Dusk Shine's Revival
There is no way that this can be happening…"
By Eris in a broken reality
Edit by Alphamon_Ouryuken. Thanks man, its been an honor!
Dusk Shine was at an impasse, as he stood before the three diarchs of Equestria. Princess Celestia Sol, Princess Luna Night, and Princess Mi Amore Cadenza. He himself was a diarch of Equestria, but didn’t carry the title like they did. He had only just been an alicorn for less than a year, but yet he was getting requests, praises, titles and the such, not just from Canterlot but from Ponyville as well.
That was not the impasse though. It was the fact that he was originally supposed to ascend on his own. That Celestia, Cadence, even Luna, were to witness his transformation to an alicorn through magical means. However, with the intervention of the villainesses, the forced transformation, was a fluke.
“We still are not sure how it happened, Dusk.” Stated Celestia. “Perhaps the trauma or the darker transformation that you…” she paused, trying to find the right words, before adding. “...undertook, made you into an alicorn. The book I had given to you by Starswirl the Bearded, had the magic needed to do the ascension on its on.” She sighed heavily, shaking her head. “This was an unforeseen circumstance.”
Dusk shifted on his hooves, unsure of how to approach this. “If you had planned for this, then why not tell me? Why the secrecy?”
“To tell of your future, Dusk Shine, could have had drastic changes.” Luna answered. “It was in the best interest that your ascension be withheld from you to prevent any meddling that you might have done to stop or not succeed.” Luna gave a bit of a grimace. “We have failed in that aspect.”
In truth, nopony really saw the intentions of the four villains until it was too late. Spike was one of the few who noticed the absence of Dusk and with his brother’s sudden disappearance, he immediately sought help from the girls and the princesses.
Up until the month after they were banished, Dusk blamed himself for what had happened, while the rest believed they were at fault for failing to let him fall to the dark forces.
The dark shadow of Luna, Nightmare Moon.
Twisted and unstable, Eris the Draconequus.
The cruel and cunning lies of the queen, Chrysalis.
And the dark Tyrant of shadows, Silhouette.
The torture and painful torment of Dusk had turned him into the dark entity, Nightfall, who was Tarturas bent on recreating the world in his own image. Dusk and Luna still try to work on his nightmares when they come up to it.
Clearing her throat, Luna gave a small grin. “My sister tells me that you have been getting suitors and mares calling out for you, more so since you’ve gained wings?”
Cadence, Alicorn of Love, was almost bouncing in place as she heard the words again. “Oh! Little Dusky is getting suitors! I can’t wait to see which mare has caught his eyes.” She paused and quickly added. “Or Stallions, if you are into them too!”
Dusk flinched a bit at that. The overwhelming love and support from his sister-in-law was difficult to de-spell, literally. Since his alicorn status was given, mares and yes, even stallions across the country, have come to try and swoon over the newly crowned alicorn, Dusk Shine. His title was never fully cemented in place, though Celestia and Luna believed that his ascension should be kept under wraps on what he had ascended on; the public knew of only the title as ‘Prince of Friendship’. Dusk Shine felt that that wasn’t close, since he nearly damaged his friendship with his friends and his family.
The moniker of little importance but the status that came was much more enticing. As stated, many have come across the lands to be part of the newly started alicorn of Equestria, many moving into Ponyville just to see him. A male alicorn was far more rare, much exotic than the Princesses themselves, with the possibility of suiting with him far easier since his choice of partners were nearly endless. The worst of it came when somepony started rumours that herds may be involved with him.
He cleared his throat a bit, responding softly. “I-I don’t think that I am ready for any of that. Being with somepony is… not what I want.”
The joy all but left his sister-in-law, while Luna and Celestia looked at each other in concern. He felt bad for saying it outloud but he pushed past his ability to hesitate. “I-I still feel… broken with all that has happened and right now, I am just trying to figure out what to do with all of… this.” He gave a small flap of his wings, as well as waving his hoof to the palace around them. “What am I supposed to do with all of this?”
The trio Princesses seemed to be troubled by his proclamation though it felt like he was burdened with the weight of the world. They dared not tell him the truth right away.
Celestia spoke in clear but in her calm manor, motherly almost, that it still to this day, warmed many hearts. “Dusk, while I know that you did not ask for this burden, it still may come to you when we ask that you help the world when in need. Since their banishment, those four…. ‘Evil souls’,” she hissed the words, sounding almost bad to his ears. “-have left a harsh impact on not just you, but Luna, I, Cadence, your friends and many others. We know that you have not yet recovered in the six months since. Yes, you have recovered physically but not… mentally.”
Luna put her two bits in. “We know what it's like to recover from something traumatizing dear Dusk. Even now, while Nightmare is no longer part of us, nor no longer here, the echoes and the evil deeds that were done with her, still linger in our hearts. Wounds heal, but the scars will remain. It is up to us to see past them and try to better ourselves from it.”
“And don’t forget Dusk,” Cadence finally input. “That you were not in control, nor were you able to free yourselves. You are powerful in magic, but they had the strength to match alicorns, so it would be best not to dwell on what you could have done since you were helpless.”
He slumped upon hearing that, making Cadence regret her final words. ‘Helpless.’ That was the word he hated and loathed, especially by her of all ponies. ‘Helpless’ when he had just ripped the magic straight from six demi-goddesses. ‘Helpless’ when he remembered seeing out of those eyes, the pink alicorn staring up at him in fear and pain. ‘Helpless’... when he nearly took her magic and perhaps… the magic that may have taken the life of his future niece or nephew. A brief glance at Cadance’s belly showed that she had grown, but was still ways off from delivery. A piece of guilt that would always follow him and may never recover.
Not knowing what else there was to say or even talk about, Dusk met their eyes briefly before looking back down. “I don’t deserve these wings, I don’t deserve this responsibility. You gave me the title of ‘Prince of Friendship’ but I haven’t earned it. Until I do, like Cadence said, ‘I am still helpless’ to do anything.”
Before they could respond, Dusk charged his horn and teleported away.
Dusk Shine teleported outside of the Castle, the morning having just ended with the sun high in the sky. He was aside the doors, watching idle as ponies went by.
He felt so weak and useless that even when the guards who were stationed outside asked if he needed anything, he didn’t respond. He gave them a small shake of his head. Upon the doors, ponies began to take notice of him and immediately began to approach the new prince.
“Prince Dusk Shine!” A couple of ponies shouted.
“Isn’t he an absolute hunk?” A group of mares with lusty eyes approached the young Prince.
“Prince Dusk Shine, Equestrian Bulletin!” A news reporter quickly approached him.
Soon, many ponies flocked towards him, all screaming or chanting his name. The guards quickly tried to disperse or stop them but they overwhelmed them. Dusk began to panic, his heart raced and his breathing laboured. Feeling their approaching forms, he was swarmed by the ponies, all seeking him out in some way or form. Their voices overwhelmed his mind, their noise burning with high pitched frequency. His mind was breaking all over again and the fear of being surrounded over burdened his still fragile state. His mind suddenly played the scenario where the four villianesses surrounded him, all glaring down at him with evil intent.
In a cry of pain and confusion, Dusk charged up his horn in defense. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” The magical outburst sent a shockwave around him. Everypony was immediately teleported around him, safely a few blocks away, while he himself practically exploded with a magical teleport so powerful, he disappeared from his reality.
Where Dusk Shine thought he was going to land in his treehouse at the Oak library, Dusk instead found himself in an eternal plain. The floor was white with starlight in front and all around him. His body felt… numb, but in a good way. Though not just his body, but his mind. It felt so… clear and steady.
Was he dead? Did… he accidentally kills himself instead of teleport? Oh buck, did he actually commit suicide?!
But if that were the case, then was this… Elysium? Oh Faust, fuck him!
“Hello?” He blinked, twice. First was his stuttered and near ‘Fluttershy-like’ voice was gone. He spoke evenly without hesitation. The second was, his voice echoed, though the vast empty space, the way it bounced around him made it feel like he was in some hallways. “Anypony here?”
He heard nothing but his own echoes, however, lights began to dance around him, interacting with the air around him. Then slowly they began to expand and form rectangles in the air; they shaped and formed into images, visuals of his past exploits began to appear on them.
“W-Wha… what is this?” He saw his past playing before him. Growing up and being raised by Cadence. The day he hatched Spike and gained his cutie mark. Meeting the girls for the first time in Ponyville. All of it… was his life.
“You have experienced so much, in such little time, my little pony.”
A voice, a voice unlike any other, a beautiful voice that surpassed even Celestia’s own warm and gentle one… graced his ears. It… ‘She’ was what Dusk heard and searched around for the source of her voice.
“Who’s out there?! Where am I?” Fear never entered his mind, but confusion did, which was furthered by the fact he lacked fear.
There was a giggle, almost heavenly and more. It instantly soothed him and he knew, somehow he knew, danger was not present. “I am… many things, dear Dusk Shine. I am the one who wrote your history, I am the one who wrote the premise of your life and beyond. More importantly, I am the one that is going to make you feel much better.”
“Better?” he asked. “What are you going to do to make me better?” He paused, thoughts coming into his mind. “Wait, was this how I was supposed to ascend into an alicorn?”
There were moments of silence, the voice responding in return with sadness coming from her. “I… was not aware of the changes I had accidentally bestowed upon my daughters.”
Dusk froze. The images around him quickly formed and began showing images of the creatures… the evil beings that had tortured, raped and nearly killed him.
The first encounters of Nightmare Moon when he first arrived at Ponyville. Chaos and disorder ensued with the revival of Eris. When his brother was to betrothed Cadence only for it to be a false plan by the Queen of the Changelings. And the return of the Shadow Queen and the Crystal Empire.
Various memories played with them in front, with the fear, anxiety and near physical torment began to replay in his mind. “P-Please.... “ He softly begged. “D-Don’t show me them.”
The images stopped and were instantly displaced. “I… apologize my sweet colt, that they had done to you deeds most evil. However, I promise that their deeds were meant to be trivial and easily quelled by the strength of your friendship. My mistake was that I allowed their free will and power to go to their heads. Each one was supposed to be reformed in their own way by you and your friends.” The voice sighed. “The blame lies upon me.”
“On you?” He looked around, still trying to find the source of the voice. “Who are you?”
Silence reigned for a bit, he wondered if he even spoke at all. Then the air around him warmed and shimmered, followed by a bright but not blinding light. Dusk didn’t need to shield his eyes but something bright, big and very powerful with magic was coming.
The feeling of… presence and awe filled his senses, as he witnessed what he could describe as the most powerful being in existence, appear right before him.
The light died down and what or more importantly, whom stood in front of him, was not what he was expecting.
In her angelic and almost surreal voice, the one before him spoke. “Hello Dusk Shine, I am so glad to meet you at last. I am… the mother of everything. I am… the writer of everything in your world. I am… the one who created everything, from magic, to the world, to the world between worlds.” She paused and mirth flashed across her face. “But you Dusk, may just call me Faust.”
Again, in front of him was what he was not expecting. As she said all this, the image of a divine goddess, a being of high power and more. Creator, writer, powerful and mother to everything around him… was but an alicorn.
Her coat was vanilla white, not as white as Celestia’s but a shade darker. Her mane and tail are brownish red, not flowing like the two princesses. She was maybe a tad taller than Celestia and her cutie mark was a scroll with a pen. All in all, she was… simple.
Why did that disappoint him? However, he immediately stumbled himself and threw his head down to a bow. As he did this, he actually his the top of his head and horn to floor, expecting pain but felt none. When he realized that instead he was lifted with his head nearly his own hooves, he felt startled and jumped back up.
This amused the alicorn to such joy, she giggled into her hoof. He was held in the air and lowered down gently, though to his amazement, her horn was not even glowing.
“I always loved putting that charistic in you, dear Dusk. To over do something, especially for someone above you, that you do cause yourself some distress and clumsiness. Albeit, I fear that it may grow out of you in the years that I have written for you.”
Dusk righted himself up, staring at the hazel eyes. It was as if his mother was staring at him, but this mother… was everypony… no, everythings’ mother.
“You have many questions, Dusk, I know of it. I have written it so your mind is a computer, waiting for information to be inputted.”
“A what?” he asked. The alicorn forgot herself and chuckled lightly. “Sorry, wrong reality. Anyways, you mind is ever wondering, always trying to retain new information, learning and adapting to the world around you. What you find curious, is just a challenge for you to seek out more of the answers of a single topic.”
“Like… What am I doing here and why am I in the presence of the Creator herself?”
The Alicorn of Creation gave him a smile, something that reminded him of Celestia so much. “Your intelligence is something that I enjoyed writing about you.”
Dusk looked at her, his eyes glazing over a bit at the Creator. Something inside of him clicked and his eyes glazed for a bit.
“You write everything about me. So, you wrote that I… would suffer at the mercy of them?”
His words echoed loudly and without restraint, yet the weight was heavier than anything a shoulder should carry. The Alicorn of Creation, Faust, her eyes softened a bit, her smile lessened and she looked so Equine, that it almost hurt Dusk to see her like this.
“While I do write your life, I write the lives of many. Fate itself… seems do little changes here and there, straying from the path I had planned out.”
“Fate?”
Lauren gave a sad smile. “Dusk, while this conversation between you and I will forever change how you may view the very fabric of reality around you, it will not leave a lasting impression on your mind. What I say here, what I say to you, will not change who you are. That being said…” A book popped in front of her with a quill floating next to it. Again, her horn was not lit, no signs of magic were detected and her mood was somewhat calm. “I can write what will happen after we are done here and that will be your life from there on out.”
She opened the book and flipped the pages. From the front of the book, Dusk’s eyes went wide as he saw his cutie mark on the front. Faust stuck her tongue out in concentration before quickly writing something on it and then closed the book. It disappeared along with the quill. “Done.”
Dusk looked over himself, expecting some sort of change but found nothing. He then looked back up at her perplexed. “What did you do?”
The alicorn approached him and smiled. “Nothing that won’t happen until after we are done here.” She then walked past him, the lights began to display random images as she walked along. “Come, I do have much to say and do before we are done here.”
Dusk followed the alicorn behind in a short trot. He noticed however that as he did, the alicorn was leaving behind a faint trail of something in the air. What it was, he wasn’t sure.
As they walked on, images played around them, not just on Dusk’s lives but on the lives of many individuals, not all ponies. He saw his friends for sure, but he also saw Spike's life, the lives of ponies he knew in Ponyville, the creatures he has encountered before. Dragons, changelings, griffons, minotaurs and more. Thousands of lives being played in visual images, all in the front of them.
“Fate,” Began Faust, she casually stroded forward without ever looking at each life being played. “-Is what makes everything different for each and every creature. In one time or another, Fate will re-write itself to adjust something new, to adjust the outcome that has not been done before.”
“But… aren’t you the one who writes everything?” Dusk questioned, though he stopped walking when he came upon a visual playing on Luna becoming Nightmare Moon.
The Alicorn of Creation sighed softly. “Sadly, sometimes fate changes the writer’s original work.” As she said this, Luna turned Nightmare Moon, battled Celestia, and Celestia was in turn, sent to the moon.
“I wrote a single storyline for a single character, but that one storyline can branch off into millions of tiny little fractures and changes that I cannot control fully.” She looked from the corner of her eyes. “Just like I couldn’t control what my daughter’s did to you.”
“So… you have no way of controlling them? So I suffered then… for what then?”
Faust stopped in her tracks, as did Dusk. The question was a fair one for her but not a pleasant one for him. The antithesis of his greatness was burned by the villianesses that he was supposed to save. In a sense he did safe them, but at the cost of his sanity, his body and possibly, his soul.
A flick of her tail told him that something irked her, though it was not him personally. He swore she teased him with something, but it dissapeared. She held her gaze forward and steady. “You are not always going to be my main focus, though I wish it could be that way.” The air tingled carrying something that tickled his nose. He pushed it aside but something inside stirred. “What I want to do for you Dusk is to give you back something you had lost, something I wish I could do for many of your other selves but can only do so every now and then.” She fully turned to him so her hazel eyes met his violet eyes. “I wish to give you a part of a life stolen from you but also make sure that your future is with a sense of hope and that when ‘they’ return, you will be ready to face them with your head held high.”
“Them?” he asked. Faust didn’t reply, rather the area around them shifted. The stars and visuals disappeared and the space around disordered until it began to resemble a structure, a large room so to speak.
The floors began to solidify, walls began to form and an eerie look a like of Celestia’s room began to take form. A large bed in the corner with velvet sheetings, a desk to the side, a fireplace near by and a shelf with books.
“When you return, you will feel right as yourself before ‘them’ but you will not shy away from them, nor will you fear them. Instead, your mind will be open, as will your heart and soul. You will welcome them eventually back into the world and they will value you more than anything.”
“Who are you talking about? The villianesses?” A sudden fear spiked in his mind but another wave of the smell in the air eased him down. Like calming lavender with sweetness that gently gave his mind a gentle cool down. The tickling feeling came back, though this time it was strong, it was musky and it tricked a feral part of his mind. What was it?
“Yes Dusk. I am.” She walked towards a balcony that shifted into place, revealing the outside. In truth, he knew that wasn’t there before but it was now. As he followed, he noticed that her tail was to the side and was giving him a clear view of her genitalia. He nearly stumbled as he was startled to see her reveal something so intimate to him, but it really blew his mind that the creator was actually putting detailed anatomy into her form. It was no different than any other mare with the same set of plump lips and inner pink hue. Faust continued to talk, as if she knew what was happening behind her.
“With them returning, so will your life. But a new direction will take place.” She smiled as she saw the lands of Equestria. Had Dusk been really paying attention, he would know that this was not just Equestria, but a possible future of Equestria. A future where he would be ruling.
Dusk was now mere inches from her haunches, gazing at her mezmorizing puss. What was making it so hard to not look at? Why was this the most instising marehood he has ever gazed upon? Faust came to him as a casual alicorn, too casual to pass as another pony. Why? Was it to show she was just another equine amongst equines? Was it to hide her true form? But why the detailed anatomy? Why the simple form of a tall mare?
“The Equestria you know is one of many, many that are in a long line of branched timelines.” Her words reached his ears, filling his head with them, but his body was reacting on its own. He tried desperately to look away, to move away from the literal goddess of the freckin universe! But it was as if was under some sort of spell…
His muzzle was less than an inch away from her lips, he tail had stayed to the side, with lips and ponut full view in front of him. She gave no indication or full authorization for him to be in her personal space. Why was she not saying anything to him? Why wasn’t he saying anything to her!?
“Multiple realities where you are one thing, and not in the other. You are male here, female in the other. Alicorn here, earth pony in another.” He could feel the radiating musk coming from her, a smell so pure and so strong, yet it was nothing like anything else. Nothing that came from the four he was forced with. Nothing like he thought it would be from another mare. The goddess herself was something entirely something else.
“What is done here, I won’t try to fully undo but I will adjust so that your life will be a bit easier from here out.” His mouth made contact with her body, sending a shiver down his spine. Something magical had happened and something powerful was coursing through him. Faust made no comment or showed any signs of the contact upon her lips. Instead she looked down to where a large crowd began to form below the castle entrances.
His body was vibrating with euphoria beyond anything, with his mind achieving a sense of high he never thought possible. All worries, all problems, all sense of pain that has or ever existed with his life, was shattered and gone with the mere touch of her body. The smoothest of pelts, the softest of fur, the mere brush against his nose across her marehood was so enticing that there was no other thought but just being here, being this close to her.
The crowd contained many creatures from across the world. Ponies, dragons, griffins, dogs, cats, seapony, centaur and so on. As she felt Dusk press a bit more into her, she warmed when she knew that she was arriving at a particular moment here.
“The day you are declared Prince of Equestria, is the day the world changes for the better.” His tongue slowly and carefully slips from his mouth, edging closer to her lips. They were not winking nor wide open in anticipation. He assumed in his hazy mind that she wasn’t ready for this and would stop him at any moment.Yet he continued on without fear of repercussions nor receiving any signs of distaste for his physical contact upon her body. His shethe, which contained his tool of choice in breeding, began to slowly expand and fill his anatomy with blood to rise.
“I had originally planned for so much more than just your ascension Dusk. I had planned for many more things in your life, along with the ponies around you.” His tongue ran up her lips, tasting pelt but unlike anything before. The four he was with prior carried musk and a taste of flesh that never fully left the tongue. Each one varied yes, but they still carried some taste of pelt, fur, chitin and such. Yet, this was something else. Divinity at its finest, with a musk that was not equine nor anything else he could describe was on his tongue. He closed his eyes and took another lap at her outer lips.
Faust continued on as before with no indication of being disturbed. The crowd had settled down, setting themselves to the sides or in the back, depending on the size factor. The rainbow of colors that covered the grounds was a beautiful sight. Harmonic, just to the cause and a future worthy to belong in any timeline or reality.
“Creatures of all kinds in harmony, in peace, something I sought to write in the end since the beginning. A story that, sadly yes, it would cause pain and sadness, but the ending would have been worth a bit of that.”
Dusk’s mind was taking in the information, yet it still was in the focus of tasting the creator’s vulva. His tongue had left saliva trails over her lips, trying to taste all of her, every bit of her. He tasted nothing short of literal euphoria upon his tongue, even as he dared and moved up towards her tail hole. His oral organ trailed up, tasting the space between until it landed her ponut, a thick but soft layer of flesh that tingled upon his tongue. By now, his stallionhood had long since slipped out, grew in mass from the blood it was receiving and the hardness it began to take on. The purple shaft began to throb with readiness, with eager vigor that it knew not what it might experience.
Dusk lapped around the area of choice, once more leaving a trail of saliva upon her sacred body. In truth, he felt the tension, nervousness and utter shake of his body tasting the flesh of a goddess. Unlike the others, this was not forced, this was not against his will(He didn’t think…) and if anything, it felt weird more than anything. He hadn’t regressed to his previous feelings of pain and torment when he was being raped by those ‘four’.
Instead, he was living out a scenario in which everything was okay for him to do and that was the case for Faust. To give him what he needs to regain that feeling of control, with small pushes of course, to allow him to gain back his pride.
Incidentally, his tongue began pushing its way into the center of her pucker, trying to gently but loving spread her hole to gain access to her canal. Again, nothing dirty filled his tongue, but a sweet scent and feeling did come to his tongue and mind as he spread her hole open.
Faust remained on the scene below, watching as the crowds of creatures began to chant for the prince of Equestria. “The day that your coronation and your ascension to the throne comes, many creatures will witness the birth of a new era. Where borders and walls between each and everyone of them turns non-existent.” He moved closer as his hind legs pushed him up the ground to get a higher and deeper level into her canal. His tongue lapped her interior, scraping every wall to get a better taste of her divinity, to taste the creator and know what a true goddess tasted like. “What is a possible future for many of you in this vast multiverse, can only happen if given the right edge,” He dug in as deep as he could, “-to be nudged or coursed into the path of harmony-” He moaned into her flanks, vibrating his voice across her back before slipping out of her anal canal. “-to see a world united.” He moved back down to her marehood, but stayed on his hind legs, never losing balance, never feeling fatigue nor pain on them. He grasped her cheeks with his hooves, then reached near her center and began to slowly spread her lips, where her pink love canal was spread before him.
She watched as the doors opened, revealing guards to step out before the prince. Not just pony guards, but dragon, griffin, hippogriffs and such. They didn’t wear the golden armour like her daughter Celestia had them in. No, instead, they wore a blend of light violets, navy blues and contrast white. A merch of the thrio colors.
Dusk shoved his mouth as deep as he could into her pussy. His eyes closed in concentration, as he lapped and licked every inch of her moist walls. He divinity didn’t end with her tail hole, as it was also reachable through her marehood. But here it was the source of the smell, the source that he felt he had to get into. Despite the fact that now she was secreting her juices to him, it felt like it was not enough.
His stallionhood raged hard, throbbing back and forth with swings as his body hungrily attacked the diving goddess’s love canal. His body not taking in any oxygen, nor feeling the fatigue of being this ravenous to a mare. Even if said mare was a goddess, a literal creator of reality, he knew that this should be having some effect on her.
Yet Faust continued on, even as her walls quenched and squeezed around the mouth buried deep into her pussy. Her legs quivered with the feeling of his hunger over her body. It wasn’t just his mouth inside of her, not she felt his hoof lower to where her teats were at and began to rub them. His horn began to probe her recently lubed upper canal, with attention to please her in every way possible.
Her features remained locked on the castle doors below. A warm smile touched her lips as she looked at the exiting alicorn below.
“I want you to know Dusk that, even if there is a time of hardship or a problem comes up, you think you cannot face, that you cannot handle, you will always have help in some way or form. Friends, family… lovers.” As she said this, she saw four others walk alongside and a bit behind him, along with one smaller version of themselves next to them.
Dusk moaned loudly, drinking in the splatter of pussy juices that was gushing from her cunt. His nose was inhaling the fluids from her body, yet it did not burn. It reminded him much like Eris, but not painful nor brain damaging.
In truth, his mind was calm to her words when she spoke but still in a higher state of pleasure, as he was eating her out. His face was coated in her fluids, while what did spray from her covered his pelt and ran down his body. He had remained standing on his hind legs, with his throbbing erection swinging near her legs. His grasp on her ass was still strong and steady, not waning in the slightest.
Anything that came from her that didn’t make it into his mouth, dribbled or cascaded like a waterfall down his body. When the first few drops landed on his raging cock, his body shuttered and pushed into overdrive, as if her liquids anywhere else on his body just egged him on to continue his menstrations on his goddess.
Faust herself knew that if she were a mare on Equestria, she would have orgasmed many times over. She knew that if they were in the mortal plane, Dusk would have drowned, he would have already climaxed just by touching her lips. His mind would have gone mad with euphoria and would have most likely died.
But all of this was not going to happen. Instead, she was going to give him his sanity back in the most… equine way possible. She took a last look over the cheering crowd as they enjoyed the presence of Dusk and his company, along with the others. Despite who they were, they were just as celebrated as he was.
Moving away, she made her way to the bed. Dusk had been gently removed from her gaping pussy, which continued to run her juices off her. Falling like a leaking pail, she made a trail with them to the bed, most dripping down her legs and tail. Dusk followed her drunkenly, so lost in the pleasure and euphoria that it was impossible not to.
Faust had allowed him to indulge in her body, an avatar of sorts but just as much part of her. She had felt everything he had done to this body and enjoyed it, but her divinity allowed her to separate her physical form and things to her real form.
But here and now, she was going to enjoy the beauties, the envy of many immortals like her and the sheer joy of what it meant to be, mortal.
She laid onto the bed, casually crawling into it while flicking her tail to shake the secretions to coat the bed. She laid forward, legs spread, gaping pussy winking loudly and brightly towards him, still secreting her cum and matting the sheets below. Dusk half crawled, half stumbled into bed like a drunkard, though it was not far from the truth. His cock bounced and swayed with hunger, seeking to plunge or to receive some sort of pleasure. His eyes were gone but still held the Dusk within. The mind was filled with pleasure but her words had sunk deep into his consciousness, with recurring images of the return of those ‘four’.
Faust allowed his body to approach, giving him back full access to her backside and continuing his menstrations on her. His shaft was cushioned between his body and the bed, still raging hard and with need.
She found this rather peculiar, staring at her creation as he indulged in the mortal needs to breed and to mate. Creating life by writing it was much simpler, starting from the colors, to personality, the sex and so on. But creating actual life inside the womb, to feel it grow, to feel its heartbeat with yours, was an envious trait amongst the immortals, possibly the few that was desired but never accomplished.
Dusk was buried in her love canal, such a silly term! Yet it made so much sense, even as it was used for so many purposes. With the stallion before her, she knew that it would eventually lead with him going back to the mortal plane and beginning his life renewed.
She used her tail to simply push him away from her pussy, seeing his face having completely matted and covered with her juices, giving him a smile of appreciation. His eyes were glazed in lust but they quickly returned when they met her hazel ones.
“With our time coming short, my little pony, my gift to you shall be one I do not give to many, if at all. When you and I consummate, my magic will restore your mind and your soul,” He began to grow in size, his eyes focusing on the comfort of her words. “You will gain back your sanity as if you have never lost it to my daughters,” His body was not just growing in size, it was changing, adapting with the actual transformation being what he would eventually grow up to be in a few decades.
“The mortal world will know of your greatness, your accomplishments, your magic.” Horn was longer, wings bigger, stallionhood, thicker. His balls grew to the point of making even large stallions evenivious, though nothing in his body grew outrageously out of proportion.
When his growing stopped, Dusk stood over Faust in his form that which he would someday achieve in real life, being the tallest alicorn, beating Celestia by a few inches, as well as being one of the most powerful, magical beings in Equestria.
“You are ready for the future.”
Dusk Shine, Prince of Friendship, savior of Equestria, hoof picked by Celestia and powerful magic caster in history, will take reign and bring further peace to not just Equestria but to many civilizations and species across the world. His legend would be eternal, as would his words and wisdom.
For now though, he was just a stallion, about to bang the literal goddess of creation. With no further words, Faust allowed him full access to her marehood, winking in anticipation. He lowered himself, his newly grown and strong cock, was rigid, leaking with pre that dripped in large globs upon the bed and her body.
He aligned himself with her gaping pussy, already expecting pure euphoria on a massive level. Yet, the second his cock barely touched her outer lips, he already felt Elysium closer to reach then physically or mentaly possible.
The heat, the simple touch, the utter maddening joy of juices that coated his cock, was firing every inch of his being with heightened pleasure, he knew subconsciously, no mortal would survive. As his cock tip began to spread those luscious lips of his goddess, he knew that he would never enjoy another mare or creature like this, ever again.
Her walls spread around him, welcoming his stallion hood with rigorous love and pleasure. Her juices provided an easy glide towards her center, allowing his shaft in whole, to be fully covered by her juices, sending magic all around it to touch every nerve, every zone of joy to him.
At first, Faust didn’t allow herself to feel the pleasures of flesh to her body, yet she knew that his joy would come at seeing her wither with ecstasy as well. This was her one and only chance to do so.
She indulged in the immortal’s envy.
Fireworks and magical burst lit up her sensory, as she was overloaded by allowing this form to take pleasure. Her body spasmed instantly, her front hooves immediately latching to a pillow to hold on tightly, while her hindlegs squeezed to keep him inside of her. She pushed her endless limits on the body, as well as his to make sure they both got the best of everything life, reality, physically, mentally and spiritually, could offer.
With every sensor that can come to mind and beyond was triggered, everything else but this moment was meaningless to them both.
Dusk had shoved his entire shaft, deep into the hole and womb of the Goddess Faust herself. His eyes had managed to open, to see her eyes full of pleasure for the first time. Mortals would have long passed on just by the contact; this pleasure being beyond comprehension.
Walls closed tightly around his shaft, pussy flowing with insane amounts of juices onto the bed. Balls full of endless see, waiting to be released onto this deity below him.
Air was without meaning here, yet they took in laboured breaths around them with no meaning. He lowered himself more, to wrap his frame around her own. His forelegs wrapping around her midsection, holding her tightly and close, still trying to burrow himself into the depths of Elysium.
Faust for the first time moaned loudly at the large intruder, deep this avatar body. She had not just put her mind here, but her essence, her very being into it, to experience everything possible in this form. What would be overkill for mortals is but just the beginning for them.
Dusk having gathered his mind back from high above, knew that this was just the start; the colt turned stallion, began to took his cock back, letting his organ scrape every inch of her walls as he resided from her. The white alicorn shivered, feeling the form trying to keep him inside her, wanting it to stay lodged and buried in her.
When he was almost out, with just the head of his shaft near her entrance, he paused, waiting for a moment. He saw that she was feeling it, now more then ever, she was here, not acting like a goddess and being above him. When he was eating her out, she wasn’t there, just allowing him to enjoy the simple taste of flesh.
But she was here. She was with him, fully and immense into the pleasure. Her eyes showed that this was her first and only time to enjoy this. It was then his duty, not just as a future alicorn and ruler, but as a stallion, as a pony bestowed with magic and power beyond normal limits… to show his devotion and dedication to her. To fall into harmony and take the mantle, to bear witness to the dawn of a new age in which he would do what he could to make the world a better place. All of this, would be done in her name. Faust, Alicorn of Creation, Mother to all, Goddess of Harmony, he would do so in that name,
With a grunt, he slammed his massive shaft back into her, earning a powerful whinny of joy and euphoria from the goddess below him. This was not like Nightmare Moon. This was not like Eris, or Silhouette, or Chrysalis. This was not a fantasy that anycreature could think of, or could comprehend. This was not an imagination in which he would have achieved.
This was his duty to fulfill and he would do so with intent and pride. Dusk held himself again, in there, fully lodged into the goddess’s womb, making sure that he was as deep as possible. Then, he pulled out once more, making sure that his head stayed near her entrance again, earning another moan from his goddess, before slamming it back in. His massive balls hit her clit, triggering a massive flood of juices to squirt from her body. The bed had long since dredged(though it hardly mattered since it was an artificial construct for this realm) and began to creak and shake as the two alicorns began their mating ritual.
Dusk was aware of his new found growth, his new found strength, and his body. Air around them was non-existent, so that allowed him to push past limits. Pain or discomfort was not part of this anatomy. Adrenaline and stamina was endless to near absolution. Pleasure was ramped up to beyond comprehension, with the intent of release, completely on his own free will.
He was going at it, not gently like a lover, not hard like a professional, and not with purpose with the intent to breed. The stallion was pushing imaginary limits to please and fuck the goddess before him, doing everything possible to get as much of a reaction from her as he was trying to gain as much pleasure from it as well.
The way he rammed his cock into her quivering depths, the way his hooves held her in place to secure his rhythm, the powerful thrusts with the force of his legs he put into it. The knowledge of having complete and total control of his orgasm, was what made him truly go all out. He was going to make this last.
And he did. For an undisclosed amount of time, Dusk Shine and the Goddess of Creation fucked like no other. None bothered to reach an end, but their bodies continued to produce an impossible amount of bodily fluids amongst them. The bed long since made idle into a construct for their fucking, was just a mere incolvince to how to go on with their bodies.
She pushed him off and made her way to the balcony, hiking her hindlegs to the railing, where if this was the mortal world, anycreature could see them. And by seeing them, they would witness an alicorn mare, the goddess of creation, getting immediately mounted by a purple stallion resembling the future ruler of Equestria.
Without novice, he immediately mounted her, standing on his hindlegs and shoving his length back into her, causing her to moan loudly to the construct kingdom. Being a creator, she didn’t need her horn to do things, she just did it.
She made it so that ponies and creatures that happened to be passing by, saw the commotion and lewd act of two ponies mating in public, loudly and without restraint, in the tower room belonging to Celestia.
As the false creations around made their objections or cheers noticeable, Dusk took it as a challenge to make sure they knew that she was just another mare that needed to be bred. He moved his head to her mane, grabbing as much as he could of her mane into his mouth and yanking it hard, earning a whinney of joy to echo from the goddess’s mouth. Their combined juices cascaded from their bodies and began to fall off the edge of the balcony railings, leading to a waterfall of debauchery and scents. She then made it so any creatures passing by, were caught by their falling secretions and were appalled or instantly sent into arousal states, latching on to a nearby willing pony or creature.
The mane also tingled in his tongue, again, not feeling like an actual mane but something designed solely for pleasure and the pleasing of their bodies.
Faust shifted the scene around them, to being at the center of Manehattan, where the busiest section and the heart of the city was. Right in the middle of Manehattan Time Square, in front of thousands of busy bodies, Dusk and Faust were placed. This time, Faust was now face on the floor, hind legs up, with the stallion continuing his pounding into the mare in broad daylight. The ponies reacted as they would have in real life, with shock and awe, as well as disgust and with many in interest. One pony she created instantly had a camera strapped to him and he moved in close and behind them, which fed to the giant monitors and television around Time square. Hundreds, if not thousands of construct ponies watched, as two alicorns fucked like ravenous animals on fake/live feed. The loud moans of the creator echoing louder than the busy streets, the powerful thrusts and noises of the stallion the mare, making more impacts than those faux ponies crashing into things, being distracted by their matings.
Once she had enough of this, she shifted the scene, once more, this time, she was riding Dusk, his large shaft being buried in her cunt, while riding it. Their area was now night time, deep in the middle of the Everfree forest.
It was a haunting scene, being in the middle of the most dangerous forest in the world, yet it bothered none of them, as Dusk humped up and into the goddess. Nothing stopped them, not even as Faust created a scenario where they were surrounded by hundreds of dangerous and deadly creatures, all lurking and watching from the shadows. Hydras, manticores, timberwolves and more.
Her voice carried greater lengths than the creatures themselves, the patch of grass below them was instantly a puddle turned mud, with their juices splattering around them.
Dusk wasn’t sure how long each scenario was, but to him it didn’t matter. They seemed to stay in some place long or some place short. The cities, the forest, the mountains, Canterlot, Ponyville, the desert, deep in the oceans of Seaquestria, Tartarus, even the moon. Wherever they went, Faust and Dusk would leave an impressionable trait or their whereabouts in that area, despite knowing the false reality this was.
Hours, days, weeks may have passed between them, yet time was irrelevant, as they continued on, never climaxing, always spilling their juices, changing positions or styles or new and old acts. Different methods, different fetishes, altering forms and more. What was the longest time he has been with her, Dusk had long gained back his sanity and perhaps more. Insight on how to please a mare, how to hold back, despite pain, endurance, fatigue and such not mattering, there were many lessons.
But just like the world, the stars, the universe and reality itself, it had to come to an end. The story, their story was coming close and Faust was needing to return to her immortal plane of existence. She brought them back to where it all started, the hallways of visuals and where he first came in.
As they returned, Dusk now suddenly had the feeling of an impending climax. Faust herself decided that she too, wants to experience it. As she gave him back the control, Dusk looked upon his goddess, his maker, the creator and wondered how this would end.
Faust leaned in, gave him a kiss, a kiss that was anything but wonderful and euphoric; it was the kiss that sealed the deal and he finally climaxed. The unspecific amount time he had spent fucking her, was finally rewarded, with the most powerful orgasm he had ever had, or ever will.
His tip flared, his balls retracted, his body held her tight, his mind leaving for Elysium once more, he unloaded a lifetime’s worth, an undisclosed amount of seed. What time he had spent with her, had finally come full circle, as he unleashed his loud, burning himself deep into her womb and spilling out a sacrilege amount of seed into her.
She in return allowed this body to experience an orgasm one and the only one of its kind, to release every ounce of fluids from it, to trigger every tingle, every pleasure point, every nerve to be hit and to finally release what all females in every species across the universe sought, release.
Pure and high euphoria on an action so strong and so powerful, it brought tears to many. Walls clenching around him tightly, her body hugged around his whole to keep him tight and in her, the surge of seed buried deep inside of the body that it felt like it would spread to every pour, every cell of this body and to replace it with it.
Their minds merged into one, having experienced a level of euphoria only compatible with two souls at the same time. With the amount of seed that was filling her, she allowed it to disperse into a vacuum, for he would not stop climaxing anytime soon.
Each twitch of his body and hers, showed how long they had delayed their climaxes, with time having been stretched and held. Their bodies continued to produce a biblical amount of fluids, unheard of or unseen. The floor below them just drank it up but left no lasting impressions outside of their bodies.
Though Faust had already planned for their end, she needed to enjoy this once more. The pleasure of flesh, the feeling of holding someone in their natural form, to wield and understand what it meant to be mortal once more.
Hours after their initial start of their climax, Faust finally relented and caused it to cease from their bodies. Both gasped as their final stretches to the finish happened, with their bodies trying to squeeze out every last bit of pleasure, keeping their minds focused on making it last. Dusk knew he would never experience anything like it ever again, yet it will be something he hoped that never would end.
He pulled out his shaft from her gaping, gushing pussy, still firing off his remaining minutes of cum and decided to bathe and baptize this goddess, knowing this may never happen again.
His cock spewed large thick ropes of semen into the air and over her body, covering her once more in his fluids, this time on purpose. Faust marveled at this, seeing the ropes firing from his tips and coating her perfect body in this form. Each trail covered her belly, dripping down her sides. She opened her wings beneath her to allow them to also be covered.
He staggered half forward and stood over her, spraying his remaining seed all across her chest, up to her neck and finally covering her face in his essence. The goddess of creation was being covered in the seed of creation; the thick white globes covered just about every inch of her face, allowing herself to be marked by him. Most of it covered her eye, some went into her nose and mouth, her ears and all over her horn.
WIth the final dribbles of what remained in his tip, he lowered his cock over her head and smeared what he could over it, spreading it where it didn’t cover before finally letting the rest to be swallowed into her mouth.
The act was odd, but not unwanted, as she suckled the remaining strings on his flare, nursing it like a foal on their mother.
Dusk sighed, for the first time allowing air to fully enter his lungs, again despite not needing to. Faust finished her suckling and allowed his stallionhood to return into his protective flesh. The stallion had gained back enough of his senses to realize everything that had happened to him and the fact that he was now standing over a goddess. His mind slowly returned and began to take in the information that he just bukkaked and coated the literal goddess of creation, with his cum.
Said goddess noticed his awareness and his actions returning to him. She giggled, allowing more of his seed to be swallowed. “Relax Dusk, you did well.”
He blinked once, then twice, and felt the scene shift around him once more. He found himself back to normal height, not tall or lengthy, the Alicorn before him no longer covered in his seed, as if nothing happened. Both were clean and dry with no mentions or hints of what participated between them had ever happened.
Dusk stared at the goddess, his mind clear, his anxiety and nervousness gone, his fear of the four who had tormented him now nothing but a weird memory and he felt… renewed.
Faust gave him a warm motherly smile. “My foal, my son, my dear Dusk Shine Sparkle. What I have done for you, is something no other will ever experience, what no other creature will ever do, nor even imagine. What has happened here will only ever be but idle thought to any and all creatures. You will not remember this, any of this, but you will return to the world, where your life will begin anew.”
Dusk looked at her, feeling the confidence in her voice but still carrying the doubt and worry. “B-But what if I can’t face them again or the others? What if I fail to do what I need to, to protect Equestria?”
Lauren leaned in, brushing her head against his, wrapping an arm around him. “My little pony, failure is what makes us who we are. It is how we learn and grow. What I told you about your fate, may not be remembered but it will be there in your consciousness. There may be times when it feels like the world is against you, when something seems so bleak, that you just want to run and hide. But you should always remember that you have those around you that are willing to help you, to stay with you, to fight alongside you. Friends, families, allies…” A smile fully formed on her features. “Lovers, they will all be there to help you in your time of need. Again, there are many futures, many time lines and while you know your fate is written already, there are so many ways to change it, nothing is truly set in stone, nor on paper. You guide yourself to a better future, not what others say or do, as long as you are willing to learn the lesson or teach that lesson to others, your future is what you make of it.”
She gave him a kiss on top of his forehead and moved back. “Good Bye, my little Dusk Shine. I will always keep a watch on you and even when you can’t remember what has happened here, you will treasure what you learned in heart.”
A bright flash of light and Dusk Shine left her realm.
The alicorn of creation, Goddess Faust herself, spoke.
“To the outside viewer, tell me… what do you define as fate? Do you rule out control of divinity or, is your life in yours?”
The End
Author's Note
ALRIGHT THEN!!! 
I AM READY!!!!!!!
