Equestria Handyman

“I know this is no excuse for my past actions, but I’m…deeply sorry for stealing your ring, breaking and entering and, kind of seducing you a little for your late husband’s ring madam.” Mark apologies as Queen Aurora eyes him with neutrality, before admiring her ring once more.

“Well I suppose if there isn’t anything else I should be going and…”

“Guards.”

The two guards blocking the entrance block his way as he turns around to look at her again as she continues to look at the ring.

“Mark wasn’t it? Tell me young Mark, do you know the story that has passed through the generations of past rulers?”

“I…don’t, sorry your majesty, everything was kind of new information for me.” He admits with a shrug.

“Then let me educate you.” She stops looking at the ring, to look at him with neutrality. “For generations this ring has been a right of passage between past kings, my husband got it from his mother, his grandfather from his great grandmother and so on and so on, and it is my joy to one day pass it on to my sweet chick one day, to keep up with traditions when the time arrives.”

She stands up and starts approaching him. “For over more than 100 generations this ring has been on the royal family as a rite of passage, believing that, only kings have used to propose to their significant others and princesses have worn it ever since, never imagining that it held such a horrible origin, and now thanks to you the tradition has been broken, and that narcissistic, gluttonous, centaur snuck his way into the sacred royal line.”

She glared coldly at him as she was standing right in front of him. “You understand the notion alone can be hurtful don’t you?”

“I’m extremely sorry your highness, believe me if there is a way to rectify this mistake I will gladly do so.”

“Hmm, correct this mistake you say?” She lifts his chin up, and eyes him with a critical eye moving his face to the side. “Perhaps we could think of something, to stir traditions back in the right direction.”

“Wow, ah Queen Auroras I’m flattered but I’m in a committed relationship with my herd.” Mark backs away with a small blush.

“Ha keep flattering yourself young man, I don’t need the likes of you.” She admires a portrait of the king, lovingly. “I already got my happily ever after and don’t need another man to fill a hole that isn’t there.”

Looking back, she starts to walk and motions him to follow. “No, what I request of you is something far…simpler. Having a monster wearing our sacred ring would be nothing but a disgrace to our family, but if, say a hero where to add a story to it’s legend to overlap this disgrace, everything can be forgiven”

“You…want me to wear the ring?”

“Not exactly, tradition dictates this to be worn specifically by the mare in a wedding.” Aurora explains looking at the ring, for a moment before looking at him.

“But there is another ring that you could aid, our kingdom recover.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

“Excellent then as a form of atonement, you and my daughter will be venturing into the Thestral kingdom of the east as part of our tradition and alliance with their royal family and obtain the ring of Zagreus from its current king” She announced. “Do that and all shall be forgiven.”

“Consider it done, sounds easy enough, one my marefriend is a Thestral, after all.”

“Good then she can come too, it would be prudent that you are aware of their costumes and help you avoid insulting their ways.”

“What?” He looks at her confused but she was already gone. “You are dismissed, I will inform you when the preparations are ready, in a week. Good luck young Mark”

Questions keep piling up as the guards guide the human outside, so he could prepare for and tell his herd what would happen.

A note that Umbral wasn’t all too pleased to find out when he informed them.

“The East Thestral you actually agreed to go on a mission to the East Thestral kingdom?” She asks him in disbelief.

“What is the matter Umbral? Isn’t that like your birth land?” Surprise asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I always thought Thestral’s were like part of the pegasi tribe back when Equestria was formed” Fluttershy comments looking up in thought as Umbral sighs.

“Technically speaking we are, or at least we became one after we migrated.” Umbral clarifies, “That is why the Queen refers to them as the East Thestral, I’m and the Thestral living in Equestria are technically the West Thestral, no doubt that is probably what they call us back there.”

“Ah so that is why she refers to the East as a kingdom then? Because they actually have a different ruling system?” Mark questions with intrigue.

“Yep and there is a reason my ancestor migrated Star, those guys aren’t exactly as relaxed and soft on applying the law, like we do. And my grandmas weren’t too keen on following all of their traditions.”

“Grandmas?” Surprise asks, confused.

“Don’t ask me, because heck if I know. But for some reason back in the east, Thestral can only give birth to females of the species, to bred they have a sort of like an event or kind of party where those mature enough go hunt husband materials for the community, and when I say hunt I mean like actual hunt” She state as a matter of fact.

Mark gulps at the realization. “You go there Star, and you better have a mare you trust with you at all time, or the residents will actually try to pounce on you the second you say hi.”

“Ok that is an exaggeration, it is not possible the entire community would act that way toward Mark…right?”

“Not literally no, except that event in particular. But they sure would try to seduce you into staying for good.” She warns him

“No wonder, Aurora suggested you come with me.”

“Heck yeah I will come.” Umbral states. “There is no way I’m letting a bunch of horny sluts get closer to MY stallion.”

“We are coming too.” Milky states. “It will be safer that way.”

“Actually it might be best if you don’t.” Umbral replies in disappointment. “Relationships between the East and Equestria are kind of tense as it is. If this is a traditional thing the Avian have, I don’t think it will be prudent for mares to come and showboat how they have a stallion while the town has to look for one. They might look at it as a show of appropriation, and might remind them how they took a good chunk of their community some time ago.”

“Oh.” Milky looks down in disappointment. “That…actually sounds logical.”

“Don’t worry girls, I will take good care of Star and trust me, it is not a big deal there. Besides, it will be nice having a one on one time with my stallion too.”

They all nod in understanding. “We understand Umbral, please take good care of him for us.”

“We will come back as soon as this mission is over, promise.” Mark swears and they all nod before preparing for the trip.

A week later

Waiting in front of the zeppelin, Mark and Umbral await the Princess so they could begin their trip to East Thestral territory, which luckily they didn’t need to wait long, as the avian in question lands alongside her escort and a couple of travel bags.

“So you are a famous human.” The Princess says with a bored expression, as she was chewing some bubble gum, she was wearing some light eye shadow, and make up, had a hair style of feathers like her mother and was wearing an informal assembly of blue jeans, pink shirt without sleeves and a green sweater.

Stopping in front of him she eyes him up and down, letting him see how she was shorter than the two, showing how she was 14 or maybe 15 years old. “Aha, eh average at best.” She finally says with a shrug before turning to Umbral.

“I know your expectations are low but come on gal, even an old hag like you could do better.” She says before boarding the zeppelin.

“What did you…?” Umbral was completely livid and was about to strangle the pre-teen when Mark stopped her. “Umbral calm down.”

“But that little bitch…”

“Is a teenager.” Mark finishes. “That is how teenegares are rebellious. Listen chances are, she will prefer staying in her own little world and will leave us alone, just let her be and do our thing.”

She keeps glaring daggers at the little te-teen before sighing “Well it's better than a complaining valley girl type. Let get this over” Umbral boarded the zeppelin as Mark carried their baggage, and departed, on their trip to Caligulus, the Thestral birth nation, just as expected the trip was uneventful and without any major complaint until the group were approaching to land.

“So Umbral do you by chance know how Caligulus is currently?”

“If they are still stubborn about tradition, expect gothic architecture, stone buildings. A rustic vibe. You know? Your typical horror movie setting.” She says in disinterest as a looming castle with neo gothic aesthetic appears from the fog next to a humble, rustic town made of wood and stone and surrounded by a fairly tall wall.

“Ah right on time, yep just as gloomy and boring as my granny used to describe it.” Umbral says in disappointment.

“Augh, I know right?” The princess says, approaching the railing and leaning on it next to them. “Couldn't they at least use another color other than black?” She complains rolling her eyes. “You are in trouble when even old timers think your house is just bland.”

Umbral glares at her and is about to say something when Mark grabs her cheek and plants a kiss to calm her down.

“Ew, old people kissing, don’t make me barf.” The princess complains and leaves them alone. Mark didn't break the kiss until he was sure she was gone.

“Feeling better?”

Umbral could only glare and blush. “That is cheating, Star”

Chucking he shakes his head and they disembark outside the castle, where the welcoming committee was waiting for them.

Just as Umbral said, all the guards present were actually mares, wearing a wine red armour, and matching cape with a lance as their weapon. Their faces were hidden by their helmets, and the human could only infer their were mares for the modified breast plate to accommodate their chests.

Walking through the literal red carpet the group advanced between two rows of guards and at the end of the line in front of a massive wooden double set of doors was a Thestral wearing a white victorian dress that almost camouflaged with her albino fur, and a matching exaggerated wig.

“Ah Princess Borealis, welcome, welcome to our humble town.” the Thestral bows to the Avian Princess as she stands in front of her. “Your mother the Queen informed us of your arrival, and how you wanted to partake in our family tradition.”

“Yep, just came here to get that ring and then be on my way.” Borealis says with desisterest, yet the host didn’t seem to be bothered by her attitude. As instead turn her attention to Mark, her eyes turning sultry, much to Umbral’s chagrin. “And will this be your tribute?”

“Eh if you don’t mind old men.” She points at Mark.

“No he isn’t!” Umbral quickly voiced her complaint. “Listen lady we are here just to help the brat get that damn ring, and then be on our way got it? We are not here to play any sort of games.”

“Oh yeah, a West Thestral.” Her smile vanishes while looking at them with neutrality. “Queen Aurora also warned us of your arrival, nice to see the rebellious face has yet to die down in your generation.”

“Ok, why don’t we all calm down here.” Mark gets in between the two of them and looks at the host. “Please madam we don’t want any trouble, we simply came here to help Borealis on her quest as an apology for my transgression in the past, that is all.”

She eyes him with a raised eyebrow, before turning to Umbral

¿No le enseñaste a tu hombre nuestras tradiciones? (Didn’t you teach him about our customs?)

¡Él no necesita saber nada de ustedes! ¿Porque le hablaría de una ley idiotica e injusta? (He doesn’t need to know anything about you! Why would I tell him about an idiotic and unfair law?)

Both Thestral talk in a different language confusing both Mark and Borealis who look at them as tension keeps building up.

“So…can we talk with the Queen or…?” Borealis question with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh where are my matters?! Of course, come, come I will take you to her, right this way” Her smile returned and the Thestral guided the group inside the castle.

Walking the corridors, Mark couldn’t help but find parallels with Canterlot in how they too have a fascination for marble and elegant pillars but where the Princess had a more simple design, the Thestral seems to be filled with figures and art of cherubs except that instead of feather they have bat wings and they seem to favour light red colors. As well as decorating the walls with impressive and elegant semi transparent fabrics that billow to the view of the roof.

The human notices on occasion a pair of yellow eyes looking at him as he passes by.

“Umbral, on top of us?”

“Yep, that is how the services move here” She replies. “Only guests and royalty get to enjoy the art of the hallway, the rest have to use the rooftop to go from room to room.”

They pass a couple of maids with skirts two sizes too short for them showing their frilly panties as they clean the windows while blindfolded. “And when it comes to cleaning the hallways the help needs to use blindfolds.”

“You seem very well acquainted with how things work in the castle.” Borealis asks in intrigue “Are you perhaps an exiled Princess?”

“No, I’m not!” She was quick to defend. “And you better not ask again, that is one thing in my past I don’t want to revive.”

Finally the group reaches the throne room, where sitting at the back was the Queen in person, waiting, leaving Mark in shock once they look at her more clearly.

“Oh for the love of…you GOTta be freaking kidding me.” Umbral exclaim in frustration when sitting on the throne wearing a leather corset, and skirt with a hole in the front to show her panties, leggings, and nail shoes was a Thestral that look exactly like Umbral, except her fur was a dark red and her mane was shorter, currently drinking from a glass of wine and admiring the group with some eye shadow.

“Ah my guests have arrived.” Giving the glass to a maid, the Queen stood up. “Welcome my esteemed guests to Caligula! The glorious Thestral empire, I’m Queen Lilith the Third”

She opens her eyes to see them more clearly, noticing Umbral and getting startled slightly. “Oh my, and I see that with the tradition you have brought an unexpected guest too.”

She flies forward showing her crimson red eyes, as she rushes to them landing in front of Mark. “Hello sweetie, I don’t think we have had the chance to meet.”

“Ahemph!” Umbral gets between them and glares at the Queen. “Hands where I can see them, Queen he is mine.”

“Well color me impressed.” She smiles fondly. “Never thought I would see my own face outside a mirror, tell me dear, what caste did your family belong to?”

“Ah, excuse me? Queen Lilith?” Borealis calls for her attention. “Don’t mean to interrupt old people flirting but…”

Flinching, Lilith and Umbral glare at her.

“…the ring thing, I was thinking since you clearly want to do something else, we can skip the traditional thing, and just give me the ring.” She offers. “Don’t worry, no one needs to know, I say I passed the test, and whatever, and you can continue to do whatever you are doing.”

That seems to lighten the mood of Lilith. “Ah the youth, for a moment, I forgot how rebellious a teenager can be.” She pats Borealis’ shoulder. “Sorry sweetie, it doesn’t work like that.”

“Yeah, speaking of.” Mark voices his opinion. “Will the king be coming soon too? I imagine he would like to say something about handing over the ring.”
“King?” She looks at him confused. “Oh I understand, I’m afraid you were mislead by the title dear, Caligula hasn’ had a king for a very long time now. That is why we gave the ring to the future rulers of the Avian kingdom as a form of good health, and prosperity between our nations. When the king dies we simply collect back and await for the next Queen to reclaim it for their wedding.”

She turns to Borealis “Have to say, didn’t imagine someone so young already finding a special one.”

“Wedding? Ew, no that is not it.” Borealis shakes her head and points at Mark. “Mom only wanted to give you a king, as thanks for our alliance, and to atone for what he stole from us.”

“She did what now!?” Mark asks in alarm.

“Oh! Excellent, so nice of the Queen! And what a great surprise.” Lilith claps her hands in happiness before snapping her fingers and two guards grab Mark's shoulders.

“Guards escort my sweet tribute to his chambers, and prepare him for the trials.”

“T-Trials!” Mark asks in horror, but before he could complain he was already flying away with Umbral giving chase until two other guards blocked her way.

“Oh what the heck! This wasn’t part of the deal!” She rushes to Borealis as she shakes her head.

“No, it's punishment! That man stole a secret relic from our kingdom, he needs to pay and he gave his consent to make amends. This is how, taking the ring insults our traditions too on their connections to our weddings, so now he will either bring the ring of Zagreus back to our kingdom or wear it and become the next king of Caligula.”

“No he can’t! He already is spoken for, he has mares that love him, he has a herd of his own!”

“And now they will have the great honor of knowing they lay with a King.” Lilith says with content. “Of course they could also join us as his personal mistresses, Caligula is very open on how many mares the king can have. That is of course as long as he survives the drink.” She tells with a smirk showing her fangs.

“No, no you can’t do this! This goes against his rights!”

“Not it isn’t, it’s justice and atonement for his crimes.” Borealis insist “And if you don’t want Equestria to face a war then you will not break tradition.”

Umbral looks around trying to come up with a solution, until something comes to mind, making her smirk. “Then I invoke Rito del semental. (rite of breeder)”
That makes the Queen chuckle. “Are you serious? Do you know what you are suggesting?”

She keeps her smile and crosses her arms, making Lilith look at her confused. “You actually think he can beat that rite?”

“Oh I don’t think, I know he can triumph with his eyes closed Queenie, so that is my bet, you win he stays and…my herd joins your caste. I win and we walk with that damn ring, we never speak of this and…ah…y-you grant stallions a voice in your parlament.

Lilith stays quiet, before starting to chuckle. “Somebat is confident. “Ok my double, I’m intrigued, if that man were to win, I would not only agree to your demands. I and my best general will parade all of Canterlot wearing nothing but a leash and a collar as he walks us around like his personal bitches!” She proclaims in confidence, making Umbral smirk.

“Deal.”

“Ah question, what is that Rito d Sama or whatever you just said?” Borealis questioned the two.

After a short flight, Mark was tossed into a room in the castle, where after recovering notices how it mostly looks like a normal guest room.

“Rest here sir.” One of the guards calls from the door. “Your maids will be with you very soon.” They bow before closing the door and locking him inside before he could do anything.

“Hey you can’t do this!” Mark starts to knock on the door. “I never agreed to get married, I was tricked, please at least tell me what is going to happen?”

Soon his scroll rings, and sees that it was from Umbral.

“Mark, are you ok?”

“Umbral thank god, you need to get me out of here.”

“Yeah that is not gonna be so easy Mark.” She says apologetically. “That two timing Queen Auroros fooled us good, tricking you into basically accepting marrying Lilith.”

“But I can’t, I mean she looks like you, so much so, that I would dare say she might be…”

“Anyway! Focus.” Umbral says.“Yeah I get it, the laws here are way different than in Equestria for what happened, Auroros basically sold all of us into an arranged marriage with her, and well we risk a war if we say no.”

“Umbral, what exactly is gonna happen? To me, to all of us, do we have to live here now?”

“No, it’s way more gruesome than just that.” She sighs, not really wanting to continue. “Mark, have you ever heard stories of Thestral drinking blood and turning ponies into the undead?”

“Yeah?”

“That is putting it lightly and it is mostly the media romanticizing what happens here. I didn’t want to tell you, but not only is that true, it’s a common practice, to drink the husbands dry before moving to the next one like a dish.”

“So when you were saying a hunt.”

“Yep, it was way more literal that I wanted to tell you, and it’s far worse for those caught by the Queen, the ones that die are the lucky ones.”

“What happens to those that survive?”

“They turn into subservient ghouls.”

The blood in Mark drains in horror.

“Umbral we have to get out of this mad house!”

“I know, but that is the thing! It will not be easy, listen I have an idea on how to get out of this mess, but you will have to do what I tell you. I put the rite of marriage on hold. Normally you would be cleaned up, placed in a field and asked to fend for yourself for a week surviving on small animals before being bitten by the Queen, and turn into a minor vampire for her wimps, but I convinced her to give you a fighting chance now.”

“How exactly?”

“I put you on the rite of breeder, the one rite any stallion could win, prove his worthiness, and escape without turning into an undead.”

“Ok, and how does it work?”

“They would give you one full day to prepare and rest properly before the entire castle is sealed and every occupant leaves it vacant except for the queen and her generals. Once that happens they will open the door and let you explore the castle. You have until the end of the day to collect 3 silver keys to open the throne room and then confront the queen herself to win your freedom.

“Ok, ok that is easy enough so I have to fight for their keys?”

“…not exactly, the keys will be sealed in glass cubes that will shatter at a certain frequency, obtained only when a thestral reaches an orgasm.”

“Umbral!” Mark complains with a deep blush.

“Come on Mark, you can do that just with your fingers! This is a piece of cake, or would you prefer to become a ghoul?!”

He sighs and looks down. “Ok so I need to find these generals, make them screech, then find the queen and…do the same?”

“Pretty much but, I should warn you right off the bat you better not hold back and go for the kill, you let any of these crazy, horny sluts breathe, and they will bite you and suck you dry.”

He gulps at the idea.

“On the plus side, there is no foul on how much you cum the bright side is they are only interested in their pleasure alone.”

“And when I face the queen?”

“Oh then you bring her to her knees honey, ram her with ALL, and I mean no stops pulled, use your legendary mating press and go for the gold. You do that and we can walk free.”

“Ok, so I would be looking for four mares to please, then I’m out. Ok…I think I can do that.”

“Just think of it as the mother of all hunting trips dear.”

That catches his attention, and Umbral chuckles.

“Yeah, I knew you would like that idea, what do you say, would the hunter like to meet Caligula?”

Her response came in the form of a low growl, making her shiver. “Yep that is what I thought, show them who is the king sweetie.”

“Will do, and Umbral, thank you.”

“Anytime.” Ending the call Mark sits on the base of his bed as he mentally prepares, a mix of excitement and anticipation, washing over him for the incoming trial ahead of him.

The guards stationed at his door got confused and hit with a strange arousal, while taking glances at the door where they could hear low growls, making them feel like behind them was a beast, breathing down their necks, about to pounce at any second.

The next day the entire populace of the servants vacate the palace, and steel shutters cover the windows, and doors, sealing anyone outside as Umbral watches the events unfold from a crystal ball next to Borealis who after been treated by a very piss off Thestral, agrees to stay with a bored expression.

Around them other maids and guards were looking at the same thing with their own crystal balls as they saw Mark’s door open, as well as the rooms of the generals. Signaling the beginning of the hunt.

In the middle of the garden was a chalk board with Mark’s name on it and underneath it Lilith’s and her 3 generals: Hecate, Clotho, Leto.

“Ok I got 20 bits on Hecate, got him with her potions” One guard bets and they put a mark on her.

“I say Clotho has him wrapped by the first hour with 30 bits.” A maid calls her bet.

“No way, Leto will have this in the bag right away, look she is already running and heading to his room.” Another guard calls as one by one everyone makes their bets, with Umbral joining the fun, and putting one hundred bits on Mark winning them all.

“You really have trust in that human don’t you?” Borealis asks Umbral with a raised eyebrow.

“Kid, you have no idea. Let's see how average he looks after you see my stallion in action!” Umbral calls with pride as they see a Thestral with a lion head coat flying right into Mark’s room licking her lips, as she enters, discovering the place in shambles.

She was in full body Carmesí armor, her wings were gray, her tail was blue, and her nails were unusually long.

“Come out, come out, whenever you are bunny.” The Thestral calls looking around the room until a low growl from the roof alerts her of his presence.

“Ah, escaping through the rooftops? Smart” She flies upwards.

“But not enough, I can see in the dark little bunny.” She starts to explore the place looking for him everywhere.

“Why don't you save us time and give up sweetie, just one small bite and it’s over, I can make it worth your time.” Leto kept taunting him.

“Not like you have any other choice, you need me close to the box after all, and good luck taking that information from me.”

Thinking she found him she pounces, only to stumble into a set of armor wrap around the fabrics on the ceiling, and then been blind sided by pieces of wood that Mark reuses to form a bola and trap her wings.

“What!?” With another mighty growl, Mark pounces from behind and brings the two down into another guest room where using the fabric he manages to tangle her arms immobilizing her by forcing her to look at him, as he looms on top of her.

“Not bad, bunny. But what next?” Leto continues to taunt him as Mark smirks and bites her tongue as he kisses her aggressively, surprising her by the force as he starts to explore her body and making her shiver and shake trying to push him away as her strength was starting to leave her body.

“Brave little birdy.” Mark end the kiss and grab the neck of her armour. “Where did you hide your key?” With a mighty yank he rips open her defenses in one go shocking everyone minus Umbral.

With her breast exposed Mark tooks a moment to admire her cute C size cup with some freckles on the nipples as he licks his lips and starts to nibble her neck.

“Where is the key?”

“You would need more than that if you expect me to AH!” Biting on her left nipple and pinching the other Mark takes a handful of milk before continuing his administration.

“Where is it my sweet bird?”

“I…I will never tell!” She remains defiant.

“Such a shame.” Mark says in disappointment, ripping the lower half. “Good little birdies get a treat, but bad little birdies, get to be disciplined.”

Spreading her legs, he admired her well trimmed pubes in the shape of a crescent moon, and lifts her hips up, making her blush and eep when he gets a good hold on her flanks before starting to eat her insides enacting a series of moans and gasps from the general as he continued to ask for the key over and over again. Making sure to bring her to the edge but keep denying her the satisfaction of climax.

“Little birdy, please tell me.”

“N-No…no more, please! I can’t take it, please let me reach the end!” Leto starts to tear up by the fifth time he has already denied her.

“You know what to do in order to stop it.” Mark keeps saying before continuing to give her a session of cunigulingus.

“Ah…is…is too much! A…armory! Is in the armory please! Please let me cuuuuuuum!” With rolling eyes, Leto finally breaks and cums with power, making Mark chuckles in victory, as he turns her around and lifts the two. “Good birdy”

Exiting the room the two headed outside. “Guide me to the armory, so I can reward you.” He requests calmly, and she weakly nods pointing to the right and guiding them further down the castle, until they reach the place.

Once inside he guides her chin and kisses her more passionately. “Good birdy, now please sing for me one last time.” Putting her on the floor he kneels down and uses his fingers to pleasure her even further, hitting her G-Spot right away, and making her scream as with his other hand he pinches and plays with her body like it was a musical instrument, shocking the audience.

“What is he doing!” One of the guards asked.

“Playing an instrument, ladies.” Umbral responds “And he is an expert in playing the mare.” She says, smirking at her own pun, as they watch her eyes go white completely and finally bellow a loud screech that shatters the glasses and leaves poor Leto panting on the floor.

“Good little bird.” Mark pats her head and uses the Lion skin to cover her body. “Now rest.”

Exhausted, Leto didn’t have much of a hold to comply and closed her eyes, falling asleep as Mark picked up the first key, and closed the door behind him. Some of the better groans in annoyance as Leto's name is crossed on the billboard.

“One down tree to go” Umbral mumbles as Mark was on the move too.

Humming, Lilith sees that happening from her own crystal ball and contacts the remaining commanders. “Stay alert girls, this boy has fangs. A direct confrontation will not be ideal”

“Don’t worry my Queen.” Hecate replies. “I anticipated this, he will not escape my spells.” She says in confidence, stirring a cauldron and filling the mess hall in a purple mist.

Guided by the fog the human soon enters the room and looks around, using pieces of fabric as a makeshift mask as a prevention.

“Smart.” Hecate calls from a distance. “Covering your nose and mouth from my potion, that was clever. Too bad now you won’t be able to use that mouth of yours.” He thinks he sees a silhouette, and rushes towards it, only to almost fall into a hole in the floor where a green liquid was waiting for him.

“Careful, dear, the floor has its traps” She kept teasing, appearing everywhere. “Don’t bother asking where it is” She shows him the box. “I had it right here, just need to find me.” The shadows disappear as the fog gets denser, until he can't see in front of his face.

Thinking fast, he jumps onto one of the desks and grabs the chairs to toss them everywhere, before jumping in certain directions.

“What is he doing?” A maid asked, confused.

“Guiding himself by sound, by tossing the chairs he hears if they hit the floor, the hole, or another desk.” A guard comments.

“That would only guide him so far.”

Suddenly a ball of cloth falls and explodes on his chest, sending him flying and almost falling into another hole, as Hecate appears holding another bag in front of her cauldron. The mist disappears since she stops stirring and giving him a good look at her.

Hecate stood there wearing a svelte green dress that leaves almost nothing to the imagination when it comes to her big bust, which laying between her tits was a crescent moon necklace made from multiple pieces to form the moon. Upon her long tufted ears perches a large floppy yellow witches hat. Her fur is a rich arcane purple while her mane and tail was a rich deep vibrant red. Her eyes slitted like cats, red like blood rubies.

“Game over dear, I got you now.” Hecate proclaims in pride, launching another bomb, forcing him to dodge only to see how the potion was eating away his clothes and the makeshift mask.

Before he could do anything, his protection was gone and Hecate appeared in front of him to give him a big kiss that make him feel dizzy.

“It was lots of fun dear.” She proclaims as the room seems to be spinning. “But now I must end it, just relax, and sleep, let me take care of everything else.”

The fumes were starting to get into Mark's system, and he no longer could see her but he could still feel her in front of him.. Using his hands he grabs hold of something soft that earns a femenine gasp giving him all he needs.

Closing his eyes he got to work and grabbed her head, stopping her from biting him, and pulling her up.

“Impossible! The sedative should be taking effect…!” With a growl Mark kisses her with fire, and takes her breath away as he pins her to the floor, as one hand grabs her wrist and pins it down, while the other rips apart her dress to grant him access to her breasts, which he pinches and plays with.
Starting to lose the fight she goes to grab one of her bombs but Mark quickly grabs it and explodes it on her face, forcing her to be subject to her own magic, as her conscious starts to fade too, and she dopely giggles, and hugs his frame as Mark works on his pants and take them off.

Breaking the kiss, he turns her around and slaps her ass, followed exclusively by touch alone, as he lines his dick to the air until he feels an entrance and slowly makes his way inside with some resistance hearing more moans and gasps of approval.

Getting lost in his own animal instincts, he leans down and bites her on the neck as he starts to ram her doggy style, hearing something move and a big piece of metal falls near the two as he was drunk in lust and keeps thrusting into the air with abandon grabbing what he thinks is hair and yanking, hearing a big scream as he licks his lips and keeps going until his release is fast approaching and with a grunt he finally cums bringing him back to reality.

Shaking his head and with groggy eyes, his eyes slowly adjusted until finally he saw Hecate, turned into a drooling mess with a dopey smile on her face, frizzled hair and lolling tongue, laying splat on the dinner table.

Her legs were still trembling, and Mark realized that his dick was buried deep into her ass as her pussy was still squirting.

Surprised and slightly guilty, he pulled out, earning another small eep, as he slid down the table.

An awkward silence fills the room, and he places her back on the table, so she could rest as he grabs the key, preparing to leave but not before taking a glance to her Double D breasts and slowly approaches to take a quick sip, earning another weak moan before he runs away.

“He…how did he know Hecate liked the back door?” A guard asks.

“How do YOU know that?” Another questions confused.

“She is my ex but yeah, those potions would have left him blind, how did he manage to tame her like that?”

“Did you catch how many times she came before him?”

“3 times, and I think was close to a fourth by the time Mark finished.” The guards keep the discussion as Hecate's name is crossed just like Leto.

Biting her fingernail Lilith saw the state both of her generals were left in, leaving her with only one General remaining.

“Clotho, just run, this human has tricks, we need time to think how to face him. We can’t wear him down so easily either.”

“Got it boss.” Clotho says, but when she ends the call, she sees said human exiting the hallways and staring back at her, cleaning his mouth from Hecate’s milk.

Like Leto, Chotho also was wearing armor, but hers was only a chest plate, while her lower half was a skirt with some square patterns, and a belt with doll heads, and on both arms were two silver wrists guards, with a shooter on it. She was the shortest of the generals leaving half a head of Mark, had baby blue fur and silver tail and had a cute shaved head with a mohawk in the middle, that extended beyond her head ending on her back.

The two look at each other in surprise before she takes to the air as fast as she could, Mark giving chase right after.

“Aren’t you a bit tired? You got Leto and Hecate already!” She calls in slight fear. “Look at me, compared to them I’m not exactly much to look at!” She called, but he didn't listen and was acting mostly out of instinct.

“I know it's just to survive, but come on! We could think of something? Maybe the Queen will not turn you right away?” She flies higher to the upper floors, using her strings to slow him down.

“Plus, this is our home turf, you don’t know anything about this castle.” Mark finally corners her as she slowly marches backwards until she hits a wall. “Where is everything, what hidden rooms there are, the trap door you are standing on” She suddenly smirks and pulls a torch opening a false floor, from which Mark falls down into the dungeon as she flies upward into her room which was filled to the brim with string puppets.

“Scared by a stallion, this is just humiliating.” She mumbles in anger.

Taking a moment to breathe, she approaches her own crystal ball next to her own crystal cube and sits on the chair.

“Well, nothing else to do, except wait for Le and He to wake up, and then we can give him a good bite.” She nods formulating a plan, she peaks at the dungeon, except other than bones, there was nobody there.

“What?” Changing channels she tries to find Mark, getting more frustrated and then scared when he wasn’t anywhere.

“Where the heck did he hide now?”

Her blood froze when he heard some of her puppets move around her as she quickly scanned the room. Gulping, she starts to head to a wall with a secret exit on it, not realizing two hands rising behind her until it was too late and something covers her mouth and grabs her stomach.

Flapping her wings, trying to escape, she looks to the side and sees Mark smiling at her, and licking his lips before pulling them both into her bed.

Clotho tries to use her strings to get away, but Mark only grabs the string and uses it to tie her up good, and toss her onto the bed.

“N-No wait, w-what if I fake it and you go. Or we cuddle a bit. J-just let's think about it and, no, no, no N…YES!” She screams at the top of her lungs when Mark removes her skirt and starts to massage her legs avoiding her crotch and making her sigh in ecstasy, as he found her most sensitive spots.

“A…eh h–how are you so freaking…gooood.” She starts to drool against his massage, as he smiles and methodically helps her relax and spins her in place exploring her body with delicacy, as she starts to drool more.

“Don’t worry sweetie, I will not hurt you.” Mark says kissing her cheek, making her coo in happiness as his hands goes south and gets closer to her cute yellow panties.

“Just one small scream, ok?”

“Hehe ok.” She says, completely in trance, having turned into his personal puppet, as Mark gets to work and plays with her G-Spot and clit, while his other hand plays with her B cups. Making her eyes roll and starting to slowly build a rhythm as her orgasm is fast approaching, ending with one loud scream that shatters the box.

“There you go, good girl.” Mark praises her, as she kisses his cheek.

“Hehe, call me ok?”

Mark chuckles and grabs her face to give her a long kiss, making her eyes flutter as he goes back inside her and gives her another round that knocks her out as she falls unconscious on the bed, leaving two strings of saliva and juices behind.

“Damn it!” Lilith bites off her nail in frustration and slight fear once she sees her final general fall, and tosses the crystal ball away.

“Ok human, you want to play with the big girls? Let's dance.” She glares at the door waiting for the human to open it.