Trixie decided to take her caravan back on tour. Not only was she the first human in Equestria, but the first nudist as well, not that the average pony understood the connotations. She took quite a thrill from what would be considered taboo in that other world, and decided to add a mild striptease routine to her shows, hiding herself behind nothing more than a hat, cape, gloves that reached just under her shoulders, and heeled boots that came to her thighs to accentuate this lovely new form. She took every chance she could to flaunt herself openly. Why waste such beauty? Mares looked on in envy, and more stallions came than ever in more ways than one, a lucky one invited to her dressing room each night.

To mate with a pony was even more taboo in this shape, but they were sentient and sapient, with a fully fleshed out culture and intelligence, and so she didn't see any big deal here. She lost count of how many horse cocks she'd taken over the months on the road. Her dressing room quaked as they mounted her, until her entire face twisted in sheer bliss. She started to cover her walls in tally marks, a reminder she was more popular and beloved than ever before.

And when her belly had fully swollen she returned to Nurse Redheart, who helped her deliver the first human child here. The baby made her think of the father. She held her to her bosom and sang a lullaby as she suckled at her breasts. She wasn't sure what to name her and hoped she wouldn't be discriminated against. She'd have to show Shining Armor sometime.

Eventually she was able to track down Equestria's equivalents of Lavender Lace and Fuschia Blush who were miraculously alive after the world's fall, and while they were weary of her at first, over time she won them over, and her new friends became her assistants.

Her heart would still ached for Twilight Sparkle on occasion and what might have been. She had helped put her on the right path so long ago. Even her relationship with Starlight had been a subconscious attempt to get closer to her. But they weren't too compatible beyond the physical, and besides, mini-Twilight had moved on to Sunburst. At least Lavender and Fuschia proved up for an extensive fling, intrigued by her exotic physique!

*****

Tree Hugger traveled to Canterlot's sculpture garden, where a collection of smashed statues remained, among them the broken form of Discord, who'd returned here and petrified himself when the enemy had cornered him, and neutralized most of his power with the Necronomicon. He'd decided death was better than letting his abilities and knowledge fall into the hooves of their nemesis. Now the quiet area was overgrown with excess foliage.

She took Fluttershy's animals with her, and patted Mr. Bear with a warm smile, as she started to spread seeds into the soil for her farm. She'd make this place her new home. What she'd suffered in the breeding camps and the loss of Fluttershy still haunted her, but she didn't need the drugs anymore. Like Equestria she would rebuild herself one small portion at a time.

Of course some things could never be reversed. Nopony had discovered a way to free the Princesses from the sun and moon respectively; unicorns would likely have to help raise and lower them forever. Similarly the Tree of Harmony had withered and died. They would have to depend on their own power whenever possible to reshape the planet.

She stretched a little, settled into the lotus position, and hummed as she meditated. Birds and butterflies landed on and around her. She peacefully basked in the gentle sunlight.

*****

Flash Sentry made excuses and returned to the hospital whenever possible. In truth his body needed the rest, but a grin crossed his snout whenever his caretaker passed, the way her buttocks swayed when she walked, how her tail would swish to one side and provide him with a lovely view of her pink little butthole and snatch. He reached out his one good wing, wrapped it around a plush buttock, and repeatedly squeezed the oh-so-soft flesh.

“I would've taken a beating more often if I knew I'd end up with such a cute nurse,” he admitted as he kneaded her cheeks. “Hot and kind. The perfect combo!”

She spun with a death glare. “That's sexual harassment Flash,” teased Nurse Redheart who raised a pill in her hoof. “Looks like it's time for your suppository, dear! Prepare your anus.”

He tried to hide under the covers. “I don't like this game anymore!” But she simply flipped him over with a strength that belied her appearance, propped his ass into the air, and placed the pill between her teeth, which she shoved into his rectum with her tongue. He whinnied as she licked the inside of his sphincter which she'd personally helped clean with an enema.

Normally she'd never do such unprofessional things with a patient, but times had changed, and the number of stallions were more limited than ever. She had to seek romance wherever she could find it. And while he wasn't exactly her type he'd do nicely.

She took pride in caring for those under her. They had teased and flirted with each other long enough. That night when they had some privacy, she made love to him, told him that love could heal all wounds. And by the time their session finished he believed it too. Of course he'd have to accept she would bear Shining's foal, but he hardly seemed to mind.

*****

Fancy Pants continued to help organize the rebuilding of civilization, the alliances between surviving races, and made certain his ponies were satisfied. Of course that wasn't easy when his wife remained an insatiable nymphomaniac that demanded all his attention. It proved harder to live the stallion's dream than he ever could have imagined. She'd take a random mare or two to bed with them each night, and while the sex was amazing, he slept little.

When news arrived that Sunburst had concocted an experimental potion that could heal the most terrible wounds Fleur was elated. She volunteered to help test the substance, and after weeks of repeated application, she'd been able to walk again.Of course it would take quit some time before she fully recovered, but she peppered the shy wizard in kisses anyhow.

She even offered him and Starlight a romp with the married couple but he politely turned her down. She pouted in naked disappointment but embraced him in her warm hooves. She turned to her husband who was busy with paperwork at his desk. “Come to bed already!”

He drained his cup of wine and smiled. “As you wish.” Equestria could wait a little while. It would never be the same, but he was convinced it would recover. Time to put his own happiness first for once. He followed Fleur home where they made tirelessly love.

*****

Starlight Glimmer sat by candlelight in her cozy room and flipped through the tattered pages of the copy Necronomicon. She'd used up a number of its spells during the last battle, which left portions blank, but so many secrets still remained to be unlocked. Suddenly a hoof snatched it from her. She furrowed her brow. “Hey! There's a lot I still want to learn from that!”

“No. It started from a forbidden tome made by Sombra. Only evil can come from it.” Sunburst used the candle's flame to light one corner, and raised a hoof to stop her, as they watched it slowly blacken and burn with a crackle. “It's a shame the real Necronomicon can't be destroyed even in its weakened state. At best we can keep it locked in the vault.”

She frowned as it smoke and slowly turned to ash. “So...what now?”

He paced the room and stopped to adjust his spectacles. “I plan to undertake a journey in order to find myself. I...still don't know who I am or what my purpose is.” He drew his cape around him. “You can come of course, if you like. But I'd understand if you wouldn't.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I want to come!” She wrapped her hooves around him from behind. “Wherever you are, I'll follow. I love you no matter who you are!”

It was true. She'd never lost faith in him even for a second. She'd almost doomed the world in attempt to reclaim him. She thanked Sunset Shimmer for her lenience. What a shame she couldn't be here now, but at least she could look after Equestria in her stead.

She'd been tempted to take one last peak at the Necromicon housed in the vault, but remembered how close it had came to taking hold over her, to the point where she could've been its potential new host. She had a nightmare where she actually succeeded in utilizing its power to perfect her time-travel spell, and a pair of possible results, one where Equestria was corrupted from the start due to her intervention, and another where she was trapped in an infinite time loop, forced to watch helplessly as her actions played out without her.

She shuddered. How close she'd come to making the worst mistake imaginable! Fortunately she had another chance to set herself straight. Twilight would have wanted her or Sunset to be her successor, and with the latter dead that task ultimately fell to her.

She took his hoof and they headed into a caravan Fancy Pants offered to them. For the heroes of Equestria he provided whatever they wanted were it within his power. They had food, water, and riches to last them quite sometime. She laid her head on Sunburst's shoulder, cracked open Wet Nurse's diary, and started to read. They set off to parts unknown.

*****

Rarity wore a black dress and hat with a veil when she visited a mass graveyard for all the known losses in the war effort. Stones were carved to mark each resting place. She paid visits to ones for Twilight Sparkle, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, and Sunset Shimmer, among a number of other companions such as Coco Pommel and Sassy Saddles, but inevitably she came to a statue that dwarfed all others at the center.

Spike's reputation had been redeemed. He was now considered the savior of Equestria. It was made known how their nemesis had warped him and so many others to serve as her pawns. Ponies came from all over to place flowers about the polished marble.

A chain around her neck that held the heart stone was twirled around her hoof, and she pressed it over her heart in remembrance of the short-lived relationship. She nuzzled the monument which stood handsome and proud like she remembered him.

She placed her own luxurious bouquet before it that she'd picked herself, curled up at the feet of a statue which could be a double of the dragon she loved, wept subdued tears, and drifted into a peaceful sleep under the afternoon sun. Gentle winds caressed her shape. Perhaps one day she would be able to move on, and find another love, after she finished mourning.

Pinkamena wandered over and settled on her rump beside her, a hoof wrapped around the unicorn as she stroked her purple mane. She was one of her oldest and closest friends, and even after her mind was fractured, she understood her pain better than anypony. While the Elements of Harmony were no more, they were the last two former bearers.

She constantly lacked direction or purpose in life now that her family was no more. Even the chance to punish evil had lost its thrill. But she liked to make ponies happy in her own unusual way, even now. Perhaps she could be a shoulder for Rarity to cry on?

She beamed and curled up with her once she too started to nod off. The world could be a dark place sometimes, but she could face it with a little help from her loved ones.

*****

Shining Armor's crusade was far from finished; in truth the real work had hardly begun. While their nemesis was slain her followers still survived across Equestria, as did slavers and other miscreants who would take advantage of the situation. He debated whether to take this Flurry Heart lookalike with him, but she proved more than capable of looking after herself, her magic far advanced beyond her years, and so he tucked her away in a crib nestled into his caravan.

He looked all over for anypony that would aid his cause. Of course his personally trained soldiers were quite loyal and leapt at the chance. “Special agent Sweetie Drops is with you,” said Bon Bon with a salute. In truth she'd hoped to eventually settle down into a normal existence, but she couldn't simply sit on her ass when ponies still needed her.

“Guess I'm with you too,” said Lyra who always did whatever she could to help out. She preferred to avoid combat but had reluctantly accepted its necessity at times.

The pair held hooves and shared a rare passionate kiss in public. Now that events had settled down they could explore their relationship openly. Not that Bon Bon was remotely ashamed of their quiet affair, but she'd simply tried to avoid any distractions until now.

“Count me in,” said Vinyl Scratch. “Let's take this show on the road!” She raised a hoof skyward, as did her show mares, who numbered over a couple dozen now. “Octavia?”

After a moment's hesitation Octavia said, “Sure. Why not? Perhaps I should...expand my horizons.” She'd come to like the club scene more than she'd care to admit. Especially its kinkier aspects, which really allowed the normally classy mare to safely let her mane down.

Vinyl swatted her on the butt and made her blush furiously. “Awesome! I knew you couldn't stay away from me! She totally loves it when I rut her, you know!”

“Vinyl Scratch!” Octavia seethed and flushed even redder. It wasn't her style to advertise her sex life, but the DJ seemed happy to share every last explicit detail.

“You love it, you dirty little minx!” She dashed off once Octavia started to chase her, snickered as they made circles around the caravan, until they broke into shared fits of laughter. She initiated a rare kiss with the DJ who returned her affections.

The couple and the show mares filed into the expansive caravan with Bon Bon, Lyra, Flurry Heart, and his soldiers, ready to hit the road once their leader finished all his preparations. He was a bit disappointed that Flash and Fleur decided to stay behind but understood.

“We have our own mission of mercy to undertake,” admitted Time Turner who twirled her sonic device. “We'll follow you on part of the trip, but we'll part ways eventually.”

Derpy hovered beside her with a flutter. “There's still so much I want to see and learn, Miss Turner!” She buzzed about happily in a carefree manner. While her innocence had been stained it still protected her from the often harsh reality of the world.

“There's a world of wonders out there. Let me show you,” said Time Turner. They would take inspiration for new inventions, and spread the completed ones she felt the public were ready for, whatever it took so Equestria would be back into a state of normalcy soon.

“You ponies are pretty cool after all,” admitted Gilda who puffed up her feathered breast. “Sure, I'll come! I'll take my own pack with us, and kick the asses of whoever is dumb enough to oppose us! What a shame Rainbow Dash won't be able to ride, too!”

She took to the serene blue skies where numerous pegasi helped clear up the weather. A number of them chose to fly in formation with her, alongside drakes, griffins, and changelings, who would help direct the caravan's travels and clear the way to each new destination.

More races believed driven to extinction made their presence known each day. Scores of breeding farms had fallen and towns were rebuilt to help house the freed slaves. No longer did the common pony need constantly toil aware in fear of the mistress.

Mercenaries were either routed, went into hiding, or turned themselves in to seek mercy. While their crimes couldn't be overlooked, Fancy Pants made sure they had a fair trial. He only punished prisoners with death as an absolute last resort; he preferred to imprison those he could in hopes they could be reformed. To him they were still a part of society.

Once he collected his crew Shining Armor had to admit he was satisfied. He took a moment to admire himself in a mirror, dressed in his now polished white armor, shield, and sword. The two loves of his life, Cadance and Sunset Shimmer, would have told him how handsome he is. He took a moment to remember them, decided that the best way to honor them was to carry on the torch. There would always be more work that needed to be done.

They were always the real power behind him. But he didn't mind his status as a symbol. Of course he wished they were offered the same credit he received, but he also knew that meant little to them, since they had made their sacrifices for the sake of everypony.

Celebrations were thrown in his honor. Mares everywhere flushed and swooned at the sight of him, begged him to let them take his potent seed and bear his foals. Some fathers even offered their daughters who had barely come of age to him. He waved back and politely tabled the offers for now. His heavy heart still ached from his most recent loss.

He would pick up more members wherever they traveled. They would be a shining force in the darkness, and his legacy would live on through the mares who bore his foals, repopulating Equestria one pleasant night at a time. He smiled, contented. His crusade would never end until the last shred of evil was either crushed or driven from this beautiful world.

Author's Note

The epilogue. Did I just barely crack 100k for this tale? Again, many thanks to everyone who undertook my most ambitious project ever for this site. Hopefully I managed to bring it to a satisfying conclusion!

Any thoughts on what the best/worst parts of the story were and which characters were handled the best/worst are welcomed. Some character voices were quite hard for me to capture, but it helped that most of them weren't entirely themselves due to traumatic events.

The writing was done NaNoWriMo style; wish I'd built up and foreshadowed stuff better, but that's what happens when you let a tale take you wherever. Also wished I had named the subtitle Legacy of Great Conception instead, but hindsight's 20/20 and I don't want to meddle with the title now as the story stands as-is for better-or-worse. Anyhow, I'll shut up now; take care everypony!