Everywhere and Nowhere

Cerise sat in a nearby chair, shaken from her heartfelt outburst while Lady Ewe waved her dreamcatcher staff over her. Tears stained her cheeks, eyes puffy and red as whimpers and sniffles escaped her mouth. Once passing over her chest, the jewel embedded within the net flashed twice, much to the dream faun’s disbelief.

“Sweet lucid dreams,” she whispered, turning back to Beatrix, Bellatrix, and the rest of their comrades. “There is another soul housed wit’in her body!”

“I don’t believe it!” The witch blurted out. “How did this happen?”

“A-Ah don’t know,” admitted Oona, lips pursed. “When Ah originally checked her, there was only Cerise’s soul.”

“Is it Doppia?!” Midnight suggested, his nostrils flaring and teeth clenched.

“No,” the azure sheep dismissed. “There isn’t any trace ov her either!”

“T-then whose soul is inhabiting this body with me?!” Cerise asked anxiously. The dancer knew she was a partial reincarnation of her mother, Pacific Glow, and shared the same spirit. Did the Vice Lord somehow manage to split them apart?

“I think I understand,” Shadow Scythe spoke up, standing next to the distraught dancer. “A soul can’t randomly appear in one’s form… unless it’s always been there.”

“What do you mean?” asked Beatrix.

To which the reaper proposed, “This isn’t Doppia’s actual body. If the Vice Lord can possess other people’s shapes, who’s to say this mare isn’t another unfortunate victim?”

“Ooooh! That would make a lot of sense!” Mini-Trix gasped, smacking her fist into her palm.

“It must have been faint durin’ th’ hassle at th’ Crystal Empire,” Dion proposed. “We were strugglin’ tae keep ourselves conscious. Sae we couldn’t have noticed.”

“I sensed a great amount of turmoil during that little outburst,” added Zeloph. “Doppia has likely been suppressing the inhabitant through endless torment. It’s a miracle the original mare held out for so long! But with Doppia now gone…”

“The soul is steadily recovering,” Bellatrix presumed. “And this mare, whoever she is, will likely want her body back.”

“B-but… what does that mean for me?” the dark dancer said in a frightened tone. “I can’t just expunge myself! I don’t have a body to return to yet!!”

“Souls are not fragile things,” the pale unicorn stated. “I’ve harvested plenty for myself during my career. But if one contains enough willpower to persevere, my soul is at risk of being assimilated. It’s why I mostly stole from those weaker than me until I was confident I could take a more potent soul. Like a scavenger…”

Shadow Scythe said the last part as a form of self-beratement. A reminder of the many crimes she committed in blind arrogance. She nearly jumped when Oona patted her shoulder, offering a kind smile.

“All can be forgiven in time,” the sheep sage assured before returning to the matter at hand. “This is why th’ Vice Lords are sae dangerous. Th’ damage they can cause once a spirit is corrupted tends tae be irreparable.”

“Now, where have Ah heard that before?” Dion scoffed at the demi-human, who squeezed his arms together.

He also wore a guilty expression, recalling all the mortal lives and souls he nearly extinguished with zealous rage. “Yeah, don’t remind me…” He muttered.

“But even a broken spirit can heal from th’ deepest ov wounds,” Lady Ewe continued, her warm honey-brown eyes fixated with the amber orbs of Cerise. “Overcomin’ yerself is just, if not mair important than overcomin’ yer enemies.”

The jade mare took the faun’s words into deep consideration. Feelings of desperation and lingering spite continued to stirr. It was evident the spirit Cerise shared a body with was afraid. And the dancer knew she couldn’t get strong unless she addressed this issue.

“You’re right,” Cerise admitted with a weary sigh. “I-It would be selfish to use this mare’s body for battle. I’d be just as bad as Doppia! Is there… any way I could contact the spirit within?”

“Aye,” Oona confirmed, fishing into a pouch before pulling out a green elixir with sparkling liquids inside. “This should help ease yer mind an’ body when ye sleep. Sae take a spoonful tonight, an’ you should be able tae interact th’ mare’s soul.”

“Thank you, Oona,” Cerise smiled, accepting the potion before flinging her arms around the wooly shaman. “You really are the best~!”

The dream faun tittered affectionately while the rest of the party sighed in relief. Midnight especially was grateful to see his wife would be okay, a big smile spreading his snout.

The hyper-stallion settled onto the ground to rest, worn out quicker than usual since he hadn’t been able to fulfill his needs. A colorful plume spread around him as Mini-Trix appeared in his lap. “Is that a smile on your face, Middy?! Goodness, it’s been so long since I last saw you with one~!”

“That it has,” he replied and beamed wider.

“How about we play some chess later? You like that, don’t you?” She poked his snout.

“Sure do!” He touched his gold ring, assured that his wife would be okay. That’s what mattered!

“Alright, laddie! Enough mopin’ around.” the warrior ram called, patting his shoulder. “Back intae th’ fray. Th’ twins were in th’ middle ov kicking yer 🅰🆄🅽🆃 before th’ commotion started!”

Both Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer gave teasing giggles while they followed their lover back to their sparring corner, hips swaying with every step. The blue pegasus set Mini-Trix aside and nodded with flustered cheeks, his fist balled.

Aware he needed a better restraint over his hyper-stallion nature, Midnight made a silent vow not only to be a better warrior but a better husband. So, with a spear ready in hand, the soldier resumed his friendly bout with Dion and the crystal maids, winded under bodily strain.

“Don’t suppose you wanna continue where we left off?” Cerise asked the reaper, who studied her with folded arms before addressing the cherub hovering by her shoulder.

“Do you think it’s wise for her to try again?”

“Hmm. The soul seems to have settled for now, at least,” noted Zeloph, placing a hand over the mare’s slender torso. “I think she’ll be fine, so long as she doesn’t push herself…”

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to take it easy this time,” Cerise agreed. “Sorry for coming at you hard, though you probably deserve it for all the stuff you put us through!”

“Heh. That I do,” replied the reaper, casting a self-deprecating smirk. “I wronged you and Midnight, so I’m willing to do whatever I can to make up for it.”

“The same goes for me as well,” the demi-human reminded, dropping his sarcastic tone.

“Relax, It’s fine,” the dancer assured and clutched her upper arms, a little ashamed of how she acted. “You don’t owe me. Nor do you, Beatrix! I want to stand proudly beside everybody!”

“You will! You’re a heroine!” Beatrix smiled warily, giving her friend a tight squeeze before letting her, Shadow Scythe, and Zeloph resume with their little spar. “It’s hard to believe everyone’s acting so civilly! Maybe this can all work out!”

“Told you sae~,” Lady Ewe teased her lover, cupping her shoulders and planting a wet kiss on the unicorn’s snout. “Come, Ceann Oga. Ye’ve been slackin’ on some much-needed trainin’ as well!”

With colored cheeks and a sly smile, Beatrix allowed her teacher to pull her away to the opposite corner, where they proceeded to practice their spells and Onomas.

“Once again, another day is saved by the Great and Powerful Mini-Trix~!” The cartoony unicorn chirped happily, doing a victory jig.

“Yes, yes, we’re all very proud,” Moxxi chimed in, a false look of happiness on her face. “Na, if ya would be so kind as ter TURN OF THIS RATHEAD CENSOR 🆂🅷🅰🅼!!”

“Nu-uh!! I won’t allow you to taint these poor kids with your potty mouth!” The tulpa proclaimed, leaping away to make distance from the angry imp.

“GET YOUR FAT 🅰🅿🅿🅻🅴 BACK ‘ERE, YA 🅵🅻🅰🅿🅿🅸🅽’ 🅳🅸🅲🅴 🆁🅾🅻🅻🅸🅽’ 🆃🆆🅸🆃!!”

The pair chased each other around the courtyard while Bellatrix observed with a slight smirk curling her lip. Nonetheless, she was delighted to see her family, friends, and enemies unite together. Even with the odds stacked against them, the group managed to forge new bonds that all of them considered improbable.

But now, the future certainly looked much brighter, whether they faced Doppia or the Burning King.

After vigorous hours of sweat and blood poured into strengthening themselves, the party earned the rest of the day to relax in the spa room. Bellatrix had slightly modified the tub to accommodate the new number of people. The women took one side, and the men claimed the other. Their clothes were piled on benches. The only ones not taking respite in the tub were Mini-Trix and the twins, ever dedicated to their service and work. Nonetheless, they wore matching frilly one-pieces that barely concealed their voluptuous assets.

“Aahhhh~!” Moaned a flushed Beatrix, accepting a glass of champagne from Wet Nurse once the steamy waters half-submerged her. “A chance to finally relax! It’s been way overdue!”

“Definitely well earned, Miss Beatrix,” Foal-Bearer agreed with a giggle while passing a glance to the other mares and women. “You’ve all worked so hard today! So, please, don’t be hesitant to ask my sister or me for anything you want!”

The coral pink ponies lined up and bowed in unison, “We live to serve~!”

“Of course,” the witch snickered. She slid her hands up to grope and massage her ample tits, nibbling her lip. “It’s nice to let the girls out like this~!”

“Oh, for sure,” Moxxi said, a wide-toothed grin stretching her painted lips. She had finally managed to scare Mini-Trix away, thereby nullifying her censorship clause. Grabbing a handful of her own perky chest, she commented, “I’m surprised your boobs don’t float ter the bloomin’ surface. Y’kna, bein' fake an all~.”

“Hey! They are not fake!” Beatrix exclaimed defensively. Moxxi and Oona, Shadow Scythe, Cerise, and Bellatrix gave her a skeptical look, causing the flustered violet unicorn to sink a little deeper before admitting, “Okay, so I slightly enhanced them. But they were naturally big before!”

“Weak~” The imp teased. “I’d sha off how big and beautiful me bristol cities are, but they’d look loike mere pebbles compared ter the absolute mountains bestowed upon our lydy lamb~!”

“P-please! They’re not that big,” Oona complained shyly, blushing madly while her ‘not so big’ mammaries were on full display.

“Oona, you’re arguably the most busty out of all of us,” Cerise snickered with sincerity.

“It’s alright to be proud of having large breasts,” Beatrix added, squishing her own alchemically amplified titties together. “I bet most men would kill for a handful of your pillowy chest~!”

“Ah have been told A’m quite motherly,” the azure sheep considered while she washed her cloud-like fleece, droplets cascading down her plump curves.

Cerise ran her palms over her own breasts, pursing her lips. “Man. Doppia-or rather, this mare’s chest is quite sensitive,” the dancer noted while pinching her nipples. “Still, as nice and slim as this body is, I prefer my own set of girls. These boobies are too small for my taste!”

It was then Cerise felt a chill run down her spine when she looked over to Shadow Scythe, who grimly stared at her own lithe chest.

“E-eep! I-I mean, not that having small boobs is a bad thing!”

The reaper huffed with annoyance. “I don’t see what the fuss is all about. Having breasts the size of boulders gets in the way of combat!”

“Spoken like a true A cup angst~” Beatrix tittered playfully and wobbled her tits to taunt her, earning a scornful glare from the pale unicorn.

Overcome by an estrus she hadn’t snuffed out that left her even moodier than usual, she spat back, “Shut your whore mouth, Belladonna!”

“Aww, don’t be so glum and edgy,” Moxxi reassured, splashing over to the reaper’s side. “Nuffin’ wrong wif bein’ flat as a board. In fact...” The imp leaned closer to Shadow Scythe’s right ear and whispered, “...I kna a certain someone 'oo prefers 'is ladies petite~!”

Her icy blue eyes followed Moxxi’s pointed tail towards the boy’s corner of the tub, where her cherubic brother was seated. And while she made no further comments, Shadow Scythe felt her heartbeat quicken and her face burn. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help the sly smile curling her lips.

As the girls continued to talk about boob merits and which overall boasted the best bosom, a similar conversation would stir between the guys. Zeloph and Dion, while no longer picking on each other, remained on unsteady ground. Midnight, however, was fixated with his wife, longing for the day he could hold her to his fluffiness again.

“Could we interest you in something to drink?” The twins offered the woeful pegasus. But he simply ignored them, leaving them to walk away awkwardly. The ram’s expression soured when he addressed the soldier.

“Awfully rude tae ignore a woman’s invitation like that, lad.”

“H-huh?” Midnight said as if waking from a daze, rubbing his spikey mane. “O-oh! Right, s-sorry. I’m just a little depressed, that’s all.”

“Oh, for heaven’s sake, will you get over yourself?!” Zeloph exclaimed. “You did one thing morally wrong. That’s a mere blemish compared to the list of atrocities I’ve committed. There’s no need to mentally punish yourself!”

“Ye’re steppin’ out ov line,” snorted the ram before admitting, “But th’ midget’s right. Sulkin’ over th’ past won’t make things better. We’re warriors, laddie! We stand back up when life brings us down!”

“...” Midnight warily sighed before turning his body towards his fellow comrades. “You guys are right. It’s just I feel like I’ve made myself weaker by trying to get stronger.”

“Well, instead of working harder, you should be working smarter,” suggested Zeloph. “Did it ever occur to you that your wings are valuable weapons?”

“M-my wings?” He tilted his head, spreading one plumage. His reaction made the cherub narrow his eyes.

“… You mean to tell me you’ve never once considered batting your foes with those massive pinions? So what, did you think they were only meant to fly you around places?!”

“Y-yeah?”

The angelic demi-human’s expression went deadpan before he slowly brought his face into his hands. “... This is a joke, right? Y-you have military-level training! You can’t be this dumb!”

“Hey, lay off th’ snark! Th’ laddie is many things…” Dion began protesting but found himself unable to come up with answers while Zeloph harshened his glare. “... okay, admittedly, he’s not that bright. But he’s got his heart on his sleeve! That’s what counts!”

“T-that’s right!” Midnight beamed. “And you know what they say about a stallion with big wings! We’ve got that big… wing energy!” The pegasus attempted to laugh off his own joke while his two male comrades stared blankly at him.

“... The sad thing is he actually thinks that funny,” Zeloph stated dryly.

“Yeah, actin’ machismo just isn’t yer thing, Middy. Ye’re not exactly alpha material.”

"What!?"

“Oh, and you are?” the cherub snorted.

“Ov course Ah am! Have ye looked at me?!” Dion rose up to flex his chiseled muscles. His biceps, abs, and back were scarred with battle prowess. His cock, semi-hard, throbbed over two bowling ball-sized orbs dressed in black wool. The ram flaunted his musculature through poses, much to the appreciation of the twins, who openly ogled the studly specimen.

“Women go fur guys who are both bold an’ confident,” Dion chuckled, arms behind his head to show off his torso. “A’m a pure-bred beefcake, lads~!”

“Alright, you made your point! Just sit down and stop waving your wand in my face,” Zeloph grumbled, his cheeks colored.

“Heh! Jealous, aren’t ye?” He teased before submerging into the steamy water.

“You wish I was jealous of you.”

“I-I can be an alpha male too!” Midnight insisted as he lifted his body from the water, attempting to strike similar poses. Both the ram and cherub gazed over the lean muscle and bumps that made up his stature. The ram found his maroon eyes looking over the large flaccid cock poking from his sheath. The pegasus wasn’t even hard, and his length almost surpassed his own!

“Well, those hyper-stallion genetics certainly gave you th’ bod,” Dion admitted, noting how well-hung his friend was. He chuckled, “Lucky bastard! Mah dick would ne’er go dry if Ah were in yer place!”

“Now, who’s the jealous one?” Zeloph scoffed before observing Midnight’s physique. “So, much like Beatrix, you cheated your way into gaining those arms and abs? Weak.”

“W-what? N-no, I didn’t! I was muscular before, just… not always this size,” Midnight bashfully protested, his cheeks flustered.

“Well, size alone isn’t the only factor of being an ‘alpha,’” the demi-human continued, deciding to play along. “You gotta have the mindset. And as far as that goes? You’re a beta male at best.”

“I am not a... w-well, actually…” Midnight sat back down to think it over. It was true. He wasn’t precisely assertive as Dion, nor did he possess leadership skills on a level like Zeloph. Perhaps he should be taking more notes from the two. The pegasus wanted to prove to Cerise’s father he was a worthy successor, after all.

“Pft! An’ where do ye stand on th’ social male ladder, O’ knowledgeable Fallen One?” Dion asked, arching an eyebrow. The vain angel gave a sly grin before snapping his fingers to summon a pair of sunglasses. Placing them on his face, Zeloph resting his elbows comfortably over the tub’s edge before answering,

“Sigma male for life~.”

“Yea, that sounds about right,” the ram shrugged, having to agree. “Well then, ‘sigma male.’ We both shared our proud packages. Where’s yer cock at? Or are ye scared tae show how wee ov a schlong ye’ve got~?”

His taunt was met with a hard yank of his beard, drawing his eyes into the narrowed gaze of Zeloph, who tranquility stated, “There is nothing wrong with my penis size.”

“Then quit yer stallin’ an’ show us!”

“I don’t have to put up with--h-hey! Let go! Get off me!!”

The two proceeded to wrestle each other amid splashes, the ram trying to seize the slippery cherub out of the water. Midnight watched before hearing Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer tittering at the scuffle. His emerald eyes were drawn in by the latter’s bountiful breasts and the former’s foal-bearing hips, as memories of the twin maids who once pursued him flooded back.

They had teased, sucked on, edged, and masturbated Midnight, yet never gave him the chance to fuck them. And the more sexual tension they repressed, the more strength and potency the hyper-stallion would achieve once he finally mated. The blue pegasus remembered his first, epic sexual session with Cerise, filling the hyper-stud with ambivalence.

His dick twitched when his eyes drifted back to the women on the opposite end. The way the soap suds and droplets ran down their nude forms made Midnight groan with need.

It was true many women couldn’t keep their hands off him, drawn by his scent whenever he grew aroused like they instinctively sensed he could pass his potent genes onto their offspring. Not to mention the unimaginable pleasure he provided when he serviced them! And as the ache tightened in his loins and muscles, he realized how long it’s been since his last romp with a mare! He needed release to stay sane!

His attention turned to Cerise, who was stretching out her limbs to puff up her petite chest. Despite the crystal mare’s body, his mind and hormones reminded him that this was still his wife. And Midnight had a natural duty to lay claim to her fertile marehood and pump Cerise full of babies. A duty he had sorely neglected.

A pained moan escaped his snout when he clutched over his raging hard-on, the white of his eyes flashing red. His moans turned into growls, which alerted everyone in the steamy tub.

Dion and Zeloph ceased their tussle and came to his aid. “Laddie? What happened?!”

“Huuugh! I-It hurts!” the pegasus groaned, his veins bulging angrily.

“Midnight!” Cerise called, splashing her way over with Beatrix, Oona, and Shadow Scythe following behind. Bellatrix stepped out of the hot tub as the twins dried her off with a towel, watching.

Moxxi shook off the water with gyrating hips before placing her claw over his shoulder, instantly quivering on the spot. “H-hoooohoho fuck~!” she said giddily. “This stud’s backed up wif so much lust, ‘e’s burnin’ up! The Cynthia. The pleasure! Hehehaah! Exquisite~!”

“Aww, shoot! We’ve been so occupied with the mission, we haven’t had time to settle down!” Cerise frowned, and her lip trembled, recalling how they were supposed to make love after the banquet before the attack interrupted them.

“C-Cerise, please! H-Haaah! I need you,” Midnight whined desperately, clutching her hand tightly.

“Oh, hubby…. I know you do, but I can’t! It wouldn’t be right for us to fuck with this body, knowing the mare inside can’t consent!” The crystal dancer turned to her friends and asked. “Could any of you girls help him out? Please..?”

“Ah know Ah said Ah would help, but it’s been a while since Beatrix an’ Ah had some quality alone time. So we planned tae spend tonight fur ourselves,” Oona said apologetically. “Sorry…”

“Normally, I’d offer myself, but I’m still recovering from creating the additions to the manor,” Bellatrix explained, her snout pursed. “Plus... you’re simply not my type, I’m afraid.”

Midnight gulped, casting an uneasy glance to Shadow Scythe, whose cheeks flustered while giving a deadpanned “No..!”

“Leave him to us!” Wet Nurse proclaimed, squishing her boobs into her sister’s and batting her eyes at him. “We can handle the stud~!”

“We’ve been longing to have a taste of that hyper stallion dick for some time now,” reminded Foal-Bearer, as they too recalled events at the manor.

“Then Ah hope ye don’t mind if Ah join you,” Dion interjected, licking his chops while eying the luscious, barely-concealed crystal mares. “A’ve been meanin’ tae get my dick wet as well.”

“Y-yeah! That works for me,” the hyper stallion panted, leering hungrily at both carol pink mares, too horny to argue. He was sure the burly ram wouldn’t mind the challenge of seeing who could satisfy their pinned-down partner first.

“Yeeess~! Finally, sum good old fornication!!” Moxxi cheered, rubbing her claws between her legs and bosom. “Aw this rabbiting about tiddies an dick ‘as got me aw hot! Ooh, I can’t wait ter shove a whole-”

BONK!

“Oww!” The imp yelped as her brother whacked her on the head with one of Mini-Trix’s starry-themed bats.

“Off to horny jail with you!” Zeloph proclaimed while taking swings to usher Moxxi out of the steam baths. Yet with each subsequent hit, he only provoked more lewd responses from his lusty half-sibling.

“Mmmmhfm~! Ya loike swingin’ that bat ’round, don’t ya, brother~? Well, c’mon! ‘it me ‘arder~! Bonk your naughty sister for bein’ the filthy ‘arlot she is!”

“W-will you knock it off? That’s disgusting!!”

“Then ’a come your cheeks’re gettin’ rosey~?”

Shadow Scythe finished drying off as the demi-humans flew off and retrieved her robes with a disgruntled look. “All this promiscuous prattle makes me want to puke,” she muttered, ashamed of her new desires. “I need to meditate…”

Not too far off were the twins, Dion and Midnight. The crystal mares played with the warrior’s scarred chest while he kept both hands around their waists, murmuring amongst each other.

He turned his head back towards Cerise as if to silently ask for her permission once more. She smiled knowingly and nodded while she toweled off, aware he needed this to survive.

The dark crystal mare disregarded Doppia’s black tutu, figuring Beatrix would conjure up more fitting clothes to wear. Instead, her focus was on the potion Lady Ewe recommended for her, swishing the contents around with a swirl. Then, with the bottle in hand, she took her exit as well.

“Sister, Lady Ewe,” called out Bellatrix, who crossed her arms. “While everyone is settling down, we should try to locate Canterlot soon as possible. You need to head out first thing in the morning.”

“Good idea,” nodded the witch, lathering her wet body with the towel before waving her clothes back on. Oona did the same when the pair followed the she-devil down into the basement, where the eldritch abomination awaited to rekindle its bond with its demon hostess.