphasizing her point by anchoring the stunned but sorely aroused larger female’s limbs in place with pieces of cloud attached to the floor. She slipped them over her opponent’s hind paws and foretaloms before hardening them around her bound limbs, causing Night Owl to struggle for a moment and then gape up at Shadowdash as she realized she was completely trapped.

“There we are. Just look at you now, Owlie—so much to molest, and so little time,” she said with a lick of her lips as she cut her wind and then hovered over the larger female, whose twin tiercel organs twitched hard as she saw Dash lazily considering her. “See, this is why I like eaglesses—they’re like a tasty Las Pegasus buffet, chock full of toys to tease and tuck! I mean, just check out all those goodies—two tiercelhoods, four teats, two wings, one beak, one marehood, and one tail! All just begging to be touched or taken! So which do I do first…?” she wondered aloud and slowly stroked herself as a suddenly speechless Owlia began to squirm, hard.

“Guess I’ll go for those nice big ‘boobs’ of yours first—that’s what Queen Eclipse says humans call them, you know. And for the record, I always did like the fact that griffies have four!” Shadowdash made kneading motions at them with her hooves.

“I admit, I’m really tempted to let you do it,” a breathless Night Owl granted, amazed at her own reaction to the threat, starting to wonder if Shadowdash—or worse, Gilda!—had been right all along—that submission could be even more fun than domination! “I’m enjoying this round immensely, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart—you’re awesome, Shadowdash!”

“Why, thank you, Owlie. It’s what I was born to be!” she preened, turning long enough to give a grooming lick of her wing before hovering lower, savoring her sensual buffet of eagless attributes to come. “So why are you not conceding? Or do you want me to get you off first and make it official?” she suggested hopefully, devouring Night Owl’s bound form with her thestral eyes again, cataloging each of her erotic features in turn.

“Because I know something you don’t, Dashie.” An odd gleam appeared in Night Owl’s eyes.

“Oh yeah? And what’s that? That you’re all subby and loving it?” Shadowdash suggested playfully, to a series of whistles, whinnies and howls. “Guess you’re not so different from Gilda after all!” she further mocked, only for Night Owl to hiss like a bat and suddenly break her cloud bonds, dissolving them and throwing a fistful of cumulus into Shadowdash’s eyes. She followed it up with a massive blast of wind from her own freed wings that bowled the smaller pegasus-turned thestral over several times and nearly knocked her into a wall, causing her to blink as she found herself struggling to right herself in midair.

“Wha—? Wind? But you can’t—” Shadowdash barely got out as she frantically rubbed at her eyes only to be tackled hard before she could clear her vision and slammed to the ground, Night Owl pinning her in place with her larger weight and her wings flared in triumph and excitement over her.

“Can’t what?” the bat-eagless asked as she nipped with her beak along the edge of Shadowdash’s ears, pinning her with her considerable weight while grinding her buckball-sized mammaries into Shadowdash’s only slightly smaller ones, teasing them—and her own—to sharp attention and leaving both fully cognizant of the contact. “Can’t manipulate weather? I figured out I could do that even before we got here. Don’t believe me? Here’s another example!”

She lifted off of Shadowdash and drew up her bat-wings just enough to call up a chill wind from behind them to pass between their slightly separated bellies, the bitterly icy air causing their teats and applesacks to crinkle hard and become exquisitely sensitive, the former standing out even more stiffly from their combined six belly breasts.

“H-holy…” A shocked Shadowdash barely managed before Night Owl settled back on top of her; the hot flesh of the griffon phalluses contrasting sharply with the cooled and supremely sensitive surfaces of her mammaries.

“Oh, you like that, Dashie? Don’t worry, there’s plenty more to come! And as for my weather control, it now makes perfect sense, you know—from what you said, I got converted by a pegasus just by flying through the rain? Well, since I acquired some pegasus traits, that means I’m now able to control the weather just… like… you,” she said with each fresh nip of her beak on a shaking Shadowdash’s ears as her wing claws locked with her thestral opponent’s to hold her down, preventing them from flapping enough to call up more wind.

“Game, set and match, marefriend! So I’ll accept your submission at any time…” She offered easily, only to grin evilly, her glowing eyes narrowing as she licked her muzzle again. “But on second thought, why bother? To the victor goes the spoils…” she announced, shifting herself to enter the now-trapped and sorely aroused Shadowdash, who felt her ownexcitement grow from sudden worry that she might actually lose!

“Whelp, it’s been fun, but time to get tucked, Shadowdash. And by the time I’m through with you, I’ll make you scream my name!”

A passive and helpless observer to the sexual insanity around her, Starlight Glimmer wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out before she gave up and surrendered fully, offering herself up to be remade.

Despite her bound form and restrained aura, the latter unable to cast due to a hex on her horn and most of her magic drained from the duel with a corrupted and converted Twilight, her body and mind were doing its best to betray her as she continued to soak up all the ambient mating magic and pheromones in the air. Worse, she found herself involuntarily flagging her tail and winking at passing ponies regardless of type, who snickered at the sight and occasionally teased her. But they made no move to take her as they knew she belonged to their self-proclaimed Queen.

Q-Queen… Starlight repeated the word to herself. She wondered if the Twilight she knew and admired was gone forever, anticipating and dreading when she finally carried out the promised corruption of Starlight herself.

As the interminable wait dragged on and sexual activity around her ramped up, Starlight found herself admiring the various conversions she saw, from Timberwolf ponies to the android ones—how had that happened, even alchemically?—and worse, thinking about what she might actually like to become when her time finally came.

A dragon pony would be nice. That would mean I can breathe fire and could hang out with a total stud like Spike who not only looks good, but treats everypony like GOLD! she reasoned, watching him conquer and corrupt a newly arrived griffon tiercel with his masculinity alone, his mere presence turning the other male gay for him on the spot!

Wha—? She blinked hard at that, having never seen him sexually before—given their longer lifetimes and slower maturation rates, he’d been pre-pubescent even for being in his middle teens, and he’d never shown any interest in her before either, enamored with Rarity as he was. But now?

Now she shivered as she closed her eyes and imagined him giving her the same treatment as the griffon tiercel. She fantasized fiercely about following in his wingbeats to willingly surrender herself body and soul to her new Dragon Lord, serving as both his mare and mage.

Abruptly her eyes snapped open again. NO! Don’t give in, Starlight! Help is coming! she tried to reassure herself, wishing she could tap her magic just enough to at least put herself to sleep. But Eclipse’s spellcasting ensured she could neither talk nor cast, forced to stay awake and silently watch all the activity around her. It would have been frightening; even terrifying to her if it wasn’t so incredibly arousing, not knowing when or how she would finally be taken.

Or by whom.

At that moment, a Cyberpony passed by along with two dragon ponies; Starlight dimly recognized the former as Cherilee and the latter as Cup and Carrot Cake from Sugar Cube Corner, chatting amicably about everything from the weather to Spike—from what they said, Spike had seduced them?—and then how best to have sex together.

At least with the cyberponies, her interest in becoming one made perfect sense. She’d been amazed at human technology from her earlier visits to the human world, which she found a very exotic magic in and of itself. And near as she could tell, the Cyberponies were masters of it, able to think and respond at rates far exceeding anything a pure pony could.

Their techno-enhanced bodies were also incredibly malleable and versatile, as Cherilee proved as she sprouted a pair of metallic wings from her back to take flight along with her two old friends, who then proceeded to have sex with her in midair. They sandwiched her between them as several sirens circled them and sang, adding their own power to fuel their passions further.

She watched, enrapt, as the Cakes simply pressed their twin organs together to make a single large one and then plunged them into Cherilee, Carrot Cake from behind and Cup Cake from in front; a series of techno-tendrils further connecting them to Cherilee to share their sensations and ensure they climaxed together, which they did with an eruption of electric-blue sparks and dragon flame alike.

Realizing where her thoughts were going yet again, she tried to purge them, promising herself for the hundredth time since she’d awoken to her inescapable predicament that rescue was on the way. But her desires simply cast themselves on another target instead, as two more altered ponies passed her and she saw their glowing green eyes and half-wooden forms; large and erect canine organs drooling a steady stream of glowing green seed on the floor beneath them that left a series of small sprouts and moss in their wake, their forest magic enabling them to take root directly on the stone floor.

But a Timberpony would mean that I could not only control all flora and travel through the forest instantly, but I’d be under Annie Smith! Hay, she’d probably even be the one to convert me? Or maybe… She suddenly had very vivid visions of her near miss with the older-but-no-longer-elderly mare in Twilight’s study.

She instantly recalled her summoned vines encircling and trapping her limbs before pulling them apart; the very wood of the table beneath her forming itself into a canine phallus to claim her. The Apple Family Matriarch clearly knew herself and her power well, and Starlight found herself attracted to both that and her dominant streak.

M-maybe she wouldn’t do it herself, though… i-if she considers me beneath her, m-maybe she’d just have her betas do it instead? She then imagined herself at the center of an entire pack of them, with not just her muzzle but her marehood and tail tied and pried deliciously open, forced to accept and even be impregnated by their verdant seed while her ears and teats were nibbled on, submitting her fully as she was inducted to the pack and made presentable for her new Alpha—the Intelligent and Alluring Annie Smith herself!

If she hadn’t already been magically bound and held fast to the table as a centerpiece exhibit, she would have fallen to her knees from the sheer force of the fantasy and might even have climaxed right then and there.

But she just barely held on, knowing well by then that to climax meant conversion, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and biting her lip hard to prevent it. The available evidence suggested that it couldn’t actually happen until she was rutted by an already-converted pony, but nor could she take the chance.

Then there was Twilight herself—no, Eclipse, she corrected herself with both a sinking heart and soaring excitement, conceding that the Twilight she knew and admired was gone. S-she wants me as a student again, s-so why not let her? She knows all sorts of sensual spells and those tentacles she can summon… A trickle of hot honey left her over-aroused marehood which flowed downward over her tail dock, nearly causing her to climax on the spot when a blast of cold air hit from the battle between Night Owl and Shadowdash off to her side.

Once again, she held it off, but only barely, part of her fearing it was only to save herself for Eclipse. If SHE converted me, I’d not only become a bat-pony, but maybe I’d gain some of her magic! Thestralcorns are said to be exceptionally strong and skilled mages, right? Then I’d be even MORE powerful, and maybe then I could take her! Or maybe just… her eyes glazed as she imagined herself defeated again by Twilight’s vast power, turned into not just her student but an ‘acolyte’ of both the arcane and erotic arts. A student who would, far from fighting her, be conditioned to carry out her will only too eagerly, expanding the boundaries of her new Empire ever further.

Though inwardly appalled, her mind still took the fantasy and ran with it. F-First thing I’ll do when the Queen allows me is head north to find Sunburst. I’ll take him and MAKE him love me! With his new Thestralcorn power combined with mine, we’ll become the mightiest mages in the world! And then between us, we’ll conquer the entire Crystal KINGDOM before coming back to conquer Eclipse HERSELF!

A slightly evil and maniacal smile broke her features briefly before she blinked and slumped. She had to stifle equal urges to both clop and cry, as she felt every selfish or evil impulse she’d ever had trying to reactivate all at once along with her erotic urges.

With her strength and sanity now hanging by a thread, she couldn’t help but whimper and offer up a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess herself—an entity she never believed in—for salvation from her coming sexual enslavement, or failing that, simply for her torment to end.

Her sole consolation and only remaining reason to resist was the knowledge her capture had not been in vain—that her efforts had enabled Trixie to escape across the portal and deliver her warning to the human side, which, she had been relieved to overhear, had already resulted in Sunset Shimmer crossing over and quickly relocating the portal out of Eclipse’s reach.

But far from considering it a setback, Eclipse had used it to gain advantage over The Nightmare and also saw it as an opportunity to capture and convert her pony-turned-human friend. Starlight couldn’t help but reflect ruefully again how badly she’d misread and underestimated Twilight all this time, not just for the duel she’d lost but for all the careful planning and contingencies her former teacher had come up with. She’d watched in amazement as Eclipse fought the all-powerful Nightmare to a standstill in a magical battle and then induced Rarity to expel her without any force or magic at all, freeing her without hurting her and, even more incredibly, preserved the Nightmare’s power within her.

A power the corrupted Rarity had then not hesitated to turn on Starlight herself, revealing her deepest fantasies to Eclipse so she could tailor her coming conversion to them.

But worst of all for Starlight as she awaited her near-certain fate was the knowledge that she had only herself to blame for what had happened. Again. Only this time, instead of accidentally turning her friends into mindless servants subservient to her will—and how fortunate she hadn’t been her old self still running Equal Town, for what she might have made them do!—she’d accidentally turned them into unstoppable sex-crazed nightmare versions of themselves with the powers and personalities to match.

She still didn’t know how it could have happened. It made no sense. Yet, no matter how many times she reviewed it in her mind, she kept coming back to the same impossible and nonsensical conclusion—it was the anxiety suppression spell she’d cast on Fluttershy that had somehow caused everything, setting off a sexually transmitted plague of corruptive magic that now threatened to consume not just Equestria but all points beyond.

Even if I somehow get through this—even if Sunset somehow saves us and stops all this—how do I go forward from here? How do I EVER live this down? She had no answer for the qustion, offering up a silent prayer for deliverance again.

Her mind reeling and the temptation to surrender still growing, she wondered how much longer she could hold out before Eclipse finally decided she was ‘ripened’ enough or she simply could no longer stand it, climaxing and then transforming from all the sexual energy in the air alone.

“Whelp, it’s been fun, but time to get tucked, Shadowdash. And by the time I’m through with you, I’ll make you scream my name!” Night Owl proclaimed as she stood over Shadowdash’s prone form.

“Having some trouble there, Dashie?” A smirking Cloud Tucker called from the sidelines, just a short distance away. “If she’s too strong and sexy for you, you can always let me take over if you like!” She offered Shadowdash the edge of her wing to slap.

Both combatants hissed at her sharply. “Don’t you dare!” Shadowdash shouted over her shoulder.

“This is not a tag team match in the Equestrian Wrestling Federation, Cloud Kicker!” Night Owl added angrily. “You don’t ever interrupt a griffon mating round unless you want to join it!”

“It’s Cloud Tucker now.And I know—I’ve had a few myself,” An unrepentant Cloud Tucker closed her eyes and grinned at the memories. “Trust me, I know all about submitting tough-girl griffies like you, Night Owl.” She bared her pointed teeth with her grin while a series of oooos erupted around her. “I actually agree with Dashie there on this much—the proper place for an eagless is on her back, begging for it.”

“Oh, really?” The former Owlia’s glowing feline eyes glittered as she fixed them on the smirking mare. “Then as soon as I’m done with Shadowdash here, I’m taking you next!”

But Cloud Tucker’s grin only got broader. “Why wait? I’ll take that tawny tail of yours right now if you like?” She stepped forward to a mixture of laughter and lustful growls.

“Word of warning, C-T—if you enter the ring out of turn, then you’re gonna face me.” called out Courier Six, a former unicorn mail courier of the Moojave Express who now worked at the Ponyville Post Office. She spoke up in low tones over her hippogriff beak, lowering her head while tipping the front of her Stetson hat up to give the other mare a cocky but steely look, one enhanced by her new predatory features. “And if memory serves, you didn’t come out on top last time we tussled!”

“Aw, so you do think about me!” Cloud Tucker replied with a cocky grin. “Only because I let you! And anytime, Courier Sex!”

“So, Owlie… winner also gets to put C-T’s flank in its place?” a smiling Shadowdash suggested to Night Owl from beneath her.

The bat-winged eagless smiled back, her annoyance quickly turning to renewed lust and affection. “Love to. But pleasure before business! Now where were we? Ah, yes…” She licked her beak hungrily as she devoured Shadowdash’s prone form again. “I believe I was about to win this round by rutting you senseless and making you scream my name? So let’s get started.” She kept Shadowdash pinned with her weight and wing-generated wind while she squeezed her twin tiercel organs into the sides of Shadowdash’s single stallionhood, rubbing them together while also grinding their seed suppliers and belly breasts together from above her equine captive, to the immense enjoyment of both.

The stimulation caused Shadowdash’s hips to involuntarily buck and the duo to close their eyes briefly and rumble low. They took a few moments to savor the sensations, each marveling anew at even having them; the two females suddenly gaining much greater insight on why males of both species were so insatiable and driven to fill any available orifice around them. “I admit it—I’m tempted! You’re amazing too, Night Owl. I haven’t met anybeing, pony or griffie or otherwise, who can take me in a fair fight.”

Night Owl smiled and nodded, giving Shadowdash’s shaft an additional and surprisingly affectionate squeeze. “Why, thank you. After twenty years of combat training inside the Griffon Military and out, I should be!” She flared the crest of her headfeathers in pride as she spoke. “And I mean this as well—I really like you, Shadowdash! I can’t remember the last time I’ve enjoyed a round with another eagless so much as this one, let alone involving a mare! But as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end.”

She grinned at her own turn of phrase while she shifted again to push the tip of her rightmost organ more firmly against a squirming Shadowdash’s marehood, causing the latter’s breath to catch as she began to pry it open with its narrow tip and push inside. “Stop struggling, fillyfriend—you can’t get away and my wind means you can’t throw me off. So just lay back and enjoy your defeat!” she growled low as she inserted the tip of her organ an inch into the other mare’s.

“As fun as that might be, get used to disappointment!” Shadowdash snagged a scrap of cloud from the wind on the end of her wing and then triggered a spark from it that struck Night Owl directly on the flank. The sudden and very sharp shock caused her to jerk away and yelp, forcing her to lift her left hind leg off the ground and stopping the flapping of her wings for a moment.

Her organ slipped out of Shadowdash as the former pegasus freed her left wing and sent a blast of wind into her opponent from the side with a single powerful beat, using the converging gales to quickly twist them into a miniature tornado.

Yanked into the air and disoriented from being spun around several times, Night Owl was still trying to get her bearings before Shadowdash slammed into her upper back from behind, instantly putting her into a headlock, pinning her left foreleg uselessly over her head and her right to her side.

“Hey! That’s not—” Night Owl’s voice trailed off as Shadowdash began massaging her flight muscles, causing them to go stiff as the wind called up by the former pegasus weather team captain kept her wings filled with air, holding them both aloft even without flapping and preventing her from throwing the smaller female off.

“Fair? Sorry, Owlie, but size and strength aren’t everything, especially when your opponent has all the leverage and control of your wings! I fought in the Interspecies MMA regional circuits, so I know exactly where all your weak points are!

“And sorry again—even if you have pegasus weather powers now, you lack experience in them. You don’t know how to use them properly, let alone sensually,” she all but purred in the other female’s hidden ear, reaching around to grope and tweak a single teat. The unexpected action elicited a sudden gasp and twitch of Night Owl’s half-feline phalluses, keeping her from focusing enough to form a new strategy or aware of much else except her increasingly submissive and sexually stimulated state. “But I do, so let me show you how it’s done!”

While keeping her headlock on the larger female, she made a series of wide sweeping motions with her thestral wings to gather moisture and compress them into clouds behind her, then brought them forward to gather them around her hooves and rub them together, generating some static within them.

“You know, Gilda used to love it when I did this!” Shadowdash ran the electrically charged clouds over Night Owl’s flight muscles. The light current within them elicited a ragged breath followed by a startled but pleasured griffon squawk; the stimulation causing her large wings to flare even wider and her back to arch automatically into them. “Of course, she’d never admit it—she’d always say something like ‘don’t think I’m liking this, you dweeb!’ usually about a minute before she came. So what do you think, Owlie?” she asked a gaping and gasping Night Owl, who found herself unable to break free, and worse, increasingly unwilling to do so.

“I’m n-not…. Gilda…” she claimed again as she made one final effort to throw Shadowdash off her back, only for a sudden increase in voltage—and the accompanying pleasure—to freeze her again.

“Could’ve fooled me!” Shadowdash snickered, reaching around to massage her feathered chest in the same fashion. Night Owl’s eyes bulged and her griffon beak dropped open further as a massive erotic tingling erupted all over her torso. Her enhanced nerve endings gorged themselves on the electrical energy, shortly leaving not just her wings but her limbs and spine so stiff as to be nearly immobile. Her hind legs and claws also splayed hard as the nerve endings within them went off in turn like Minotaurian firecrackers, leaving her able to do little else but accept the intense and increasingly irresistible stimulation.

“There we go—just like Gilda; you’re now putty in my hooves. See what you can do with just a little ‘juice’?” Shadowdash gave a low and lustful rumble, and then began moving her cloud-gloved hoof downward with tantalizing slowness, towards her opponent’s twitching teats and tiercelhoods.

Night Owl stiffened at the sight alone, her hindquarters going rigid in anticipation of the touch. “N-no… I can’t…”

“Oh, tough girl, huh? You’re one up on Gilda again! Then how about this?” Shadowdash began to knead the larger eagless’ mammaries with her hooves and the soft, cool clouds, eliciting a series of half-swallowed hisses of pleasure as she hit all four in turn.

“Oh, you like that? Not surprising—Gilda loved this, too! Of course, she had a lot less breast to work with than you do. Yours are just so big and grope-able, Owlie! What mare or male could ever keep their hooves off them?” she wondered allowed with a glance downward, where most mares and males were indeed fixed on the foursome. Unicorns quickly created facsimiles of them in their auras as toys for all to share, while the cyberponies present catalogued their dimensions; as a disbelieving Night Owl watched, one even took her form and offered not just her mammaries but her entire altered body up for the enjoyment of all.

To her disbelief and additional fuel for her desires, it was promptly availed of as within seconds her doppelganger was being touched, spread, taken and even tentacled by nearly a dozen converted ponies while lying on her back. The sight caused the overheating eagless to vividly imagine herself in the cyberpony’s place, receiving the treatment directly!

I-is that what Gilda liked about being submitted? she suddenly wondered, but she had little time to consider it before Shadowdash upped the ante again, this time by stimulating her male organs directly, engulfing them in her vapor gloves. She slickened their surfaces with moisture from the cloud and then added a cool breeze on top of the mild current to play over their sorely stretched skin, rendering them even more vulnerable to the chill wind.

Her hips bucked once despite her stiffened muscles, sending a sharp spurt of clear fluid forth; she was only barely able to restrain the urge to climax right then and there as Shadowdash’s expert touch both paralyzed and pleasured her, reducing her to the Gilda-like toy she’d previously promised.

Despite that, Night Owl hung on, struggling to remain defiant. “Dashie… I’m warning you…” she said in an unsteady voice as she tried desperately to choke back the climax—and worse, the desire to surrender completely—rising within her. “Wh-when I get free, I s-swear I’ll—Ah!” she was silenced as Shadowdash applied her cloud-enhanced touch to her apples, causing them to immediately contract and partially retract into her body. The unexpected stimulation left them ready to eject their contents into the air right then and there, both announcing and illustrating her defeat for all to see.

“Sorry, Owlie, but the only thing I want to hear from you is the sound of you screaming my name,” Shadowdash all but purred, whispering the words silkenly as she next began grinding the girth of her single stallionhood along the length of Night Owl’s enhanced feline femininity, stiffening her back further and causing her to paw weakly at the air around her, unable to wriggle herself free against her arched back and electrically stiffened wings.

“N-No…” She sensed her climax building and couldn’t stop it, turned on by all reason and measure not just by her opponent’s weather and combat skill, but by being bested in the most intense mating round she could ever remember. “C-can’t… lose…”

“Game, Set and Match, Night Owl! Too bad there’s no bell to save you in this bout! Time for the KO, my eagless tuck-toy! And don’t be disappointed. Face it, birdie—your nest just fell to the best!” She pulled back enough to position the tapered tip of her hybrid thestral organ at her swollen entrance, whose secretions were being blown upward by Shadowdash’s continuing gale to coat the rest of her nether regions.

“N-no…” Night Owl half-hissed, half-pled, struggling to keep her feminine lips closed against both the delicious wind and Shadowdash’s promised entry even as her body tried to betray her, wanting nothing more than to admit the probing pony phallus to her depths after how soundly—and sensually!—she’d been beaten. “N-not th-there! Only… w-want… C-M…h-have me there! D-don’t make me betray him, Dashie! Please!” she barely managed around the waves of electric-driven erotic pleasure wracking her, each fresh jolt further weakening her will to resist.

Behind her, Shadowdash blinked, her hooves stilling and her male organ halting its advance, still poised at her opponent’s eagless opening. She knew she could claim it with but a single thrust, and that in the deliriously aroused state her predatory opponent was in, Night Owl would not only yield to it but climax instantly to it, giving her the win. And yet… “Oh. Well, in that case…” Shadowdash pulled her hips back further to shift her slickened shaft even lower, positioning its tip at the other opening beneath her tail!

Completely focused on the expected fall of her femininity, Night Owl scarcely had time to realize Shadowdash’s new intention before it was realized.

“Plan B—such a pretty plot. Be a shame not to wear it like a glove!” she proclaimed as she drove her half-thestral stallionhood past the initial ring of resistance into Night Owl, eliciting a startled sound that was half-squawk, half-squeal as her hind legs stretched out with claws splayed, each limb alternately stretching and curling in turn as she began to writhe, her relief at being listened to combining with her desire to be dominated by the mare who had bested her trying to work the intruder in deeper.

In the end, with Night Owl’s body and fighting spirit succumbing quickly, Shadowdash parted her sphincter with ease to steadily pry her open and push deeper within her. She never let up with her electrical stimulation or wind the entire time, keeping them both suspended and Night Owl herself in total thrall to her superior skill and weather power. Her control of her wind was so fine she was even able to twist them around in midair to face their Queen, who looked both intrigued and aroused as she saw Night Owl presented to her, leaning forward fractionally on her makeshift throne as she slowly stroked herself to the sight.

Her gaze was instantly spotted by Night Owl, who realized then that her defeat was not only nigh, but being witnessed by many, including the leader she sought to serve!

She shivered. She licked her muzzle. She spread her legs wider to give her audience a better view. She willed Shadowdash deeper into her until their apples, as ponies called them, were slapping audibly together, and her subjugation was nearly complete. She… she beat me… she realized in some still-sane part of her brain. She beat me… and everybeing’s SEEING me! Seeing me taken... Seeing me LIKING it... Seeing… my tail… TUCKED!

With that final, heady thought, she came explosively, almost as hard as when Certified Male had first converted her. She threw back her head and cried out in passion and pleasure, her twin organs erupting in the air, spurting halfway across the room to shower parts of their audience, who positioned themselves to collect it.

Her spasming body clamped down hard on Shadowdash as well, who waited until she was well into her climax before allowing herself to do so, filling the larger female with potent half-pegasus, half-thestral seed. Losing control of her wind as she emptied herself with a raucous thestral cry of her own, she simply held on to Night Owl as her still-stiffened wings allowed them to glide to the ground, where they both collapsed in a heap.

A minute later, Shadowdash withdrew from her, then rose to face Eclipse and bowed.

“Well done, my Captain,” Eclipse walked down from her throne to stand before them both. She magically helped a still-dazed Night Owl to her talons; her friends taking the cue to rush to her side and help her up. “But know that you have both proven yourselves and pleased me greatly this night. By the terms of the duel, you remain the commander of my new Elite Guard, my superbly sexual Shadowdash, and I will reward you and your team… with me!

“But know, Night Owl of the Griffon Express, that you have also greatly impressed me this night. You fought superbly and were only undone by my Captain’s superior weather experience—and the fact she was already familiar with how to both submit and pleasure eaglesses. You, too, have earned your place at my side, and I will thus grant your request to give you a key role in the coming conversion of the Griffon Kingdom.”

“Th-thank you…” The bat-eagless bowed low, if somewhat shakily. “You honor me. And Dash? B-before you go...” Night Owl called after her as her friends and coworkers helped steady her, her body and voice still shaky after her intense orgasm. “I d-don’t understand… why didn’t you rut me? You won the round, and thus earned entry to my very nest! But you took my tail instead?” she asked in both relief and regret.

Shadowdash turned back to her and favored her with a smile. “You’re right. I did. And even though I won, I promise your ‘nest’ is safe, Night Owl. I won’t touch it.”

“But why not? You were about to and I couldn’t have stopped you. And by beating me in a mating round, you earned the right!”

Shadowdash studied her, and then smiled. “You said that you only wanted Certified Male to take you there, right? So I listened. I respect that you’re loyal to him. And call me old-fashioned, but I’m really big on loyalty,” she told the eagless with a respectful nod to him. “Now and forever, she’s all yours, C-M. But I may wanna see later what she likes about you so much myself!”

Certified Male stood up straighter. “You showed her honor… and me. So even though I’m not much into mares… that’ll be my pleasure,” he promised her with a bow of his own. “Come by the Post Office later, and we’ll discuss it.”

“Will do! And listen, Owlie—that round was the most fun fight I’ve had in ages. I really like you, so once you learn better how to control your wind and weather? I’ll be happy to give you another go!”

“Deal, Shadowdash.” She smiled warmly and curled her talons into a fist to bump them with the other female’s hoof. “Now go with the Queen. You earned it!”

Author's Note

Well, if there's anything I've been using this story for, it's been to try out new themes and scenes. Now that includes a griffon mating round! The question there is, how do you make a fight sexy? Well, hopefully this answered it!

There is more to come as I will be working on this story through at least Halloween. In the meantime, you are invited and encouraged to check out the latest from longtime prereader and partner in crime AJ_Aficionado:

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It's a heavy fetish fic based on the little-used and often-neglected Twipie ship, and you'll very likely find a lot in here of interest! I preread it and I'll vouch for it—I could only go through so much of it at a time before having stop because of... reasons. His thestral headcanon is explored once again, and there will be elements I'll be yet borrowing for here, and in Firefly!