Quashed

Jericho was growing impatient. There had been multiple delays on his grappler, and in the meantime, the minotaurs had only fortified their position. It would be nearly impossible to take down the gate now. It was time to go back to what had worked before.

Under the darkness of the new moon, he made his way upriver. Submerging himself under the water and breathing through a reed, he floated down the stream, landing on the fortress island. Once there, he pressed himself against the wall and began climbing. He had a few tricks up his sleeves, despite rarely wearing a shirt. He would sneak into the fort and slit Steelhorn's throat during the night.

He made it to the top of the wall with little issue. No one was watching this section, as the patrol had just left. With a quick leap, he was back at ground level, having landed in a pile of hay. With a quick look around, he found that luck was on his side, as no one was looking his direction. On top of that, he was right next to the captain's sleeping quarters. Steelhorn was sure to be here.

He peered through the window. Sure enough, there he was, sleeping next to Princess Luna. Pressing against the window, he found it to be unlocked. He slipped inside, drawing his knife. As he inched closer, Steelhorn rolled over. He was not asleep. As he sat up, Jericho ran at him. This would need to be quick.

It was over in an instant. Steelhorn had grabbed jericho first by his armed wrist, then by the opposite shoulder. As steelhorn bashed his head against that of the prince, they found out whose skull was built for heavy impacts. Jericho fell to the floor, dead.

The next morning, Boneshatter came to Steelhorn's room as he was dressing himself. "You know that assassin you found last night?"

"How could I forget?" asked Steelhorn. "I was his target, after all."

"It turns out he was a zebra prince. The same one that just killed Scrimshaw and Hardtusk. The enemy seems to be in a panic again."

"That's a good thing. We don't want them doing well, do we?"

"That's not all, either." Boneshatter produced a glass bottle with a purple liquid inside it. It had a white label printed on the front in the zebra language. "He was carrying this on his person."

Steelhorn raised an eyebrow. "You know I can't read the zebra script. What does it say?"

Boneshatter turned the label back to himself. "It's a bimbofication potion. It instantly turns any female into a large-breasted, cock-loving, mindless sex slave. It contains three servings, and they last forever. Its name is Deus Ex Machina."

"Why would he have that?" asked Steelhorn. "Was he going to kill me, then use this on you?"

Boneshatter laughed. "No, I don't think so. I guess he might have wanted to use it on Luna to discredit her claims. That's just a guess, though."

"Does it work?"

"You know how zebras are. They do the whole potion thing and whatever they were aiming for happens. It's the one thing they're actually good for."

Steelhorn adopted a sly grin. "I know how we can test it."

The two made their way down to the cells. Celestia was waiting for them. Her mane had almost completely grown back. With the click of the latch, she watched as Steelhorn and Boneshatter walked in. "What do you want?"

"Straight to the point," chuckled Boneshatter. "That's good." He showed her the bottle. "We want you to drink this."

"What is it?" she asked. She could read the language, but it was too dark to make out.

"It's your ticket out of this cell," answered Steelhorn. "Drink this potion, and you can come out into the sun. Do you remember what it's like to feel the sun on your skin, princess?"

Celestia opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, cupping her hands in front of her so as not to spill any.

"My, my... Someone's eager today," chortled Boneshatter as he dribbled about a third of the potion into Celestia's mouth. As she gulped it down, her eyelids began to grow heavy and a headache began to form. While one of her hands moved to her throbbing head, the other moved to her chest. She could feel her bra growing tighter and tighter. It was all she could focus on, as her head began to bob to the side. Her eyes glazed over, and she let out a coquettish chuckle. Finally, her fingers found the clasp for her bra and released it. Her breasts, which had grown considerably with her pregnancy, were now even larger.

She crawled forward to Steelhorn, pressing her lips against his sheath and digging her tongue down into it. Her pussy was sopping wet as she fondled his testicles, trying desperately to draw out that yummy cock of his.

"I'd say it worked well," chuckled Steelhorn, letting his rod slip out into her wanting throat. Without a single command, she swallowed it whole, sucking as hard as she could to take in the most flavour. When he stiffened up, he had to pry her off. She collapsed to the ground in front of him.

"Please, master," she begged, opening her legs and stretching her labia apart. "My pussy aches for you! Please, master, fill me!"

Gripping her ankle in one hand and her opposite hip in the other, Steelhorn rammed his dick into her as far as it would go. She was much easier to work with now, partially because of the stretching she'd gone through in the dungeon, but also because she was no longer resisting. His thrusts went unhindered as he slapped his hips against her voluptuous arse, and she was loving every minute of it. Eventually, he came inside of her, filling her with his seed. As he pulled out, she rolled forward, and without hesitation, began sucking and licking the cum from his shaft. She was nothing more than a cock sleeve now.

"Do you ever want to taste this cock again?" he asked. She nodded and said something incomprehensible. "Then you'll do exactly as I tell you from now on. You do that, and you can suck me off every morning. Deal?"

She pulled off of him. "Every morning?" She looked excited. "Of course! It's a deal!" She said nothing else, as she had already began suckling again.

When Steelhorn was cleaned up, he directed her attention to Boneshatter. She didn't care if it was master's cock, she needed to taste it. It was all she could think of. Steelhorn took the bottle and removed Celestia's ring horn. "After you're done, let the boys upstairs have a turn. They've earned it. I'm going to go ensure that Luna stays on our side." Exiting the cell, Steelhorn made his way back upstairs. He had a brand new plan to enact.