The Chronomancer

A small, orange filly of the pegasi variety approached the quest board of the village. Hazy Peak. A small mountain village where the cold morning air became thinner as she hiked. Luckily decorated with a fighting staff and scarf for warmth, the monk known as Scootaloo felt fitted enough to traverse the rocky paths.

A cloud of mist escaped her lips as she let out an exhausted sigh, placing her staff against the board and sitting back to warm her hooves against her chest. Maybe gloves weren't such a bad idea after all. "Monks aren't supposed to be into material stuff but this is ridiculous!" She shuddered, catching a glimpse of a request nailed to the board. She stood to read, the handwriting and paper still legible despite stuck in the cold whipping winds of the mountain.

"To any brave fighters. The village calls upon you to help us from the oppressive f-farce? Force. Force of evil that haunts our humble village. The wizard near the top of the mountain blocks our way to the top for prayer to the sky ancestors. Any attempts to negotiate fall on deaf ears at the gates, and only young mares are able to enter, which haven't returned. We offer a free room and 200 bits to anyone who can defeat the wizard. Let any of the townsfolk know if you accept."

"Not much coin, but wizards usually cave after a smack on the nose. Then I could check out the top!" She giggled, spinning the staff onto her back with a flaunt. Quickly she made her way to one of the shops, gently swinging the door open to see an older mare sitting back in her chair, sewing what appeared to be a coat in the works.

"Oh hello dear! It's rare to receive visitors in our humble town. Most stay away after the wizard appeared." She greeted, placing her kit down and standing to the counter. "Now what can I get you?"

"I'm just looking for some snow shoes. I came from the valley below and wanted to see the top of the mountain." She explained, showing her bare hoof that was a bit pale from the cold. "My mentor said the tallest peaks in the lands would guide me to the fountain of potential. Where my wings would be healed and I'd grow stronger."

The old mare's lime colored hoof adjusted her glasses with a worried look, slowly turning around with a nervous shake while looking at her displayed articles of clothing. "Oh dear. You really should just go back down that trail. That wizard blocks the path with his fortress, and nopony who's gone in has come back out." She explained, finding a woven box with items inside, pulling out a fluffy pair of wool boots.

"I know. I'm going to beat him up and free the prisoners!" The filly declared, spinning her staff around her hoof before firmly planting it on the wood flooring. The old mare blinking before letting out a defeated sigh.

"Yes. That's what the last one said. Here." She placed the boots firmly on the counter, pushing them to the small pegasus. "No point in having cold feet in whatever dungeon you're caged in. Foolish girl." The old lady huffed, slowly walking around as Scootaloo fitted the woven covers on her hooves. The old mare walking to the door. "I'll let the elder know. If you're not back by morning we'll assume he got you."

Scoots grumbled at the lack of faith. She'd fought wizards before! Even monsters! Her hooves definitely felt more comfortable though, so the free boots were worth it at least. Her small wing flicked the staff onto her back again, holding it in place as she exited the small store. Dozens of eyes were on her as she saw the store owner disappear into the nearby center home. The villagers of various generations stared as she trotted her way towards the trail out of town and up the mountain, eager to get away from the prying eyes. Her ears flickering at the voices in hushed whispers. "There goes another one." "She must be crazy." "Five coins says that stick gets sent back without her."

She never got such a harrowing sendoff before. Her body feeling less confident until the town disappeared out of sight behind her.

The cold roads became more snowy as she traversed the mountain, finding only a few warning signs until the sight of a tall tower appeared. The road leading straight to closed metal gates with a single solid loop on the outside. The tall stone walls seeming unclimbable without tools. Against her better judgement, the filly approached the towering gate. "H-hello? Mister Wizard?" She called out.

No answer.

With a nervous clearing of her throat she lifted the large hoop on the door, releasing it. The resulting sound was a booming echo that covered the mountain. Her body frozen without the need of any cold as she gazed up at the snowy slopes to her right.

Quiet. She had no idea what she'd do if an avalanche fell down towards her. A few more moments passing before she heard a loud creaking, catching her attention. Quickly she took out her staff and watched as the ominous gate slowly opened. "Alright! Show yourself wizard!" She howled confidentially. Ready to face any fireballs or tricky spells with her agility. Thanks to the boots she didn't feel so stiff from the cold and was heated for a fight. Her tension soon relaxed in a disappointed slump with the sight of only a small empty courtyard with the looming tower ahead. "Dumb magic. Doesn't even bother to get the door himself."

Walking forward she suddenly passed through what felt like an invisible barrier, the bloopy sound almost inviting as she looked back, pressing her hoof to it again as it resisted. It was as if it didn't want her to leave, but wouldn't stop her if she decided to return empty hoofed. It's purple aura bouncing off her hoof as she couldn't help but giggle. "Maybe not so dumb." With a flick of her hoof she turned back to the fortress, a more determined expression on her face.

The filly swung open the smaller doors into the castle, greeted with the blue transparent face of an older stallion. "Woah!" She flew back with her staff at the ready, seeing the stallion chuckle. His body like a ghosts she could walk through.

"Welcome back. You must be another adventurer." His voice felt like it was directly in her mind, not coming from anywhere. As if her own thoughts were his voice. What did he mean by 'back'? "So you've been sent to defeat me." He spoke, the ghostly form approaching as she tried to poke her staff at his chest, only to be faced nose to nose with the apparition. The staff gone right through him as he looked over her. "You certainly are adorable with that little stick. By all means come upstairs if you think you can stop me." He sung, chuckling to himself before disappearing in a ghostly mist. Her chest heaving as she swallowed her fear. She never met a wizard that could do that... Still. He could've been lying. Only way to get the truth was beat it out of him!

She climbed forward up the carpeted stone staircase. For some reason her body feeling heavier as she followed the spiraling steps. An ominous feeling of deja vu washing over her as she stopped next to the second door. The sound of moans behind it as she took out her staff. One of the other missing adventurers?

The familiar face of the stallion apparition poking out as she yelped, nearly falling on herself against the railing as he stepped out. "Yes. That's one of your fair maidens, but why don't you come see me directly? Once I'm beaten I won't be able to hold them after all."

"You're trying to trick me."

"I'm saving us time. After all that is my specialty." He winked, raising his hoof up the stairs invitingly before disappearing in another puff of smoke. Saving time? Scootaloo's hoof rested on her forehead as she closed her eyes. She was missing something but couldn't figure out what! The moaning she heard earlier seemed to die down as she pressed her ear to the door once more. Was she okay? "It's not polite to eavesdrop by the way." The wizards voice whispered through the door, almost like he was in her ear as she froze. "She's not going anywhere. After all there's a bigger reward for my capture."

She didn't sound uncomfortable in there. Somehow a sense of urgency wasn't felt in her. Cautiously she continued her way up, uninterrupted until she reached the top floor, passing quieter doors on her way she couldn't seem to open herself. At the top, a more decorated door with engravings on them was in her path. Her chest felt even tighter. This overwhelming oppressive feeling of Deja vu inside her somehow. Her hoof slowly turning the door knob. Opening the door she was met with her own reflection. Was this a trick? Wow her mane was so messy. Suddenly the reflection gently stepped forward, kissing her cheek before simply walking back down the stairs where she came from.

"W-wha?"

"Come on in." The familiar soothing voice invited her into the room. With a double take to see she wasn't hallucinating, she simply stepped into the large royal bedroom. The lit fire to her left with two chairs. An open bathroom surrounded by half closed curtains to her right. The glasslike door to the balcony she spotted in the courtyard earlier next to where the wizard was, seated right on the foot of his large royal bed. The sheets unkempt as he stepped off. His fur a humble grey with flowing long white hair. His crystal blue gaze looking over her with a disarmingly warm expression. "You seem confused."

The pegasus looked back where the other Scootaloo disappeared too, still hearing the steps going down the tower before he appeared right next to her. His hoof manually closing the door as she finally felt the full feeling she was experiencing up the stairs. Did she know him? She gulped as the older stallions hoof gently lifted her own covered hoof, sliding the shoe off before gently kissing her limb in greeting.

"Yes. That was you. The moment you passed through the magic barrier you entered my time loop. Another you will come once we've had our time here." He explained. She tried listening as best as she could through the overwhelming smell of his scent. "Pardon the smell. Leftover from our last encounter." He chuckled. "Yes, the first time we met we did fight. You're a very talented fighter, but in the end I was victorious, and would be again if we did fight. Your original agreed I could have one night with you if I won, and if not I'd release the other fillies." He snickered, turning his back and letting his tail flick her chin teasingly.

"But I'm a chronomancer, and one night can become an eternity for us." He smiled, his horn glowing as she saw two transparent ghosts. One of her and one of him. Like a play she watched as the two fought, though she was able to dodge and weave his attacks, he teleported one place to the other. The reflection of herself he was showing suddenly held up by his magic.

"I caught you."

His warm breath heated her ear as she felt him standing over her back. The chronomancer's warm belly covering her as he easily floated her coat and staff away. The two equines observing as she saw her past self laid down on the bed, climbed over by him. A shuddering sigh leaving her lungs as the larger form slammed down with his hips right into her. The two disappeared in another cloud of mist. "T-then how did I walk out of here if I lost?"

"I honor my word. In the morning, you walk out of here. You saw it yourself." He whispered softly. His bassy voice making her legs quiver before his magic lifted her other front hoof, slowly sliding off the boots. "Of course, the other mares had similar circumstances, but they didn't make any deals like you. They were just defeated before giving in." He hummed, lifting her chin as she felt his facial fur tickle her lips. "But you don't have to worry about them anymore. You're right where I want you."

She let in a breath, ready to argue but it was as if he knew. His lips pressed on hers, sinking her down onto the floor before the two of them teleported to the giant bed, landing on the soft sheets with him towering over her. "We've gone through a lot of timelines. I know all about you. Your journey to fix your wings. Your past battles. Your mentor, Rainbow. That embarrassing moment where you couldn't fly out of the well you fell in years ago you swore you'd never tell anyone about.."

Her jaw dropped as that feeling came back. The oppressive tightness in her chest as she stared at this stranger. This wizard so tall above her as her lips quivered. This quest was way above her paygrade. She felt naked. Truly.

"S-so what now then...?" She asked nervously. Mere puddy under him as she realized how at his mercy she was.

"At a certain point, I became obsessed with you Scootaloo. I get to have you over and over. These 24 hours are ours. I'll do something different every time. Sometimes we'll simply have sex. Sometimes I'll regale you stories of my past of learning magic while you sit in my lap at the fire. Sometimes we'll simply sleep or cuddle. Sometimes I'll be very, very rough." He spoke casually. He licked his lips as his hoof pressed over her neck, making her squeak in a strange excited way. "But you'll always be safe, able to leave healthy as a horse." His voice seemed genuine as he lowered on top of her, petting her mane with a sigh.

"W-we have sex?" She shuttered, getting a chuckle as if he heard an inside joke.

"Lots."

With that she felt his hooves wrap over her head, pulling her in as his giant lips engulfed hers. A deep warm hum that felt familiar to her lips slowly dropped her guard. His body pinning her down while her rear hooves were slowly parted, a warm leathery tip pressing over her folds as she let out a muffled yelp. "Mm!?"

"Mm.~" A sudden wet rush of meat slammed deep inside her body, making her howl before his large tongue invaded, muffling her howl as the sensation of magic eased her pain. A panting groan escaping as he smiled into the kiss. Soon her body sinking as her insides accumulated to his size. His mouth parting hers as he panted. "Like that, you're all set for the night."

"T-this is weird." She admitted, more shocked by how easy it was to settle in than the situation itself. She expected adventure. Resistance. Fighting. A large monster to hit with her stick until it fell down! Her chest was smooshed under his weight as he cupped her cheek. His hips slowly rocking back and forth as her insides melted around the cock with ease.

His lips lowered to her muzzle as he stopped short. "I also know some of your favorite things to do. We've had a lot of time to find out." He whispered, his other hoof on her cheek as her view was only him. "You love to breathe me. Something about my mouth becomes your focus most of the time."

"What do you mea- AAAH!?" Her muzzle disappeared in his lips as his tongue cradled under her chin, wearing his muzzle like a gas mask. His mouth closed over her as she felt his own lungs fill hers. The heat. The wet tongue toying with her lips. The feeling of his voice humming over her face while she inhaled his lungs. He really did know. Her eyes rolled back while hugging his head tightly. The massive shaft between her legs joining in rhythm with her breathing as her body slid back and forth, hugging him as he grinned over her muzzle.

"Mmmm.~" He hummed before finally parting the kiss against her wishes. Her little voice whining as her hooves tried to pull him back. "You'll pass out if we go any longer." He whispered, heaving his hips still as her tongue dipped out, still trying to inhale him. His hoof lowering to her chest to keep her pinned, bucking slowly. "You made the rules. I'd love to smother you with my breath but you'll just have to take breaks like a good filly." He huffed, licking under her chin as she moaned.

"J-jerk...." She grumbled, using her rear hooves to hug his flanks in as he let out his own moan, encasing her muzzle before jamming his tongue deep down her tight throat. "Gngh!" His full weight crushed her as the ring of his cock popped her folds. With a deep moan a rush of hot cum leaked into her womb, filling her up with a wet slosh. The filly only able to lay flat as he unleashed his timeless lust inside her, drooling wildly as he parted the throat fucking smooch.

"Ahhh... How much do you want to bet you'll come right back up and give in? The other you I mean. I'd love a two for one.~" He taunted. His pre leaking in her as she panted and whimpered with a twitchy shudder. A soft exclaimation of breath moaning gently from her as he smiled wildly.

"Let's continue..."