The Chronomancer

Her limbs felt so wobbly descending down the staircase. Scootaloo was fighting every single urge in her body not to turn around and march back up to where her doppleganger was in the next cycle.

With a sense of urgency, she trotted past the courtyard, meeting the magical barrier and sighing before passing through. A rush of cold air returning to crevices between her hairs as the chill sunk in. Her little hooves slowing in the knee deep snow.

"Don't..."

She had felt her hooves pausing already, audibly trying to stop what she knew her body was thinking. She was risking her freedom, but the other filly's weren't given the choice she was.

Save the others, fail and be a sex toy in an endless time loop or walk away...

"Damn it..." The pegasus monk spun around and plunged through the barrier, climbing back up the entry stairs with a shudder. Would returning break the cycle? Would that mean he'd have to simply start again? She had to know. Her fur stood on end, remembering the heat and bass of his voice.

She wasn't met with a ghost or himself this time as she entered, though she didn't doubt he knew she was back. With a gulp, she journeyed back up the spiral staircase until back outside the room she was claimed in before.

"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..." Her chest tightened, hearing his taunts from earlier like an echo through time activating pure deja vu that made the moment feel destined. The little monk's own voice inside muffled, moaning and whimpering as his hums were devouring her dopplegangers face within that room. The outside Scootaloo lifted her hoof, about to turn the doorknob and simply surrender herself selflishly until she heard something she didn't expect.

Another filly's voice howling in pleasure from the top of the tower.

Pausing, a groan escaped as she turned. She really, REALLY wanted to walk in, but she knew her mentor would be disappointed in that choice. Maybe she'll just lose again, who knows.

She hopped step to step, following the loud, unrestrained panting and howls of a filly going through pure ecstacy. Her fur stood on end while listening, knowing that could have been her fate if she didn't take any deals. Her underside felt slick between steps, aching at the memory. Was it so bad?

The filly stopped at the top of the staircase finally face to face with a large two door entryway that seemed to hide the top of the towers interior behind it. The moan sounded utterly euphoric until Scootaloo realised she could hear dozens of other sounds. Hums, moans, licks, wet pounds and grunts. A smell seeped from the cracks she could only describe as the very word itself.

Sex.

Her legs trembled slightly before gathering her courage, with a final turn her rear hooves bucked against the door. The sight utterly taking the breath from her as she stared at the scene. Her body trembling in shock and despite already being utterly defiled, the small tomboy couldn't imagine it at such a scale.

Dozens of dopplegangers of Sweetie Belle and The Chronomancer were spread throughout a room of endless pillows, blankets and each others bodies. In endless pairs and groups all entangled in an endless orgy. The smell of sex like it's own biome as Scootaloo stood in the doorway, her senses completely overwhelmed.

The filly looked on, seeing the unicorn sorceress in every scenario she could think of. Sandwiched between two stallions, both crushing her between them as her womb and rump were stuffed will the chronomancer's shaft. What could only be described as a tongue pit where a single Sweetie was being licked by dozens of stallions thick tongues, not giving an inch to breathe fresh air as she could only pant the heat of thier tasters and bodies utterly encasing her. Some were even given free reign without a stallion, enjoying herself and him vice versa.

This entire room was a condensed pocket of pure degeneracy. Scootaloo managed to collect herself for a split second and see a dim light funneling from each Sweetie Belle clone that was draining from her horn. Following the trails of magical energy, they all spiraled upward into a single point. A deep emerald gem with lightning flickering around it. A sense of near endless power within that continued to be filled and condensed with the subjegated sorceress fillies, all being drained by it while draining their captors.

"Hah....."

Scootaloo's single overwhelmed exhale of breath turned all of thier heads suddenly. A deep, existentially sinking feeling filling her gut as all the filly's blushed and all of the stallions gave a lustful grin. Her legs trembling at the unnatural sight as she whimpered.

A stream of steamy liquid released onto the stone under her, unable to even process her body's reaction.

"My... I suppose this is a lot to take in."

Scootaloo froze as the silohuette of a fully dressed Chronomancer walked around from behind her. While all these other stallions seemed to be young adults, this chronomancer was near middle age. His eyes more squinted and warm looking then the rest. She felt the pulsating magic from his fully saturated crown's turquoise gem, and the pure control in his voice.

He was the original.

"At a certain point I got curious after you chose to come back in to this utopia over and over and thought I would give you free reign of the present castle. Here I thought you would return to your room and simply throw yourself into my hooves with your doppleganger, but now you've seen just how far it can go. Endless. An ocean of pleasure." He chuckled lightly to himself, the Sweetie Belles all suddenly getting blindfolds as the stallions returned to defiling them. Echoes of moans escaping in a near white noise.

"Unfortunately, she's the only one who gets that privilege at the moment. Her magical potential is utterly endless and now fuels the tower. Soon I will cast a spell to grow the barrier to the size of a country. All of my varients will have the magical ability to continue the process until the world is mine." He explained, a hoof cupping under her chin. "Every varient will have his own filly. I will breed with them and my family will have the ability to control time itself. My endless dynasty. Forever." He licked his muzzle, admiring her features. "No more dangerous adventures. No more other world ending threats. A simple occupation of our timeline with me as it's guardian."

"Ayuhs if."

A sudden blast of light from the staircase pushed the older earth stallion into the stone wall next to the door. Scootaloo turned in shock to see a fully armored earth filly and a worn out looking sorceress unicorn filly panting next to her. "Wh-" She was cut off as the paladin filly blitzed past her into the orgy room, running through the field of stallions trying to grab her before she lept from her shield like a ramp, grabbing the emerald gem.

What happened next made Scootaloo's body feel ill. As the gem disconnected from the other Sweetie Belle's reality twisted and warped. The oldest stallion recovering as he stood and turned into the doorframe, howling in anger as Applebloom smashed the gem with a punch from her armored hoof.

All the varients within the orgy room discipated, seeming to be erased from the timeline as the chronomancer collapsed in a fit of despair. "What have you done!? My life's work!"

Applebloom landed upon the stained pillows, the shattered pieces sprinkling into nothing around her as she kicked her shield back up to rest her forehoof on.

"How the hell did you escape?" The older wizard growled, utterly baffled at how both the original Sweetie and Applebloom were freed.

"You forgot to heal your bruised neck from my little choking attack and couldn't get off while all sore. I managed to knock out you out while you were healing before running into your real power source. The unicorn!"

The country filly pointed to the still flustered but now free sorceress who was leaning on her staff from the staircase, miraculously managing to walk those steps, utterly spent from his depraved obsession with her. "With her free, yer illusions couldn't hide where the gem was. It's over chronomancer. Surrender!"

"You think you've won!? The gem was merely the source of energy for my crown. I still hold years of magical energy, and I will use it to claim Sweetie again. I'll have you in the deepest underground dungeon to be tossed around by my varients. Every one of me will have a turn unleashing their frustrations rutting you like an animal!" The chronomancer's crown glowed bright blue-green.

A torrent of familiar silver collars emerged from the ground as they struck like vipers towards all three of them. Applebloom lifted a shield of magic encasement while Scootaloo quickly sprung into action, twisting her staff and striking away all of the collars skillfully with martial mastery, protecting Sweetie between the wizard and thier escape.

"Go! Git that unicorn outta here!" Applebloom summoned a torrent of holy chains to hold the stallions hooves in place. Her swords and his own staff floated through the air, clashing and echoing metalic blasts as Scootaloo nodded.

Sweetie was a mess, her fur crusty and limbs shakey as she struggled to follow the monk back down the steps. "He drained me too much. I can't cast or move well!" She panted, walking like an old mare. "I have one more spell, but you'll have to carry me after." She explained, focusing as Scootaloo tsked with a nod of her head again, diving away as another collar suddenly appeared.

She was met with another varient, recently summoned by the old wizard who was eyeing her up and down. "Hello again, Scootaloo. Why not just give up? I promise not to tell them about the well.~"

Her body trembled, realizing this was her varient. The one that took her virginity. "I'll take you away from all of it. We can get a cozy little home where I'll fuck you over and over. Just give me the sorceress." He lulled his voice, licking his muzzle. Every part of her was screaming yes except her mind.

"A monk is a master of the body." She repeated her mentors words, suddenly using her staff to vault over the varient. As the stallion watched dumbfounded, the pegasus sprinted behind the distracted original chronomancer. With a howl, she whipped her staff to his head, pulling the crown off and whipping it away towards Applebloom. "Catch!"

The paladin beamed and slammed her shield into the floor. Her chains whipped back and launched into the now freed crown as the older wizard shouted in protest. The momentum shooting it into Applebloom's hooves.

She had it. The yellow furred filly panted as the stallion was left bare, with no more magical focus.

"Surrender."

Scootaloo declared, pointing her staff at the pale male's muzzle.

"Neve-"

WHAPP!

"Agh! My nose! Fuck!"
The chronomancer groaned, falling on his haunches while rubbing his sore muzzle, the pegasus twirling her stick satisfied.

"You forgot me, brats." Everyone turned to see the variant, who now had Sweetie Belle in his hooves, seated on the railing of the stairs. She was slumped defeated, too exhausted to resist. "Give him back the crown, or I'll toss her."

Scootaloo and Applebloom grimaced. The crown had all of Sweetie's magic and the hundreds of her varients. Giving it back would be the equivilent to defeat. It would end with them all shackled. It would start again and the world would be in peril of his perversion of both time and fillies.

"Break... It..."

Sweetie groaned lightly. Before the chronmancers could even process what she said, Applebloom dropped the artifact, lifting her deadly shield. Scootaloo took action, rushing as the varient had kept his promise after realizing what was happening, pushing the unicorn off the railing to fall. With all of her speed, the pegasus jumped off after her.

Applebloom slammed her shield down upon the artifact, a torrent of energy released as the crown shattered into pieces. The chronomancer's varient lifting his hooves in a helpless plight before being erased from the timeline.

Below the tower's top room, Scootaloo was diving to the sorceress, her face rippling with the speed until she managed to grapple the filly. Spreading her wings, all of her might went into her feathers. Her aura growing until the two begun to slow thier descent, safely landing at the entryway of the tower.

"Y'all good down there!?" Applebloom could be heard above, who had the now silent and gagged chrnomancer chained up for transport.

"We're alive!" Scootaloo panted, slumping back with Sweetie as the two paused to reflect. A knowing silent between the two of them before Scoot's broke it.

"I'm kind of sad we won."

"I'm not. That was exhausting." Sweetie groaned, feeling all crusty and gross. "I need a bath."

"Didn't he give you one?" Scootaloo tilted her head, remembering the room she had that night in.

"We kind of lost track of time..."

After an hour and a much needed cleaning for Sweetie Belle, The three reconvened in the empty lobby of the tower. The defeated stallion in chains with a gag around his mouth as Applebloom somehow dragged him along with ease despite her size.

"Nice to meetcha Scootaloo! I heard all about you from the capital, Miss Sorceress." The paladin adjusted her helmet in an honorary tilt as the young unicorn blushed.

"You can just call me Sweetie Belle. Thank you for coming to rescue me. I was too cock- too reckless challengimg him. I should've scouted more and figured out what I was dealing with." She sighed, managing a small air spell to dry off her damp fur from her bath before they went out into the snow.

"Mrghrmpher..."

"Shut up old fart. I'd be more sorry if you didn't toss her off a whole staircase ten stories up."

"Thagh tehnammy wahm mhh!" [That technically wasn't me!]

"What did he say?" Applebloom yanked his chains, nearly pulling him off his hooves as they opened the large doors and made their way out of the courtyard.

"Probably some pervy stuff. Don't take his gag off, he'll try and seduce his chains off or something." Scootaloo grumbled, still shuddering. It would take a lot of meditation to cast these shivers from her body.

"So you said you were going up the mountain to try an' find the highest peak?" The paladin asked, her shield on her back getting covered in the light snowfall as they began leaving the walls of the fortress behind them.

"Yep. I came to check the top of Hazy Peak first to see which one it was if that wasn't it."

"Oh? The tallest one is Hollow Peak on the north ridge actually. That's where I'll be headed." Sweetie explained, making the monk filly beam.

"Oh that saves me a trip! Wanna go together? You could join us too, Paladin Applebloom"

"Just Applebloom. I'm going tuh bring him to the elder in town to arrange his transport to be tried. I am pretty curious what the big hoopla is though. I'll come try and meet you... guys..." The Paladin stopped as her eyes rested on a large clearing of fresh snow as the other two stopped in thier tracks. "Where'd the village go?"

The three's fur stood on end as a wicked laugh from behind crept into their chilled ears. The chronomancer squinting in an amused smile behind his mouthwrap.

"Everything was an illusion..." Sweetie uttered. Her pupils near pins at how such a devious stallion had orchestrated their capture.

"Even the snowshoes!?"

He gave a shrug, they seemed real.

Applebloom gave a huff of disbelief, turning her head a bit as she realized her trek would be longer than she thought.

"Ah think I'll have to take a rain check on your adventure, girls. We should all meet again in the capital. We made a pretty good team!" The vibe of the three switched back to optomistic as they all nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Take care you two. Don't go wondering into strange towers without me again." She giggled, suddenly yanking the chronomancer to his belly, climbing on his back with the chains twisting around his muzzle.

"Giddy up pervert! YEEEE HAAAAW!"