Hail to the Queen, baby!(Edited)

Dusk Shine against Four Mothers

Hail to the Queen, Baby!

A grumbling Eris walked back to the set with a script in palm. She snapped her fingers, causing a director’s seat and a twinkie pen to appear. She took a seat on her chair; the back said ‘Bitchin Xt+1=kxt’. Her claw tapped for a moment then she wrote on the pages with the twinkie pen, crossing off this and erasing that, and writing over other things.

Once done, she sighed and threw the papers up, where they got stuck in the air. A megaphone appeared in front. “Alright fuckers! New script! New lines! Six months later!... And more sexy scenes are ready!”

“Lights!” An assortment of rainbow lights scattered the stage.

“Camera!” A flip phone floated in front of her and began recording.

“And… ACTION!!!”

After spending the day outside, Dusk and Thorax thought it was time to return back home(for some reason) to make sure that his foals and Thorax’s siblings weren’t being traumatized by his parents. “-So with what we have talked,” Dusk continued on as they approached the library. “-maybe if we open a refuge for changelings, it could help reconnect those who are lost or in need of a home.”

Thorax nodded with a brief hum. “Even if you can get approval from the other princesses, where would we relocate? I mean, it's not like there’s an open space in the middle of-”

“The Castle of the Two sisters!” Dusk said almost enthusiastically. “Where Luna and Celestia used to live before. We could convert it to a new hive for you and any changeling willing to reform. Plus, it could act as a way of keeping a piece of history alive!”

Thorax bobbed his head to the sides. “Would the Princesses allow that?”

Dusk Shine shrugged, but kept his attitude positive. “I don’t see why not, plus they might agree if it meant knowing that the castle is being used in any form or capacity instead of being left to be ruined.”

As they approached the library, Dusk reached for the door, only to have it fly open, missing him and Thorax by inches, with Eris being tossed out like Tom was after Rarity recovered from Eris’s hypnosis. She flew out, skidded and landed in some pretzel shape of some kind with bruising all over her body.

Both Thorax and Dusk had jumped out of the way, though when they saw who it was, Dusk’s form slumped in sympathy crossed with annoyance written in his face. Making his way to the pretzel form of Eris instead of looking inside first, he wondered if the hospital would welcome back the draconequus.

Upon approach he saw that while she was disfigured, she didn’t seem to be in great pain or agony in such form. He stared down at her battered face and sighed.

“Okay, how, what, or why did you piss off my mom?” As if he knew the answer already. Eris blinked through her bruised and swollen eye while the other remained untouched.

“Ho-How you know it w-was your m-mom?” Her voice came out in fragments, most likely due to the damage on her throat or mouth.

Dusk merely raised an eyebrow. Eris knew he was calling her out and she gave a sigh. “I tried to bail out through the window but she came in. She at first saw me as a threat, so I tried to reason with her, apologizing profusely but she just smiled… creepily and said that ‘the only reason she is not trying to strangle me, is because of her grandfoals’. Also, she knew that if I was here, it meant you had forgiven me.”

He nodded but waited until she continued. Thorax meanwhile peeked inside and his jaw dropped.

Eris then waved her lion palm in the air around her misshapen form. “Then she began to tell me that should I ever chose to harm you again, that I would-”

“-Come to regret and turn you into a pretzel and/or make sure that they will never find your body.” Dusk finished with much annoyance, hearing this many times before. “Yeah… uh my mother told that to Cadence… after the wedding in case she turned out to be another imposter.” ‘Chrysalis was to be in a no ‘line-of-sight’ with mom,’ He reminded himself.

"How the fuck is she that insane or strong?" The chaos goddess asked as she tried to untangle herself.

Dusk gave a small snort and used his magic to help her. "That's just her natural strength as a mother, you should see her when she's pissed off to the max." He sighed as he gently uncurled her arms. "Ok and what else did you say?"

A sigh left her as she grumbled about her next thing. "I may have told her that I originally wanted to use you to help conquer Equestria but it fell short the second I mentioned Screwy becoming involved, but I tried to correct myself but I, well… I got turned into this.”

Dusk gave a nod in understanding. “You got hit by ‘Mom Mode ’.”

“Is that what that shit was?” A nod. “Fuck… why haven’t I dealt with…”

“Because you four were stuck in dimension with only each other. There was little to no threat against them so you haven’t experienced what you would do for Screwy or them if someone came to harm them. Faust forbids that ever happens.”

Eris blinked at this. For someone to use the name of the creator and ‘her’ mother was… not a usual or vivid detail as prayer or a swear. Most use ‘Luna’ ‘Celestia’ or some other deity.

“Where-” She began but was cut off by Thorax.

“Uh, Dusk? I think your parents might have gone overboard with the whole ‘grandparents’ thing.”

Dusk swore to himself and walked to the door, where his jaw hung agape but then his face contorted with the visuals and morphed into a deep, unsettling groan.

It was so bad, Thorax shuttered and gave him a look. “Even I felt that.”

Inside, the library had been transformed into different sets of settings based on holidays, locations, vacations and such… creations at the claws of Screwball.

From Heartswarming, to tropical islands, to faux birthdays and more. Each scene was taken with the rapid haste of thousands of photos by his parents, who used camera after camera, roll after roll of film. The chaos was… ideal as Screwball was having the time of her life with a picture of herself and her siblings. Mirage was oddly compliant and going with the speed and the hectic operation around themselves. Their chitin had a curious on going glow that made him wonder if all this love was good for her well being. Also… did she grow in height?

Nox was either trying to understand what the next setting was about and learn about it or trying to find some sense of stable reality, but couldn’t keep up with them. He ran from one set, switched from another, then stumbled and found himself on another set.

Umbra looked absolutely miserable as he was changed, had his picture taken and moved around, all unwillingly. His face stayed grumpy, his body was slumped and stationary and he looked like he was about done with this whole ‘capture-the-memories’ thing Dusk’s parents were doing. One picture had him with a sombrero and a mustache which made Dusk’s mother squeal with delight but his sister Screwball dying with laughter.

He has probably been done with this since the start. Though he had the option to morph into shadow, why didn’t he leave?

A small part of him knew that perhaps it's because despite Umbra’s misery, it's an experience he has never had before and is just enduring for the sake of… family?

Twilight and Night were enjoying themselves like the Heartswarming day they recreated at least a dozen times. Though the presents were real, they changed with each new one with age. From bibs and blankies, to foal toys, to books and so on.

Dusk wanted to intervene on behalf of his foals and save them from the brutality of his parents' insistent needs to be grandparents, but at the same time… he dealt with this shit before. The only difference was he had to suffer with it for two decades, they were only dealing with it all at once and that was it.

He walked, casually and without stopping by, followed by Thorax who kept his eye on his sibling and then slowly by a crawling Eris, who tried to remain as invisible as possible without magic drain.

“Mom, Dad, are you guys almost done?” He asked as he headed to the kitchen.

“Almost Dusk!” His mother Twilight sang, “We are in their first decade and want to make it extra special!”

Dusk absently nodded while they passed through. Umbra gave a small look of pleading, ‘Save me!’ He had quietly begged.

His father gave a small, ‘Just a bit longer,’ mouthing, which only got his son to sigh dejectedly and continue the onslaught of photos and humiliating poses and costumes. Dusk hoped he didn’t hate him after.

In the kitchen, he prepared a sandwich. “So Thorax, you think with the amount of love Mirage is receiving, she may help Chrysalis recover by giving her some?”

Thorax settled on the kitchen seat, while Eris sat, somehow conjuring an ice pack… made out of ice cream.

“It’s possible, though liquid love would be more suitable and more potent.”

Eris half turned to him with a questionable gaze. “You mean like cum, right? Like cum? Pussy juices?” Dusk instantly turned red in the face; the mention of the said liquid Thorax had forbidden him from thinking.

A small glare came over Thorax but he turned his head back to the living room, as if expecting his sibling to come in here but felt nothing but Mirage distracted by Dusk’s parents before sighing. His glare remained as he refocused back on her. “You're lucky Mirage is distracted or I would be adding to your injuries.” A small fanged hiss left him.

Eris blinked, then cocked her head, then lifted the table cloth to look underneath where he sat and looked in between his legs, seeing a standard pair of equipment before she rose back up and looked at him with a perplexed look. “Since when did you gain big balls to talk to a demi-goddess like that? Shit, I am actually half intimidated by you.” She gave another look underneath. “And half curious to what would happen the day Mirage reads into a book on pony anatomy or the eroticas that Spike hides in his-”

“Okay, moving on!” Dusk quickly interrupted, trying to stray away from the conversation, though he made a mental note to question how she knew of Spike's eroticas and he didn’t.

Thorax blinked with a continuous steady glare before he relented and focused back on Dusk. “Liquid love,” He quickly shot a venomous glare at Eris. “Not. That. Kind.” He emphasized in a low toned growl before mellowing out again. “-will have the desired effect though as much as I loathe to admit it,” He sighed and half shrunk in his seat. He flicked his head towards Eris. “She is not… half wrong.”

Dusk blinked as he stared at Eris, who suddenly grinned and gave a ‘ha!’ at Thorax. The male alicorn shrunk and sighed. “Really?” He groaned.

Thorax gave a grumble, not liking the idea either. “That or again, a potent source of love. Something I believe Princess Cadenza could produce since that was the sole reason mother went after her.”

Silence reigned in the kitchen and Dusk felt like this was some shitty excuse to get him back her for the shit she did to him. Nightmare was the actual start of that, but Eris slowly pulled him into it. Now he had to bed the queen of the changelings in order to wake up.

He actually dreaded how he was going to wake up the queen of shadows next.

He half turned to Eris. “You think that you could-”

“Nope!” Eris answered gleefully.

Dusk slumped. “You don’t even-”

“Yes I do.” She returned.

Dusk growled. “Well can you at least-”

“Heh… naw!” A toothy grinned response.

“What about-”

“Only if I watch!”

He grunted. “Not allowing my-”

“You already got a fanbase for your recordings, so no point in hiding it.”

He half choked, “What?”

She shrugged. “Hey, they are freaks, what do you think is really happening?”

“What’s going on?” Asked a very confused Thorax, belittled by their pseudo inside talk.

Dusk shook his head. “Don’t ask, though you did bring it up.” He sighed and gave a half hearted chuckle. “It's so like me to end up with the difficult task of trying to figure and solve the problems of everyone, right?”

“Like it's your destiny or some shit, right?” Eris answered half truthfully, with a serious nod. “Like… like if this is some shit in some dude’s head, writing it down and making it like the only way to wake us up, is like some sweet but sexy sleeping beauty, erotica.”

Thorax stared at her like she had just grown head with another head to it while Dusk Shine half glared, with the other half in distrust, “That better not be your erotica or ours you’re writing about.”

Eris shrugged. “I’m part of it but not the sole writer. Sides’, just being in it gives me chills on what’s the next plight in our upcoming sexual conduct.”

Thorax gave a visible shudder and excused himself to see if he could be distracted by Dusk’s parents or something. Dusk shook his head and focused on making his meal once more.

Eris saw that despite his alicorn ascension along with his close-to-demi-god status, that he looked drained. Mentally at least. She actually felt for him, since in part, she was somewhat mortal. The other part was just waiting for a certain amount of chaos to be unleashed to regain her ‘demi-goddess’ level of magic back.

Her and the others gave up their lives so that their young could live, meaning that giving up your immortality, longevity and most of your magic. It actually unnerved her how close her and the others were on the verge of dying. If they had, how would their foals get out? Would they have figured it out on their own or be lost in that-

“Eris, you okay?” Dusk interrupted her relapse. She blinked and focused on him.

“Huh?”

He squinted a bit at her. “It's… not unusual for you to go quiet for minutes at a time, especially when you are off staring into space.”

She knew what he meant and it was difficult to give him the breakdown.

“Yeah… no… I don’t…” She sighed, giving in to allow herself some dialogue and some character growth. “When you… when we were sent to that place, we didn’t know if we were gonna get out. When the kids were born, I was scared because for the first time in my entire life, I didn’t know if I was going to make it. That pain only increased when I wasn’t even sure if we could save them.”

A sniff and a conjured yellow cheese slice was in her hand. “I-I-I swore, we vowed; me and the others, that if we do get out, we would change our ways. We would make sure that our mistakes wouldn’t be passed to our foals.” She blew into the cheese, creating a wet mess, though Dusk didn’t give it a hint of disgust. “No more evil, no more pranks, and we could skip over the montage of our reformations if it meant saving them.”

A sad chuckle left her. “And to be quite honest Dusk, if it weren’t for Screwy’s inheritance of not just my magic but yours as well, I honestly don’t think we would have survived long enough. And if we died there… then how would they get back to home if they never knew what it looked like?”

Well, now Dusk felt like absolute shit and it tugged so hard on his heart strings that he actually swallowed and rubbed his chest. His loss of appetite was instant and he knew that if this was a way to rub salt on wounds, then Eris sure had a habit of doing it in the most unlikely of times.

The draconequus gave a small comfort smile. “It’s alright Dusk, I know that if you knew of any of this, you would have done everything to get them out.”

His brows furrowed a slight. “Get you out.” He corrected her. Eris tried to retaliate but, “Regardless of what you had done, I still would have gotten you all out. If I had known, I would have. Just because you are my enemies,” A pause followed by correction. “Just because you were my enemies, didn’t mean I would allow you to die.”

‘Dammit’ Eris thought to herself as her heart fluttered. ‘When did he become such a carrying stallion after my… our hearts?’ She half chuckled, half sobbed. “Yeah, I meant it before; We really don’t deserve you.”

He gave a half smile. “No… no you don’t but you need me and now, if you keep your vows like you said you would, then we will give them the best years of their lives.”

To prove that point, a squeal of laughter was heard, followed by Dusk’s parents and groans or growls, most likely from Umbra, in the living room. Looks like they were done and the photos had come out. Eris smiled warmly upon hearing that laughter and closed her eyes with tears. “Upon my heart, upon her life, I swear I will change.”

That was all he needed. He was about to express his joy on it, when a small burst of magic on his horn alerted him that someone had just tried to enter into the room of the other villains that wasn’t a doctor.

He quickly stood up from his seat as seriousness set in. “Someone just breached the other’s room.”

Eris nodded and quickly went to his side. Without another word, he teleported them back to the hospital.

A powerful burst of magic filled the room as Dusk and Eris arrived to see… Nightmare Moon out of her room and in this one… along with the two guards. Both had their weapons drawn but not pointed at her.

Dusk was confused by the situation, as there were no doctors or nurses in here. “Nightmare, what are you doing here?”

Her back had been towards them, keeping it as such when they arrived. She gave a small glance back at him before refocusing on both Chrysalis and Silhouette.

“I apologize for the disturbance, Dusk,” Her voice was even and stoic, though the underline was she was keeping her tone down. “I had merely come to find out the intentions of our remaining comatosed mothers here and to be quite honest, this has been difficult. Awakening them has to be through unusual means.

“Yeah I am noticing a pattern on that part,” He half grumbled, earning a grin from Eris and a light tint on Nightmare’s face. The guards remained absent from the inside joke.

“Sir?” Asked the one on the right. “Should we return her back to her room?”

Dusk shook her head. “No, I will be fine. As is, I hold the power to contain them all here. Please take a break in the meantime and I’ll contact you if needed.”

The guards gave a salute. “Yes sir!” Though weary, they left with occasional glances to the two villainesses. Eris waved at them with a smile.

“See ya Generic Guard No. 1 and No. 2!” The two left with much less enthusiasm.

Dusk face hooved. “Eris, don’t call the guards generic, it's rude.”

“Ah come on! You're not even gonna see these guys again! That’s how it is in most of the show. Walking or just idle NPC’s! No wait, that’s video games. What do the others call them? Um… background ponies!”

“Stop.”

“You don’t even know their names! Plus budget cuts in the beginning seasons have them all look the same.”

Dusk sighed, shook his head and turned back to the dark mare. “Nightmare?”

The mare in black gave a glance, having ignored the shenanigans that transpired and turned to him. “While I was meditating and trying to regain my magic back, I picked up on Chrysalis’s and Silhouette’s dreams. With what we have faced and dealt with, I hope that they do not try to jeopardize what we hope to create here.”

Dusk blinked at hearing that, a small lifted brow formed on his face. “And that would be?”

“Peace for our foals.” Both Eris and Nightmare answered in unison. Tension was instantly gone, he relaxed and moved up to focus on Chrysalis.

“Then will she be a problem or can she be trusted to put aside her ego for Mirage’s sake?”

Nightmare gave a small shrug. “I am unsure of how to answer that, but perhaps if I show you her dreams, it might explain what our best course of action would be.”

Dusk pressed his lips together. “You can dreamwalk now?”

“Only for a few minutes. If I had enough magic, we would be able to communicate with her as well but alas, I can only show her dreams and not influence them.”

Dusk gave a glance to Eris who gave an odd finger gesture with her end digit pointing up but the rest in a first.

“Oh, it's a thumbs up!” He blinked. She clarified. “Your good!”

Right. He gave a nod to Nightmare and her mane her eyes closed as she focused. Her mane floated above her and she began to conjure the current dream of the Queen. “Oooh… this has audio, right?”

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A small sniff from Nightmare and sure enough it began to project and give audio. Dusk saw the images forming and instantly knew what was being projected. It was Canterlot, more so it was the wedding of his brother and Cadence. When Chrysalis kidnapped her and assumed her position. Oddly… music began to play as it focused on Chrysalis… who remained undisguised for them but the mirror showed otherwise.

It began like an orchestra, soft tones with flutes, piano and the like. The image slowly focused on Chrysalis from afar but a slow transcending view into the room where she was at. She tried different styles as she made herself look beautiful. Looking in the mirror, she lightly danced and swayed on her hooves, smiling as she did but the intentions unsure.

The door briefly opened, someone or somepony telling her it was almost time. She gave a gleeful nod and as the door closed, she gave a laugh. It was difficult to tell if it was giddy or evil. A flash of green and she changed into her true form, signifying her intent. Then, a heavy hit of metal instruments began...

“This day is going to be perfect, the kind of day of which I dreamed since I was small,” She gave a look at her dress with slight disgust but settled on it. Noting it was nothing she would wear, she conjured it into her frame and continued her little serenade to herself.

“Everyone will gather round, say I look stunning in my gown. What they don’t know is that I will come to rule them all!”

The dream stayed on her, a few drones zipping by the window in secrecy as her plans came to fruition.

“This day is going to be perfect, the kind of day of which I dreamed of since I was small,

While I don’t care about having cake, with these ponies who want to celebrate, my wedding bells will be rung by those who hear my call.

While I hate to wear this dress, I won’t be tasting any cake, but vows? Well I would be singing as I say, ‘That through any kind of weather, I’ll want us all to be together’. My truth is that I need his heart most of all!”

“No I do not hate this groom, for my heart bleeds to bloom, I just wish for him to be all mine!”

“I won’t let him escape for it will be way to late,

Find a way to his heart beyond this day

Hope I'll be flying if I say

I will fear that I may lose him, to those who want to abuse him;

To not hold in all his love but cherish it all each day.”

“For I love our bloom, All my heart does he consume.

Oh Dusk my knight in armor, I'll be with you very soon.”

The heavy blast of music continued as the climax continued with Chrysalis arriving at the center hall with ponies and disguised changelings to see them off. Dusk was there along with Celestia and the others.

‘Finally the moment has arrived, for me to be one lucky bride! Oh the wedding will be fake but he’ll be the one I shall take; Prince Dusk my amore will be … MINE!

ALL MINE!”

The dream then ended with his betrothed to Chrysalis/Cadence and her alone, causing the dream to end with Nightmare’s magic leaving her. Dusk was left speechless at what he had just witnessed with the whole change in the Canterlot Wedding. Nightmare Moon had frowned fully at the implications of Chrysalis’s true motives to keep him to herself. Eris… had been banging her head this whole time while having a lighter in one claw and the other had two end digits up in the air like horns with the rest in a closed fist.

When the song ended, she actually cheered, summoning a low quality level background of cheers. “Whoa! Fuck yeah! That’s some heavy metal shit right there! Never knew Chrysalis was into that! Though with a bitch like her, that would make sense.” A pause as she peered towards Silhouette. “So maybe she is going to be ‘Doom and Gloom’ metal.”

“Focus!” Hissed Nightmare. “She wants him to herself now.”

Dusk cocked his head, slightly altered by this news but he tried to think back into the dream. “I-I didn’t see anyone else. The wedding was a year and a half ago. Maybe this was a situation she wished could have played out instead of with my brother? And not to mention, what the fuck?! Cadence is married to my brother?! I mean, she is in love with him, not me, why remain in that disguise to marry me? That makes no sense!”

“Yeah, that also doesn’t explain the magical cue, dual singing of her and Cadence. Like… when you two were trapped in that cave, was she singing to herself and you were not aware of it?”

Dusk was now irate with her. “Will you stop breaking the fourth wall unless it's something we are in dire need to know of?”

Eris actually quieted for a moment staring at him. “How-”

“I don’t!” He snapped, “But unless whatever you have to say doesn’t break the rules of reality, please let's just get through this.”

Eris huffed and crossed her arms. “Fine, but that still is a fucked up thing about ‘dressing up’ as your foal sitter. And by the way, Reality is my bitch! I can break her like one.”

Dusk groaned and shook his head, giving up on her. “Fine, with what we know or don’t know, she just wants me and for fate to have been different. Doesn’t mean she is still evil.”

Nightmare gave a short shake of her head. “No but her choice may affect our foals. It would be best if she revealed everything to us without the need of retaliation by either us or the princesses. Last thing we need is imprisonment by the Princesses because of her ego or Silhoutte’s madness.”

Dusk gave a shake of his head. “As long as you are around me, I will protect you all.”

Nightmare regarded him curiously though she said nothing. She refocused on Chrysalis. “Have you found a way to wake her yet?”

Dusk sighed and he felt that he didn’t have to explain to her as Eris was grinning like a cheshire as she was spoiling it to her. “Yeah, he has to fill her with liquid love.” She cackled. “A.K.A, he has to fuck her and spill his spunk into her to wake her swiss cheese butt up!” A pause. “Oh, and maybe some lovey dovey stuff like, ‘I love you’ and ‘We’ll be together forever’ and stuff like that.”

Nightmare cast a look over her before landing on him. “Why would that be a problem then? Isn’t that something you like to do?”

“No!” He yelled. At first, Nightmare was surprised by his reaction but realization of what the implications were and why, coursed through her head. She realized that this would be payback or revenge for what they did to him and he did not want to enact his vengeance the same way.

Feeling the drop of mood, Eris switched the topic around. “Well then, if you ain’t going to fill her with ‘liquid love’, what else are you gonna do?”

Dusk had been trying to figure that out. From creating a beverage made by love to buying cider from the Apples that they poured their heart into it. Thorax stated it needed to be a strong concentration, a heavy dose and he wasn’t even sure if he could muster enough love in himself to even give it to her.

He groaned to himself, sitting on his haunches as the only two conclusion would be either to ‘fuck’ her or ask Cadence for help. He honestly doubted that she would do this.

“Hey, why not ask Mirage if they could give their momma some liquid love?” That came from Eris.

Both Nightmare and Dusk glared at her. “I am not going to ask Mirage to give their love to their mother. Right now, your foals just began feeding on pony food. You have been giving them your magic for their entire lives, so I have no concept of what would happen if Mirage gave up her love to her. Would Chrysalis even accept the love if it was from her own?”

Eris gave a small shrug. “Just a thought.”

Dusk gave a half formed smile. “It's a good one but like I said, I am not sure if it would work. My… original plan had been to give her, actually most of you, enough magic to awaken but each of you had different circumstances to each way. But my backup was perhaps to gain some magic from the Crystal Empire’s heart and give it to her.”

“Save that idea for Silhouette,” Nightmare offered. “While it sounds odd, Silhouette was not fond of the heart, it did give her some power.”

Dusk cocked his head to the side. “Wouldn’t darkness work better on her? I mean… a little dark magic would get her to wake, right?”

Nightmare gave him a look, a small sliver of worry coming through. “I… would advise against it.” She then focused on Chrysalis. “If you lay with her, it may wake her. But if you ask for the aide of Cadenza, she would rouse quickly.” She paused as a second thought added to that and she nodded as if something conjured with it. “Perhaps… this is a scenario where two birds are killed with one stone, is the phrase they use moderately, yes?”

He blinked. “How? With Cadence?”

“She is an alicorn.” The midnight alicorn provided. “If you gave both of us enough energy to awaken us both, she could perhaps do the same. For Chrysalis, she could provide the magic and love to wake her. For Silhouette, she could perhaps give her a portion of the Crystal Heart’s energy.”

“Isn’t her shtick like ‘darkness’ or ‘necromancy’ or some other form of weird and freaky magic? How is that future McGuffin gonna help us out?” Eris asked.

“It is,” Dusk Shine answered. “But from what Nightmare is saying, is that part of her power does originate from the Crystal Heart. At least, to her origins, she is tied to it but it was until her heart was corrupted did she become its antithesis to it.”

“That’s deep shit with meta origins.” Eris stated though she gave a shrug. “So, then what’s the game plan? How are you gonna convince your ‘Pink-Cotton Candy- Sister-in-law'' to give up some ‘love juice’ and some ‘crystal mojo’ to bring both of them back?”

Dusk gave a sigh. “I honestly don’t know. Shining Armor is still weary that Chrysalis and Silhouette are still alive and around me.”

“But you're okay with us?” Eris asked. Dusk gave a side glance and felt that question was rhetorical, giving a slow nod.

“Yes… though convincing everypony else is a whole another story.”

“Literally,” Eris added.

Nightmare gave a small huff. “Regardless of how any of them feel, they shouldn’t harbor any hatred towards the foals. Our mistakes, our own, our sins are not to be inherited by them.”

“No need to remind me, Moony.” Eris hugged herself. “I am still trying to deal with the fact that it's only been two days since we left that place and I’m afraid that this is all a dream or something.”

Dusk saw her flinch and even Nightmare shuddered. He pulled them close. “Right now, you are just trying to make sure your foals are alive and while I know it's going to be difficult, we can get through this. All of us.” He motioned towards Chrysalis and Silhouette. “And when both of them recover, then I will stand before everyone to defend you. You are changed, physically, mentally and perhaps more. Almost a decade and a half of being trapped should be enough punishment.”

Nightmare felt warmth to his words, despite their early interactions not siding well with him. His care for them was severely unwarranted, yet he still gave it to them. It almost burned her heart to know that this stallion they had tortured still had a heart worth a million ponies.

Eris sniffed. “I swear if I hadn’t re-wrote all my original dialogue in this chapter, I would have fucked you right now in front of her then make her fuck you because you are seriously making us love you more and more with your heart, dude!”

And now… that moment of heartwarming words was gone with Dusk sighing so heavily, that it warranted for the nearby glass to fog up in his annoyance. As it did, Eris quickly drew a heart with it and drew all their initials with a plus sign over his name.

“Why not send Cadenza a message to ask if she was willing to help? After all, while I know she may have no care for us, she may help if it means knowing she is saving the mothers of her nieces and nephews.”

Dusk’s face scrunched up into something a mix of impressed along with slight disgust until it settled on mild bewilderment. “That… is actually something that I can see her doing, mostly out of mild interest to mild happiness to helping foals out.” A small pause and his eyes squinted. “Is that something evil or a kind of exploitation?”

“I think this falls in the line of ‘chaotic good’ there Dusk.” Eris clarified. “She is laying out a possible answer with positive benefits that may seem negative or not up to the standards of the normal, but the outcome is a benefictionary that could contribute to a more helpful and perhaps better solution to our predicament.”

Both alicorns gave her a look of ‘What the fuck?’ at her intellectual explanation. “What?”

A shake of their heads. “We still have to-”

Suddenly, the light in the room cut out and since this area had no windows except for the hallway, they were left in darkness. Eris blinked, her eyes glowing briefly yellow in the dark. “Okay, who forgot to pay the electric bill?”

Nightmare had easily adjusted to the dark and sighed. “Can you not turn them on?”

Eris snapped her fingers and a small spark left her digits but nothing. “Sorry, still in recovery and spent it on that ‘crowd’ for that music video applause. What about you Dusk?”

No answer. Both turned to where he was at and found the space empty. “Dusk? Where’d you go?”

“Nightmare? Eris?” He called out in the darkness. “Where’d you go?” He couldn’t believe it was this dark in such a small room. It was as if the very light of the world, of reality, was drained and taken away. Not even his recently inherited alicorn status helped. He ignited his horn to light his area, only to find himself in some vacant dark area. “Where am I?” He finally asked out loud.

Silence.

No echo.

Alone.

Then... a cold breath on his neck that sent a dreadful spike of ice down his spine. His fur shot up in fear, his heart began to pace and his legs quaked with fear.

“Silhouette.” He calmly whispered out in a chilled breath.

The very shadows morphed into a white fanged smile from the darkness, as he felt cold wisps of air morph into solid mass. A hoof of icy steel touched the back of his folded wings, making his whole body tense with cold at contact. Her mouth pressed lightly on his ears, a small nip causing it to flicker. Her body of frigid fur pressed to his side and the smell of charcoal, roses and misty nights filled his nostrils.

“Oh… Dusk,” She lightly hissed to his ear, making his body spasm in place as the gentle kiss of her breath breached his canal. “How I missed you…” Her green eyes poked in the darkness though the lack of dark magic that normally cascaded from them was absent.

“How are you able to do this?” He asked, ignoring her teasing tone. “We are trying to heal you right now.”

Her form fully materialized in front of him and he was greeted with a calm smile. “I am aware… and pleased that you are trying.” Her smile was probably the warmest thing that radiated from her. “And I hope our son is doing well?”

He nodded, noting her lack of harsh or deep voice that normally dwelled within her. “He and his siblings are being cared for right now.” A pause and he furrowed his brow. “He is very proficient at gambling though.”

A soft giggle left her, wisps of small cold air leaving her. “He’s a future king, my Dusk and to conquer any game, any plan, is in his genes.”

“Not unless we can teach him the kindness of Friendship and Love.” He countered.

Silhouette gave a faux pout. “I never said he would be a ruthless king, Dusk.”

He shook his head. “So, are you truly in a coma or have you been faking it then?”

She shook her head and moved to the front of him, her full body in view. “No, my body is still frail, but that is due to the light. I need to be in darkness to recover.”

Dusk nodded his head. “I figured it was that or we could ask Cadence to give you some energy from the crystal heart.”

Silhouette didn’t say anything, rather she frowned and turned her head to the side. “I would rather not interact with her or the Heart. In my weakened state… it may permanently kill me. At best, I would return but not for much time after recovery and I would not see my son grow.”

He grimaced at this. “Damn, there goes that idea. So then what? Darkness? We put you in an area of no light and then?” She nodded.

“You must also pour dark magic into your horn,” A slow grin formed. “Then you give me back some of the darkness you took from me.” He blinked and was about to open his mouth but she cut him off. “By giving it the same way I may have given it to you.”

He groaned. “Seriously, what is with me having to have sex with you four in order to recover a thing?”

“That shouldn’t be a complaint to a male such as yourself. Besides I figured that you wouldn’t mind-”

“This isn’t about revenge!” His voice echoed around them both, causing her to flinch. The calm demeanor left him and in it was an angry stallion. “I won’t ever do that to you, not if it meant destroying what I stood for!”

The genuine in his voice told her that he was not going to pull through with it. He was too kind for him to partake in such a heinous act. Once upon a time ago, she would have found that attractive and perhaps even enduring of a stallion, much less one on his power level. But since her return and her son’s birth, she has changed her ways.

She gave a small nod. “Fine, but I do need you to fuck me, on the account that you still have part of my essence in you.”

Dusk blinked and his eyes furrowed. “In me? Your magic or essence?”

She nodded, turning from his gaze. “Yes and even now I sense that-” A wisp of air blew her mane behind her and instincts told her to turn. She did, seeing nothing behind her. When she turned back to Dusk, it wasn’t him.

Nightfall stood taller than and in front of her, glaring down at her. His very presence and the fear that radiated it off him, put in perspective on how intimidating he was. She was the shadows that lingered in the areas out of light and day but Nightfall was the literal void, the end of light and darkness and everything else to exist. He took a single step to her, which was enough to make her lose control of her hold in the shadow realm and promptly shoved Dusk back out into reality.

“Ow! The fuck?!” Dusk had promptly been tossed back and landed on a very distraught Eris, who was still recovering from her earlier beating.

The alicorn groaned as he landed on her, face on her chest and his crotch on her own. Nightmare had barely flinched upon his re-entry though she did see this awkward position. “I would suggest that you save your next physical coitus for Silhouette instead of a used toy, Dusk.”

A playful growl left Eris, though she did give Dusk a wink, a kiss and a few dry humps against his crotch that rubbed their genitals together before she stopped. Nightmare ignored her and refocused back on Silhouette. “I assumed she spoke to you?”

Dusk blushed at the quick and public interactions with Eris but quickly removed himself from her and nodded. “S-she did, but she said not to use the Crystal Heart or Cadance. It could be her undoing?”

“What kind of shitty plot point was just made here if we brought it up a few seconds ago?” Eris groaned. She then paused, reached behind her and pulled out a small booklet that had her writing on it and began to flip through the pages. Dusk approached the comatosed dark mare.

“She said that her body needs to physically recover in darkness, no light whatsoever.” He then sighed, frowned and dropped his head. “And… I do have to give her some of her darkness back the same way she gave to me.”

Eris briefly looked up from her booklet, nodding. “Yeah, some much needed clop on plot right there,” To no one in particular she spoke to.

Nightmare nodded. “That would make sense, though I assume you wish to do her with some consent instead of just indulging yourself.” Dusk gave her a look and she sagely bowed her head. “Then ask the staff for an area closed off and-”

“The basement,” Eris cut off, as she put her book behind her and grinned. “Yeah there, but we need to make that place darker than a ‘Batmare cave on Nightmare Night.’ Also, a much more comfortable bed.”

Dusk gave a small groan but nodded. “I think that is going to be the next theme with Chrysalis too, right?” Eris nodded.

“Well yeah, this is a clopfic. Very few actually read this for the plot.”

Dusk took the gurney of the comatose Silhouette down the elevator and to the basement of the hospital. He had to teleport to the elevator to avoid suspicion and perhaps… having to explain the fact he was trying to fuck an unconscious mare awake. Yeah, that definitely would have sounded un-princely and perhaps a little… dark.

Sighing, he had entered a part of the hospital where rarely anypony visits. The boilers and storage area. He shivered as he wheeled her through the area, reminding him of the scene in that one movie about the mare who kills ponies with scissors or knives on her wings.

“Faust, this is wrong on so many levels,” He muttered to himself, where he finally ended up in an area of the hospital where no light was used. An empty space of darkness in the corners off the building and the only light was his horn and those behind him. To make it as dark as possible, he shut those lights off, leaving him in a low violet dimmed area.

He stared at the form of the unconscious dark mare. “I hope this is worth it, you know. I am really not a huge fan of the dark or raping.” He snuffed his horn light and the void welcomed him.

He waited, hoping that just the darkness would rouse her but he had yet to hear anything but his own breathing. Grunting, he touched the gurney. “Are we really doing this?” He asked out loud to no one and yet to her still sleeping form..

No response.

He sighed and shook his head. The idea of what he was about to do was not arousing him, so he had to go directly to the source. He felt around her and traced his hoof down her body. A shiver left him as he drew near her hind quarters, the only part of her body which felt warm. As he slowly made his way, he noticed a unique scent of roses and mist with a touch of licorice spice.

His hoof touched her tail and a warmth spread over him, as not far below, was her tail hole and below that, her labia. Perhaps that was the source of the scents; which now started to work its magic as it infiltrated his nostrils. A flare as he inhaled deeply, those wonderful blends slowly burrowing in and affecting his mind and his body.

A mad blush of heat rushed to his face, his hoof made its way around her flanks, brushing her Cutie Mark. A pause as he realized that he had never paid much attention before on it, for she always wore a red cape that covered her flanks. Now that she lacked it, he saw that she had a red crystal heart surrounded by green, dark magic. The heart was fractured only half way(Unknowingly to him, it had been split in half before the exile.) with small lines of cracks.

The soft tush of her flanks made him sweat, for he never really paid much attention to how squishy she was(since he was raped) and how wonderful her flanks felt. By now, the scents, the touching and the knowledge of what was about to transpire, had his organ leaving its sheath and slowly bounce with anticipation. His mind was fighting with his instincts, to not remember that he was doing this to wake her but to try and enjoy the mare who wanted this.

He had no way of avoiding it. He lifted her up in the air, then teleported a bed made for them and then set her down. It was a standard bed but this would be more comfortable for them both.

Now he was fully hard with his stallionhood out and fully erect from its sheath. He lowered his nostrils towards her hind legs, taking in her wonderful musk. Magic grabbed her tail and gently lifted it where he was soon blessed with the beautiful privates. Her ponut was a puckered piece of beauty while her teardrop pussy was just barely open, revealing her pinkish internal labia.

Dusk swallowed, as he stared at the beauty of her body, never really being this close and personal on his own. His brief moments as Nightfall with Nightmare Moon was of a violation that he hated and Eris moved a bit too fast. His memories of before with them were scant on this but he felt that this would be more idle to his life.

He leaned in, taking a deep inhale of her wonderful feminine musk, making his stallionhood throb with each breath. His mind fogged as instincts toyed with his intellectual side, a war of right and wrong brewing in his head. Despite the ‘go ahead’, despite the approval to mount this mare in her comatose state, this was so wrong.

But in the end… instincts won over mind.

He pushed his snout against her lips, feeling the only warmth that radiated from her body, trying to rub her scent on him. His mouth spread the lips so he could taste her delicate folds, trying to kiss them as if they would in return. The focus remained that he had to at least lube her up as much as possible, to not harm her in her state.

As he continued to kiss her lips, his tongue pressed through and tasted her insides, sinking into her depths. It was a task he never imagined he would be doing, let alone to a former enemy of his. Yet the forbidden fruit was all the more sweeter, as he continued his passionate attack on her labia. He hopped on the bed and settled himself in a position where he could lift her legs with his magic while spreading her with his hooves to gain deeper access to her tunnel.

Adjusting to a more half sitting position, Dusk continued to eat her out. His cock had been bobbing up and down now, aching for release as it began to drip a small string of pre-cum. It was something he was not used to since he never really did this to a mare before, letting alone one who was not going to participate in it… physically.

Giving up on trying to find reason, he made sure that she was well lubed up, letting his saliva and her secretions moist enough to enter her without harm. As he took in most of the samples of her nectar, his instincts begged him to mount without care, but he pushed that just enough for him to treat her right. Despite being comatose, her body moved without her mind and continued its biological impulses. Her body secreted fluids, her lips winked at the menstruation he inflicted on her and her breathing rose higher.

In just moments, her body produced enough moisture to allow him to enter her without fear of overbearing her. With a snort, he pulled away, leaving a string of pussy juices and saliva and he mounted her with earnest choice and lust filled intentions. His bulbous flare bobbed and smacked against her flank, a small drip of pre-smearing on the flank.

He pressed the head against her ponut, letting it smear more before he pressed it down on her labia, feeling the winking lips on his lower head. As he prepared to penetrate her, he felt an odd chill run up his spine. It was neither cold nor bad in any way, at least the physical aspect but it was the fact that this was the first time he would be in control of the situation. That he was the one doing this all on his own and the mare before him was unconscious.

Eris was right, this sounded like some bad fic written in someone’s head.

He pushed his head through her lips, feeling one of the few warm areas of her body and spread over his shaft, earning a quiet groan from him. He felt her walls, tight and strong as he pushed himself forward more and more, with the squelching of their organs merging. A perfect fit as his bulbous flare pushed further in and her walls hugged his shaft like it was meant to be there. An unexpected union that he never imagined and it was still only just the tip of himself.

The euphoric wave continued as he sank further and further into the dark mare, the walls of her warm cavern continuing to hug him as he entered deeper. By now he was only half way in and he could feel her juices coat him from within. As he continued, her body continued to react, as she hugged him harder and her body let out a moan.

While not fully conscious, he could feel her breathing increase and saw her closed lids fluttering. Dusk found it difficult to maintain control and just fully submerged his length into her, right up to his base with his balls slapping on her clit.

He groaned as he fully settled within, feeling absolute bliss consume him, his mind in haze as the mare held him. For the time, he savored the feeling and reveled in being inside a mare again… by choice. The warmth may have been only interior but he felt his whole body was heated by it.

The moment he felt comfortable and settled with her, he pulled out softly. The squelch of him pulling out was loud, sending a tingling shiver to his spine but as he pulled out half way, pulling some fluids out with him and leaving a glob of fluid on to the sheets before slowly going back in. The process of a steady rhythm began as he sank in fully and then pulled out once more.

Deep, slow thrusts that began a movement of his body dancing, an easy going fucking started and one he felt comfortable with the mare. The more he continued, the more it felt natural for him to give into the lust, the joy of trying to spill himself in her.

His balls slapped against her clit upon contact and his whole body contorted to try and achieve an orgasm. Her own responded in kind by secreting more fluids and allowing him to glide in and out of her with such speed that made this all the more enjoyable. He let himself groan louder as he continued to fuck his mare with ease.

By now, the bed had a sopping wet mess between her legs and their combined juices. As Dusk eagerly fucked her, by now the mare below him was breathing heavier and her body was enjoying the sensation of being bred nicely. Unconscious but physically aware, Silhouette was now fully enjoying herself, as Dusk continued his rhythm. He was not disparate, he was not careless nor fast, but his pacing, his stamina and his ability to actually please her was a true gift of his newly risen prowess.

The session lasted longer than with Eris or Nightmare, for he was in control and he had the time in his hooves. Yet he pushed himself harder to get off. While most try to last longer, he knew this was going on longer than most males could handle.

His balls were clenching closer, his tip was flaring and he felt that inevitable edge approaching close. While not sloppy, he began to thrust with earnest pace and pound into her pussy. With grunts, he wrapped his hooves around her barrel for better grip, squeezing tightly and he gave deep heavy thrusts as slammed himself in her.

He gave a final grunt as he sank himself deep inside her, flooding her womb with his hot vile seed, releasing a hot load of cum in her.

His body reaction was that of a normal stallion as it would, pumping white hot seed into her, but the magic that poured out of him was just as strong. However, not all of it came out.

Dusk slumped as he continued to ejaculate inside of, feeling her walls squeezing his hot organ, while her own body expelled her own orgasm, something that left them both satisfied and content. The pool of fluids had long seeped into the bed and left a large damn wet spot that he no longer cared for.

His head rested over her right shoulder, hearing the soft breathing of her nostrils. As his body relaxed from the heavy climax, he felt small wisps of warm air hit his face. His mouth felt a cool kiss and he opened his eyes to see her own, though a small wisp of green ripped through her eyes and a smile showed a toothy fanged smile.

“Hello Dusk,” A purr leaving her. “You have done well to service your queen.”

Author's Note

Okay so that took awhile and I apologize so here is some clop with plot and a whole lot of nonsense. Clop becomes more difficult for me, so I am trying to branch out and hope it will help.
Please give time for the next thing because... life...

EDIT!!All because this guy can't fucking take the time to do this shit properly!!! - Eris

So it took me years and i mean years!!! To try and find a way to incorporate this song in a story!!! Years!!!!! And now I had and i fucked up by forgetting to include it!!
Note this chapter with chrysalis wad only created because of this song!!! So please re read AND try to listen to it!!