Undeath and Rebirth

“Phew! I could use a shower!” Said Lightning Spark, her fur matted in sweat as she tossed a towel over her shoulder. She'd peel off her form-fitting costume on the spot, were she not surrounded by so many people, especially all the boys! “We really whooped some butt back there!”

“Holographic effigies, but yes,” retorted Kyube, tongue slightly sticking out with each pant. Chisana nearly collapsed on her back, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Real or not, they've sure got some nice buns,” teased Wispy with a grin, making the pegasus cheeks flush. “I'm pretty sure we could get that shower if you wanted! Didn't you bathe in one of these virtual reality chambers, Princess Butterbuns?” She threw an arm around Eclipsed Heart to draw her close.

“I did,” admitted the pop princess.

“You all handled yourselves admirably,” noted Kitsune. With her lost tail, she'd struggled to keep pace with everyone, but Layla's promises that her removed limb could be replaced soothed her.

The simulation ended abruptly, the virtual reality unraveling into the static white room. “Hey, what gives?” Wispy exclaimed, a hand planted on her wide hip. “I was about ready for wave five!”

Layla’s voice answered through the ship’s telecom. ‘I must ask that everyone gather in the main lobby. There is… grave news…’

Everyone immediately packed their belongings and rushed towards the main deck of the Glamorguis. Others alerted by the announcement murmured amongst themselves. The pop diva spotted Arron’s towering frame and led her party to where the demi-humans stood. While her bitter feelings about them lingered (specifically Seb), Eclipsed Heart persisted in having a somewhat peaceful relationship with them. Especially given the dire circumstances of their fractured worlds!

But the only sound Eclipsed could utter was a dreadful gasp when the hallway doors that lead to the infirmary parted, her soulful neon pink eyes widening at the heart-wrenching sight.

Walking out was the Fallen One, Zeloph, dark blue locks hiding his tear-stained face while cradling the lifeless body of the unicorn mare Atalanta, better known by her once villainous moniker Shadow Scythe, close to his lithe chest.

Beatrix Belladonna pushed through the crowd, disbelief and sadness filling her sorrowful violet eyes. “N-no… No! S-She can’t be!! She isn’t—”

“Beatrix,” Iclyn cuts in sharply, her voice melancholic. “Spare everyone's theatrics and face the truth. She’s gone.”

The witch recoiled with anguish, struggling not to fall onto her knees and sobbing. So she instead clung onto the deighdyr, who allowed the gesture and wrapped an arm around her hunching shoulders.

Everyone watched grimly as Zell gradually made his way to where Layla stood, her hands folded together in front. Julianne followed behind him, holding the urn that held the dust of Atalanta’s father, Quicksilver Bullet.

Dion tucked both Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer into his arms. Bellatrix, Wispy, Eclipsed, Analise, Chisana, and Arron held their heads low while Kyube and Kitsune grasped each other’s hands. Seb removed his hat and held it to his chest, and Arcanum Folklore stared solemnly. Lightning and Web Spinner had to help Midnight up, each arm around their shoulders while at a loss for words.

But perhaps the most crestfallen was the mother of demons herself, who falsely promised the seraphic demi-human his lover could be saved.

“I am truly sorry, Zeloph,” Layla said gently.

“There was nothing you or anyone could do,” he acknowledged, voice hoarse and void of emotion. “But there is one thing I would like…”

She bent down to hear him whisper his request before giving a lone nod. Then, the motherly succubus swiftly lifted into the air, summoned the UFO’s control panel, and sent the ship coordinates for a specific location. Pallium gave a series of mournful beeps and warbles and lifted off the building it was roosting on, which crumbled under pressure.

Not a word was spoken while the saucer-shaped beast sailed over the desolate civilization before it finally hovered over the cliff side of a vast valley full of overgrown sunflowers, not unlike the one Zeloph’s tail was shaped after.

“We've arrived,” announced Layla to break the tension.

“Sooner than I expected,” Zell noted dryly before offering a ‘thank you’ to the UFO. The central lobby hissed open, a platform ringed in light, waiting for the angel to step over before it would descend to ferry him outside.

His cerulean gaze cast over the crowd of allies and friends, heaving a heavy sigh. “If anyone wishes to say something before I lay her and her father to rest, now is the time...”

Julianne strapped the urn to the belt around his waist. She then wrapped her arms around her fellow seraph and said, “Though we have not known each other long, I will cherish her greatly. She taught me what true joy looked like through her love for you. And had fate been different, I would have been honored to host your ceremony. But I will pray that she is at peace now.”

The rosy-haired nun walked off and placed her hand in Seb’s, who paid his respects. “Didn’t know her that well either. But she seemed like an elusive treasure. Something you can’t find nowadays that only a few were lucky to uncover. My condolences, Zeloph. She was ripped away from you too soon...”

The angelic demi nodded when the pin-striped devil bowed his head.

“I’ve never known Atalanta personally,” confessed Eclipsed Heart. “But I‘ve seen her through Cerise’s memories. Despite her villainy, parts of Cerise looked up and admired what she stood for. I think Cerise would be distraught to know she is no longer with us.” Her hot pink eyes found Zell, and she whispered, “I’m sorry for your loss…”

“Ya were the baddest bitch aahhht of aw of us,” sniffled Ana, her teary magenta gaze on Shadow Scythe. “Life dumped on ya wif tom shit ya didn’t even deserve. And yet, ya dug through it loike a champ. 'ad I knahn it would come ter this, I wouldn’t 'ave picked on ya so much. Cause I didn’t just miss aahhht on a sister-in-law, I missed aahhht on a good friend! I can’t even tell ya 'a sorry I am, edgie!”

The neon demoness stepped away to let Beatrix make peace. “If you never changed your evil ways and I found you dead as I do now, I would still be here, mourning for you. You saw through me like no one else would. And even if you’d never speak of it, I always saw us as close friends despite our animosity. I hope you’ll be with your mother and father now. And that they’re proud of how far you came… Goodbye, Atalanta.”

Once everyone had offered their parting words of kindness, Zeloph descended alone to Sacratera with his cold lover in his arms. Then, aware he only had a few minutes, he glided over the sea of sunflowers and landed in front of the remnants of his old home.

Greenery swathed the burial place of a deceased friend, Jonn, which he'd constructed with his own hands. He approached the entrance and placed his key in the lock, murmuring, “You would have liked this place. It’s not that different from the cottage…”

Zeloph entered the tomb of his past, familiar decorations, pictures, and furniture withered by age and ruin. Small critters affected by the planet’s harsh transformation scattered away when he walked into the living room.

He'd wanted something more elaborate but chose a place that suited the humble, simple life Jonn preferred. Flashes of golden memories of their time together spent playing music, doing chores, and doing hard labor for the neighboring city while offering what they could to the poor and homeless. The very same people he would later destroy out of blind hate.

Lithe hands placed the dead reaper mare atop a worn table lined in moss. The fallen angel’s luminescence lit the otherwise dreary room as a draft rolled across the earthy interior contrasted by sculpted stone. It only took him a few minutes to prepare her deathbed, the urn set aside.

The eyes on his plume widened when he heard a sound, summoning the Vorpal Blade into hand. “Who—…oh.” His posture relaxed at a fairy-like demi-human that made her way in. “… Did anyone else follow you?”

“No. Just me,” said Demi-Trix, her usual cheer sobered. “I want to help.”

His first instinct was to send the tulpa away. But he instead dismissed his multidimensional sword and said, “Yeah… I think she would have approved. Come.” He started to light the candles around the room, thankful they held thanks to their enchantments. Demi-Trix, too, lit them up one by one.

They worked silently while he observed the once self-proclaimed 'Goddess of Death.' His hand and weapon the unintended instrument of her demise. Mortis Saltaire had tricked him, driven him to carry out his vendetta, as Zeloph had been unaware of the spell Mortis cast...the one which had tied the souls of the two reapers and sealed her untimely fate.

He tried not to blame himself. Knew that she wouldn't want him to. Yet still...

A phantasmal radiance cast by the candles fell over Shadow Scythe's pale blue form and white mane.

“It's so pretty,” whispered Demi-Trix respectfully at his side. “Her, too. She looks so peaceful.” She watched the seraphic demi remove a couple of coins from his pocket and place them over his lover's eyes. Ancient Orichalcum, from a time lost to history, adorned her ritualistically. With that done, he bent to meet her forehead and planted a chaste kiss on her cool skin.

Zeloph shut his eyes, allowing the last of his sadness to ooze out his tired visage for a spell. When he reopened them, he said, “Let's head back. I’m starting to feel woozy, and I don’t want to—”

He noticed Demi-Trix had apparently already left, perhaps to let him grieve in peace. With a slight heave of his shoulders and a last look back, he exited.

A new sound graced his feathery ears, pulling his attention to the tree that sprouted before the dilapidated house. And perched on one branch was a lone avian creature, letting out low cronks and kaws.

It had a pale gray and black feather pattern, boasting characteristics of a corvid, yet was the size of a raptor. Its most distinguishing features are the hood-like crest, exposed rib and leg bones, and mirror-like eyes.

Zell stared in perplexion at this crude mimic of nature before it flew off over the house. Whether it was symbolic of something or just an odd occurrence, he didn’t bother to think about it, aware he didn’t have time before the air caused him to mutate.

Upon his return to the saucer, the false idol was met with a warm embrace from his succubus sister, which he returned tightly. Shortly, Julianne, Arron, and Seb joined in for the hug.

Once they pulled away, Zell approached Layla with a mute expression. “Prepare a virtual chamber for me. I don’t plan on coming out until I’ve unlocked all the Vorpal Blade has to offer me and my potential has been reached. I need to be ready for the next time I face Mortis. And I won't rest until I’ve scattered his ashes throughout the wind!”

His intent declared, his eyes were alit with vigorous vermillion light. To avenge Atalanta, Zeloph would have the execution of Mortis Saltaire and any of his allies so foolish as to stand in his way!

But unbeknownst to everyone, Demi-Trix had shrunken herself to hide and remain behind while Zeloph left the remnants of his old home. She popped back to her full size. “Sorry about that,” she murmured. “But a star should always know the best time to make her dramatic exit!”

The miniature mare stood next to Shadow Scythe's preserved body, her eyes lined in topaz Orichalcum coins. She started to dissipate once she let herself dissolve, the shared belief in the tulpa's existence unable to help tether her to the world anymore without Atalanta.

“It fits, really. You were my mom in my current incarnation. You willed me to life.”

Part of Demi-Trix wanted to turn back and say her farewells to everyone. But no, she didn't want any more tears after they'd lost so much so recently. “They'll hardly miss me, really! Probably won't even notice I'm not about!” She closed her eyes with a sad smile and a snicker.

With a theatrical bow and flourish at Shadow Scythe, she whispered, “And who knows? I've reincarnated from beyond before! So maybe I'll see you all again...someday...!”

That declared, she dissolved into the ether aside from her hat, which drifted before that, too, blinked out of existence.

Deep in the underbelly of the saucer-shaped eldritch beast, the two confined cretins remained dormant within their glass prison. Well, as dormant one would be if you were Autumn Equinox, who paced around restlessly.

“Lousy bimbos,” the bat mare scowled, her one eye looking over the massive bruises on her knuckles from all her feeble punching. “When I get out, I’m gonna strangle that bolted bitch first, right in front of her shitbrain brother! And then—”

“Pipe down,” came the slithery voice of her cellmate. The hag-looking harpy, Viscera, sat right under the funnel tube that would eject them into the Glamorguis’ stomach the moment she tried anything shifty. “I can’t concentrate when you make such a heedless racket.”

“Don’t remember asking you, bird breath,” huffed Equinox. “You’ve done nothing but sit on your ass! Meanwhile…” she took another few swings, confident she was starting to make a dent. “I’m doing all the hard work!!”

Viscera opened one eye and gave a throatful chuckle. “Can’t stand the thought of being trapped like a rat, can you? I take this isn't your first time being held captive~?”

Equinox glared at the demi-human and threatened, “If you know what's good for you, you'll keep your beak shut!!”

“Try anything, and I’ll puncture your pretty pectorals,” the vile sorceress warned. “That is if the beast doesn’t finish digesting us first.”

The muscular thestral knew that any more real commotion would set off the UFO and snorted, “Whatever. You ain’t got shit on me.”

Viscera deepened her grin. “You think I merely guessed about that warlock longing for his partner? Or Beatrix’s secret plight of wanting to keep her immortality and adventures, despite the consequences weighing her down?”

“The fuck are you babbling about?”

“When I said 'I had a witch’s intuition,' I wasn’t lying,” the bird-faced beldam went on with chartreuse eyes emanating a sickly glow. “From the Necronomicon, I’ve gained insight into everyone's innate desires and weaknesses. And with it, the history of those wishes. Such as a certain thestral’s wish to escape the male-favored system that broke her in~.”

That made Equinox tense up, her yellow pupil shrinking as she stared at the harpy devil irate. Unfettered, Viscera continued, “It wasn’t easy becoming a marauder, was it? Gave up parts of yourself until they left you for dead to that changeling swarm. That’s when you understood the cruelty of life.”

A lone tear streaked across Equinox’s scarred face, memories she tried to forget forcefully resurfacing before her mind.

“But you became better than them,” said the avian monstress. “You survived and hunted them like the filthy flea-ridden curs they were. What they stole from you, you took back tenfold! You made your name well known amongst the raiders, to the point that you got the attention of Fiery Kickstart, who saw you as a fitting piece in his plan to overthrow the crowned prince.”

The batmare clenched her teeth, fangs bare, her bruised knuckles white from how tightly she balled her fist.

“But you won’t settle for being a willing pawn, will you? You covet Fiery’s position. And you’ll do whatever—or whoever it takes.”

Viscera briefly flinched when Equinox slammed her fist next to her head, the two prisoners locked in a deep stare.

“Get to the point,” the thestral demanded through strained breath.

“I can give you what you want,” the nephilim surmised. “Along with the opportunity to see all you despise writhe and wriggle like worms on hooks~.”

Equinox narrowed her eye. “And how do you plan on busting us out of here? There’s only one pathway, and it’s through this thing’s intestines!”

Viscera pointed an elongated talon toward the ceiling tube above them. “Look carefully, and tell me what you see.”

The muscular thestral squinted a bit before noticing that the aperture-looking muscles weren’t fully closed, leaving a small gap in between. “So what? Unless you happen to be part octopus, we are not squeezing through that tiny ass hole!”

The Vile One rolled her eyes before elaborating. “While you were busy pounding the walls like a gorilla, I’ve been silently filling the Glamorguis’ internal passageways with anesthetic gas. Invisible to the naked eye.”

Equinox quickly jumped back, hand covering her muzzle. “Gah! Are you insane?! You could have knocked us out!!”

“Hence why I require concentration and silence,” retorted Viscera. “Due to the sheer size of this living frisbee, it’ll take some time until it begins contaminating the respiratory system. And I can only fume out small doses so that the toxic molecules remain undetectable. So do us both a favor. Zip your lips, and go sit down.”

The marauder sneered yet did as requested and sat by the corner of the glass cage furthest from Viscera. She glanced at the luminous eyes shining over them and muttered, “Won’t that demon whore notice her ship hasn’t responded and get suspicious?”

The vice lord gave an extra malicious smile. “Clearly, you haven’t been tuning in to the commotion up top. Put those big ears to good use for once and listen.”

Grumbling, Equinox closed her eye and relaxed her shell-shaped earlobes. Her brow furrowed when she heard a low sound echoing through the interior. “Someone's… crying..?”

“Ahh~! Such a sweet sound,” Viscera mused. “It seems poor Atalanta has finally passed on. I reckon everyone will be too grief-stricken to notice my breach in security.”

“I mean, I guess… damn, you are one cold turkey!”

The avian monstress tittered. “You flatter me~! Once the UFO temporarily shuts down, we’ll begin the next phase in my plan…”

Her twisted smile stretched as she obscured the glowing eye of the Glamorguis, noting it was already dimming slightly.

“… And then, I’ll be able to get him to do what I want~!”

The expansive, verdant jungle darkened and crumbled behind Mortis Saltaire and Andrei while they passed by. The undead unicorn and dragon traveled across the planet, leaving a rotting trail of dead plants and animals in their wake. Tailing behind them were Triad and Penny Dreadful; his minions thankfully spared this fate as their master drained the planet’s lifeforce, ghoulish green essence flowing into his clammy palms.

An alien bird spun and fell from the sky, its body left to decompose before Andrei stomped over its remains. Mortis paused after assimilating enough energy and stroked his flesh-lined skull. By this point, his past appearance as Danse Macabre had almost entirely returned.

“Alas, it is done. The betrayer is dead, and the spell is complete.”

And yet, he still felt hollow, hardly acknowledging the chilly sensation that washed over him, unable to utter a laugh.

Dusk fell over the land, and the wraith settled on making camp for the sake of Triad and Penny Dreadful, who needed to replenish themselves. He wouldn’t require their services for much longer once he claimed the demi-human’s soul, as well. His ghastly green eyes drifted to the UFO hovering in the distance, his tattered black robes billowing against a faint gale that passed through the surrounding trees that withered nearby.

He sensed more than a dozen souls collected within the saucer-shaped vessel and judged it unwise to assault it in his current state. No. The undead unicorn would pick his moment to strike until everyone who dared aid the traitor was at the mercy of his rusty scythe.

Andrei's three heads fed on wildlife but otherwise kept quiet that night. However, Triad excused himself for some privacy to meditate, unaware that the lady of clockwork followed him. The swordsman sat shirtless in the lotus position; his brown eyes closed until she approached.

“You should be reserving your strength.” The black kitasan stallion studied her blankly. “We don’t have long until—”

“Quite right.” The dark aquamarine avian tittered, her small beak twisted in a smile, a crazed shine within her coy eyes. She'd reached behind her frilly dress and undid the rows of laces, piece by piece. “I never got the chance to properly thank you,” she cooed. “After you saved me from that horrible excuse for a scientist!”

“Unnecessary,” he replied, yet found himself unable to look away when her dress pooled around her leonine feet, the half-bird, half-feline woman down to a bodice that barely covered her perky breasts and lacy panties. The moon's rays kissed curves and downy feathers.

“But I want to thank you,” She strode closer in a swivel of her hips and a leonine tail. Inches from him, she unhooked her bra and allowed her breasts to flop free, her nipples erect under the draft. Her tail's furred tip tickled the cameltoe visible on her puffy cunt below thin silk. “And should this be our final fight? Well, I’d rather my last romp with a man be you, Triad. Won't you honor a fair lady's dying request~?”

Despite any reservations, as he'd often been warned in his politician days to 'never stick his dick in crazy,' the swordsman’s shaft pressed painfully hard into his pin-striped pants. Mesmerized as she hooked into the band of her panties, then slid them down to bear herself totally to him, she tossed the article onto his snout, blinded as the scent of her pussy on the panty crotch filled his nostrils.

“You can keep those,” she mused, the bodice discarded, too. “And the bra, should you like, stud~.” Her eyes half-lidded while he removed her soaked panties from his face, and he felt before he saw her unzip his pants, fish out his sizable horsecock, and went down on him without fanfare as a slurp resounded.

Groaning, Triad cast his head back, thankful that despite the appearance of her small sharp beak, it felt comparable to any pair of lips wrapped around his dick. The griffoness serviced him slowly, dragging his shaft and its precum across her blush-adorned face. Pecks and licks were planted across the vein-lined surface of his tool; her tongue traced across it as she took him into her beak. Penny leaned forward on all fours, the plush cheeks of her heart-shaped derriere visible when she took him to the hilt, traced her soft muscle around his dick, then steadily picked up speed.

Soon, she started to bob her head like a parakeet while she sucked him off. “Aah! N-not so fast,” he pleaded with a wheeze. “I'll cum-” Yet that seemed to spur her on harder as she stared into his eyes and smoldered, her feathered hands on his muscled hips while she fucked her face on his horsecock and worshiped it with all the crazed lust she could muster.

Gentlemanly to the last, she realized it was entirely up to her to take control. To show the kitasan stallion how much his aid meant to her. Her wingspan stretched out, took his hands, and guided them to the back of her head as she directed them to brutalize her face, which he speared.

“Gluck~mmph—!” Penny choked herself on his size, felt it stretch her throat, its interior, and her mouth and belly lined in a trail of slimy precum that his flared tip spat each time it throbbed and pulsed inside her moist, hot, slick mouthpussy.

“I-I can't—!” Triad warned her, but rather than pull away, she slammed her open beak down to his hilt and smothered her face in his crotch. Her eyes turned to saucers when his flare, stuck in her throat as it expanded, exploded. The volcanic eruption of cumshots fired stream-after-stream into her tummy, where it settled like lava love until more of his semen erupted out of her nostrils.

Penny felt her eyes water, yet she wouldn't dare pull away even if she wanted to; her lower sex holes clenched as her pussylips dripped, and she unleashed a small squirt over the earth.

When she yanked him free of her maw, his shaft bobbed and fired a few more ropes across her mane, face, and tits. Then, glazed by her lover, she released something between a purr and moan as she rubbed his cum into her tits in lazy circles. “Poor boy. You were so pent up!”

“I...haven't been with anyone since my return to 'life,'” he confessed. Superstition had it that a woman could weaken a man before battle, and he'd conserved himself to confront the ex-assassin that once beheaded him. Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, who he'd sworn to face in a duel and slay.

“That absolutely will not do. You deserve better!” Penny whistled cheerily and licked at the cum that soaked her beak but otherwise left herself marked by his sticky facial to celebrate their union. “And I’m nowhere near satisfied yet~!”

Her leonine tail curled around his thick black horsecock and stroked it as she squatted above his lap and hovered above his shaft, slathered in feminine nectar that drooled from her pussylips. The griffoness shimmered her hips and ass and lowered them with another coy titter.

Once more, Triad pressed his erect flare to her moist, hot pocket. Her hands pressed to his toned chest when she threw herself down on him with all her weight, moaning with a screech as she took his full size all at once, split wide open as her plush asscheeks landed with a plop on his lap. Immediately she unfurled her plume and started to ride her kitasan stud like her life depended on it.

“You're...huff...not one to take it...slow,” he choked between strained pants.

“I could,” she admitted when her ample ass clapped on him and her breasts bounced in his face. “But why bother? You only live twice, or so they say, and who knows whether we'll have another opportunity like this? This could be the last battle we partake in,” she mused.

He moaned as she directed his hand to seize one of her tits. “Not until I face her!”

“It's nice to have a purpose,” she observed as she continually humped him and felt him drive her slick cunt wide open. “I once did, too, until my wonderful father met his untimely end by butchers!”

Professor Reginald Kilroy. Recluse. Inventor. Would-be savior of the clockwork world she and her creator hailed from. She was the hand to help carry out his will, his instrument in the mist and shadows until she'd lost him.

What to do once she settled her vendetta with her so-hated foes? Beatrix, Esmeralda, Camellia...she would carve them open, remove their hearts, and stuff their vivisected carcasses, taxidermy-style! Make a shrine from the corpses of their friends and family, too! Glorious! And then...then…"

Her wide crazed eyes met his own heated stare. “Stay with me,” she implored when she furiously rode him.

“...what?” His mind dulled, barely able to concentrate as the tattoos on his back shimmered and detached themselves from his back with animalistic roars. He wheezed once he lost control of the tiger and dragon stored in his tattoos, which stalked around the couple, the wild phantom beasts driven by pure instinct.

“Stay with me,” she repeated with a purr. “Forever.” So lost were they at the moment; they barely noticed the animal's approach. The tiger pounced on Penny's back and pushed them onto the ground with his weight. The griffoness still straddled atop Triad while she fucked him, after which the beast's barbed cock drove apart her spread buns and drove up her asshole while she howled with it.

His clawed hands bit into her shoulders while the tiger growled and savagely fucked her, the avian battered between her lovers as the intruder laid claim to her back hole. The dragon, in turn, skulked beside the threesome and wrapped its claw around her skull, her face directed to its split penises, one forced brutishly down her throat while the other rubbed across a still cum-soaked face. She came harder than before, tensed up as a waterfall of her slick lust painted his loins.

Triad's first instinct was to call back the spiritual tattoos, which he'd poured all his bestial nature into so he could contain them and keep his spirit pure…but when he'd spotted Penny Dreadful's fucked silly expression, covered in his seed and a deep blush, he let the phantoms carry on.

Over and over, the three of them pounded into her stretched fuckholes. Made her moan, squirm, and drench the three virile males, who yelled and roared when they unloaded into her as one. Her belly rounded as she moaned and squawked around the cock in her mouth, then she rode out her latest wet climax.

Cumshot-after-cumshot filled her with sweet stickiness. By the time the black stallion's tattoos were spent, they faded into colored mist and reappeared on his back while a pop sounded from her wide asshole as the stretched crater spurted out excess seed, a mouthful of virile cum swallowed down.

By the time they finished, she had cooed and cuddled up to his side, her soft breasts pressed into his side. He stroked her mane and feathered, furred contours filled with a rare sense of satisfaction.

His cybernetically-enhanced eyes stared ahead to where his master waited, Mortis Soltaire now wholly back to the stallion he'd once been, at least in appearance. Danse Macabre, the 'Black Death' of the Reaper order. The one his damned minions had sold their souls to.

Natural Selection had abandoned them at the first opportunity. Quicksilver Bullet, turned by the enemy. He didn't know where Andrei's and Penny's loyalties lay, but he'd pledged himself to help carry out his master's fateful quest to the end, even if that meant the end of the universe.

The demi-humans and B.A.B.E. observed Zeloph from a safe distance while he trained tirelessly on the virtual battlefield. The simulation replicated the city before the grand event that would reshape it into Sacratera. A direct copy from his memory of the day he stood against the divine father, Metatron.

The Vorpal Blade alit with his Onoma, the Fallen One sliced through many angelic abominations and corrupted servants. Solar fire, light magic, and graceful movements flashed around the buildings and structures, ensuring no single target could capture the holographic citizens beneath his righteous fury.

“Yeesh! So intense,” commented Wispy, fanning her face from how toasty the place was becoming. “He does know this is just a made-up environment, right?”

“Every battle should be taken seriously,” noted Kitsune. “What’s truly impressive is how considerate Zell is of his position at all times. Real or not, he wants to avoid accidentally harming bystanders or causing collateral damage.”

“And after suffering such a massive loss,” lamented Eclipsed Heart.

“Yeah, say what you will about the twink,” added Arron. “But you can’t deny he’s got that dog in him!”

“It’s a good thing the ship can heal up most wounds lickity split,” proclaimed Ana. “Zelly’s must have burst open a bunch of holes by now!”

“But it’s also a sign he’s losing patience,” Julianne pointed out. “Fire magic is often a reflection of one’s emotional state. And the moment the user loses control…”

Seb nodded and took a few steps forward before calling out, “Hey, Sunspot! Might wanna turn it down a bit and cool off!”

“No!” Zeloph shouted back, looking over the energy wafting off the searing hot blade. “I haven’t gotten any closer to unlocking the last of the crucible’s secrets! I’m not ready!”

“Bruh, you’ve been going at this for hours,” said Arron.

“And you’ll definitely dehydrate if you push yourself any further!” Eclipsed pouted. “Zell, please…”

While wholly dissatisfied with his output, the seraphic angel begrudgingly called off the simulation, and the virtual world of old disappeared into the white room. Steam and precipitation leaked all over his body.

His cerulean gaze remained fixated on his weapon, brows furrowed. “Why won’t you respond to me? You and I were in sync when we tried to slay Mortis and the Necronomicon…”

“It appears it’s still testing you,” the card demon proposed. “Your actions might be the same, but what about your motivations? Perhaps it knows you’re trying to force out its latent power for a selfish purpose.”

Zell glowered. “How is retribution for the death of my beloved unrighteous?! Mortis has to be stopped!!”

Julianne shook her head. “You’re confusing retribution with revenge. The same vengeance that consumed Mortis and fueled his mission to reap not only Shadow Scythe but anyone associated with her. Taking a stand against him to prevent the loss of more life? That’s righteous! But can you look into your heart and tell me you won’t take personal glee in seeing the wraith perish by your hand?”

The Fallen One hesitated to respond before meekly admitting, “…no. It would make me no better than him.”

“Exactly,” Seb encouraged with a slap to his shoulder. “And you’re going to be better than him! Wanna know why?”

“Because you’re not a killer,” Eclipsed came in, mustering a courageous smile. “I shouldn’t have allowed your history to cloud my judgment. I see now you don’t have the stomach for genocide. You’re a hero, Zell. And I know you’ll make things right!”

“… Yeah, that!” the gambler coughed awkwardly. “Totally what I was gonna say!”

“Dick,” muttered Ana and Arron simultaneously.

“Look, I ain’t good when it comes to motivational crap. Cut me some slack!”

“Oh, I’ll cut something alright,” Wispy hissed, extending her claws.

Kitsune frowned. “Imoto!”

“Whaaat? Fucking asshat would look nicer with a couple more scars!!”

A sad smile spread Zeloph’s features. “I… you don't know how much it means to me to hear that, princess. Thank you…” He stiffened when the pop idol pulled him into a warm hug, one he slowly returned.

A brief sniff caused Eclipsed to fluster as she whispered, “Erm… you might wanna hit the showers. You’re really sweaty~.”

The angelic demi’s face flourished. “O-oh!”

Giggling, the charcoal songstress let go and removed herself and her bandmates from the virtual chamber. The others were about to follow suit until Zell grabbed Seb by the arm.

“Say… Do you happen to have any alcohol on you?”

Arching a brow, the dapper demon unbuttoned his pin-striped coat and pulled a flask from his inner pocket. “Managed to swindle this from that Folklore fellow. I was gonna save it for later, but knock yourself out. Just return the bottle to me when you’re done.”

The false idol nodded and tucked it into his burgundy jacket. Then, Seb asked, “Ehh… mind telling me why you suddenly wanna take a swig?”

Zell pursed his lip, answering, “There’s… something I must do, and I would rather not be sober for it.”

Suspicion raised his brow, but he didn’t pry further. Instead, he simply shrugged it off and followed behind the musical nun. Zeloph was the last to leave the room as he made for the bathing area to prepare himself for an event he was not looking forward to.

Once his body was cleansed of soap and suds, the angelic demi dried off with a soft towel. After redressing, he glided through the hallway to the main lobby and climbed the levitating stairwell toward the top of the Glamorguis, where Layla’s private chambers waited.

Before the door, Zell quickly had a small debate on whether he should go through with this. It was far too soon, Atalanta lying lifelessly in his old living room, fresh on his mind. But to tap into his ancestral bloodline, this was the only way. And time was of the essence as more worlds were gradually pulled apart into chaotic nothingness.

‘At least I can make this more tolerable.’

Taking an uneasy breath, he uncapped the flask and drained the container of all the liquor inside, quivering from how quickly the buzz kicked in. “Ugh! Fuck me, that’s heavy!”

With a clear throat and a less-than-clear mind, Zeloph gently rapped at the doors, which slid apart with a hiss.

“Layla, I—huh?”

He balked in quiet surprise when it wasn’t the mother of demons who greeted him, but the statuesque red-skinned succubus, black leather straps, and laces hugging her curvy hips and plush breasts.

“Bellatrix?”

“Hello to you too,” she teased with ample sarcasm, arms crossed under her bust.

Zeloph softened. “Sorry, I didn't intend to sound so sharp.”

“Don’t be,” said Bellatrix, who returned a small, sad smile. “You've lost something irreplaceable. Shadow Scythe and I admittedly weren't close, but I will miss her.”

“It's...fine,” he said. “I take it she’s summoned you here for the same reason..?”

“Right, you are,” Layla’s silky voice came from behind, her goddess-like body outlaid on a luxurious round bed. “Come in~.”

The pair quickly closed the door behind them and advanced towards the motherly succubus, Zell briefly admiring the view of the outside world from the see-through glass dome. Without electricity powering the city, artificial light no longer pollutes the night sky, allowing all the stars to glimmer above.

At least until the cosmic calamity snuffed them out.

Layla cast her warm smile on the pair of them. “I’m pleased to see you’ve considered my offer. As it so happened, Bellatrix yearns for the same thing. So I thought we might kill two birds with one stone? You both desire more power, and I’m happy to provide you with the means to achieve it.”

Zeloph cast a curious gaze on Bellatrix, who quickly elaborated, “As it stands, I’m not strong enough to take on Alma and her followers alone. If I want to reclaim the manor and become queen of hell, I must expand my reserves.”

“Heh. So this is what it takes to get off your lazy butt,” the angel quipped, earning a sharp smack to his rear from her spaded tail, making him yowl.

“I’m still mad at you for nearly burning Beatrix to a crisp,” the she-devil informed. “You're lucky I’m in a merciful mood due to your loss. Otherwise, I would have—”

“Quit bickering like children,” Layla interrupted with a soured expression. “We are here to make love, not war! Save it for after you’ve drunk from me.”

Bellatrix and Zeloph watched as the first woman sat on her knees to slide off her top, bearing her perfect, massive breasts. A pair that dwarfed any natural ones both had ever seen. Each pendulous udder was topped by an incredibly wide, dark, saucer-like nipple beaded in milk.

“Now,” began the mother of demons. “My milk has special nutrients that will help unlock your true potential. However, Bellatrix, for you, it won’t be enough. A fully-fledged succubus must take her supplements to thrive...”

Zeloph became completely red. “So, in other words….”

Bellatrix was slightly thankful her red skin hid part of her blush. “Is-Isn't this too soon? Grief has obviously left him raw.”

Layla reminded them, “Understand that there’s no time for hesitation. This union is the quickest way you'll be ready to face whatever your enemies throw your way!”

Once more, the fallen angel mulled it over. It's true his love told him to move on, but he didn't want to tarnish her memory, especially after she was freshly buried. He had been with Bellatrix once before he eloped with Shadow Scythe, but did a wet dream with the succubus really count..?

“Can't she take samples from the various males on the ship? N-not to imply you're sleazy in any way!”

“Not at all taken,” Bellatrix assured before confessing, “But out of all the other men here, you’re easily closest to my type. Mmm, maybe Arcanum would do, were I in a particular mood, though I doubt he’s interested.” Her golden eyes stared deeply into his cerulean orbs, a hint of a sultry smirk curling her lip. “Besides, I’d prefer it if we fuck~.”

While Zell was certain it was just the alcohol buzzing in his brain, something about how she said that made his loins stir awake.

Bellatrix turned back to Layla. “But there is a problem. He once put a child in my sister’s barren womb. And I have no intention of ever mothering children!”

“Relax,” tittered Layla, her hand slyly stroking her belly. “Lucifer also possessed extraordinary virility. And while it’s true a single drop can impregnate even the most infertile woman, It is through him I’ve developed special precautions. Keep in mind I have been around a lot longer than the both of you combined!”

To prove her point, the deity-like demoness whispered a small incantation that conjured a yonic symbol displayed over her womb in a turquoise shimmer. The sigil depicted a surrounding circle of chains crossed over it to protect her ovaries.

“With this bestowed upon you, you’ll be safe from any unwanted pregnancies,” Layla sighed. “But if you ask me, you could have strong, beautiful children together~.”

“That’s not why we’re here,” reiterated Zeloph, slightly annoyed.

“Pft! Don’t act like you’re selling your soul, Zell,” the motherly succubus teased, letting her milky breasts sway like pendulums. “Most men would be envious in your position~.”

“I’m not most men,” he reminded, but nonetheless began to remove his jacket before a hand paused him.

“Allow me,” Bellatrix offered, feeling his musculature tense. When he eased up a bit, she pulled the burgundy jacket off his arms, slightly dragging her nails while she did so. The red-skinned demon’s breaths grew heavier when she began to unclamp his belt and slid both his pants and gitch down his legs, her golden gaze taking in the sight of his semi-erect member, which bobbed at her.

It was long and narrow, with most of the girth near the tip, the spear-shaped head emanating a small glow. She couldn’t deny having small fantasies about this cock every now and then, unknowingly running her tongue over her top lip.

Bellatrix backed off to let Zeloph step out of his attire before turning her back to him. The angelic demi took the hint and helped detach her leathery garments.

“Heh. What a gentlemen,” she softly cooed when her ample breasts bounced free from their black confinements. Next came the bondage wrappings that hooked her bikini-like bottom. Bellatrix managed to suppress a shudder when he peeled them off, her crimson cunt and supple ass now bared to the open air.

“I…I know I can never replace her,” the she-devil confessed. “I’m merely someone to fill the void with. Would it help if I could assume her form and—”

“No,” Zeloph declined gently, turning her around to face him. “Thank you, but… no. It would be disrespectful to her and you. If we must do this, I want you in your entirety. And I expect the same treatment. I can tell this is above just pleasure and power for you.” He cradled her chin.

Bellatrix’s blush brightened as she gave a mute nod before following him to the bed, crawling on all fours to meet Layla, who tossed aside her lavender cloth top with the rest of their clothing. Even when resting on her knees, the demon matron’s curvaceous frame easily dwarfed even her disciple’s statuesque physique.

The fallen angel and she-devil picked their respective teat and wrapped their lips around the perky nipples. Their fingers traced circles around the areola while their tongues worked in tandem to coax out more of her silky, white nectar. Layla released airy moans, her hands caressing their heads, holding them close to her milky bosom while they suckled.

Wet slurps and groans met against her mountainous tit-flesh while the duo attempted to drain her udders dry, warm, and amorous sensation filling their bellies and loins. The mother of demons slyly left out that her milk carried aphrodisiac properties, making whoever drank from her susceptible to carnal euphoria, no matter their sexual preference.

Soon, Zeloph and Bellatrix would be driven entirely by feral instinct, then surrender to it, like all who drank down the warm, honey-like lactate of her tits.

A wet pop sounded, and a titty bounced once they took their fill. The seraph and succubus detached from Layla’s milky bust, the residue left dripping down their chins while the primordial woman’s nipples were stained in white droplets and slobber hickies around her areolas.

“Haaah… Ooh~! It’s been ages!” breathed Layla, her chest feeling less heavy after a feast on her. “Now…*huff*… you should be refreshed, yes?”

The seraphic angel did feel reinvigorated, as if all the stress and fatigue from the countless hours he spent training had been washed away and replaced with an unfamiliar sense of lust.

He felt the same pulsing sensation when exposed to the planet’s atmosphere, except without the painful side effects. Ancient instinct overrode his grief, his shimmering eyes locked on the busty red succubus when his swan-like plumage unfurled fully.

Bellatrix felt a similar passion as her horns grew to a more prominent shape. The intense urge to mate and ravage her partner was overwhelming, talons extending and leathery bat wings stretched out. Her slit pupils darted from Zell’s face to the painfully stiff cock twitching between his legs, precum running out the tip much like the femcum gushing from her pussy, which badly burned for him to finally sate its depths.

The two continued to leer and gawk at each other, trembling with anticipation until they ultimately pounced on one another with frenzied lust. They were like two predatory animals fighting for territory, if the territory was each other's bodies, driven solely by their instincts.

Hot gasps escaped Bella when she pulled away from a bloodied kiss, the taste of blood, milk, and alcohol on her lips. She rolled her pelvis into her bedmate, the swollen heat of his engorged pillar worsening the burning ache in her loins. Her body demanded Zell split her open and quench her raw pussy of its carnal thirst for male batter.

Usually, she loathed this feeling of submissiveness, especially after the humiliation that scumbag Douglas put her through. But the way Zeloph mouthed, groped, and rubbed her supple tits and ass with tender care made it hard for the she-devil not to melt in his grasp.

Bellatrix growled when she managed to push the angelic demi off onto his feet, sliding off the bed to shuffle close to his legs. Zeloph’s eyes widened in surprise to find the red-skinned succubus kneeling before him, rubbing her face into his shaft’s underbelly. Her painted lips smacked his cock, and her tongue lashed his swollen orbs, savoring his musky tang.

“That’s… quite a rare look for you,” he softly chuckled.

“Don’t get used to it,” she murmured, stroking in her saliva while taking a long slimy strip from base to tip. “This is the one time I willingly submit to you and your stupid... mmph~! gorgeous cock.”

While semen was most potent when released directly into a succubus womb, Bellatrix's instincts meant she sometimes wanted to drink it down or have it unloaded all over her face and body. To rub it into every last inch of her sensuous skin. And she was pretty curious about what demi-human cum felt and tasted like.

With that in mind, she took the first few inches of his dick to suckle on, earning pleasant sounds and sighs. Then, after a few minutes of bobbing along his length, she spat him out with a wet ‘pop.’ A thread of saliva webbed between her lips and his dick.

Once again, she warned him, “Be gracious of my gift. Don’t think I won’t hesitate to tear your balls off~!”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Zell hissed huskily, gently gripping her head to guide more of his spear into her mouth until she swabbed her throat with it, smearing black lipstick and slobber all over his girth.

Meanwhile, Layla relished the show at the foot of her bed, which provoked her into masturbation. The milky succubus mewled quietly, squeezing more milk out of her tits while her adder tail flicked its forked-shaped tongue against her covered cunt.

“Aauhh… so ravenous and salacious! Reminds me of my younger years~!” she tittered between moans.

Her praises fell on deaf ears; Bellatrix entirely focused on getting her meal. She kept her hands busy, one kneading her crimson tit while the other dug digits deep in her fuckhole. The red-skinned succubus gurgled and sputtered every time Zell’s dick hit the back of her throat, which only increased when he held and rubbed her sensitive horns.

The sheer boldness of this man to touch her like this and still be within ball-crushing range. Bellatrix had half a mind to bite his dick off!

Yet, she would allow it, knowing Zell wouldn’t treat her like another tally on his bed like Douglas or, to an extent, Dion. In fact, the fallen one was hardly facefucking her, his motion slow and manageable. Even when drunk off whiskey and the increased primal need for sex, he still showed restraint and respect.

‘A shame your fortunes ran out so soon, Shadow Scythe. Having this juicy dick all to yourself!’

Luckily, the she-devil’s efforts wouldn’t go unrewarded when she felt his cock twitch, making Bellatrix slurp harder on his turgid tool. Finally, Zell lifted his head to fill the room with sharp groans and warned, “Aagh! I-I’m cumming!”

Taking her hands off her assets, Bellatrix grabbed his hips to shove every inch of delicious angel cock down her gullet, which pushed her partner over the edge.

Layla wasn’t far behind either, soiling her royal garments with feminine discharge while drenching her fingers in her breast milk.

Zeloph’s body and wings tingled, hearing her audibly gulp the warm torrents of viscous seed. Hissing as her nails dig into his taut ass cheeks.

Bellatrix pulled back until only the tip remained in her mouth, sipping his white hot stream before drawing back to let the last strands cake her face. She savored how flavourful his semen tasted, thick as syrup with a honey-like sweetness. Definitely in a different class compared to all the usual nasty male sludge the succubus resentfully swallowed.

Perhaps when this was all over, she could convince Zeloph to give her samples regularly and never rely on another man for her source of nutrition again!

But, as Layla stated, the warm cum in her belly wouldn’t suffice, especially since she had yet to orgasm. Bellatrix gave her angelic paramour a half-lidded glare. His hazy blue eyes reflected her unbridled lust, his fuckstick nowhere near soft.

‘Atalanta,’ Zeloph called internally. ‘If you’re watching, I hope you’ll find it in your soul to forgive me…’

‘…but I’m milking this fucker for all he’s worth!’ Bellatrix thought in tandem as she shifted gears.

With heightened reflexes, the voracious succubus got up to forcefully shove the demi-human back onto the bed and straddled his waist before he could react. Claws pinned his shoulder, her hips grounding his while grinding his hot rod between the petals of her pussy.

“Sorry, Zell, but I don't have the patience for a gentle lover,” Bellatrix hissed between heated pants. “You only have two options. Pummel my pussy until it hurts, or stay still like a good fuck toy. One way or another, I’m taking your cum~!”

When Zell failed to give an immediate response, she made his decision and reached down to align the head of his penis with her moist entrance. The red demoness reeled back and cried ecstatically upon impaling herself, bathing the demi-human’s groin with orgasmic nectar.

Layla shuffled over to cast her spell on Bellatrix, giving her chosen successor a matching tattoo while admiring the imprint of Zeloph’s cock, highlighting her lower belly.

“Goodness, he’s so deep,” the motherly succubus purred. “Is this how you dreamed you’d take him~?”

“Mm-mnah! N-no… this is way better,” she admitted through a sadistic grin, loving how Zeloph’s face contorted with pain and pleasure when she began riding him.

Even more titillating was being back in her rightful domain, letting out feral moans as her demonic need to conquer and fuck the angel took over. She gave the mewling seraph underneath her no quarter, squeezing his heavenly pillar with a vice grip as she violently slammed her hips up and down atop his. Her nails raked across his chest amidst snarls, leaving red lacerations.

The she-devil leaned forward so that her suspended tits bounced and swayed in his face, so close they slapped across his cheeks and practically smothered him a few times while she screwed him.

“Nnnaah~! And here I thought you’d put up more of a challenge,” Bellatrix hissed at him. “But it looks like you’ve accepted your place—aaahfuck~! Mmm-beneath me. Good boy~! Just surrender your seed! Fill me with your warmth and lust!!”

Her crimson cheeks slapped into his lap, breasts wobbling with every bound. When the she-devil closed her eyes, she pictured her perfect fantasy. An infernal throne to which she sat upon, her angelic boy toy in a chained leash. Draped to one side were those traitors Camellia and Esmeralda, and on the other were Layla and Analise, all of them naked. Mounting her waist was Alma, her auburn hair and arms wrapped around the devil queen while her thin lips worshiped her red skin.

Gods, the imagery alone was enough to lead Bellatrix toward a glorious release… until she detected her partner’s moans were muffled. Opening her eyelids, she spotted the mother of demons leaning over Zeloph’s face, smothering him with one of her leaky udders.

“H-hey! What are you—that’s cheating!” The demonic woman hissed, slowing down her gyrating hips.

“Don’t be selfish, Bella,” Layla said with playful dishonesty, letting out a small cry from how greedily he nursed from her tit. “Clearly, he didn’t drink enough milk~.”

“Playing favorites, are we? You slutty cow! Cross me, and you’ll—n-naaagh~!?”

Her threat was cut off when Zeloph unexpectedly bucked his hips, the tip of his spear kissing the back of her womb. Layla shuffled away to allow the fallen one to sit up, grabbing a handful of the succubus’ wide buttocks and lower back.

Bellatrix failed to suppress a shudder when leering into his fiery vermillion gaze, a new pair of eyes opening from his feathery ears. He leaned in close and softly said through a hot exhale, “Hang on.”

The red demoness squealed when the seraphic demi propelled them skyward with a single wingbeat. She clung to his lean frame for dear life, bosom squished into his chest while Zeloph bounced her bottom into his vigorous thrusts, lengthy cock skewering her love tunnel mid-air.

“H-oooooh, y-you sneaky fffuuuuuuuuck~!!” Bellatrix hollered, digging her claws deeper into her shoulder blades. She tried to retake control by flapping her leathery wings, causing the pair to spiral around the bed chamber, much to Layla’s enjoyment.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” the midnight queen vocalized her bless, shoving the entirety of her snake tail up her snatch and letting it rattle around while slurping her fem juices.

Their aerial wrestling came to an end when Zeloph smashed Bellatrix against the glass dome, one leg hooked into an arm while the other firmly grasped her neck, choking out more whorish moans.

“If you want it, then you’re gonna take it,” he told her through heavy pants before empathizing with his point with particular hard thrusts.

“Just.”

Plap!

“Like.”

Plahp!

“This!”

Plahp! Plahp! Plahp!

Bella quivered with a lust-aided face as each thrust reshaped her fuckhole to conform to the seraph’s shape. Combined with his sacred touch amplifying her pleasure with ripples of light, she subsided her pride in favor of submitting to the pleasure her fiery lover delivered.

“Yes! A-Aaah, that’s it, Zell! Take my pussy! Fuck it like you own it,” the elated succubus chanted her demands. “Don’t you dare fucking stop until you’ve baptized every inch of my womb~!!”

Zeloph snarled before silencing the demon’s filthy mouth with another hot wet kiss, pounding with fierce enthusiasm as they pushed each other closer to nirvana. Bellatrix came first with a long bestial howl, her velvety cunt clamping and squirting on his cock, trying to squeeze the potent seed churning in his balls.

She wouldn’t have to wait long as Zell fully sheathed himself and inundated her birthing chamber with a loud cry. Their tails entangled, bodies intertwined and pressed together, ensuring no drop was wasted. The protective symbol activated with a faint glimmer, ensuring the she-devil’s ovaries wouldn’t be fertilized by the gooey baby batter packed inside her stretched-out pussy.

Bellatrix twitched and whimpered as Zeloph gently lowered them back to the bed, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her skull from how full and gravid he made her. But her focus returned when she felt him tremble, face buried between her bosom while she traced his midnight locks. She smiled coyly, leaning down to whisper her praises and sultry suggestions while her slippery womb drank his potent seed.

“Phew! You can be quite insatiable once you cut loose,” wheezed Layla, who was also winded after working two orgasms with just her hands and tail. “A true sex demon~!”

“I… normally reserve myself,” Bellatrix said with an exhausted laugh, face swathed with sweat and spunk. “But the two of you truly know how to bring the devil out of me! I hate to admit, Zell, I didn’t think you had it in you to fuck so hard! It's no wonder you won her over.”

But the succubus’ expression slightly grimaced upon not hearing her bedroom partner respond. Her concerns worsened when she felt wet droplets stain her chest and his shoulders rising and falling.

“Zell..?”

“I'm… I’m so sorry. I can’t!” He quietly whimpered, sobriety having caught up to him in the face afterglow. “I shouldn’t have been so rough..!”

“H-hey, it’s okay! You did wonderfully,” Layla assured, her face full of worry.

“Y-yeah, I didn’t mind it at all…”

He shook his head, deeply ashamed. “I thought I could do this. That if I lost myself to the pleasure of letting the drink dull my mind, it would distract me from….”

Bellatrix’s eyes and frown softened as Zeloph sniffled and tried to hide his sorrows. Never had she been in such an awkward position. The most elevating sex she’d ever had with a male, suddenly transitioning to him now sobbing his poor heart out, was a complete mood-jerker.

But the crimson she-devil and the matron demon did the only appropriate thing. They pulled him closer into their soft curvy frames, enclosed their wings, and let him continue grieving.

Midnight Blitzer allowed himself to be overtaken by sleep, unable to shake the fatigue his withered form wrought him. The pegasus knight dreamt he was back in a lush, verdant version of his own homeworld, untouched by the bloodshed and death of wars and their aftermath, which defined his entire short life.

He reclined on a riverbank, the trees rustling around him, his fur back to its usual hues, his hardy muscles covered by a plain white tunic and breeches. Sunlight reflected over him when he rose and stretched amidst the breeze with a smack of his chops with a hearty yawn.

“Why is life always better as a dream?” he said. Green eyes drifted to the clear lake ahead, mountains visible on the horizon, and a few fluffy white clouds drifting across the blue skies. “It’s pretty and all, but… Kinda wish I wasn't alone!”

On cue, the body of water started to stir. From it, before his widened eyes, a familiar shape broke through the surface with a subdued splash, a massive, decorated sword lifted in one hand by the woman that held it. The matronly sheep's wool and skin were a bluish-white shade, her eyes honey brown, her chubby, voluptuous curvature adorned by no more than a thin, translucent shift, its soaked fabric conformed to her womanly contours, which simply drew his gaze more to her wide nipples, generous mammaries, and hips that terminated in ample buttocks. A taut labia decorated her bared mound.

“O-Oona?!”

Lady Ewe smiled warmly at Midnight when she surfaced and stood on the water's surface, her wooly mane done up in a braid that fell down the sides of her face and was bound by a jewel under her chin, a gentle face framed by curled azure horns. “Welcome home, Sir Midnight Blitzer. Come forth,” she beckoned with her free hand. “Excalibur awaits a worthy wielder. You.”

“Worthy? Me? After all the mistakes I've made?” Nonetheless, the blue pegasus started to walk towards the lake, prepared to wade in...and instead, his bare feet didn't break the water's surface, which enabled the hyper-stallion to stroll about the cool, pristine liquid unimpeded.

“Absolutely,” crooned Oona, her honeyed half-lidded. “Yer father once came here, too. He passed th’ trials tae claim th’ title ov Paladin, befur his descent intae self-pity after th’ loss ov his wife and child caused his downfall.”

By now, the pegasus knight stood before the azure caprine, four inches taller than her. When he reached for Excalibur in her hand, the legendary blade simply dematerialized before his emerald eyes.

“Ah-ah! Not yet,” Oona teased, wagging a finger. “Ye need tae to pass a test yerself. One Ah believe ye shall certainly appreciate~.” Her fingers sank into her wet gown and began to pull it over her wooly thighs.

Midnight watched with a swallowed gasp as her flimsy covering drew up her legs and exposed her mound and slit first. Then it drew over her round belly, massive mammaries momentarily dragged upwards by her attire, before they were released with a jiggle as the sheep's bountiful breasts flopped with a wobble and smacked into each other as they continued to quiver before they finally settled. Garments discarded to one side once womanly perfection stood fully exposed before his innocent leer.

“Come an’ lie wit me, Sir Knight,” Oona beckoned with hooded eyes and a sultry grin. “Ye must plant yer seed deep wit'in mah fertile womb tae survive, yes? Breed me so that Ah may birth th' spirit that will take Excalibur's true form.”

Midnight swallowed hard. Was this part of the test? Temptation? But no way his father would've turned this down, right...?

Before the hyper soldier could adequately think it over, Lady Ewe had taken his hand and guided it to one of her supple tits. Instinctively, his hand tightened around the massive boob; flesh pinched under his firm grip as she cooed in an improper manner. Warm milk spurted between his fingers, which ran between his digits, more left to spurt from her large, engorged nipple as she lactated.

His hyper-cock throbbed angrily for release as it pushed against his breeches and demanded to burst free of their prison. His heated balls similarly ached. With a free hand, Midnight tore his tunic away, chiseled muscles exposed under a row of his fluffy feathers. His bottoms soon followed, his horsecock left to bob when it sprung free, its flared tip lined in precum that dripped from his urethra.

When his hands slid down her sides and rested on her voluminous hips for support, Oona opened her legs to invite him in. “Yes~! Take me, Sir Knight. Claim mah maidenhood fur yerself,” she cried while he flared, oversized tip rubbed up and down her inflamed pussy lips.

“W-wait! You’re a virgin?!” He paused, the head of his cock half-teased into her silky twat. “But didn't you and my father—”

Lady Ewe laughed in a soft, musical manner. “This flesh is reborn wit each generation. Spiritually, Ah am th' same woman he encountered. But this vessel has been untouched...until now. Come, Sir Knight. Come an' take what is yers~!” she murred in a husky manner. His tip sank in a little more, and her hips drove forward, his flare teased against her hymen. “A-aaah! That’s it! Break me. Ruin me~.”

Spurred on by her words, Midnight ripped past her virginal barrier, her moan mixed with raw pain and pleasure, after which he fully penetrated the motherly maiden.

Blood and feminine lubricant dribbled between her asscrack, over her asshole that puckered up when she tensed around the hyper-stallion that soon sunk balls deep into the azure sheep, said testicles left to heavily smack into her soft, pliable rump on each entry into her.

Grunts rose from Midnight's belly when he started to properly rut the motherly sheep, hearing the wet squish of her stretched-out and filled pussy each time he hammered away. Her asscheeks bounced with fleshy claps each time he speared his bitch-breaking rod to force open her cervix and conquer her slippery, slimy womb, which his tip impacted under savage bucks in desperation for release.

“Yes~! Keep goin’… u-use me like a fucksleeve...” Oona kissed and drew him closed, her nails raked into his back. His palms encircled her buttocks, lifted her hips, and wrapped his wings around her back to support her. Midnight buried his snout into one bouncy tit to nibble and suckle at the milky nubs. He switched between them, lost to the schlicks of her claimed cunt and her unladylike vocalizations whenever he fucked her.

His wingspan, wrapped around her lower back, kept her hefted alongside one hand that kneaded the pinched flesh of a plush buttock; his other palm slapped across her fat titties with such force a fresh splay of milk sprayed his palm. He withdrew with a wet pop and shared a milky, tongue-locked kiss when she tasted herself on his firm, soaked mouth.

When their mouths disconnected, tethered by saliva and milk, she blushed harder and confessed, “Ah always wondered how Ah tasted~.” He hefted her free tit upwards to her mouth, and her lips encircled her nipple when she suckled directed from her heavy milker.

His digits buried harder into her buttcheek, one of his fingers sinking into the warmth and tightness of her butthole. Oona’s backside gripped around him, much like her slippery love tunnel did, as his vein-rigged cock pulsed with the need to inseminate her each time he drove in.

A milk-stained breast that ran with honey down a slope flopped free of her lips when she lewdly moaned. “Oh, please! Finish in me, you chivalrous knight...knock this poor maiden up! Make me fat wit a thousand young~!”

“F-fuck!” He could barely hold back the urge to impregnate her at this juncture, his thrusts faster, harder by the moment.

So lost was he at the moment, drinking from a milky breast while he watched the other obscenely bounce from the corner of his eye; he barely noticed the waters start to darken around them, as did the skies after darkness settled in.

Nor did he realize Oona was changing shape. Her legs wrapped around his waist to ensure he went nowhere, white fleece turning black and bristling with thorns. Her horns lengthened and sprouted an additional pair. And her warm honey-brown eyes darkened into a moderate red leer, emanated by an eerie yellow glow. Midnight’s muscled hips blurred as he fucked his sow with hard, deep thrusts. At first, he thought night had merely settled in...only to notice the lake turn to menstrual blood around him, the skies now vacant of any clouds or celestial objects. “H-huh? What happened to the—waaahh!?”

The pegasus balked when looking down at Oona, who wore a condescending smile once tendrils suddenly grew out from her wool, ensnaring the startled knight. A third eye blinked open above her bosom, its inverted pupil dilating. “Oona? What are you—!?”

“Foolish colt,” the dark faun tittered cruelly. “Sae easily smitten by anythin’ wit an open pair ov legs. Not tae fret, ‘Middy .’A’ll bring ye tae a warm place, where ye can devolve an’ fuck til yer wee heart expires~!”

Unwrapping her limbs but leaving her tentacles in place, Oona submerged into the blood lake… only to resurface as Queen Chrysalis. Midnight shouted as the tall and voluptuous changeling matriarch relocked her legs behind his muscled butt, her own arms, and wings, likewise drawing him close into her cunt.

“Now, you will fulfill my dream! Let’s show the world what a changeling hyper-stallion hybrid looks like~!” Chrysalis cackled beneath him.

Midnight failed to withdraw himself, driven entirely by hyper-stallion instinct to breed her. No doubt drawn to the fact that a changeling queen was the most fertile female in existence, able to bear dozens!

While he frantically tried to escape, the male pegasus gasped as massive crosses rose from the bloodied water, each adorned by the mummified and crucified forms of those important to his life. Among them were also his parents, Snowy Blizzard and Shining Armor. Thunder Storm included, who he'd once believed was his actual father. Even Fiery Kickstart and Equinox...wherever he turned, a familiar face, his twin sister, half-sister, wife, childhood friend, his mentor… “N-no! This is a trick!!”

“Believe what you want,” purred Chrysalis, her face a sweaty, blushing mess once her loose locks clung to her skin. Her breasts slapped against his chest under each hump, and her erect nipples dragged across his skin and fur. “A changeling can sense the emotions of her prey, transforming herself to fulfill your every base fantasy! You want to fuck all of Beatrix's female friends, don't you? And your half-sister, too!” She took on Beatrix's shape in a flash, mimicking her moans and voice while he screwed her tight snatch, unable to restrain himself.

As he violently fucked the changeling raw, the kind, innocent, outright naïve young stallion Midnight became a passenger for a ride by his hyper-stallion side. Determined to drown her ovaries and eggs in his sperm, fertilize them and make her belly swell to fullness. Howling like a wild beast, he sank in fully one last time, flared his trapped horsecock, and fired off inside the slimy core of 'Beatrix.'

To his horror, while he pumped an impossible volume of his load into Chrysalis and watched her stomach bloat from excessive loads, 'Beatrix' altered again in a flash, reacting to his lusty subconscious between many beautiful women he'd encountered, Snowy Blizzard nor Lightning Spark spared his lust-crazed need to put a foal in their fertile wombs. To ensure his genetic material would be passed on before age and atrophy brought on by his hyper-side finished off his short life.

The lust-filled voices of these women moaned and called out his name as Chrysalis tightened up around him, trembled as her messy, squirting orgasms washed over his masculine equipment and dripped from her underside, her uterus filled to the absolute brim as it threatened to pop. Gasps of bliss mixed with his cries for this fantasy-turned-nightmare to finally end.

“You're just like that simp of a father,” she taunted, her cunt convulsing around him, milking his balls for all they were worth. “Ready to sheathe your sword in the first virginal maiden you cross while you play the chivalrous knight in shining armor! He's probably with Marathyssa right now! Who knows? Maybe she'll pop out a few half-brothers and sisters for him…!”

“No! I hate the changelings! I hate...” The words died in his hoarse throat as he continually came in her, his hazy emerald eyes drawn to poor Deinos and Marathyssa, also denuded cadavers.

“...hate...killed my family and friends...” His rage died away, unable to deny that, unlikely as it seemed, some changelings weren't entirely evil. Could he condemn them to death after their kindness, too?

With a rumble, the crosses that confined his loved ones slowly sank into the crimson lake. He, too, was sinking, the gangling limbs and black tendrils binding him to Chrysalis, whose mad cackling slowly muffled into the bloodied liquid.

Midnight feebly tried to yank his wings and limbs free, letting out panicked yells after the world around him crashed down. The lush fields of forestry that resembled the paradise world where he first encountered Beatrix became a desolate crater of rock and abyssal ruins, towering around the blue stallion once the warm blood ocean consumed him entirely.

And when darkness claimed him, he swore that the thing resembling Oona, standing by a vaguely familiar figure, was watching him drown…

Sharp groans announced Midnight's return to awareness. Green eyes blinked when the world swam back into focus. And for a moment, his features warmed over at the sight of his wife...only to realize the subtle differences when the mare that sat by his seat became clear.

Sure, the thick ponytail could easily be dismissed, used to the twin tails Cerise usually wore. But this charcoal mare lacked the thestral wings his wife usually chose to adorn, appearing a few years younger. Barely an adult, so innocent.

To his shame, his green eyes drifted to her breasts, which hadn't mildly reduced from years of intense dancing like Cerises. At least a D cup, his baser instincts informed him, unlike his wife's C.

But at one glance, the pegasus knight shook away such thoughts to his wrinkled, bony finger. A reminder of what his uncontrollable lust had cost him, barely able to support the golden ring that threatened to slip off. Thankfully, if this youthful mare caught his sneaky looks, she made no comment.

“Hello,” chirped the earth pony mare that sat at his bedside on a chair. “My name's Eclipsed Heart! Nice to meet you!”

“I-It’s nice to meet you too,” Midnight greeted with a faint voice and managed to sit up and wrap the sheets around his decrepit form, dressed in little more than a thin shift. “Sorry about my appearance. I must look horrible.”

Eclipsed shook her head. “From what I've heard, you've been through an awful lot!”

He hoped no one had shared some of his more shameful moments. “Thanks,” he all but croaked. “So, you're the...” He cut himself off before he called her the 'alternate one' since he didn't mean to be rude. “You're the 'Cerise' of the Cyberverse?”

The pop princess beamed. “That I am! And you're Midnight Blitzer! I've heard many romantic stories about how you've protected her! You must've been so valiant! Oh, but it's terrible what's happened to you! Even so, with all the hi-tech stuff around here, not to mention all the witches and warlocks, surely someone will find a way to reverse this!”

She shifted in her seat, dressed in a two-piece futuristic roller derby-style costume without the protective gear, patterned with neon symbols for flair.

“Yeah… I sure hope so,” Midnight lamented with his head low. “I'm useless like this…”

Eclipsed, pouted, and innocently asked as her wide eyes met his own, “Is there anything I could do to improve it?”

More intrusive, lustful thoughts assaulted the soldier's mind's eye. Of Eclipsed Heart in a striptease, ready to service him like his wife had. Gulping hard, Midnight weakly turned his head aside and mumbled, “N-No! I mean...not much. Oh, crap!” His ring finally slipped off his finger and landed on the floor with a clatter. He tried to rise and almost fell when she tenderly touched his thin arm to stop him.

“It’s fine! You sit back and rest.” Eclipsed giggled and ducked down to try and find the piece of metal; his eyes pulled to the short shorts that conformed to her charcoal buttcheeks while she searched under the bed. “Darn it, where is it...?”

Apparently oblivious to the subdued sway of her hips and buttocks while she reached around, his open palm trembled, inches away from a claim of a supple cheek wider than his wife's own. Thankfully, he pulled back when she announced, “Aha! Here it is!” She darted back to her feet, unaware of her little unintended show, and shot him a toothy smile, symbolizing his betrothed atop her open palm. "Ta-da! It's so pretty!"

“Th-thanks,” Midnight murmured with rosy cheeks and reclaimed it.

“No problem! Oh, you poor dear!” She tilted forward to help tuck his lean body in, as the color had started to drain from fluffy fur and a few feathers that had begun to fall out. His vision was once more drawn to his wife's lovely, more youthful double, this time to those more shapely breasts suspended in her top when she leaned forward and dared to almost fall out from confinement.

Like his wife, her double also appeared to favor scanty clothes, although from what he'd heard, this was common in the Cyberverse, where the usual morals seemed laxer. However, unlike Cerise, Eclipsed hadn’t grown out of that innocent naivety, oblivious to the quiver of her own pleasure pillows whenever she fluffed the pillows and hummed a pop tune to herself in a shimmy of her hips.

“Better? A-Ahh—Hey!” She turned her head aside and pushed on his chest when his snout almost met her lips. “Middy, you're married! And besides, I have a boyfriend! One I'm very happy with,” she tenderly but firmly scolded him.

“I'm so sorry! You reminded me too much of Cerise,” he lamely admitted as they awkwardly turned aside from each other and went deathly quiet. Yet again, Midnight almost surrendered to his hyper-stallion instincts, which screamed that with a new mare claimed, he would start on the road to healing his pitiful state.

“For fucks sake, really?!” His eyes drifted across the room, where Moonlight stood with her arms crossed and tsked. “We’re literally a mare down, and you can’t keep your filthy hands to yourself? It’s bad enough you cheated on your herd with Equinox, but you won’t even stop while who knows what malicious torment poor Cerise is enduring!?”

“Moonie, it wasn’t like that! I swear! I-I just…”

“Best to keep away from him,” warned Iclyn, who walked in with arms folded. “A hyper-stallion won’t know rest until his lust has been sated. No matter what overuse has done to him!”

“Now that’s a classic case of bitch dependency right there,” joked Arron as he and the other demi-humans made their entrance. “Look at this blue raisin lookin’ ass~!”

Ana sighed. “Can’t even count 'a many possessive rip the 'airs I’ve ran into, aw grovelin' for a taste of me coochie juice. I’d almost feel sorry if it wasn’t so damn pathetic!”

“Hey, lay off him!” Eclipsed said defensively. “Hasn’t he gone through enough already!?”

“Aye. He’s been through th' wringer,” said Dion as he stomped through the main lobby. “But Ah can’t pretend like A'm not disappointed in mah student. He needs tae understand discipline. As do Foal-Bearer an' Wet Nurse. They pushed themselves tae th' limit an' almost paid th' ultimate price…"

“I...I'll do better! I swear it,” vowed Midnight, who balled up a shaky fist.

“Please do,” pleaded the popstar mare. “I want to know Cerise is well taken care of! Besides, she needs your help!”

Midnight's shoulders slumped once more. “Believe me, I really want to. But what can I really do in this state? Not even Beatrix with the Prima Materia could simply wave this away!”

“I’d argue she’d make things even worse,” Arcanum said, looking utterly restless while cracking the joints that stiffened his neck. The white ram raised a brow, noting the erenn stallion came from the same hallway Wet Nurse and Foal-Bearer had disappeared into.

Noticing the suspicious gaze, Arcanum quickly looked away and added, “Regardless, we need a concrete strategy if we’re going to survive the onslaught ahead of us. And it starts with figuring out who's behind this bullshit!”

Not long after, the other inhabitants of the Glamorguis gathered, save for Beatrix, the twins, Bellatrix, Zeloph, and Layla.

“Well, for starters, we currently know it’s an anomalous figure like Beatrix,” said Julianne.

“They also brought about the second coming of the Cult of the Nemesis,” added Iclyn, recalling their brief encounter with the spokesman, Vox. “But for what reason?”

“Here’s my current theory,” the scruffy detective cut in. “The anomaly has it out for Beatrix. Why revive the fallen order from her original dimension if not to strike fear into her heart? Their resurgence wasn’t by mere coincidence. It was elaborate! Cleverly orchestrated to bring strife when it came to her choosing to save Midnight’s world or Oona’s.”

“Makes sense,” agreed Dion. “She always had a knack fur pissin' off a lot ov folk. But now we’re back tae ‘why’…”

“I don’t think it matters ‘why,’” voiced Kitsune grimly. “Half our comrades are either wounded, weakened, or dead. And the others are scattered across two dwindling universes.”

Wispy Willow followed up. “Meanwhile, we’re stuck on a hostile planet, keeping two monsters locked in our basement. If we don’t come up with a solid solution, our asses are getting fucked without lube! Anyone have a real plan before we-”

Footsteps sounded when the changeling scientist and warrior, Deinos, made his way, no longer adorning the disguise of Web Spinner. “The solution to our problem might be closer than you think,” the arachnid changeling announced. “At least, regarding Midnight’s dire condition.”

Lightning Spark beamed. “Webs! Did you find a way to cure him?”

Deinos nodded and held up a tiny pale pill between his claws. “Thanks to the wonderful technology of the UFO, I refurbished a prototype that should cleanse the hyper-stallion gene from his cellular system.”

“That’s great and all, but how can he recover from his condition?” Moonlight questioned.

“That I haven’t figured out,” admitted the multi-limbed changeling. “Not even the Glamorguis can reverse all the abuse and trauma throughout his body. But perhaps the answer lies in the Necronomicon. Or, more accurately, Beatrix.”

Arcanum Folklore pulled out the forbidden tome from his inner coat pocket. “You think destroying it will undo Midnight’s advance aging?”

“Theoretically speaking, Beatrix’s power altered his timeline and made him a hyper-stallion. Destroying the book might absolve the changes done to him and everything else the witch has left her mark on. I know there was drama between her and Zeloph, so we need everyone on board to agree on the Necronomicon’s fate.”

“Right. Because Beatrix might be rendered powerless if her connection to the Necronomicon gets severed,” recalled Eclipsed, frowning.

“We’ll come to that when they’re good and ready,” said Kyube, who pointed to Midnight. “But for now, we can at least get him fixed, right?”

“About that,” Deinos cast an uneasy gaze on the weakened pegasus knight. “For the medicine to work, you must tap into your hyper-stallionism one final time. That means having all that burdening lust sated first. I don’t suppose anyone would care to volunteer..?” He looks around him.

Midnight gulped, his ears flopped as he looked guiltily at the surrounding females in the lobby, most of whom showed disdain towards the idea.

Then, in a poof of neon smoke, Moxxi shrunk down to her imp form and stepped forward with a roll of her eyes. “Y'all 're a bunch of sodded cunts! Leef 'im ter me. I’ll whip 'is sorry Khyber pass in shape!”

The blue pegasus gave a sheepish smile. “T-Thanks, Mox. I really owe you—”

“Button it!” The normally promiscuous demoness shot him a heated glare. “This ain’t gonna be sum thrill ride wif me, Middy. This is punishment! I’m givin' ya the dullest shaggin' of your life. So mind-numbingly borin', not even a vacuum cleaner will be enjoyable afterward!”

Midnight visibly paled while the others mused over his misfortune.

“Hooohohohahaha~!” Both Arron and Chisana wheezed with laughter.

“Damn,” Arcanum said, unable to hold back a snicker. “Just… just damn!”

“That’s a worse fate than death for any man,” mused Seb.

“Might as well hand over yer balls while yer at it!” chuckled Dion.

“And I thought I was cold,” commented Iclyn, a slight smirk on her snout.

“Attagirl, Mox!” Wispy approved with a wide grin. “Show him no mercy. Get him, queen~!”

Moxxi puffed her cheeks. “Don’t be cheerin' me on, ya stripy-tailed alleywhore! I’d rather barf out whale splooge than fuck King Dickhead over 'ere!”

“Still. You’re making us proud for taking one for the team,” the nekomata cheekily retorted and stuck out her tongue. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…~” She suddenly grabbed Kyube by his tail and dragged him away from the room, much to both his and Kitsune’s perplexion.

“I-Imoto! Where are you taking him?”

“Just gonna take Foxy for a test drive. See whether he’s worthy of my sis!” She replied, ignoring his yelps and complaints while she pulled his fluffed-up tail.

Kitsune frowned and narrowed her eyes. “You had better not act unjustly towards him,” she warned.

“Nah, relax! It’ll be fun; I swear~!” Wispy winked and headed off with the fox bandit. Kitsune quietly fumed at her sister's impulsive, hedonistic nature but nonetheless leaned on a wall for support and strained to follow after her, despite losing a vita ninth tail for balance.

Moonlight sighed as she watched Moxxi swipe the pill from Deinos before summoning her neon void adorning herself and Midnight to proceed with his seed ‘extraction’ in private solitude.

Her eyes then scanned the lobby while other pairs and groups took off together, no doubt to kill some time before their upcoming departure from Sacratera. She missed Moon Hammer's company already.

The thestral caught Dion side-eying her, but she shook her head, not particularly fond of the idea of some throwaway fun. Not after she'd decided to try out a short, interrupted lifestyle with the minotaur and his half-cow, half-mare twin wives. Her heart was still too raw. “Guess I'll have to stick with masturbation,” she muttered beneath a drawn-out breath.

Everyone, not focused on their own pleasures, convened with Arcanum at the center table to discuss more strategies since the ongoing war with various factions and adversaries loomed ahead. As well as uncover the source of the cosmic storm that swallowed up the multiverse since it was clear the Necronomicon's destruction was unlikely to end this dimensional madness.

The erenn warlock placed the evil book and drummed his fingers across its dried, fleshy surface, tempted to crack it open and devour its contents by its supernatural pull. To his relief, Bloody Merry hadn't appeared since the grimoire's loss and subsequent discovery. No, it had obviously decided to focus its temptations back on Beatrix.

Heaving a large exhale, he fished into his breast pocket… only to discover his missing flask. “What th—Oi! Where did me drink go?!”

Seb nervously looked away, his bandana thankfully concealing his sly grin.

Within her Onoma, Analise resumed her full figure, standing tall, voluptuous, and dominant over the wasting form of Midnight. His green eyes took in the sight of her curvature once she peeled off her form-fitting night dress. Her plump breasts bounced free and teasingly wobbled together as she bent down to slide her attire down her wide hips and larger-than-life posterior.

Once naked, Ana lifted a leg and pressed her heeled foot into his chest to push him against the ground, magenta eyes gleaming in the darkness. “Gods, this is so lame,” she groaned. “You’re lucky I’m garn easy on ya. If only 'cause Cerise wouldn’t appreciate 'avin' me break ya before ya eventually rescue 'er.”

“Y-yeah… I know,” Midnight wheezed and blushed, staring up at her spread legs at her puffy pussy. He was still worked up after encountering Eclipsed, who'd only made him miss his wife even harder.

Was she hurt? Worse...?

He snapped back to reality when Ana rubbed her foot across his half-erect cock, which throbbed and spat precum across her toes. “Seriously? I’m not even wigglin' me toes, and you’re already dribblin'! 're ya actually gettin' off ter this, ya masochistic pig?!”

“H-Hey! Everyone probably does a little,” he replied somewhat defensively. His instincts told him to seize her ankle to take control of the situation. But when he tried, the neon demon’s tail clamped around his arm, albeit at an angle that avoided its elongated teeth.

“Yaaugh!!”

“he fuck do ya fin' you're doin'?” Ana laughed wickedly, stomping her foot back down on his torso. “I told ya. We’re gonna 'ave the chuffin' blandest form of Posh n Becks ever imagined. Don’t fin' I won't neuter ya if ya misbe-ave.”

Midnight whimpered as she squatted down and mounted him, rubbing the glands of his flared horse cock against her slit to make sure he was hard enough for insertion. Ana moaned slightly, feeling his girth stretch apart her warm canal slightly. “Could be worse, I suppose,” she muttered before rocking her wide hips with lazy gyrations, barely enough to pleasure the both of them.

Thankfully, her licentious touch would always keep Midnight aroused no matter his fatigue. Surely enough to milk the last of his stupid condition.

“Whoops! Almost forgot~.”

Much to Midnight's dismay, she paused to take out the small white pill. After studying it for a few seconds, the spunky demoness popped it into her mouth.

“Ehh!? Hey, why did you—Mmmgh!!”

Ana leaned down to shut him up with a kiss, her tongue slithering inside his mouth to deliver the saliva-stained pill. When she pulled back, she commanded, “Swallow it.” He did precisely that, gulping the confinement down.“Good. Na lie back and fin' of Cerise while I make this more pleasurable for me.”

Midnight meekly nodded and let her resume grinding her pelvis into his while the neon demon summoned windows into the ship outside, which showed what everyone else was up to.

“No… nope. Boring… sad… Ahah!” Analise expanded the portal that showed Moonlight’s room with the flustered batmare inside. “This outta be good~!”

“W-wait! Isn’t it wrong to be spying on them...?” Midnight grunted, his hands slowly wandering to feel up the succubus’ wide hips, only for her to slap them away.

“Wot they don’t kna won’t 'urt them,” she assured amid small bounces atop him. “But it will hurt ya if ya dare tattletale on me.”

Her venus flytrap-style tail snuck between his legs and teasingly lowered its jaws around his hefty ballsack, an evil glint in her eye as she grinned.

“A-Aaaahh!! N-N-N-N-no! I wont! I wont!!” He squealed a little yet felt his dick pulsate harder inside her, determined to fill her womb.

“Smashin'. Na let’s see wot your China Plate is up to~!”

All eyes were honed in on Moonlight, a momentary frown on Midnight’s snout at the reminder he'd betrayed her. That she'd then dumped him for another man.

Moonlight paced her sparse room and flopped her butt down on the bed. “Damn it! After all, I've been through, and my estrus quenched, I thought I’d be over all this! But I didn't have a proper chance to spend much time with Moon Hammer before we were pulled away from my world. Didn't even have time for oral!”

She rubbed her thighs together with a snort. Making sure the electronic door was secure, the purple-gray thestral pulled up her top and tossed it aside, her breasts left to topple free with a jiggle. She raised her ass and wiggled out of the bottom half of her garments until she sat completely naked. With a satisfied sigh, she reclined on the bed sheets, opened up her thighs once she rested her head on a pillow, then let her hands wander.

One hand wandered to a bare tit, squeezed it, and pinched a nipple to erectness, while another hand trailed over her belly, down to her pussy, which she patted a few times and felt its lips swell and moisten under the delicate brush of her fingers. Moonlight traced up and down over her tight slit, teased her clitoris from its hood, and caressed the heart-shaped love button relentlessly.

“Ah...oh...” She moaned as her fantasies went wild, and her fingers sank into her squishy cunt. “Moon Hammer....Cerise...Midnight!” She seized up and felt the splash of her first miniature orgasm that dribbled between her asscrack and over her asshole.

Midnight's heart swelled as his childhood friend lusted over him, gripping the seat beneath him after he fired his first load off into the neon demon's uterus.

Ana quivered a bit at the warm sludge soaking her womb while leering down at him. “Yeesh! Got ya on a Barnet Fair trigger, 'uh?”

He wheezed amidst his release and cried out, “She...she still cares about me!”

“That’s 'onestly surprisin',” scoffed the neon demi-human. “Though ya did gra up together. Prolly wahn reason ya didn't race ter clap those sweet cheeks sooner since ya must've seen 'er more loike a sister back then!”

Anarchia then smirked as she watched the screen before her, not letting up on her agonizingly slow ride despite Midnight’s sensitivity after his release. “'mm… it looks loike the poor mare can't find satisfaction in 'er lonesome! Wonder wot she'll do~?”

True to the neon demon's words, wet schlicks filled Moonlight's room while she furiously masturbated, her womanly mound, fingers, and puckered tailhole soaked in tiny sprays of feminine nectar. Groans escaped her whenever she whimpered and heaved her toyed-with tits. “F-fuck! After all this time with Middy and Cerise, a few flicks of my bean don't cut it anymore! Damn it all!”

Driven by lustful desperation, she snapped to her feet and threw on a bathrobe left in her room, then slipped out into the hall and quickly glanced around to make sure she wasn't watched. The coast clear, she headed to the room labeled with Dion's name, aware he was probably in the mood.

Midnight felt his blood begin to boil a little. “Moonie, wait..!”

“Ahh! So the lil' bat 'as a taste for lamb chops! Yum yum~!”

She knitted to knock, only for the door to automatically slide open. And the sight that greeted her nearly threw her into shock. “What in the fu—?!”

Midnight exclaimed, “Lightning?!”

“Whoa,” moaned Ana. “A spread eagle~!”

The burly ram stood, holding Midnight’s twin sister upside down, faces buried deep into the crotches. The pegasus mare bobbed and weaved her head up and down his shaft, hands kneading his fat orbs. Meanwhile, Dion was lapping away at her bare marehood, holding her securely to his body.

Lightning’s eyes widened when she noticed Moonlight standing there and spat the ram’s thick red cock out. “O-oh, shit! Heeeey, Moonie~.”

Dion also froze and gently put her back on her feet, both their cheeks rosy red. The mare quickly yanked the batmare inside while the automatic door hissed closed behind her.

A silly smile crossed Lightning’s lips, and they said, “I-I can explain!”

“I’m… sure you could,” mumbled Moonlight, shaking off her astonishment.

“See, I was originally heading back to my room to blow off steam since Deinos was busy in the meeting. Then I bumped into Dion and… well, one thing led to another~?”

She squeaked playfully when the burly warrior hooked his arms under hers to get a handful of her tits, squeezing and bouncing them around in his big hands. The pegasus mare bent slightly to wiggle and rub her tant tush against his stiff cock, sandwiching between her firm buns.

Moonlight turned her fierce glare to Dion. “Why are males always so obsessed with dominance and conquest?!”

“Oi! She came onto me,” the caprine said defensively while humping Lightning’s backside. “She an' Ah were both willin'. Ye could e'en say there was a ‘Spark’ between us~!”

The batmare recoiled with cringe while the electric pegasus giggled. “Boo~!”

“Besides which, Ah allowed Middy th' privilege ov beddin' mah sister. It’s only fair that Ah am given th' same courtesy!”

"Oof! 'e's got ya there~" Ana mused at Midnight's expense.

“Even if he disapproved, I don’t need his permission,” Lightning reminded. “I’m the oldest. Therefore, I can do whoever I want, whenever I want!”

“Heh! Well said, lass~,” Dion chuckled before slapping his meaty dick between her thighs to get her to spread open a little. Lightning giggled and bent further, hands above her knees to brace herself when his hot rod pushed apart her marehood to slide inside her depths.

Moonlight flourished, unable to look away from the alluring display as Dion grabbed hold of Lightning’s large wings for leverage, making her moan louder each time he rammed his cock into her sex hole.

The pegasus mare turned to the batmare with a fuck happy smile and half-lidded eyes, offering, “Mmmnah~! Y-you should join us! You're dealing with estrus, too, right?”

The former cadet sourly admitted, “Yes, but… I dunno. Isn't this one step away from incest since your Middy's half-sister?” Yet she couldn't deny the fire in her inflamed loins, which intensified while watching Lightning’s tits sway and shake with every staggering thrust Dion gave behind her.

“A-aww, c’mon! This is our last chance to finally—gaaahooh, fuck~! C-Cut loose!”

“We can’t afford any more delay or distractions,” grunted Dion, far more focused on stuffing his partner deep with his cock. "Best deal wit 'em now."

Moonlight couldn’t find the words to further argue and allowed her housecoat to loosen and fall off, exposing her perky body for them to gawk at. The bat mare sat back and spread her leg, rubbing her finger over her dripping labia, her other hand tending to her own tit while she got off to their fornication.

Soon, she was adding her voice to the symphony of sexual desire, which grew louder and louder until both Lightning and Dion hit their climax. Sparks of static flashed from her mane and feathers as she discharged all over the ram’s breeding sack, which swelled to push all the warm cum stored inside through her carnal passageway.

A disappointed whimper escaped an estrus-crazed Lightning when the caprine warrior withdrew from her overstuffed cunt, but she recovered to sit beside the thestral, parting her legs and pointing at her gooey mound. “Here! Go ahead and take a lick! Taste it~!”

Moonlight debated it for a moment before saying, “Okay.”

She leaned in, her bat wings spread wide open, and her stuck-out tongue took the first tentative lick, which started at Lightning’s clit, over her slit, down to her asshole, all of them awash in a mixture of feminine lubricant and the ram's precum. She savored the mixed flavors and started to lick faster, more intently.

Dion's palm made a grab for the bent-over bat mare’s rump and spread her athletic buns wide open, batting his wet schlong against her fully exposed fuckholes. Gruffly, he asked, “May Ah?”

She rolled her eyes before answering between laps, “… ugh, fuck it. Be my guest. I'm too horny to care right now.” With that said, she flagged her tail and wiggled her pert ass invitingly at the ram.

Dion took a moment to admire and tease the mare's twat with his shaft, smearing it in her honey before he pushed inside her. She moaned into Lightning’s snatch and sank her tongue into its welcoming walls that gripped her. He landed a more firm but playful smack across her asscheeks once he started to properly rut her with deep thrusts so powerful she was rocked forward into the pegasus’s hot box.

“Hot damn! First a changeling, now a ram! Yer sister sure gets 'round, doesn’t she?” Ana teased while enjoying the show, the scene stimulating enough to get her pussy gushing with fem lubricant, making it easier for Midnight to slip inside. "Remind me ter 'ave a go at 'er daahhhn the road~!"

“Aaahh… c-can we please try a different position?” pleaded Midnight, having shamefully cum a couple more times while watching his mentor screw both his sister and best friend absolutely silly.

“Y’kna wot? Sure! Was gettin' Cream Crackered of lookin' at your stinky dum puppy dog face, anyway,” tittered the neon succubus, lifting herself up just to turn around and sit back down. “There. Ya can look at me bum for a bit. But touch it, and ya die!"

Despite how demeaning she was treating him, Midnight had to admit; the view of Ana’s dump truck ass twerking up and down with half-invested bounds kept the blood flowing through his loins.

“Now, where did our favorite feline strut off ter?” Analise cooed as she peered through a new window, revealing where Wispy Willow had snuck away with Kyube.

The nekomata wore a tight scarlet cheongsam, its sides slitted to reveal her shapely, striped thighs. She planted a hand on a wide hip and asked, “So~...what makes you worthy of my sister, foxy?” She poked his chest. “You must know she's quite a sensitive soul!”

“I’m well aware,” Kyube responded with a smile. “Not to worry. I wouldn't do anything that would make her uncomfortable.”

Wispy's bare cleavage wobbled as she shoved him back, her split tigress tails left to swish about as her ears flicked, a fang visible from her pursed lips. “What, you expect me to take the word of a bandit? How dumb do you think I am?”

The vulpine chuckled. “Funny, coming from an ex-assassin. Kitsune shared a few tidbits with me. Like how she always has to save you whenever you put your butt on the line!”

“Ooh~? So you've been eying my butt, have you?” Wispy turned to show the way her dress conformed to her shapely buttocks, bent forward a tad, and slapped one of her buttcheeks, which shook under the impact, half-exposed as part of her bare ass slipped into view, which made clear she hadn't bothered with any underwear. “I bet you just wanna squeeze it, don’t you, big boy? Go ahead. It’s the softest ass you’ll ever get~.”

Kyube stared and even admired her waving rump but shook his head. “Look, Wispy. I’m not going to pretend I don't find you cute. But Kitsune and I have an understanding. I have no intention of cheating on her. With you or anyone.” He arched his brow. “That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You were testing my loyalty to her.”

Wispy slit pupils widened, and a smile spread her lips as she stood upright. “I’m impressed! Alright, you got me. With the amount of treachery and infidelity lately, I just wanted to be sure I could trust you!”

“I don’t blame you. We foxes are known for our crafty reputation,” he admitted with a sly smirk. “Your acting could use a bit more work, though. You wear your emotions on your sleeves too much!”

Wispy pouted a little at the criticism, hands planted on her pear-like hips. “Yeah… guess that's true. Did my sis tell you about our band?”

Kyube nodded.

“B.A.B.E. puts on all kinds of crazy concerts, sometimes where we attend sans clothes, save for neon strobe lights that flash across our super sexy bodies,” she teased with a low purr. “I always have to play the 'Bad Girl' role!” She leaned on a wall and exhaled. “It can tire me out sometimes, you know? Putting the 'Grrl' in 'Bad Girl,' the attention focused on me while Kitsune tried to fade into the background. She's so terribly shy; people think she's cold since she usually lets her actions talk for her! But you wouldn't believe how much emotion bubbles underneath her surface!”

“Hmm. Even with me, it’s only a brief glimpse behind the mask.”

“Exactly! So take it slow with her! With our cybernetics repressed, Kitsune's experienced a lot of sensations she's not used to! I don't wanna see her hurt or filled with regrets! You could be her first, and I don't want her to end up just another notch on some bad boy's scorecard! Bad enough that lots of guys always try to get into Eclipsed Heart's sweet panties! Don't cheapen it, okay?”

Kyube bowed his head and promised, “You have my word. We’ll take things slow. Nothing sexual, at least for now.”

Wispy grinned. “Good boy~! I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a few kisses.” The twin-tailed tigress eyed the fox bandit briefly and ran a tongue over her lips. “But who knows! Behave yourself, and with sis’s permission, you might get to play with this pussy for real~.”

His cheeks flourished. “Hehe. We shall see.”

With a wink, she turned and brushed her split tail under his snout on the way out. She hummed the same pop tune Eclipsed had, albeit with more spice and sass compared to Heart's sweetness.

Ana blinked as the scene ended. “… that’s it?! They were just pussyfootin' 'round!” She growled in frustration while continuing to bounce her thick ass on Midnight’s cock unenthusiastically. “Ugh! Damn Rumpleteazer...”

“I-I think it's kinda wholesome they didn't cheat,” replied Midnight underneath her before yowling when her tail nipped his left nut.

“I’d keep your gobbler shut if I were ya,” the demonic demi-human hissed before looking for another section of the UFO to eavesdrop. “Where’s Bea at? Surely, she’s up ter summit naughty!”

Eventually, Ana stumbled on the wayward witch visiting an experimental room barred off due to its instability. Virtual reality rooms were used for various purposes, where everyone was free to train...and for diverse recreational entertainment.

“Let me guess,” spoke Iclyn, who startled the violet mare as she walked behind her. “You planning on using that for more ‘personal training?’”

Beatrix sucked on her lower lip. “W-well, er, I wouldn't say no! I'm kinda curious...” Iclyn rolled her eyes but nonetheless approached it with her. The see-through doors slid open, simply for them to realize it was already in use.

“O-oh!” Squeaked Beatrix.

“Of course,” dully observed Iclyn.

“Na we’re talking~!” Ana mewled.

The half-succubi, half-crystal mare version of the twins, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse had listened to Bellatrix recount her time under captivity in the mansion. Countess Alma subjected the she-devil to imprisonment to punish Bellatrix and, worse, threw her to packs of hellhounds, who hadn't hesitated to constantly have their way with the fresh, supple meat their mistress supplied them.

“I hate to admit it,” Wet Nurse had said. “But Bellatrix's tale kind of-”

“-turned you on? Me too!” confessed Foal-Bearer, who shared her sister's lust as their cutie marks lit up, intertwined with a pair of female symbols. These versions of the coral pink mares were known as the 'Manor Twins,' as opposed to the 'Paradise Twins' that had married Moon Hammer; these sisters were dutiful and loyal to Bellatrix, who'd granted them a second chance at life after Shadow Scythe beheaded the pair and switched their heads through carelessness when she revived them through necromancy.

Doomed to become something between ghosts and zombies, once freed from Shadow Scythe's enslavement, they were unable to leave the immediate radius of the haunted eldritch mansion...until Bellatrix infused them with a mixture of her power and the manor's, the sisters transmuted into half-succubi. Yet to maintain their existence separate from the mansion, their lust needed to be constantly sated, lest they fade into the ether. Thus, they decided to partake in a virtual recreation chamber Layla provided.

“I feel so sorry for Bellatrix,” murmured Wet Nurse while her spaded tail stroked her bare, slick coral pink slit. “B-but-”

“All those rowdy, horny hellhounds...there to hammer her holes....” Foal-Bearer, too, rubbed her snatch with her tail spade.

What started as a grid-like, otherwise blank but spacious chamber transformed to meet their will. A dank, dimly-lit dungeon soon surrounded them. Glowing yellow eyes peered out from the shadows, growls echoing throughout the stonework. Rust-colored fur adorned the two-headed hounds that stalked their way in, jaws drooling when they circled and sniffed the wet lower holes of the twins.

Wet Nurse's face lit up with a lusty leer. “Looks like heads aren't the only thing they have two of...oh!” One of the massive hounds pounced on her back and used his weight to push her down onto all fours, to pin his naked bitch to breed her silly, his knots prodded at her.

Another hound lapped at Foal-Bearer's twat and ass before he, too, slammed onto her back to force her down. “Easy boy~,” she teased with a wink and felt twin bulbous knots poke at her fuckholes, and likewise felt her sister's orifices be driven at when the sisters were mounted.

Hot slobber dripped across the sisters' backs when the hell beasts panted, arced their muscled hips, and violently drove themselves into the presented lower holes of their submissive bitches. The sisters moaned in unison at the shared sensation of quadruple penetration. The pleasure was shared and doubled as their cutie marks shimmered further, trapped in a euphoric feedback loop as the packs of beasts waited for the alphas to finish.

Again and again, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse shook and cooed under savage thrusts, precum running down their inner thighs, titties shaking back and forth as the animals barked, growled, and howled whenever they fucked their slutty breeder bitches silly into joyous surrender. It didn't take long before they squirted over the balls of the dogs that knotted them, orifices filled with volcanic loads of spunk.

Beatrix stood petrified with a hot blush amidst the dozenth hell beast taking her horny friends for a hellish ride. “W-wow!”

“Absolutely depraved,” observed Iclyn, as by this point, another hellhound strode up between the twins, face-to-face so the sisters could kiss and link fingers, their tongues wrestling while they were brutally rutted…but when the dog presented its veiny, knotted cocks, they pulled their lips apart with a wet smack, still connected by a saliva trail once they took its shafts into their mouths and started to enthusiastically service the beast, their mouths and throats filled by salty, runny precum. The hell beasts pounded away.

“Y-yeah! A real shame they're now addicts to lust,” the witch said awkwardly. “Although Bellatrix mentioned it also sustains them and helps them heal.”

“Then we should give them some privacy,” decided Iclyn, who started to walk out of the room.

“B-but-!” Beatrix squirmed, unable to tear her eyes away when she rubbed her burning thighs together.

The deighdyr scoffed. “I’m not even surprised anymore.”

“C-C’mon! I really need this! I've been constantly worried about Oona, Penumbra, and Cerise to the point it’s affecting my sleep!” Beatrix paused to kick a heel absentmindedly about the latter.

The charcoal princess wouldn't have been born if the Eldritch, a race of interdimensional worshippers of the Necronomicon, hadn't followed her to that world and driven it towards devastation.

Beatrix had witnessed Cerise's birth mother, Pacific Glow, carry her in her belly! Until Chrysalis cut her down, Inky Rose was forced to open Pacific Glow's stomach to save her! Cerise was born premature, and without Sombra's magic, she probably would've died, so small and delicate on arrival.

‘At this point, I've seen her grow from a baby into an adult,’ Beatrix thought. ‘She’s pretty much my niece. And I promised her parents to always look after her on our adventures!’

Beatrix sighed and followed Iclyn away from the chamber, knowing she should properly focus her efforts on becoming stronger. So she could right the wrongs she’s brought upon everyone associated with her, whatever her intentions.

By the time the train of hellhound packs released hundreds of loads in and all over Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse, the virtual dungeon dematerialized, and the siblings collapsed onto their backs, heaving breasts that like every inch of them were soaked and matted by runny rivulets of splooge. Fortunately, their gambit had worked; their wounds healed at the price their fun holes were all sore.

Satisfied for the moment, the half-succubi rose, stretched, and decided to explore the adjoining virtual chamber where they had bathed before. However, they found it already occupied, the environment a copy of a pyramid's royal interior, a throne room where a princess sat attended by her bare-chested stallion guards and topless mare handmaidens clad in thin, colorful transparent silks.

Eclipsed Heart wore silver, the family color of Sombra's lineage, as the pop star princess attempted to explore a recreation of her counterpart Cerise's life. “Ah! H-hello,” she said to the twins when they entered her fantasy world. She blushed at the fully naked, spunk-covered half-succubi; however, her entourage did not notice them. “I wanted to see how Cerise lived on a typical day, s-so-”

“Nice outfits~,” mused Foal-Bearer, who lifted the loincloths of a stoic stallion guard. “Huh, no underwear, as expected!”

“The maidens wear even less~,” added Wet Nurse while she traced the bare breasts of a supple earth mare, who moaned when her hands trailed down over hips and buttocks barely contained by thin, see-through silk that emphasized her otherwise nude contours.

Eclipsed Heart was lifted from her throne by the nearest handmaidens, who started to undo her silk gown. “W-wait-!” Her attire pooled around the charcoal mare's ankles, denuded except for the ribbon that held up her thick, hot pink ponytail. She and the twins were led out of the throne room into a room with a spacious pool where a heated bath was drawn.

Rather than continue to resist, Eclipsed relaxed her muscles while submerged in the steaming liquids and hoped this didn't count as cheating on Bass! It was only a bath, after all! Sure, the guards and handmaidens were nice eye candy, not to mention the twins, but her heart was set on her boyfriend alone!

Her eyes closed, and a low coo escaped her as gentle hands lathered their supple curves up and then rubbed them down, the atmosphere filled with the sweet and spicy scents of perfumes. She could get used to this lifestyle! Bit by bit, she hoped to understand her double a little more; eclipsed, and the sisters washed down.

“N’naaaw, na ain’t that adorable,” Ana mused while she worked another batch of baby batter out of Midnight, the hyper stallion’s genitals thoroughly sour and sensitive, yet painfully erect. The demoness’ frown deepened.

“Bloody hell! This is wot, the bloomin' elevenf time you’ve blahn your load, and your flagpole is still in salute!”

Midnight was breathing hoarsely. Not a single drop of effort or change, yet he felt he could pass out from how powerful his orgasms were. “I-I know, but hey! I haven’t gone berserker once! That means the cure is working, isn’t it?”

“Oh, taser me twat, I 'ope so. 'cause I don’t kna 'a much longer I can tolerate fuckin' loike tortoises!”

The blue knight pouted, “You’ve been ignoring me the whole time!”

“And 'e’s still garn! Fuck me, Cerise! I don’t kna whether ter feel pity for ya or respect!”

Nonetheless, they kept at their sluggish romp with the promise of Midnight’s hyper-stallionism being successfully nullified.

Midnight looked around the void, his eyes narrowing when he noticed something off. “H-Hey… is it me, or has it gotten darker in here?”

The interior lights within the giant Glamorguis shimmered down to mere flickers, indicating the eldritch beast had finally succumbed to the anesthetic gasses Viscera had been pumping into its ventilation system. As the lower deck went offline, the vile monstress rose from her crouching position and flexed her stiff limbs and joints, making sickening bone crunches.

Equinox lifted her head in alert, her night vision allowing her to see the spiny demi-human. “Well?! The lights are off. That means the thing’s asleep, right?”

“Yes,” affirmed Viscera, having taken the time to listen in on her enemies meeting above them. And fortunately for her, they appeared none the wiser to the sudden decrease of luminosity. Turning to her prison mate, she mused, “Now comes the next step. But before I go over it, perhaps it would interest you to know that Deinos has crafted a potential cure for hyper-stallionism~.”

The thestral shot to her clawed feet. “What!? But that'll ruin Fiery's plans!” She smashed her balled fist into the enclosure. “What are you waiting for? Get me outta this shithole!”

“But it will already be too late. By then, Midnight will be cleansed of his supreme genetics… unless I synthesize an elixir that simulates the hyper-stallion state. One which can be delivered to Fiery once you’re free.”

Her good eye dilated. “You can do that?”

The harpy-looking hag gave a throatful titter. “I can! But I require a key component first! Do you happen to have a sample of the hyper-stallion's DNA?”

Equinox cocked her eyebrow as she reasoned what she meant. “What, you mean did he cum in me? A while ago, yeah, but…” She rubbed her belly and felt some of his excessive, virile hyper-cum slosh about the slick, slimy walls of her stretched womb.

“Yesss! That'll do just nicely~!” Viscera was suddenly upon the marauder, pinning her to the cold ground.

“H-hey! The fuck?! Get off of me!!”

“I’ll need to extract the substance from you if I’m to craft an elixir,” reasoned Viscera. “But we don’t have to make this procedure boorish. Everyone else is feeling randy. Why don’t we make this a bit more fun ourselves~?”

Fearless as the raider usually was, Equinox couldn't help but swallow a scream when Viscera started to disrobe. “L-Listen, bitch! No offense, but you're not exactly much to look at!”

Viscera's tail trailed up Equinox's thigh as she purred. “I may not be a pretty bird, but I assure you. I’ll fuck you up harder than any man could~!”

That statement sent an unwanted chill up the batmare’s spine.

“If anything, you should be begging me for an elixir. Think about it. If you head home, where else can you turn to? No one would want an ex-subcommander who abandoned her services. But I'm certain Fiery will overlook this transgression if you give him the key to his victory. You'll be a heroine that helped save a doomed world from Queen Chrysalis and her terrible swarm!”

Equinox squirmed whenever the tail brushed over her taut tummy. “Please! Fiery would be nothing without me! He’ll take me back whether I—”

“Take back a criminal that worked for his hated nemesis?” Viscera snickered. “I don’t think so. You’ll need a boon to win him over! Otherwise, he'll probably toss you in prison. And who knows? Maybe he'll let all his men use your flesh to relieve themselves! In the public square, where he plans to fully turn the Crystal Empire into a military dictatorship, while all you mares become nothing more than foal factories. Maybe he'll let all the cadets run a train on you!”

Equinox shuddered at her words. “It’s true. Fiery doesn't approve of mares on the frontlines-”

“Precisely! You’ll be stripped of your rank and reduced to a gutter whore. Do you want to end up some stallion's submissive bitch? Knocked up with his unwanted foal? Because that's probably the best fate you can hope for if you can't offer Fiery a profitable trade, especially since he plans to outlaw the War Bands!”

Equinox glared spitefully at the throbbing ebony member between the nephilim’s legs, spaded tip lined with small bristles and male sludge oozing the urethra. But what other choice did she have? It wouldn’t be long before the UFO reactivated and analyzed whatever caused it to slumber…

“…F-fine.”

As soon as those words left Equinox's lips, she felt the tail strip away her bikini-like armor, pulled close by Viscera once the spade shot up and speared her cunt. Equinox threw back her head and released a moan between extreme pleasure and pain, then squirted a little on the spot after the intruder drove open her cervix and invaded her slick womb.

Immediately, the corpse flower tail started to suck and siphon the hyper-seed while Viscera's alien phallus squeezed inside her outstretched snatch to join it, her back pushed into the tube wall while she was taken raw.

The nephilim mated with violent force, made her prey squirm and squeal, another messy climax left to wash from Equinox's impaled pussy. Taloned hands encircled her toned buttocks, her beak left to nibble, bite, pull, and suckle on the bat mare's erect nipples. "S-Stop! Auugh, fuck! It hurts!”

“Good~,” whispered Viscera in her ear when she spun her new, fleshy toy around and pinned her against the tube, her titties left to slap on it each time she pounded into her skewered fuckholes. “Take it, you one-eyed whore! I want to hear you scream my name~!!”

Trapped somewhere between lust, fury, and humiliation, Equinox submitted to the avian monstress, determined to receive the elixir and win favor with Fiery. Shining Armor had failed her. Failed his people and his world. So what if she had to be this freak's playtoy for a while? They'd use each other until they escaped this prison and went their separate ways.

And after Viscera helped her find a way back to Equinox's world, she would seek out Fiery. Who knows? Maybe she could seduce him, too! The idea that she'd have the currently most potent stallion wrapped around her made her cunt clench even harder around her invader!

Viscera screeched alongside her, siphoning the last hyper-stallion sperm before refilling the marauder’s womb with her own acidic splooge. The batmare screamed as her inner walls were blasted in molten hot slime. The villainous demi-human gripped her tightly, ensuring the batmare took every drop of her vile essence.

After ravaging Equinox sideways, Viscera finally dislodged from the thestral's stretched hole and dropped her, a mass of spermy sludge left to drool from her orifices. She pumped her hand around her male genitals to squirt the last of her gunk onto the fallen marauder, who twitched and gasped for air. Her floral tail briefly enclosed, ghastly magic wisping out the meaty petals with vapors before blooming, the stem squeezing out a thin veil containing a purplish-pink substance.

Viscera examined the elixir before tossing it carelessly onto the cum soaked raider. “As promised. Don't use it in one sitting. I'm sure Fiery has scientists that can replicate the formula.”

Her titan arum tail lit up with a sickly green aura before firing three corrosive shots to melt the glass containing them. Once the gap proved wide enough, the vile one stepped out, leaving her freshly fucked ‘comrade’ in her afterglow.

Viscera hummed a merry little melody to celebrate her decampment while dragging her elongated finger across the walls, the wound gradually rotting off as her horrific green blight began festering throughout the Glamorguis.

Neither the eldritch monstrosity nor its passengers would even realize it was infected. Until it was too late.