//-------------------------------------------------------// Helping an old friend Reform -by Prince Polaris- //-------------------------------------------------------// //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue //-------------------------------------------------------// Prologue Silver bullet hissed with pain as the bullet tore through her leg, and she could feel her magic ebbing as she healed the wound. She was so, so, tired. "We've got you surrounded!" Barked a voice, and she shivered with anger at the audacity that the Manehattan police would be trying to arrest her. Back in her day... ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ Silver bullet laughed, smirking a wide, toothy smile at the stallion at the other end of the room. Polaris. Such a humble beginning, and yet this stallion was constantly a thorn in her side, and sometimes in bed. Sometimes. The two ponies were in a warehouse, to finish up a firefight that had gotten so bad that the police had ran away, and only the worst battles actually managed to summon both of the dark magic users to the scene. Polaris was wearing his usual trench coat, two golden thompsons floating at either side. They held 100 bullets, Silver had learned that one the hard way. She knew that he had fired most of the rounds, and he didn't usually bother to keep backups. Silver herself, she preferred fighting with her magic, instead of using her magic to fight, but Polaris preferred using his magic to defend against hers, and using guns for the offense. Whether it was a twisted sort of romance, an honor code, or the deep knowledge that killing the other would bring the delicious fighting to an end, neither Polaris or Silver had actually managed to win a fight with the other pony. It was a twisted sense of right and wrong at play, almost. Silver was queen of a drug trade in the city, and Polaris was fighting to topple her position so that he could destroy her empire, replacing it with his own alcohol trade. He liked to think he had the moral high ground, but he knew he wasn't much different than she was. "So, how many rouinds do you have left, huh?" Silver asked, stepping closer as magical, razor-sharp blades sprouted from a hoof. Polaris frowned, saying, "Enough to make sure you leave here either on your own or in a bag". She laughed, and she came close to him, though he didn't actually shoot at her. Yet. "Tonight, seventh street?" She said, and the frown oon his face didn't budge. He grunted, which acted as a "Fine". She laughed, and she took off towards the exit, saying, "You can have the place, everything's full of bullets anyway~!" Dual trails of gunfire followed her out, and a bullet or two did hit her leg, yes, but Silver was hopped up on enough dark magic at the time that the pain only made her game more fun to play, and the wounds were easily healed. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ Oh, she missed those days. It had gotten so boring as time went on. Instead of grand firefights underground, the gang activity in the city turned into sloppy shootouts in alleyways, and grand bank heists became less and less profitable. Hell, the last one had nearly gotten her caught. The internet didn't help. Silver had lived her life in an air of mystery for decades, but the all-seeing eye of the city was starting to gain focus. One by one, her old speakeasies had been taken over, her grand network that had stood ever since she ran Polaris out of town beginning to collapse. Hell, she couldn't even prevent them from taking Polaris' old hideout from her. And now, they were in her private domain. Underneath one of Manehattan's oldest towers laid Silver Bullet's home, where she had run everything from drug sales to trying to snoop on the police to see if she could figure out what they knew about her. But she was out of her element. The drug trade had gone from a way to make money to a way to destroy communities and try to make money, and while Silver was an evil, evil mare in some ways, she didn't want to hurt kids, families, she didn't want to poison her own city, her home. The last few straws had come one after another, each one heavier than the last. A chunk of her gang split away, forming their own organization. In the past, she had gone to war with Polaris for the same thing, and yet she had no power to stop them. One of the ponies closest to her turned out to be a snitch, and they escaped before she could manage to rip out their throat for ruining her. And now, they were in her home. She had prepared, of course, but it still stung to know that after so many years, she would have to turn tail and run. Run, just like Polaris. Still, he was a formidable stallion... ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ She still remembered the original incident. Polaris had been a worker at the trainyards, and one of her dumbass thugs had shot the stallion he was living with. Turned out that being made homeless and losing his friend was the last straw for Polaris, and he ended up being the stallion to murder most of her family, on the very day that her grandmother died and left her a set of books. Books on dark magic. Silver found it amusing that the one pony to survive Polaris' breakdown was her awful mother, but it had been so satisfying to feel the life drain from her body. Dark magic was pretty damn easy to summon, and Silver hadn't cared at all about the point of no return where her own magic was snuffed out to make room for it. It was a part of her, might as well make it official. Anyway, the incident. Silver had never officially come into contact with Polaris until a dark tuesday night, where they both snuck into the same warehouse to steal an old magical artifact. The resulting dark magic fight had been intense. The forces between Silver's rage and Polaris' sorrow were such close matches that neither of them won or lost thee fight, but the warehouse ended the night in pieces and on fire. Silver laughed as she walked up to the stallion. She had just thrown him through one of the warehouse support beams, and he was finally laying on the floor, not moving. She had won! Or so she thought, before she was taken completely by surprise by his magic, which threw her through another one of the heavy wooden beams. Oh, that bastard! He had tricked her! He was laughing as he stood up, and his voice shook with just as much adrenaline as Silver felt when he yelled "I won't go down that easy!" Polaris was actually the first of the two to try seduction as a tactic. It never worked, and Silver didn't know his thoughts on it, but the nights where they dropped their magic aside and spent the night in each other's arms... she loved each and every one. Still, it didn't happen often. Most of their time together was spent behind guns or knives, or commanding squads of their underlings to fight a fight for them. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ "Get back!" Silver snarled, firing off a spray of bullets into the distance as she saw a stallion diving behind a counter. The counter to her bar, which was covered in the broken glass of all the bottles that had been shot during her final battle. From behind her, gunfire erupted, and she cried out in pain as bullets hit her from behind. From that point, Silver's memory began to become spotty. She remembered burying magical swords to the hilt inside of cops, shooting one of them with his own shotgun, throwing a somewhat fat one into a support beam to hopefully bring the dirt and rocks above her home down onto the rest. It didn't work, but it had been worth a shot. The last shot that Silver took would be burned into her memory for a long time. She had been leaping towards a stallion, his expression full of fear (as it ought to be, for a pony who dared to intrude in HER home). But he had a set of reflexes that surprised her, and while she did kill him, fresh blood soaking her magical claws, he had fired his revolver point-blank into her chest. Normally, that would be nothing but an inconvience, but Silver was fighting a losing battle. The power she was absorbing from the violence wasn't enough to make up for the bullets she had been taking, and Silver felt herself shaking as she pulled the bullet out of herself, repairing her flesh. A deep, clawing coldness filled her chest as she began to realize that she wouldn't be able to take any more. She shook with rage and fear, but she knew she was done. Taking the revolver, she fired the last five shots into the cover that the others were hiding behind, as her horn lit up above her head. By the time some of the officers realized she was using the gunfire as a distraction to work magic, it was too late, and only one of them was even looking at her when she disappeared in a wispy flash of dark magic. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ In a few cases, Silver and Polaris worked as a team. One time, ponies from overseas had come into Manehattan, thinking they could just kick her and him out of town like nothing. Oh, how delightfully wrong they had been. Their plan was simple, luring nearly all of the stallions into one of their speakeasies. It took some lying- the immigrants had thought that they were making a business deal, and Polaris and Silver had found out that they planned to take over the hidden base for themselves. They hadn't even needed any grunts for it. Like the shadow mare of the everfree forest, Polaris and Silver waited until the ponies had just began to realize that the place was empty, and then they attacked, diving into the ranks of the ponies with claws and swords flying. Hell, she had even taught Polaris the most effective methods of using dark magic swords. He knew how to use claws, but being so focused on guns, he hadn't even really tried blades. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ Silver groaned. She was laying in an alleyway, behind a dumpster. Her teleportation spell had gotten her close to her target- her 1982 Silver Spirit, which she had bought... well, okay, stolen. She had gotten it heavily modified to protect her from gunfire, and it had stayed her mode of transport ever since. The mare shook as she slowly picked herself up off of the ground, and she walked to the vehicle. Pulling out the key, she unlocked it, climbed inside, then locked the car. In the driver's seat of her car, Silver let out a long sigh, feeling safe once more. What now? ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ She remembered the day Polaris left. The country had been ramping up for war, and Polaris had been growing more bitter and angry the more she saw him. She managed to follow him home for a night, and in his bedroom, she saw the stallion cry for the first time. At the time, she had seen it as weakness, and she had stomped out in anger, but looking back, he was just a broken stallion who had already given up on the inside. She remembered standing atop a skyscraper, watching through binoculars as he threw yet another suitcase into his limousine. At the time, he was the only one with an armored car, though Silver built one for herself not long after he left. He was arguing with two stallions, his second and third in command, she thought. She could barely hear the gunfire as one of them tried to shoot him, and she couldn't help but smile as she watched Polaris riddle the stallion with bullets from one of those golden guns of his. Still, he was done. That was the last pony he would kill in Manehattan. From the way he talked to the other stallion, it seemed he was putting him in charge. She would confirm that later, as she took his life and absorbed everything that once belonged to Polaris. The stallion got into his car, the 1927 Cadillac shifting but only slightly. He was a big pony, but the car had a lot of armor. And then, he started the engine, and he left. Silver watched the car for as long as she could, but eventually she lost sight of it. She didn't chase him, though a small part of her wanted to. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ The Rolls started. Silver took in a deep breath, looking at herself in the mirror. She looked... malnourished. She had gotten dangerously close to killing herself with the use of her magic, all thanks to the amount of blasted bullets those pigs had shot her with. She scowled at her reflection, and she put the car into gear. Just like Polaris had done near the end of 1935, Silver fled Manehattan. She went down the same road he had taken, wondering if he felt the same sour feelings of failure and regret that she did. Silver drove for hours. She didn't know where she was headed, how could she? All of her cards had been stacked in manehattan, and after years of ponies knocking down some of the cards, the police had just driven a tank through the table that held them. Her gas gauge was halfway to F when Silver noticed that she was entering Ponyville. Ha! The same place he had run away to. She cruised around the town, since she was surprised to see that automobiles weren't allowed into the actual town, only the outskirts. She admired it, really! When she got to the other end of the town, she glanced towards the radio tower off to her left, and- Wait. She had fucking- of course she had! The car skidded to a stop as Silver stomped on the brakes, and she stared up at the tower. This was where Polaris lived. She had been watching, of course. He left town, and joined the war. He met a mare there, and they had gotten married. She was jealous, but she kept her distance. She learned that the mare died, and that he was building a company. Then, the nightclub, the technology, the new marefriend, the AI, he continued to improve his life while hers swirled around the drain, waiting to disappear inside of it. Silver remembered his visits to manehattan in the 90s, with that mare of his. She had watched them, but she didn't interfere. She made sure he got a good price for the building he bought, and she made sure it stayed safe. But still, she didn't interfere. She became a ghost to him, watching, but never making herself seen. And now, she was at his home. She had been there before, spying, looking the place over, wondering how he was living. He seemed happy, safe, she was... proud. Silver was a mare who thrived in the blood and suffering of other ponies, and somehow, Polaris had dragged him out of that same pit. Hmmm. Maybe... When had it started raining? Silver frowned up at the dark sky, and she turned on the wipers. Silver shifted the Rolls into gear, and it rolled forwards, towards the turn-off to his home. And after taking a deep breath, she turned left. Author's Note even the worst of pones have good in them, deep down well some of them //-------------------------------------------------------// Can I come in? //-------------------------------------------------------// Can I come in? "Hah, you're adorable" Polaris said, smirking a little bit as he poked the changeling's butt. "T-That doesn't help with the colors though!" Reeve huffed, pouting back at him with a bit of a scrunched snout. The blue and pink reformed changeling was trying on some outfits again, and Polaris was being about as unhelpful as usual. He knew that he looked cute in everything already, damn it. Like he usually did, Polaris chuckled and gave an actual answer, saying, "Anyway, I like the white, but I'm not sure if _this_ shade of blue goes well..." He said, running a hoof along the skirt. "Yeah..." Reeve said, looking in the mirror again. He pulled off the top, and he wiggled his butt towards Polaris, saying, "Well, it seems that it wouldn't matter if this gets dirty...~". That made Polaris grin, and Reeve let out an adorable squeak as the bigger stallion mounted him. Hardening cock pressed against soft ponut, and the changeling shivered as he murmured, "J-Just a moment... all right, I'm good". Changelings didn't actually need food, after all, so a changeling butt was very different than a pony butt. The self lubrication was damn useful, especially because Reeve was about the gayest changeling alive. With the go-ahead, Polaris smoothly thrusted himself inside, and Reeve groaned softly as he felt the thick length filling him, something that he couldn't ever get used to. Not like he wanted to, as that might make it less fun. Polaris wasted little time with foreplay when it came to Reeve, since the two ponies tended to feed off of each other, and Reeve found most foreplay to be frustratingly teasing. Reeve powered Polaris' magic with the lust he gave, and Polaris powered reeve in return with the fountain of love that he gave in return. Interestingly, that was one thing dark magic had in common with changelings- it could feed on lust. It couldn't gain anything from normal emotions, and changelings couldn't gain anything from pain and suffering like dark magic could, but they did share that one thing, and if it wasn't for the gears on his flanks, one might rightfully assume that debauchery was Polaris' talent. Of course, they didn't act as a free energy machine! Polaris had to eat tons of food to keep his magic and his body strong, and he could overeat as much as he wished since his magic kept his body locked into its build. Well, except for when he decides that he wants to switch genders. Or races. Or species. Dark magic was pretty damn resourceful. Right now though, Polaris wasn't using any. One of his front hooves was pressed to the floor in front of Reeve to keep the bug from sliding out from under him, his hind legs were planted on the floor, obviously, and his free hoof was under Reeve's skirt, stroking the changeling's cock as he rammed his own inside of him over and over. It had taken Reeve a long time to stop being shy about his moans, and around Polaris, he rarely held them in, his cute voice filling the room as he vocalized how good the thrusting felt. Unless you were taking a close look, it was hard to tell if Reeve was a mare or not. By default, Reeve sounded male, but he didn't even need his changeling powers to talk in a clearly female voice whenever he wanted to. And his passion for dressing up in all sorts of outfits (most of them meant for mares) didn't really help, though he didn't actually wear clothes on normal days. The main defining detail though, was his stallionhood. For the sake of love collection, Changelings were usually rather gifted, and Reeve was no exception. He was just average when it came to ponies as a whole, but his equipment certainly looked impressively big on his smallish body. Polaris sure liked it, and while Reeve had originally found it strange, he eventually became hooked on the way Polaris preferred to rut him while stroking him off at the same time. Polaris always tried to make Reeve cum first, and Reeve was almost embarassed by how easy it was. Over time, Polaris had learned every little trick about pleasuring the bug, and well, Reeve would rather have a stallion who could make him cum within a minute than one who didn't know what they were doing. Speaking of that, Polaris had decided it was time. His hoof was soaked with Reeve's slippery precum, and it glided along the changeling's cock with almost no friction. He could feel Reeve's shaft beginning to flare, just like his own as he stuffed it into him. Polaris liked to make Reeve cum, and then let the changeling's orgasm bring about his own. His hoof began to move faster, he bit down softly on his neck, and he changed the force of his thrusts, swapping the speedy but gentle thrusting for hard, slower bucks. The sudden change and intensity of pleasure made Reeve cry out, and he moaned loudly as he began to cum, his cock throbbing strongly as it began to wetly splash against his skirt, making quite a mess of the fabric as it overflowed onto the floor. His tight, slippery ass clamped down onto Polaris, and Polaris only managed another few bucks before he shoved himself inside to the hilt and stayed there, blasting a powerful gush of cum inside of Reeve as the bug shivered with delight. Reeve's plot clenched tightly around Polaris with strong milking motions, and they synchronized with the pulses of his orgasm to make sure he milked the stallion for everything he had. Thanks to his magic, Polaris didn't stop cumming until Reeve did, and being a changeling, Reeve's orgasms lasted for quite a while. As Reeve came down from the climax, Polaris continued to slowly stroke his cock, making his afterglow that much more wonderful as he slowly softened. Reeve shuddered as Polaris pulled out, and he rubbed the bulge in his belly with a small grin, saying, "Never get tired of that~" "Well, I sure don't~" Polaris said. His horn lit up, and all of the excess... fluid was cleaned away, though Reeve's skirt still stayed rather wet. He pulled Reeve up into a kiss, and his magic removed the skirt from the changeling, tossing it in the laundry. Reeve smiled into the kiss a little bit, and he gave Polaris a hug, before breaking both it and the kiss off. From above them, the intercom clicked, and the speakers in Reeve's bedroom let out the voice of Saphira, Polaris' AI daughter who effectively was part of the facility. "Well, good timing, you two... someone's parked a Rolls Royce of all things outside, and she's coming up to the main door" Polaris thoughtfully frowned, then he shrugged, saying, "Well, I guess I'll check on it then" As he trotted out of the room, but not before giving the changeling one last smooch. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ The further she got down the long walkway, the more... defeated Silver felt. Hell, the tiny amount of magic it took to make sure that her fur stayed black and her mane stayed silver was too much for her. She hated it. Well, thinking on it, her reasons for hating it didn't really exist anymore. It was Polaris that made her decide to turn her mane Silver, because she refused to share a mane color with her enemy. But did it matter anymore? Her coat was a wreck, stained with mud and whatever else was in that damn alleyway. Some part of Silver was kind of amused, actually. As a foal, she had a silver coat of fur and a bright, golden mane and tail. At some point, Polaris had told her that he originally had a silver mane and tail, before his magic. For both ponies, their dark magic turned their manes and tails black, and Silver had turned her shiny fur just as black as her mane until Polaris came along, him and his dark gray fur and a mane as black as hers. With a competitor like him, she wanted to stand out, so she turned her mane silver, and it had stayed like that ever since. And as she walked down the tunnel, the mare couldn't help but laugh a little bit, amused that her dark, terrifying magical form was just herself, but with her colors flipped. And the teeth, and the eyes, but still. She knew Polaris would recognise her. She came to a stop at the doors, looking out at the falling rain to either side. Was she really going to do this? She looked back down the tunnel, and she sighed as she realized that she had no choice. She raised a hoof, knocking on the dooor. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ Polaris waited a few moments, so it wouldn't be obvious that he was waiting behind the doors. He pulled one of them open, and he gave Silver a businesslike smile as he said, "Hello?" He... he hadn't recognised her yet. Silver hesitated, and in a small, quiet voice, she asked, "Can I come in?" Polaris took on a thoughtful expression, then his eyes widened, then he frowned... Silver looked down at that point, deciding to go ahead and assume the worst. Hell, he should just shoot her. Get it over with. She'd be glad to get taken out by her old rival, instead of one of those donut-sucking little- "Silver..." Polaris said, making her flinch slightly at hearing her name. She gasped as she felt his magic touch her, but... he didn't hurt her. The shaking in her limbs stopped as Polaris let his magic flow into her... it felt different than hers, but it was the same stuff, deep down. For a brief moment, she thought of stealing magic from him, since he had opened himself up to her, but... no. She couldn't. He had a family now, he was no longer the pony she fought with in Manehattan. With enough magic that she didn't feel like she was going to collapse, Silver looked up to Polaris, looking... confused, and annoyed, and a number of other emotions she couldn't even name herself. "Why did you..." she said, but all he did was smile a little bit, opening the door. "I can't imagine you coming to me for nothing, so... sure" he said, closing the door once she was inside. The mare sagged, physically and mentally. He was right to make such a guess. She opened her mouth to talk, to give some sort of weak excuse, but Polaris shook his head, and he nodded to her to follow as he began to walk. She wasn't going to argue. The mare followed him into what looked like his bedroom. Well, what else would it be? His damned cutie mark was emblazoned on a carpet that took up most of the room! Polaris' magic picked up the mare, and she struggled for a moment, but she went limp as he set her down on his bed, watching her sag into the soft covers as he pulled a chair over. It looked like he was trying to think of something to say, so Silver spoke instead. "Guess it's my turn to get run out of Manehattan" She said quietly. Now that she had her magic back, she wanted to take her darker form, and... and what? She had no empire, she had nothing, nothing but the car she ran away with and the money she had stashed in the trunk. She was broken, a shadow of her former self, but what was her former self? A monster who murdered ponies in the pursuit of more control over a city that wanted her gone? "By who?" Polaris asked softly, sounding curious. "Th' pigs" She muttered. Polaris slowly nodded... he had imagined that Silver would be having a hard time with the police in the modern age, thanks to the internet and cameras... He knew how she felt, really. He felt the same way when she kicked him out of town, so he nodded knowingly. "And why did you come here?" He asked softly. She threw up a hoof weakly, saying, "I don'fuckin'know", the words tumbling from her throat as if she found simply speaking to be too much effort. Polaris knew that couldn't be the case, because he had given her a good amount of his own magic. "I'm assuming you've been doing the same things as always right to the end..." He said, not bothering to mask his frown. She smirked, just slightly, saying, "I might have...", but memories came back, and the smile shattered as she let out a sigh. "But it's been going downhill for a long time, in every way" She said, staring into space as she talked. "The drugs, they've changed, they've become nasty things that I found it harder and harder to actually... inflict on my fellow ponies. The fights, they've changed, nopony is professional anymore, I've been caught on video, so my air of mystery is gone, and... it just sucks. My heart hasn't been in it for a while, but it was all I had. Guess that's why you left, huh? I figured I wouldn't be able to pull off the same thing, so I stayed where I at least had some power, and knew what I was doing, but... well, it all caught up with me" she said, her ears laying limply against her head. Polaris took in a deep breath, and he let it back out. "Well, that is why I left, yes... I still fed on the pain like you, but I couldn't handle watching it happen between ponies that would otherwise be friends, lovers, family... I guess you know I went to the war?" he asked, looking at her. She nodded, slightly, and he kept going. "Well, out there, I had an enemy, something to actually fight, something that deserved pain, and that was the last time I ever had fun with it" He said. "I met a mare there, and she, well... it wasn't until she had left me that I began to realize that this magic can feed on lust the same way it does love, and with time, I not only adapted, but I perfected it" He said. Silver looked confused. "So, you... your... what, your magic is entirely focused on sex now?" She asked. He smiled, and he shrugged as he said, "Well, yes... I'm sure you could learn the same thing". Silver looked insulted at first, and her tone was harsh as she said, "That's stupid, I'm not going to stoop to such a level when I can..." She trailed off, ears lowering, and Polaris leaned forwards as he said, "You'll what? Go back to your old life? Go back to causing pain and suffering just for yourself?" The words stung, but Silver knew he was right. Leaving Manehattan, losing her position, it forced her to see everything from a new perspective, and... she was tired. She grit her teeth in a stubborn effort to stop herself crying, something she refused to let happen in front of another pony, if at all. "I... f-fine, you're right" She hissed, shivering slightly. "I... I don't want to do it anymore" She said, shivering with a sob that she refused to let out. Polaris wanted to hug her, but... he knew what she was going through, and when he had gone through the same realization, he would've bitten anypony who got close. He was startled out of his thoughts as she looked at him, saying, "I-I've done this for decades though! It's all I know!" She cried, as the tears finally began to fall. "I can't just... I... I can rebuild it!" She said. Polaris frowned at her, and he stood up as he said, "I hate to be blunt with you, but if you expect me to hide a criminal like yourself in my home, then I would expect her to either learn to change, or leave." The harshness hurt to listen to, but as she shook with anger, she couldn't think of anything to say. He was right, of course, and he had done this before, and she had come to him for help, but... in the moment, he became the target of her emotions. Not caring that she was literally laying in his bed, her horn began to glow as she yelled "Get out!" at him, loud enough to make him flinch. "This is my bedroom, Sil-" he started to say, before her magic threw him out of the doors, which slammed shut behind him loud enough to rattle the lights above him. As Polaris picked himself up, he was scowling, but inside the room, he could pick the sounds of Silver sobbing, most likely ugly-crying into his bed. He sighed, saying, "Oh, of course..." As he set a hoof on the door. Silver was going to have to come to terms with her emotions by herself, after all. Author's Note hah gaey //-------------------------------------------------------// Nightmares? //-------------------------------------------------------// Nightmares? It was rare that Luna put two ponies from different dreams into one, but sometimes, she felt it was necessary. Polaris and Silver were both having nightmares where they were fighting the other pony as their budding relationship went down the drain, and for a brief moment, everything went white for both ponies. When they both came to in the middle of the dark, dusty street, neither pony had any idea that they were in the same dream, talking to each other. They'd find that one out in the morning. ✩｡:*•.──────────.•*:｡✩ Polaris and Silver very quickly found themselves pulled away from their dreams, yanked as if on a chain, to somewhere else. They were now in a different dream bubble, but it was blank, just a white abyss, nothing inside but the wind. Polaris was faster than Silver when it came to recovering from the transport, and by the time she looked at him, he was already lunging for her. Polaris was the first one to imagine their landscape, and the whiteness around them faded away, replaced by the walls of his bunker. Silver yelped as she felt his body hit her, and she fell through the door to his bedroom as he pinned her to the floor again, this time with his body instead of his magic. "G-Get off!" She yelped, struggling against him. She lit up her horn to throw him off, But Polaris lit his own horn, and her eyes went wide as she felt him overpower her magic, rendering it useless. Both ponies were panting heavily, and Silver's ears went down in sync with Polaris' widening grin. Both ponies had been having the same dream- in Polaris' dream, he had been trying to convince his old rival to try out lustful dark magic, but failing. In Silver's dream, Polaris had also been trying to convince her to try the other side of dark magic, and she had barely been holding him off in her dream. But now, in the conjoined dream... Polaris came out on top, in both senses of the word. "How about now, Silver~?" He murred, a cheeky smirk on his face as he watched a blush begin to bloom on the mare's snout. Hopefully, he could use her own arousal against her, and teach her what it was like to feed on lust. "L-Let me GO, Polaris!" She yelled, squirming a little beneath him. She tried another burst of magic, but Polaris held that one off as well, and he pressed his body against the mare, pinning her to the floor. He pressed his lips to hers in a kiss, and she tried to pull back, but he followed her, all the way until her head bumped into the carpet below. Finally, Silver gave in. If Polaris really wanted to show her what lustful magic was like, FINE. She would try it, and she would show him that she wasn't going to be some prissy, pathetic little mare who just bent over for him to mount. Silver growled as she began to return the kiss, making Polaris fight for the dominance as their tongues slid together between them. She felt herself moan a little bit, and suddenly, Silver kicked at Polaris, getting an "OOF" from him as she knocked him off of her. She stood up, but she didn't make a move just yet, waiting until he stood up and healed the bruise she'd given to him. "Polaris," she said, glaring at him. "Yeah...?" he said, frowning back at her a little bit. He watched as she sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. She couldn't fight him. He was stronger, right now. And even though he could kill her right now, he... wasn't. He really wanted to help her, didn't he? So... so she would go along with it. Fine. "Look... I'll... I'll try it, but on equal ground" She said, opening her eyes to look at him. "I want you to promise... no magic, no tricks, just... we'll try it, and I'll try... feeding..." she said, having trouble actually getting the words out of her. Polaris smiled at her, softly saying, "You're not weak for doing so... I know you may feel like it, but you're going to learn much better magic...." As he spoke, he dropped the form, reverting to his normal body, blue fur and green eyes and all. Silver took in a deep breath, then she sighed. She slowly let go of her magic, feeling her mane and tail turn black as her fur slowly morphed to its original shimmering silver. "And hey, you'll have all the magic you could ever need if you feed on-" Silver cut him off, however. She turned tail, walking out to the center of his bedroom. Polaris followed, ears perked to listen to her... and he did admire her flanks on the way. She turned to face him, then she put on a slight smile of her own. "If you want me to do this... we're doing it my way" She said. "Now lay down" She growled, pointing to the floor. Polaris hesitated a little, and when he did, she said, "You said to trust you, are you not going to trust me?" Polaris nodded, saying, "You're right, and I trust you too" as he slowly laid down on the floor. Silver walked overtop of him, and Polaris was taken by surprise by, well, SIlver's ass. She sat down on his face, and he said something, muffled into her rear, but she just ground down against him, smushing his snout against her marehood. And she was wet. Polaris didn't mind letting Silver be the one in control... in fact, he liked it. He grabbed onto her flanks, and his tongue shot out of his mouth as he delved deep into her, lewdly grinding his tongue against her soft inner walls. Silver actually moaned... she arched her back a little bit as the tip of Polaris' tongue lapped against her clit, and she gently set her front hooves on his chest as she focused on grinding back against his tongue. She could see Polaris' cock spilling from its sheath, rising into he air as it hardened in his lap... but she ignored it. Even when it had fully hardened, throbbing as it leaked precum down itself, she refused to give it more than brief glances. But his musk... she breathed deeply as she rode his snout, loving the sparks it sent through her body. In fact, she could feel... she could feel magic. In the 1930s, Silver and Polaris had rutted like animals at times, but they were both using dark magic at the time. Their sex had always been a fight at the same time, claws digging into flesh and slashing across limbs to create wounds that healed right after, and Silver had always assumed that she was just feeding off of his pain. But she could feel magic flowing from him, the same strong magic, and neither of them had done anything to physically hurt the other. The possibility of him being right annoyed her, and the idea of him teasing her about it annoyed her even more. Silver growled, and she leaned downwards, firmly grinding her snout against Polaris' maw. Still, he met her challenge, and she squirmed a little bit he dragged his tongue over her clit, grinding firmly against the nub. Leaning forwards like she was, Silver was closer to the stallion's throbbing cock, and she wasn't able to stop herself from greedily drinking in the scent of it. She couldn't remember the last time she had... tasted one. Polaris attacked her clit with another slow, grinding lick, and Silver found herself moaning. Well, she wasn't going to give him thesatisfaction of hearing her moans. Silver finally lowered herself all the way, taking the tip of his shaft into her maw. He moaned a little bit into her, and the vibrations made her tense up with a soft gasp. She groaned, and she pushed down, smoothly sinking him deeper and deeper. Silver didn't stop until Polaris' shaft was buried to the hilt inside of her mouth, bulging out her throat. Once it was hilted though, she stopped there. A slight smirk appeared on her snout as she ground down against his face again, and Polaris responded with another one of those wonderful licks to her sensitive clit. Like she hoped, his cock did a great job of muffling her moan, and she weakly swallowed around it. With his shaft inside of her, the scent of his musk and the taste of his cock was all she could sense, and she found herself loving it. It didn't take Polaris long to realize that she didn't intend to actually suck him off, and he growled into her as he nibbled at one of her soft outer lips, gently thrusting his hips up at her. Silver squeaked, but she refused to move, and she even bumped her teeth against his shaft, threatening to bite him! Well, Polaris was not having that, and he moved his hooves from her hips to her teats, grabbing the soft mounds firmly. It confused her, but that was only half of his plan. Tinker worked his nose into Silver, then he set to work focusing her clit, sucking firmly on the hard nub as he squirmed his tongue against it, covering it with licks as he squeezed her teats. Silver had never experienced such a treatment, not even during her clashes with Polaris in the past. And it felt incredible! Despite the cock down her throat, Silver loudly cried out with pleasure, desperately bucking down against Polaris as her orgasm began to rise up inside of her. It didn't take long for Polaris to send her into a climax, and he grinned as the mare began to loudly moan onto his cock, squeezing his snout with her flanks as she started to cum. She soaked his snout in her slippery fluids as she rode through the climax, and halfway through Polaris finally released her clit, wriggling his tongue deep inside of her to drink down her fluids more effectively. When Silver's orgasm began to calm down, her moans went quiet, and right when she began to pull off of Polaris' cock, he grabbed her around the middle. She squeaked as Polaris rolled them over, pinning the mare down to the floor like she had done with him. He barely gave her any time to react as he began to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth as if he were rutting her! And not only that, he latched onto one of her teats, sucking firmly on her nipple! And if that wasn't embarassing enough for her... Silver liked it. Arousal shot through her body as Polaris' thick shaft began to swab her throat, his heavy balls slapping into her nose over and over, like she was just some two-bit harlot. Of course, she couldn't ignore the suction to her teat, and she whimpered as he let go of it, only to latch onto the other one and get another moan out of her. While he was sucking on the second one, his cock began to flare, making her squeeze down onto his cock as the flare created an even bigger bulge in her throat. A few thrusts into that, Polaris finally hilted, and Silver felt a strong gush of cum splash its way down into her belly. Polaris' balls were twitching against her nose, and she shuddered at the realization that she could feel every part of his orgasm. In sync, his balls twitched with every spray of cum that rushed down her belly, and something about it really excited her. And the magic! When he came, she got so much magic from him! Simply being there and taking Polaris' orgasm gave her as much magic as she would gain from extreme things like sawing through another pony's leg... Polaris' orgasm finished after a while, about as long as her own had lasted. When it was finally done, he slowly pulled out of her maw, giving her time to lick and suck on the still-hard shaft. When he pulled it free, she had cleaned it of his cum, and he stepped off of her after one last kiss to each of her teats. Silver rolled over with a groan, then she stood up on shaking legs, glaring at him. "You... you asshole" she growled, though her words didn't hold as much venom as she wanted them to thanks to the blush on her cheeks. To her surprise, Polaris smiled back at her, a genuine smile, not a teasing smirk or a cheeky grin. "Well, I was just... returning the favor..." he said, which made her frown slightly, but then he said "But I uh, what about your magic? You felt it, right?" he asked. She sighed, but a smile tugged at her lips as she perked her ears up slightly. "You... you really do care, don't you?" She softly asked. "I... yes, I felt the magic, it's... stronger than what I'm used to, for sure". Polaris happily smiled, stepping closer, and while Silver flinched a little, he gave her a warm hug. he kissed her on the ear, and she felt her cheeks redden at it. Then, he nibbled on her ear, and he quietly murmured "Wanna fuck~?" into her ear. Silver blushed even further, and she decided to try to take control this time. She spun to face Polaris, then she grabbed his head to pull him into a kiss. Both ponies growled, moving onto their hind legs as they met tongues to fight over control of the kiss. They staggered back and forth as they pushed on each other, but they managed to make their way towards the bed during their heated makeout session. When they were close, Silver gave Polaris a push, and his hind legs collapsed when they hit the bed, sending both ponies falling onto it. Silver ended up on top, and she did her best to pin him down to the bed, moaning into the kiss as she lifted her hips to the tip of his throbbing shaft. Without breaking the kiss or taking a break, Silver thrusted down to pop the tip of his cock inside of her, and then she sat down, stuffing the entire thing inside. She didn't stop until their hips slapped together, and then she focused on grinding against him while they kissed. Neither pony really needed air, but they still broke the kiss to pant at each other, Polaris' hooves grabbing Silver's ass as he helped her grind his cock into her. "F-Fuck you~" Silver said, a wide smirk on her face. Without words, Polaris mashed their lips together to start a new kiss, and Silver was having fun, actually. It felt amazing, and there was so much magic flooding into her! Silver's hips spurred into action as she began to ride Polaris, pulling up until his medial ring escaped her tight walls before she slammed her hips back down to hilt him again. Both ponies were too focused on the makeout session to really care about prolonging the sex. Polaris' hooves held tightly onto Silver's hips as they rose and fell in his lap, and Silver created loud, wet slaps as she shoved her hips down into his lap again and again. When Polaris began to flare, stretching her open even further, Silver's moaning began to grow squeakier, and she hugged tightly onto him as her riding began to get shaky and lose its rhythm. Polaris managed to take control of the kiss, and he could tell Silver was close just like he was. Suddenly, Silver felt Polaris flipping them over again. In the process, he broke the kiss, but he didn't allow Silver to kiss him again. Instead, he pinned her down into a mating press, biting down onto her neck as he started to rut her. This got a scream out of the mare, and she clamped down tight onto his cock as he started to roughly buck into her, shaking the bed as their hips crashed together. It felt incredible, his cock and its flare stretching out her inner walls every time he rammed it inside of her. It was deliciously intense, but it couldn't last. It only took a few thrusts to throw the mare into her orgasm, and her loud cries of pleasure echoed through the room as he continued to rut her, the stallion's orgasm rushing to meet him as her walls desperately squeezed his cock. Partway into her climax, the mare's slick, tightly gripping walls finally sent him over the edge, and Polaris' own orgasm was ignited. He didn't actually stop thrusting until he felt his cum start to splash back out of the mare, and only then did he ram himself as deep as he could go to ride out the rest of his orgasm, pumping Silver's womb full of his thick, warm cum. Both ponies held tightly to each other as they rode through their second orgasms, and neither one could form anything other than moans and shaky breaths until the rushes of pleasure had faded. Silver was the first one to speak, and she started off with a weak "Fuuuuck... Polaris, I..." Polaris started to nuzzle her, and he quietly said "Yeah...?" as he let himself relax on top of her. She nuzzled him in return a little, then she quietly said, "this is a dream, isn't it...?" Polaris paused, thinking... but then he nodded, whispering "of course..." She took a deep breath, then she said "But... how are you here, then...?". "I... I don't know..." Polaris said. He gave her a shy grin, saying, "Y-You think we'll remember this when we wake up...?" Silver wasn't sure if she wanted to remember it. Was this what she wanted? Could she really live a better life fueling her magic with lust? She didn't know. "I don't know, Polaris...." Author's Note Not sure if this will ever be finished, really