One moment, everything seemed unfortunately familiar for Rarity; the darkened cavern beneath the Mare of Liberty that had been her workshop of perverted horrors. The next, a brilliant light forced the alabaster unicorn to shield her eyes from the brightness. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she lowered her arm, and the sight nearly brought tears to her eyes.

The Crystal Empire.

Rarity’s eyes threatened to water up as she just stood there and soaked the sight in. She, Starlight and Vinyl seemed to have appeared in a grassy clearing surrounded by a large city of white tents. Off in the distance in one direction was the foot of Mount Everhoof, along with the winding path up its slopes and through the frozen north to Yakyakistan. Turning to look the other way, she saw what must have been the northern outskirts of the Crystal Empire itself, and the tall spire of the palace rising like a sceptre of purity. From the tip of the palace, shimmering auroras danced in the clear blue sky. The fact there wasn’t a canopy of lust-inducing pink clouds hanging overhead felt like a dragon-sized weight had been lifted from the fashionista’s shoulders.

“Miss, are you alright?”

Rarity looked back down, finding a crystal pony mare dressed in a conservative nurses’ outfit staring back up at her. Many years of habit forced the alabaster unicorn to give a quick yet detailed appraisal of the mare before her and, were she still so inclined, she would think her a fine specimen. Despite the non-sensual nature or the white uniform, this nurse had a above-average body with a slight hourglass frame and most likely CC cup breasts hidden beneath. Throw all of that in alongside her navy blue mane in a tight bun, sky blue coat and similarly cerulean eyes, Rarity might dare call the nurse beautiful. Off in her periphery, she saw other ponies attending to Starlight and Vinyl, the former receiving a lot of panicked attention. One of the stallions rushed off in the direction of the city as the others took care aiding the other two unicorns into separate tents. A soft touch to her arm made the fashionista snap the limb away, but it was only the nurse once more.

“Oh… I-I’m terribly sorry, Darling.” Rarity stuttered. “It’s… it’s just…”

“A lot to take in?” The mare spoke up, managing to find the exact words Rarity was struggling to articulate. A nod from the tall unicorn brought an understanding smile to the other mare’s face. “That’s quite alright, miss. Take as much time as you need.” Rarity did just that. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm her fragile mental state. Opening them again, her appreciative mood dampened at the sight of the many, many tents they were surrounded by. She turned back and, for a brief moment, took in this understanding mare.

“Umm… H-How many ponies are there…?” She asked hesitantly, as if doing so might cause offence.

“Recovering?” The nurse asked, seeming not taking any as Rarity nodded again. “We’ve only had about fifty or so new arrivals, as well as a few of the mares on mission return.” This brought the alabaster mare’s mind back to Starlight and Vinyl, and then an even more important pony.

Sweetie Belle.

“A-Actually…” Rarity stuttered, resisting the urge to grab the mare by the shoulders and shake the information out of her. “I’m... I’m hoping to find somepony here. Is there a Sweetie Belle here in the Empire, by any chance?” The look upon the nurse’s face flashed from empathetic to shock, then quickly to tense nervousness.

“We… do have a mare by that name here, but-”

“PLEASE TAKE ME TO HER!”

Rarity’s desperation made her request come across more like a crazed demand. Her closing the distance and grabbing the nurse by the arms didn’t help her optics. Those ponies nearby looked on in shock and concern, while the few guards in the vicinity had hands on their weapons. But they didn’t draw them, nor make a move against the fashionista. As Rarity released the blue crystal pony, she saw the nurse had a hand raised in the guard’s direction; no doubt telling them to hold off for now.

“Ahem, I… I-I am so terribly sorry, Darling.” Rarity stuttered, her alabaster face glowing crimson with embarrassment. “I-I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay.” The nurse replied, though one look in those eyes told Rarity that, despite her calm tone, there was still some small trace of fear. Fear of her; a fact which sent another dagger of guilt into Rarity’s soul. “I take it she’s somepony important to you?”

Rarity nodded. “She’s my little sister. I… I just need to know if she’s okay.” The fear in the nurse’s gaze turned into apprehension, which didn’t do any favours for the unicorn’s hopes.

“Well, she’s safe, at least. I can take you to her, but…” she glanced back at Rarity for a moment before composing herself far better than the former element bearer seemed currently able to. “Just… brace yourself.” Rarity absorbed this and nodded. With that, she was led to one of the nearby white tents. Barely fifteen feet from where she, Starlight and Vinyl had appeared, in fact. The nurse hovered at the entrance flap for the tent and held it open for Rarity. She had to duck her head slightly, given her newfound height, but upon standing up inside, her world narrowed.

There, resting peacefully on the bed in the centre of the tent, was Sweetie Belle.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Rarity’s surroundings no longer mattered as much, and went ignored by the ivory mare as she stepped towards the bed. The tent seemed to fade into the background, as did the nurse who remained at the tent’s entrance. Same for the brown stallion that looked at Rarity like he’d seen a ghost before dashing outside. She paid him no heed, however, her attention focussed exclusively on her little sister as she sat in the bedside chair. Despite now being slightly older than Rarity was at the time of Talvira’s invasion, Sweetie still retained a graceful beauty that instantly marked her as a relation of Rarity. The older sibling took in every hair, every curve, every inch of her body like the day their parents brought her home from hospital. One slight change that failed to escape Rarity’s keen eye was the slightly larger hips and thighs. Though both were obscured by a white sheet that kept Sweetie decent up to her collarbone, Rarity knew the tell-tale signs of a corrupted body, and surmised her sister wasn’t naturally that plump there.

“She’s been in and out of consciousness.” The nurse said softly, her words reminding Rarity of her existence, and that of her surroundings. “However, the times she wakes up are usually bouts of lust-crazed madness with the rare moment of lucidity thrown in. Unfortunately, with all of the reformation gems being reserved for those on Princess Flurry Heart’s mission, all we can do is monitor her condition and help her feel comfortable in a non-sensual way as best we can… I… I’m sorry.”

Rarity turned to the nurse, revealing watery blue eyes. “P-Please, don’t apologise.” She blubbered, wiping her eyes. “If anything, I should be thanking you for taking care of her. So… Thank you, uhm… Oh, I’m sorry, Darling. I completely forgot to ask your name.”

“That’s okay,” the nurse reassured her once more with a gentle smile. “My name’s Turquoise. Turquoise Torniquet, though my friends just call me Tutu.”

“…Well, thank you, Turquoise.” Rarity smiled back, to which the crystal mare nodded.

“Not a problem. If you need anything, just call out for a nurse or doctor and we’ll help however we can.” With that, Turquoise turned and exited the tent.

Leaving the two sisters in silence.

Once again, Rarity felt as if the rest of the world beyond the fabric of the tent had faded away. All that existed was her and Sweetie Belle. The silence felt like a heavy for that smothered any attempts to speak, and the elder sister could already feel her throat begin to choke up with emotion. So, as carefully as possible, Rarity reached forward and ran her hand through Sweetie’s mane. Those lavender and pink locks were splayed out on the pillow, giving her a tired but beautiful visage while sleeping.

“…I… I’m so sorry, Sweetie Belle…” Rarity whispered. She wasn’t even sure what she was apologising for. Was it for failing to stop Talvira? For failing to resist the changes that had turned her to evil? Or for not being there to protect her like a big sister should? The answers wouldn’t come to mind, no matter how much the unicorn silently begged them to. So instead, with tears forming in her eyes once more, Rarity gently extracted Sweetie’s arm from beneath the covers and held onto her hand. It helped her stay grounded, and gave her the hope that, somehow, Sweetie would know it was her and wake up, so she could truly apologise.

“…Rarity?”

A new voice shattered the privacy of the unicorn sisters and caught the attention of Rarity’s swivelled ears. A male voice. A familiar male voice. With wide eyes, she released Sweetie Belle’s hand, stood and turned. Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth at the newcomer’s face, one she thought she would never see again.

“…Spike…”

He stood in the open flap of the tent, his shocked expression no doubt mirroring her own. Both stood in silence, their eyes wandering over the changes to each other’s bodies. For her, Spike had grown tall and strong, his now muscular frame mostly hidden beneath shimmering crystal armour. But, in those green draconic eyes, Rarity still saw the enormous heart of the devoted baby dragon she once knew. For Spike, Rarity had somehow become even more beautiful than he remembered. Her hourglass figure had grown shapelier, though not ludicrously so. She also sported tiny feathered wings, reminding him of Scootaloo. He assumed this technically made Rarity another alicorn, and she had the height to support that claim. Despite the fact he stood taller than most full-grown stallions, Rarity seemed to have a few inches on Spike even without her horn.

“…Uh… I-” Any attempt at awkwardly breaking the ice was itself shattered as Rarity closed quickly and threw her arms around Spike’s neck, letting herself go and crying into his shoulder. The dragon, too shocked to move for a moment, heard the sorrowful weeping of his first crush and slowly brought his arms around her back in a tender embrace. Nothing was said, and nothing needed to be. The pair stood in the tent as Rarity let it all out, and Spike would diligently wait for her to stop, however long that would take.

To say Empress Talvira was seething would be an understatement.

The Amarezonian demoness stood on the royal balcony behind the throne room; her claws digging into the marble of the railing as she looked eastward. Though the mountain obscured her vision, she’d already knew what she would see;

Clear night skies over Manehatten.

For the first time in many years, Talvira was growing concerned. The empire she had created was falling apart. In just under two weeks, four of her governesses had been defeated, three of them being reformed. Not only that, but the Storm King had proven to be quite the annoyance, and her skilled arch mage had betrayed her, slaying four of her children. Said regicide had left Sluttershy heartbroken, and the former element bearer had scarcely left their bedchambers since.

Though there was good news, the pickings were slim, and created even more headaches. A succubus from the re-enforced Ponyville horde, Voyette was her name, had presented a corrupted pegasus. She claimed to have found him and another mare wandering freely around town, and the fact they bore weapons of radiant crystal revealed exactly where they’d come from. Given she had enough sense to at least report this, and having stopped one of these new infiltrators, Talvira allowed her to stay in the palace until her services were needed again. Talvira even gifted her Caring Hearts to play with, as the transformed stallion was the milfs’ son. The other piece of good news was one of the pesky heroes pulling the demoness’ empire apart had been captured and sent to her. Yet, given who it was, even this presented an uncomfortable challenge, given her own decisions as of late.

In an angry huff, she swiftly turned and stalked her way back into the throne room. Past the panting alabaster throne of breasts that was Daybreaker, past her now visibly nervous concubines in Milky Way and Cream Heart. She now stood before the yawning cleavage of the corrupted alicorn, the embodiment of simmering rage in physical form. Taking a small breath to contain her rage, if only for a moment, she turned to one of the servants standing at terrified attention.

“You.” She began, her tone clearly stating to all that this was not a day to question or fail her. “Fetch me a communication sphere. I need to speak with Princess Nodabba.”

Not even daring to speak, the wolf-kin merely nodded and moved as quickly as possible without outright running to leave the royal chamber. Time seemed to slow to a crawl for all in the room with the empress, the humidity present from the searing frustration bubbling away just beneath the surface causing all bar Talvira to sweat nervously. Finally, the servant returned, carrying a palm-sized opaque orb. Another two followed, bringing with them a black cauldron filled with a steaming brew. Seeing their mistress stalking towards the cauldron, they quickly dropped the orb in the liquid and returned to their posts. Ignoring their cowardice in the face of her ire, Talvira channelled her magic as she waved a hand over the concoction. The steam gathered into murky clouds before an image formed within. Within seconds, the spitting image of Princess Nodabba appeared before her demonic parent.

“Oh, Your Majesty.” She stated with a hint of surprise before regaining her composure and nodding stiffly. “Has something happened?”

“We both know you felt that shock earlier this morning, Nodabba. Rarity is gone, leaving our entire eastern seaboard completely defenceless. Furthermore, we’ve now lost the only reliable method of tracking the movements of our meddling infiltrators.” The tone of Talvira’s voice gradually grew sterner and louder as she went, but managed to reign it back in with a sigh once she witnessed Nodabba’s fearful reaction. “What is your ETA for Canterlot?”

“W-We’ve just arrived at Appleloosa now, Your Majesty, so baring any complications, we should return in three or so days. But…” Nodabba looked uncharacteristically apprehensive, but a nod from the empress pushed her to continue. “Mother, Appleloosa’s a ghost town. There’s not a soul here. We were expecting some kind of resistance, but there’s nothing.” This gave Talvira a moment of pause, bringing her hand to her chin in contemplation. When it clicked, however, her frustration resurfaced. This time, it was aimed inward for not foreseeing it earlier.

“Pinkamena…” she growled. “They must be tunnelling their way to the Empire.” Looking back at Nodabba’s face, the demonic ruler forced herself to regain her composure and take a deep breath. “Nodabba, the moment you reach Ponyville, leave two thirds of the army in town and inform the horde leaders there to fortify it before marching north as soon as they’re ready. I want the Crystal Empire crushed, once and for all. Meanwhile, you’ll bring the most skilled of the army back to Canterlot to help sure up our defences here. We’ve already had more infiltrators from the enemy, and I don’t want to chance they could catch us unawares. Especially now that we have no absolute method of tracking that pesky alicorn.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” the orange princess answered with a nod. “And, if it pleases you, I’m bringing home a few trophies.” This captured her parents’ attention, motioning for Nodabba to continue. “One for you, and one for me.”

The first trophy Nodabba held up for her father figure to see was the severed head of the Storm King, his face frozen in a death mask of fright. The other was a dark purple unicorn mare, pulled up by her magenta mohawk of a mane. Talvira could tell this pony was a warrior; the faded scar running over one of her eyes and, more prominently, her broken horn were clear signs of battle. Yet, unlike her now deceased master, the mare was still alive, and winced when Nodabba yanked the chain attached to the collar around her neck.

“I see you’re starting a harem of you own,” the empress noted with a smile. “I hope this won’t distract you from wooing Pink Lady.” At this, uncertainty filtered onto the demonic princess’ face, and the smile on the elder vanished.

“Actually… I have something to tell you, mother. I wish to annul my betrothal to Pink Lady and have Tempest here as my new bride to be.”

Talvira raised a sceptical eyebrow as she folded her arms beneath her huge crimson bosom. “And why, pray tell, should I agree to this?”

“I fought Tempest in the final battle of the siege. She has earned my respect, and I hers. She held her own against me, and after victory was secured and the Storm King killed, she swore herself to my service in return for the restoration of her horn.

“Mother,” Nodabba pleaded, releasing Tempest so she could divert her full attention to her parent. “I know you want somepony who can watch my back when I ascend to the throne, and I believe Tempest can be that pony. Pink Lady and I have nothing in common, and no matter how nice I try to be, she still stubbornly rejects me. But with Tempest… I feel she and I are far more compatible. And, should she seek to betray me, I’ve already proven I can defeat her. So please, mother… Your Majesty, I beg of you to approve.” For minutes that felt like centuries, the silence dragged on. The demonic princess couldn’t guess which side her parent would take, given the excellent poker face she wore as she contemplated the suggestion.

Finally, those crimson shoulders sagged as a sigh escaped Talvira. “I will consider your request. Just… hurry back, Nodabba. If only to allay the worries of both your parents.”

“At once, Your Majesty.” Nodabba’s expression filled with more hope than Talvira could remember seeing in the first princess, before she reigned in that enthusiasm and snapped a stiff salute. “And… thank you for your consideration, Mother.” With a knowing nod, the empress waved her hand through the magical steam cloud, terminating the call and letting the tense silence of her throne room return.

“Milky? Cream?” She asked, not turning to look at her concubines. “You’re relieved from duty for today. Frostfang, I’m returning to my chambers. Unless it’s a matter of national security, I am not to be disturbed. Am I understood?” The albino wolfman stood stiffly at attention and saluted, enough of a display for the demoness to stroll out of the throne room. The apprehensive mood that had permeated her seat of power had spread throughout the whole castle. Though there was still plenty of rutting and sexual activity in the halls, the nervousness was impossible to miss in her minions. Finally, she arrived at the doors of her and Sluttershy’s chambers, though a strange sight caught her attention. Standing beside her own elite guards were a pair of thestral mares; their purple “armour” consisting of shoulder pauldrons, clawed leg grieves, helmet and bikinis. There was only one place in all of Equestria any significant number of thestrals still lived. Knowing that, Talvira quickly threw open the doors and was stunned by the sight.

“More! Mor-AH! Hah! T-That’s it. Give it to me! Drink i-IIIEEE! D-Drink it all up! C-Cumming… I’m cumming! Swallow it all, dearie! I’m CUMMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNGGGG!”

Sluttershy spasmed in ecstasy as she sat on the edge of their shared circular bed. Her head flung back with primal grunts and squeals of carnal delight as her wings opened up and stiffened. Her bountiful chest erupted as milk sprayed out before her, while wave after wave of sperm escaped her balls and down into the throat of her youngest child. A few moments later, the pegasus’ tight grip on her partners’ mane faded, and she fell back onto the bed utterly exhausted as the other mare swallowed and turned to face her captive audience.

“Ragrol?”

The sixth and youngest princess of Equestria tenderly scooped up any puddles of her mother’s jizz that had landed upon her face during the incestuous blowjob and sensually sucked up each drop. Ragrol was roughly the same height as the average mare, leading to her other siblings referring to her as the runt of the litter, but this didn’t mean she wasn’t as important or impressive in her own right. The governess of the village of Hollow Shades, she carried herself with the grace and pose of somepony born in Canterlot’s perverted high society. Her brown coat fell upon a supermodel body that lacked most of the overabundant sexual corruptions of her family; DD breasts with a silver bar piercing in each lighter nipple. A thin waist and wide hips that supported a plush, heart-shaped ass. What corruptions that were visible were the orange jewel on her forehead that peaked through her silver bangs. From said silver mane also sprouted a small pair of feathered wings, while from just above her behind flexed a pair of larger red bat wings. A purple jacket with the spiked shoulders puffed up and the midsection cut well before the underside of her breasts, a very short, see-through pink skirt that hung from a steel crescent around her waist, and a pair of matching latex high heels that stretched up to mid-thigh helped complete her stylish look.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” Ragrol replied with a slow bow before dropping the formal act and rushing to the door to embrace her demonic parent. “It’s wonderful to see you again.”

“Y-Yes. Yes, it is.” Talvira stuttered, her brain finally managing to restart and return the embrace as the princess nuzzled into the massive crimson hooters before her. “But… But what are you doing here?”

“Well,” Ragrol began, pulling herself out of the hug. “I saw the sky clear over above Manehatten and feared for my safety. If the Lady Nightmare wasn’t able to repel those nasty invaders that Mother told me of, it would only be a matter of time before they would attempt to do the same to me…” She grew more nervous and bashful at this point which, given what she had just done to the queen, was a stark turn-around. “I hope you can forgive me for abandoning my post, Your Majesty.”

“Ragrol…” Talvira said soothingly, tenderly bringing a hand to her daughter’s cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for. With what happened to your siblings, you were right to come here. We can always reconquer Hollow Shades once Nodabba returns.” The sense of contentment from the brown mare was palpable and contagious, and the two hugged once more.

“Mother…” Ragrol spoke up again, looking Talvira in the eye from her head’s place between the empress’ melons. “There… was another reason I came to Canterlot.” Talvira allowed her to exit their embrace and gestured for her to continue. “Last week, I sent one of my subordinates here to Canterlot, hoping that her magical talents could be cultivated for the benefit of the Empire.”

“You mean Cozy Glow?” She asked, easily making the connection given there was only one mare that fit that description. Ragrol’s face instantly lit up.

“Yes. Have you seen her? I do hope she’s behaving herself. If she isn’t,” Ragrol’s face took on a more sinister expression, “Then I would be happy to discipline the dear filly.”

“As far as I’m aware, she’s staying in line. Following Midnight Sparkle’s betrayal, she’s currently working for me in a probationary role, hoping to earn her place as my new arch mage. However,” Talvira paused, looking down at her daughter with the sparkle in her dark eyes that signified an idea had formed. “If you would be able to act as an overseer for me and ensure she does not stray from the path set before her, you would be lifting a large weight from my shoulders.”

“I’d be delighted to.” Ragrol answered with a smile and a small bow. “In fact, I may as well check in on her now. Besides,” a quick glance behind showed Sluttershy beginning to stir, her cock standing bolt upright. “I’ve gotten her warmed up for you.” With that, Ragrol confidently strode out of the room, her thestral guards falling in step instantly. The sound of movement prompted her to look behind, and spy her pegasus mother forcibly kissing her demonic partner and pulling her to bed as the doors were closed.

Smiling at the lovely sentiment that the royal couple would be preoccupied for the next hour or two, Ragrol turned and continued. Having grown up in this very castle, she knew each and every twist and turn despite living the past few years in Hollow Shades. So, it took her very little time to reach the stairs leading down into the dungeons. Ordering her guards to stand vigil at the stairwells’ entrance, the demonic princess descended down the stairs and past the floors of guards sexually torturing prisoner ponies. She eventually arrived at the cell containing Posey Shy; her overly-buxom grandparent.

“Why hello, Grandmare.” Ragrol said softly, barely audible over the buzzing of the various vibrators constantly keeping her cumming, or the whorish moans said toys drew out of the older mare. The princess smiled and gave the pegasus’ left breast a quick peck of a kiss before opening the trap door below her and continuing her journey. Quickly descending down two or three steps at a time, Ragrol swiftly arrived in the fleshy caverns that apparently now belonged to Cozy Glow. The dark-coated demon spawn wore a cruel smile as she strolled past moaning mares trapped within the walls, floors and even ceiling. Though, there were fewer than Ragrol expected.

Eventually, her wandering led her to the largest chamber in the entire catacomb of decadence. It was easily hundreds of metres wide, and just as high if not more so, hidden in the shadows. The walls of this area were lined with row upon row of imprisoned female ponies, though all that was visible of them emerging from the walls were their buxom breasts and overstuffed bellies. But, bringing her attention back down to the ground where, turning to face her with a small of surprise, was Cozy Glow.

“Ragrol?” She asked, her tone quickly shifting from shock to annoyance. “What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to wait a while before arriving? There’s every chance Talvira will grow suspicious now.”

“I do apologize, my Mistress,” Ragrol responded with a remorseful bow to the curly-maned mare. “But with Manehatten falling, I believe it was only a matter of time before those meddling heroes found their way to Hollow Shades. Rather than throw away my life defending the town, I figured I could be of more assistance to you here.”

“And how exactly do you intend to do that?” Cozy flatly asked, crossing her arms just beneath her chest.

“By convincing my dear mothers that I am the prime candidate to be your new overseer. With the empress emotionally compromised, she’s become easy for me to manipulate, if this first instance is any indication.”

Cozy Glow mulled over this explanation before flashing her royal subordinate that wicked smile of hers. “Well, in that case, well done, Ragrol. Regardless, you’re just in time.”

“For what, if I may ask, Mistress?” Ragrol asked as she now stood beside the devious pony.

“The empress asked for hunters and soldiers. They’re all ready to be born. Right now.”

With a snap of Cozy’s fingers, the symphony of creation started. Muffled moans of pleasurable pain rebounded throughout the chamber, growing louder and louder as the stomachs of all the mares trapped in the walls squirmed and shifted. One by one, their waters broke, and their hips spasmed as unnatural things began forcing their way down their respective birth canals. While Ragrol wore a look of shocked awe, Cozy’s expression was one of sick pride. The newborn beings finally began emerging out of their unwilling mothers, landing on the ground with wet thuds. They were still for a moment before pulling themselves to their shaky feet. There must have been three of four dozen of them, each resembling grey mannequins. Their features yet to form save wide lips that greedily sucked in their first breaths.

“I’ll adjust them for their respective purposes later.” Cozy stated as she turned for a tunnel to her left, with Ragrol quickly falling into step behind her. “But, let’s jumpstart their hearts with the lifeblood of Canterlot, shall we?” Cozy lifted her hand, her digits wreathed in crimson magic, while Ragrol turned back to witness the feeding. In the shadows higher up above the newborns, two tree trunk-sized tentacles detached from something. What followed was a torrential downpour of milk raining down, which the monster seemed delighted with. They lathered it across their bodies like it was soap in a shower, and stood with mouths open to partake in the dairy goodness.

“Come along, Ragrol.” Cozy called out from further into the tunnel. “I have a new toy to check in on, and I just know you’ll enjoy helping me break her in.”

“With pleasure, my Mistress.” Ragrol answered. Before turning to follow the evil pony she served, the princess spared one last look at the two mansion-sized pink breasts that were now showering the monsters in their first meal. In the shadows above them were another eighteen mammaries of similar proportions, each with a tentacle siphoning out the endless supply of milk up to Canterlot above. Turning back to the tunnel, Ragrol found an entertaining thought cross her mind.

I wonder if the princess invading from the Crystal Empire’s as big a cow as this one?

Author's Note

Sorry I was gone for so long, everyone. The last three/four months have been tough in one way or another to say the least, and it's been difficult to get back into the mood to write a story like this. Also making it difficult is the fact I usually plan out the main chapters of this story in accordance with the votes, yet with the meanwhiles, I just try to write them up on the fly based on what's happened. Doesn't also help there wasn't much sexy times in this one. That said, with this now out, I can finally start focussing on the next chapter, and hopefully it doesn't take another two/three months.

For those wondering, while Ragrol's name is a reference to the primarch Lorgar from Warhammer 40K, her looks are based directly on the character Nail Kaiser from Angel Blade.

For context timeline wise, this occurs during the events of Chapter 19 (Rarity's part immediately after they teleport back, and Talvira's in the evening while Flurry and Zap are sleeping together).