Prisoners of War : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

“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 color. “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 melancholy. “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 numb 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. For a while, no one spoke a word while they went about their activities as a sign of respect for their fallen comrade.

*****

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 bawled 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~!”

*****

Fractures formed with audible cracks across the crystal coffin as Sombra carefully undid the seals placed on it with delicate spells. He knew all it would take was one mistake; his prize could be damaged beyond repair or even killed! Secreted in a private lab prepared for him within the main hive, he'd soundproofed the room and warned no one was to disturb him for any reason. Cerise Silhouette, plainly visible under the crystalline, stirred and silently moaned.

Another fissure depressed the surface. The slimy flesh and stone cavern around them reflected its luminous shimmer.

Finally, the casket crumbled into a miasma of diamond dust that whirled around them. Eyes still closed, Cerise tumbled forward and landed in her 'father's arms, his chest bare after he'd smoked more opium to keep him focused. “Can you hear me, princess?”

Gradually, the princess blinked her blurry eyes open. Then they dilated upon briefly seeing Omen’s face and recoiled with a scream.

“No, no, NO, NO! Let me go!!” She yelled, beating her first into his chest.

“Steady Cerise,” came his calm but firm reply, his hand cupped hard around her chin. “It’s me! You’re safe now.”

Once the terrible visage dissolved into her half-brother, Cerise whimpered and sobbed, unable to drive out what felt like an eternity of horror. One that should have driven her mad was trapped alone after her family and friends turned on and abandoned her. Yet she knew the real reason. The nightmare stag, that monstrous bastard. The one responsible for this calamity. How could he have betrayed them?

No… it would be more accurate to say he’d never been on their side. Not really. And now, Cerise was lost, too.

Tears dribbled down her cheeks, and her nose ran. She barely heard the words of this imposter, the monster who'd stolen her brother's body. Then, a sudden, sharp slap pulled her back to awareness. She rubbed her red-marked cheek and then stared at him down. “You hit me!”

“It was necessary,” he lamented. “You're no use to anyone like that. Lost in hysteria. That's no way for someone from my proud bloodline to behave! Especially with your ambitions to become a queen and rule over your own territory, away from a family that suffocates you!”

The charcoal mare blinked at him and sniffled. “H-how do you know-”

He tapped his skull. “I have access to all of Penumbra's memories.”

Her heart skipped. “Is...is he dead....?”

Sombra shook his head. “He resides asleep inside me, dimly aware. A mere phantom, like me, until I claimed his flesh!” He released a dark chuckle, relaxing his iron hold on her. “Go ahead. Cry, and get it out of your system. I expect you to show the steel I know you're capable of, my sweet daughter.”

Her face twisted in a sneer. “You're not my father! He's-”

“Kind? Compassionate? Don't be so simple-minded, child. Your half-brothers failed to protect you. Just like Inky Rose failed to mother you. All that coddling has made you soft! Unbefitting someone of my blood! You and your brothers were born to take what you want! Just as I have, like with all the crystal mare concubines I seduced-”

“Raped,” she corrected with a snarl.

He cruelly smiled at her. “Whatever you prefer to call it. One day, you'll grow to understand and even appreciate the addiction to power. To exercise one's dominance over others! To bend and break them to your will! That is what a king must do! What a queen should do!”

“I would never—!”

“You are my daughter,” rebutted Sombra. “It is your destiny to rule your subjects with full domination! They exist solely to serve your whims! Even Chrysalis understands this! When I claim a mare, it's for the thrill of the conquest. When I desire a queen, I take her by force~.”

“You're disgusting,” she proclaimed with quiet fury.

The dark stallion snorted, blood-red eyes trailing over her body with a sneer; Cerise was adorned by light armor that left her limber. “Garments like these are unfit to adorn the 'Daughter of Darkness.' Allow me to remedy this.”

He clicked his fingers, which lit as his aura transformed into phantom hands that tore the clothes from her supple body; Cerise stripped naked in seconds.

She glared hotly at him, not bothering to cover herself as her bared bosom heaved from naked fury. “Am I to be your latest ‘conquest’ as well?”

“No,” he denied with an amused leer, unable to help but drink into the supple curves of the charcoal mare. C-cup breasts that would fit perfectly in his palms, as would her hips and ass. “I've already prepared a suitable mantle to adorn the lovely princess of shadows! Behold!”

Elaborately crafted pieces of platinum floated across the air, carried by his aura, and surrounded Cerise, who held in a breath and tensed up. They slammed upon her flesh all at once and appeared to comfortably mold to her skin. She squeaked in shock. The liquid silvery sheen of the royal bikini conformed to her, over her nipples and the lips of her mound, but the rest of her left bare, other than small bracelets connected by a reddish-pink see-through scarf, with matching anklets and a choker.

The thestral raised her hot pink tail aside and looked over her shoulder at her bare ass. She hated to admit it, but it was a beautiful, sensuous costume. Even the ribbons that held up her hot pink hair were replaced as her cheeks colored.

“I take it you approve of my present?” He chuckled smugly while admiring her succulent form while he circled her.

“It's… well crafted,” she confessed, unable to tear her eyes away from the shimmery platinum that accentuated her contours and somehow made her feel more naked than if she were bare.

“Good. Now, follow me.” Sombra turned and undid the seal on his lab with a dismissive hand wave. A churn of twisted, slime-drenched flesh that adorned the worn rock opened to admit them out.

Cerise shivered within the interconnected tunnels of the hives. They passed drones that watched them with a leer at her but dared not touch her. Far worse to her were the moos of the captured holstaurs, somewhere between agony and ecstasy, while they were thoroughly bred.

They'd saved hundreds from the minotaur settlement. Yet it hardly seemed to matter to her when she saw these poor cows, bellies, and udders swollen as they leaked a steady stream of milk, forced to take cock-after-cock, suspended by sticky, slimy tentacles tethered from the caves.

Her heart ached, aware she could not rescue the dozens trapped here.

To her ambivalent relief, the egg-swollen, milky breeders were left behind on their entry to the 'throne room.'

Her heart froze once more at the insect mare hybrid before her, submerged nude in a pool with a malformed Mi-Go Mushroom before her. While this wasn't the same Queen Chrysalis that attacked her world, she was immediately reminded of her birth mother…Pacific Glow was stabbed to death by Chrysalis, which forced Inky Rose to take a knife and cut poor baby Cerise from Pacific's uterus.

She'd been born not fully developed, barely kept alive by her father’s magic. Torn from Pacific's womb by Inky's desperate hands to preserve her. “You… you murdered my mother!”

“Hmm? You'll have to speak up,” replied Chrysalis with a lazy splash of the murky waters.

“N-Nevermind,” Cerise said, curling the corner of her lip. This wasn't the same Chrysalis...but she was apparently no less vile from what she'd seen and heard. Glumly, she made her way in.

“Take a look around,” offered Sombra with genuine bemusement. Several denuded changelings stood around the shores with their heads bowed, most male but with several females, each sculpted to absolute sexual perfection. “Slaves bred solely to sate their queen's pleasure,” he explained while he rubbed Cerise's shoulders.

“Gross,” she muttered. Hedonism was one thing, but to groom and treat them like toys... For a brief manic moment, her features lit up, and a familiar face was spotted nearby. “B-Beatrix?! No, of course not,” she said, crestfallen to herself. “Then you must be..!”

The blue unicorn mare, adorned in no more than open robes that exposed her ample bare curves, made a theatrical bow and declared, “The Great and Powerful Trixie, at your service!”

“Wow. The appearance really is uncanny!” She'd briefly encountered another version of Trixie in the Lost World. However, she'd, unfortunately, had her body stolen by Doppia at the time...

Water sluiced from Chrysalis when she rose. “Oh? Do you know each other?”

“Not exactly,” admitted Trixie. “But my little hellspawn always spoke so fondly of her!”

“How quaint,” the evil monarch said in a dismissive flourish when she waded to the shore, the bountiful voluptuousness of her bare curves on full display. “So,” she said with a turn to her lover. “This is what you spent so much time on? She looks like a delectable morsel, but hardly worth the effort of putting a baby into—”

“She is not to be touched under any circumstance,” Sombra warned her again, his snout drawn in a low snarl.

“And I am not to be threatened,” she coolly answered in an imperious tone, her hands on her wide, wet hips. They stared each other down for a moment before she turned with a shake of a hip and a “Hmph. Do as you please. As for the rest of you, tend to me,” she ordered her harem, who snapped to obey.

While Cerise watched the perfect slaves rub down and smooth the moisture from Chrysalis' drenched mane and tail, all the while her 'father/brother' rubbed the dancer's bare shoulders, thankful that her hot pink tail concealed the crack of her ass as she shuddered under his hands.

To think this monster wore the faces of two of the most influential people to her! That he spoke to and touched her in such an intimate way! It made her shudder, despite his firm, sensual touch. Hands directed by the will of a stallion that no doubt seduced and ravished many mares until they screamed his name in bliss.

Her adventures with Beatrix had shown her the true face of evil. She couldn't hide in her palace from it anymore, desperate to blot out the darker shades of reality. Of the cruel tyrant, her father had once been.

“ꁝꏂ’ꇙ ꓄ꄲꋪ꓄꒤ꋪꏂ꒯ ꓄ꁝꄲ꒤ꇙꋬꋊ꒯ꇙ.”

Cerise stiffened. Her father/brother was speaking, but Omen’s insidious voice came out of his mouth. “ꃳ꒤꓄ꉔꁝꏂꋪꏂ꒯ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꋪꋬꉣꏂ꒯ ꉔꄲ꒤ꋊ꓄꒒ꏂꇙꇙ ꂵꋬꋪꏂꇙ. ꌦꄲ꒤ ꋬꋪꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꄲꊰꊰꇙꉣꋪ꒐ꋊꍌ ꄲꊰ ꋬ ꉣꇙꌦꉔꁝꄲꉣꋬ꓄ꁝ ꉣꋪꏂ꓄ꏂꋊ꒯꒐ꋊꍌ ꁝꏂ ꒐ꇙ ꀘ꒐ꋊꍌ. ꋬ ꂵꋬ꒯ꂵꋬꋊ.”

“S-stop it..!” she tried to sound firm, feeling his hot whisper brush her ear, his hands trailing lower over her sides to rest on her shapely hips, which he pinched.

“Why? I merely speak the truth.”

She quivered when he fondled her shapely hips, rubbed and kneaded them. “Inky, Penumbra, Ashen… Utter fools trying to shield you from the bitter truth. They infantilized you and made you weak. It’s time you accepted reality, princess. ꏂꂵꃳꋪꋬꉔꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꊰꋬ꓄ꏂ. ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꃳ꒒ꄲꄲ꒯꒒꒐ꋊꏂ ꒐ꇙ ꏂ꒦꒐꒒.”

His callous palms trace over her dimples of venus down to the plush, supple slopes of her bare charcoal buttocks. She gasped when something hard and girthy wedged between her cheeks and yanked away from her father’s grasp. Sombra snickered. “You honestly need to relax.”

“Never! I’m already spoken for! And he’s thrice the stallion you are!” She fumed, heated all over while he leered at her.

The dark tyrant bellowed with laughter. “Ahh, yes. Your ‘husband’! The same pegasus who sought out other mares to sate his unyielding condition? Who nearly knocked you up while you slept? Sounds like he and I would get along~.”

Her heart went cold once more. “Th-that's...Middy...he's...”

“Unworthy,” Sombra pressed on as he fully drank her in. “A mere worm unfit to please my daughter. A true king would treasure his queen; give her the utmost respect and attention!”

“Like you’re on to talk,” Chrysalis scoffed. “This is tiresome. Just force her on her hands and knees already, like any harlot! You once brainwashed the entire populace of the Crystal Empire, did you not? Before you met your demise?”

“They were lucky,” the umbral stallion huffed. “And unfortunately, I've lost the proper materials to craft those helmets. Otherwise, it wouldn’t even be a challenge to take control of that military bore, Fiery Kickstart's army.”

“Yes, quite a shame,” lamented Chrysalis with a pout. “Ouch!” One of the latest additions to her harem, a female drone that brushed her waterfall of hair, had accidentally pulled her tresses. She hissed, “Watch it, you dumb whore! Bad enough, I needed to replace one of my boy toys with another lowly female!”

She raised her hand, her tailored nails readied to scratch the meek drone...only to have her wrist seized. Her attention snapped to Cerise, who'd crossed the dreary cavern to stop her. “Grnnn!?”

“Don't you dare hurt her!” Cerise blocked the drone and met the queen's cold stare.

“You're bolder than expected! But you're hardly a match for me!” True to her word, despite the earth pony strength Cerise still carried after her transformation into a thestral, it couldn't quite match a changeling queen's, as their arms wrestled and she groaned under strain. Chrysalis tittered at her. “What will it be, wench? Will you resist until your tiny arm snaps and bone is exposed—?”

An aura wrapped around the two as Sombra pulled them apart. “That’s enough! You've made your point!”

Chrysalis hissed at him. “You favor her too much. It will be the death of you. For the second time!” Her harem backed away when he approached. “Ooh~? Do you plan to have it out here?”

Soon he stood eye-to-eye with his queen, reminded that this uppity bitch needed to be put in her place. But Sombra couldn't be too harsh, or he'd drive his key to victory away. No, he needed to keep her properly pleased and simultaneously dominated since she held onto his potential army while he stood alone.

So instead, he suddenly shot forward and met her lips. Her eyes widened, but her taut posture relaxed again when he invaded her maw. One of his hands wandered across her lower back, over her ample ass. Cerise started to pull back, but he seized her wrist, which still ached as she rubbed it, his mouth drawn from his queen's. He firmly commanded, “No. Stay by my side and bear witness.”

Chrysalis smoldered with fury and lust. “What are you-” She bristled, and her cheeks burned when he spun her so she back faced him, and his firm hand bent her over, her face afire in humiliation. “How dare you—Yaaauhh~!!” She yelped when he landed a harsh smack on an ass cheek. Said butt wobbled under the impact, a red hand print left over her black flesh. Feminine lust drooled from her slit at his spank, the way he dominated and humiliated her, a treat she wouldn't dare let any other creature inflict on her! Worse still, Cerise was forced to watch her shame the entire time while he relentlessly spanked her soon-tanned asscheeks and readied his mottled cock.

Fished out of his pants, which he slid from his lean white frame, a cruel smile crossed his features. His flared tip traced Chrysalis' puffy slit until it was nice and wet, then rubbed a circle around the ring of her puckered asshole. “Beg for it,” he demanded, palms encircled about her buns, squishing under his hands.

“Wh-what-?” She sputtered in outrage as he spread her plush cheeks wide open, then let them clap together with an audible slap of spanked flesh, which he repeated as he prodded at her lower holes. Bad enough, he took her in front of his daughter and her harem like a lowly whore, but to treat her like she was his bitch and make her plead! She yelped as he slapped her wobbly ass. “P-please...”

“Louder!” Another crack across a bouncy asscheek as her beaten buns blushed.

“H-harder! I-I mean, please! Punish me more~!!” She somehow blushed even brighter through a whorish moan as she heard the fizzle of sorcery. She felt a second horsecock slap between her buttcheeks, her tail raised, while his first shaft teased over cuntlips that continued to drool nectar across his vein-lined dick.

Sombra laughed and, with another meaty swat of her thick round ass, said, “Since you asked so nicely...” His flared tips teased at her sex holes a few more times; more slaps landed across her buttcheeks as she whined despite herself until he pulled her mane and tail and drove into her orifices. She immediately clenched around him when he took her to the hilt.

Cerise squirmed uncomfortably while she watched her 'father/brother' fuck her mom's murderer like a piece of meat.

All the while, Chrysalis lost herself to pleasure despite her attempts to restrain herself; her holes stretched while he took her deep until she started to whorishly wail, which echoed throughout the caverns. Squelches sounded as her asscheeks wobbled under the impact of his thrusts, her spank-marked flesh left to ripple each time he drove past her cervix into her womb, and her bowels also plowed.

“Yes! Oh yes!” By this point, she barely noticed Cerise, Trixie, or her harem. Not that she particularly cared in the witch's case since her uterus was now a larva's slimy nest, which rendered a mere shell.

“Watch closer,” he commanded the princess. “Kneel.”

Reluctantly, Cerise knelt, her face a mere inch from Chrysalis' ample ass as it lewdly bounced with wet slaps each time he slammed it about.

Grunts arose from Sombra, who ruthlessly pounded into his lover and intentionally put on a show. One hand, still tightened around her mane, twisted her to meet his daughter's eyes, so she could witness the fucked silly pleasure written across her pink-stained, lurid face. A mixture of ambivalent emotions continued to war in Chrysalis; disgust and pity wrote on Cerise's innocent face.

“D-don't you dare look down on me...ooh!” Another sharp crack met her bare ass. The blur of his muscled hips stopped when he withdrew with a pop from her stretched holes. “Hey, asshole!” She sneered in an imperious manner to hide her lust. “Why the hell did you stop?”

“Settle down and take it, bitch.” Furious shame was swallowed by another euphoric moan once he fully sheathed her orifices in one brutal thrust until she went cross-eyed, and her tongue lolled out whenever he violently double-stuffed her to the absolute limit once more. A reminder of who really deserved to rule!

Despite how much she loathed them, the musk and other scents of their sex wafted into Cerise's nostrils. To her shame, her nipples grew painfully stiff under the two slim pieces of platinum that left most of her breasts exposed and, likewise, her lower holes clenched. Her hot cunt was moist and wet, greedy for cock, and used to how her hubby fucked her several times a day.

Once again, the Nightmare Stag’s presence continued to haunt and condescend to the charcoal princess. “꒒ꄲꄲꀘ ꋬ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤, ꁝ꒤ꋊꍌꏂꋪ꒐ꋊꍌ ꊰꄲꋪ ꋬꋊꄲ꓄ꁝꏂꋪ ꂵꋬꋊ ꓄ꄲ ꊰ꒐꒒꒒ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꏂꂵꉣ꓄꒐ꋊꏂꇙꇙ ꂵ꒐꒯ꋊ꒐ꍌꁝ꓄ ꒒ꏂꊰ꓄ ꃳꏂꁝ꒐ꋊ꒯.”

“S-shut up!” She whimpered while chewing her lip; the first thin traces of arousal sliced down her hot inner thighs.

“꒐꓄’ꇙ ꄲꀘꋬꌦ ꓄ꄲ ꋬ꒯ꂵ꒐꓄ ꒐꓄. ꋊꄲ ꄲꋊꏂ ꅐꄲ꒤꒒꒯ ꊰꋬ꒤꒒꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꊰꄲꋪ ꍌꏂ꓄꓄꒐ꋊꍌ ꃳꋬꉔꀘ ꋬ꓄ ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꒯꒐ꇙ꒒ꄲꌦꋬ꒒ ꁝ꒤ꇙꃳꋬꋊ꒯. ꌦꄲ꒤ꋪ ꊰꋪ꒐ꏂꋊ꒯, ꂵꄲꄲꋊ꒒꒐ꍌꁝ꓄, ꋬ꒒ꋪꏂꋬ꒯ꌦ ꀘꋊꄲꅐꇙ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ. ꇙꄲ ꆰ꒤꒐꓄ ꉣꋪꏂ꓄ꏂꋊ꒯꒐ꋊꍌ ꒒꒐ꀘꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤'ꋪꏂ ꃳꏂ꓄꓄ꏂꋪ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꍌ꒐꒦ꏂ ꒐ꋊ꓄ꄲ ꇙꄲꂵꃳꋪꋬ’ꇙ ꒯ꏂꂵꋬꋊ꒯ꇙ. ꃳꏂꉔꄲꂵꏂ ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꃳ꒐꓄ꉔꁝ. ꒐꓄ ꒐ꇙ ꋬ꒒꒒ ꌦꄲ꒤’ꋪꏂ ꍌꄲꄲ꒯ ꊰꄲꋪ~!”

While Cerise struggled to silence the demon in her head, it was apparent she wasn't the only one turned on as Trixie, her nipples erect, pleaded, “M-may I....?”

Unable to speak due to her moans, Sombra overruled Chrysalis when he answered, “Go ahead, slave. Disrobe, and rub yourself silly.”

The azure, all too happy to do so as she unlaced her cloak to leave herself nude and wet schlicks swiftly met her knuckle-deep, frenzied masturbation.

Soon, Trixie presented herself on all fours as Vox floated amidst a billow of robes and produced the fresh pair of finished wands. Greedily the witch snatched them up and plunged them up her cunt and asshole while she screwed herself on them, the knowledge they came from her butchered friends Lavender and Fuchsia all but forgotten. “M-my little hellspawn,” she moaned.

Sombra focused back on his work, the occasional moment taken to squeeze the pendulous breasts of Chrysalis, which swayed and jiggled under his angry assault. He pinched, twisted, and pulled her nipples, distended them far as he could yank them, all while she mewled below her relentless black stud.

Faster and harder, he fucked his queen, rewarded with one of many messy squirts across his loins. She winked and tightened around him. Grunting, he couldn't hold back anymore. With another spank, he yelled, “Take it all, you whore!” His tips violently flared and started to fire load-after-load deep inside her wet core.

Her knees shook once she climaxed with a continuous wail, harder than ever. In the middle of Sombra's explosive release, she tumbled forward, half-conscious when she landed on her face, her heart-shaped ass upraised as his twin, slick horsecocks popped loose from her widened orifices.

Sombra bellowed and continued to fire more ropes across her back and ass. Cerise yelped as a stray shot slapped her across the face and quickly closed an eye; her mouth instinctively opened in protest, simply to have another violent cumshot shoot into her mouth.

She hacked and coughed as a couple more stray shots painted her face and tongue, a mouthful of his runny splooge accidentally swallowed, as more spunk dribbled from her lips and spattered across her shapely tits. Her face burned, and her slick sex holes clenched harder.

The cruel king chuckled at his work after his last weak spurts impacted Chrysalis across her gaped, runny asshole and labia. “Sorry about that.” He lecherously stared at his cum-soaked daughter. “I need to work on my aim~!” In truth, it had entirely been an accident...but he could smell Cerise's moist, unwanted arousal!

Cerise tried not to think about how her 'father/brother' had just cum all over her face and in her mouth! How she'd accidentally swallowed a salty mouthful down! Or how insanely turned on she was, her features marked by his seed!

She tried to rub his seed off but smeared it further into her matted fur. “Are we done here?” Her eyes drifted to the murky pool. “Can I take a bath?” She wasn't sure the water was safe, but...

Sombra hesitated a few moments to gawk more at her cum-make up, proud of how he'd marked his prey. “Go ahead.” His aura wrapped once more around her platinum bikini and drew it from her contours, which wobbled once exposed.

The batmare seethed at the dark stallion but let her twin tails down and swept her hot pink mane aside when she waded into the warm pool. Sombra watched her bathe for a while, his diluted semen regretfully washed from her skin and fur.

Thankfully, he eventually lost interest and turned his back to focus on business with the cultists. Primarily since she was still worked up, she sank below the pool to masturbate on the sly. Despite how it burned at her core, it was less out of lust and more to scratch an itch, like she was in estrus.

Her heart-shaped clitoris poked out from the hood of her mound. She rubbed her love button in a quiet frenzy to seek release, her thoughts on those she desired. Her husband, Midnight. Their former herd mate Moonlight. Her fellow dancer Rhenaes, who she'd hoped would join her herd. Her free hand fondled a supple breast and pinched a perky pink nipple whenever she could sneak that in.

But dark memories manifested after her lust-ridden thoughts worsened, recalling when she had been possessed by the Pony of Shadows, who used her body to pass itself onto her father. Slowly, those memories became fantasies, Sombra celebrating his conquest of the Crystal Empire by pummeling his daughter over the balcony for all his subjects to see.

Her breath hiked, and her finger quickened, the disturbing yet arousing imagery helping push her closer to the edge as she fingered herself silly. Her head arched back, screaming for more, a voluptuous body on display, tits and ass bouncing freely from their royal confines, while her father bottomed out her love tunnel and flooded it with his tainted seed. The promise of becoming pregnant with his incestuous spawn satisfied her sickening desire, which she wondered whether Omen now pulled to the surface.

Her shell-shaped ears picked up on a faint conversation between Sombra and Vox. “...as part of our arrangement, we will return this to you—”

“What?!” The tyrant exclaimed with astonishment. “I thought this was lost forever! How did you-”

“That doesn’t matter,” said the cult representative. “Use it however you like, so long as it does not interfere with our design.”

Cerise continued her rapid, desperate schlicks and thumbed her tight asshole. Her amorous needs were much heavier since she married a hyper-stallion who required constant stimulation. Yet she paused for a moment at the sight.

A crimson horn, larger than any she'd seen and jagged. Her father's horn, or at least this version of Sombra's, since when his body was destroyed, this one piece of him had been cast far into the distance, with neither his conquerors nor his followers able to recover it. Until now.

“We managed to fashion it into a wand,” confirmed Vox. “You should be able to channel your dark magic more properly. Or perhaps you can attach it back to yourself? Usually, another pony's body would reject—”

“Yes, yes, I know.” He impatiently snatched his lost horn up and cruelly smiled. “But since I possessed this body, perhaps it can endure this horn, too! It will be a delicate operation. But should it prove successful, my power will eventually be unrivaled!”

Cerise shuddered and resumed her furious masturbation without relenting; her whimpers swallowed. Thankfully, after the show the couple put on, she tensed up soon, bit her lip hard, and climaxed. Her orifices tightened around her knuckles when she rode her orgasm out.

It wasn't a satisfactory release since she had to keep it quick and quiet. The charcoal mare suspected some of the harems had noticed her little masturbation session yet left her in peace as she finished with small squirts.

After she exited the pool and water dripped from her, the harem dried her off. Once dried, her metal princess bikini snapped back into place with a jiggle of her flesh. The tyrant rulers were intently focused on a pair of crystalline suits of armor. It was her first day in the hive, yet she feared worse awaited her.

But Cerise preferred this nightmare to the one that awaited her the next time she should fall asleep. For despite how hopeless the situation was, a small part of her held onto the possibility that she could reach her friends and warn them of the mastermind pulling their strings…

*****

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 a her flimsy covering drawn up her legs, and exposing 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 changes! 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 sorry 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...

*****

Moon Hammer moaned low, stripped bare while he sat on the toilet lid in his bathroom, soaped and rubbed down by his equally nude half-mare, half-cow twin wives. They doted over their husband, his muscles lined with nasty bruises and scars from numerous cuts and burns.

How many days have passed? He was still tender, but other than the marks, there wasn't any permanent damage. He considered himself lucky, despite it all.

“You poor dear~,” said Strawberry Moon as she rubbed her soapy, milky titties on his back with slow, drawn-out strokes.

“So many new sexy scars~,” added Blue Moon, who rubbed her buttery buns on his belly and teased before his masculine pillar.

He smiled at the sisters and rewarded the cows with a squeeze of each twin's tit and a pinch of the thick nipple that topped it, also cited by their moan-like moos and a small squirt of milk that dribbled down slopes of their voluminous udders. “Thank you, sweeties. Sadly, there's no time to play.”

Strawberry sighed with a business-like nod. “True enough. I know Bloody Merry wanted some alone time, but—”

“—we promised to help her today,” finished Blue. “I hope she, you know, doesn't need more 'private time'!”

The sisters shared a girlish giggle while they washed their bullish husband down. From the blushes on coral-pink faces and the playful shimmy of their hips and butts, he knew where their sex-addled minds were.

Moon Hammer shook his head, and his cheeks colored at what he envisioned. “We don't know whether she needed to touch herself. Most likely, the poor mare needed time to think. She's an-”

“Outsider,” said the sisters in unison. “We know. We've promised to look after her!” They'd helped him tailor a suit Merry requested, and then the twins talked to the local bartender in preparation.

“Get to it then,” he said with a sly smile and a playful swat on the part rumps of each mare. They tittered with another coy moo, and pretty soon, they were all toweled off and redressed for the day.

Breakfast was skipped since they could catch it at the local pub. Morning dawned on the newly dubbed town of Hammerfall, the first sounds of today's construction faintly audible while the sun peeked out.

Moon Hammer repressed a snort at the stallion soldiers that helped his minotaurs rebuild and expand his war-torn town. So far, most of the troops behaved, but he could feel the unspoken tension in the air.

His eyes fell on several straw and wooden dummies set up to one side of the town, where the thuds of arrow shafts filled their ears. Carefully, the three of them approached the rows of stands.

The blonde-maned, brick-red mare looked slick in her tailored suit. Bloody Merry had switched to an auto-crossbow, the closest weapon she could find to a rifle here, one of Hammer's latest works.

“Me accuracy’s shit when it comes to a bow,” she admitted. “But it’ll have to make do for now!” Taking aim, she squeezed the trigger and fired on her target. The clockwork mechanism rattled when the crossbow spat bolt after bolt and struck home in a blur of wood and metal.

“Impressive,” came a deep feminine voice at her side. “You claim you’ve never wielded a crossbow, yet you're a natural.”

In contrast to the new arrival, Chezka snorted each time she drew her compound bow back with muscled arms and loosed another heavy arrow into the bullseye, which made her bare, heavy breasts wobble each time she fired.

She rapidly knocked arrow after arrow from her quiver, one of her breasts lifted by the band, with more rumbles from her bared breasts each time she snarled and fired. All the centauress could think about was her Amazon sister Panna, how she'd been hurt...and how Fiery dismissed her! She stomped a hoof from her wounded pride as one loosed shaft split another.

Merry whistled while she reloaded. “Blimey. You’re always dead on!”

“To make it as an Amazon warrior, I had to be,” acknowledged Chezka. “Weakness isn't tolerated in our tribe since it could put our sisters at risk.” For the first time, she released her arrow in a blind fury and missed the circle on the dummy completely. “Shit!” She tossed her thick white ponytail off her clenched face.

Moon Hammer walked up behind the centauress. “Here. Let me.” His firm hands tentatively rested on her biceps. She tensed up for a moment since pride warred across her face until her taut muscles relaxed. “Strawberry, Blue, why don't you take Merry to the pub? We'll catch up later. Much later.” He winked.

The twins tittered and winked back. In unison, they said, “Come on, Merry!” He'd promised not to play around, so it was evident to him he had another reason than mere lust. No, he hoped to strengthen the union between both sides since he'd noted a rift between Fiery and his wives and decided to make his play.

The earth mare left the auto-crossbow in the booth. “I'd murder for some breakfast.” She fell in after the sisters.

After the three of them left, Moon Hammer continued to help direct Chezka's shots. Before, the anger that smoldered in her made her shake, but she settled down under his firm touch. Her sweaty breasts rapidly heaved and started to slow their rise and fall after she made more perfect shots. Her white, wild tail tickled his hips once she twisted her horse rump and rubbed it into his side. She also subtly shifted her torso's posture so his meaty palm slipped and cupped one of her bared tits.

With a manly squeeze of said heavy titty, the nub of her wide nipple rubbed into his palm. She leaned into his fondle.

“In our tribe,” she whispered in a husky manner. “A man that defeats us can take us as his bride.” She directed his free hand lower, over her toned tummy, down to where her skin appeared to terminate into the horse portion of the centauress.

His eyebrow raised in surprise after he found a portion of the horse coat under her belly peeled down under his touch to expose a second, human-like mound, complete with a pussy, its lips heated and sticky to the touch. From her lower back, he discovered the same, a second, womanly ass with plush, bare cheeks revealed to him as his palms traced them. “Well, I’ll be! You’ve got two—”

“Yes.” Her face colored a little. “Maybe centaurs aren't a natural race, but some fusion of woman and horse made from magic, or so the legends claim. Who knows?” She swallowed hard when he continued to fondle a titty while he kneaded her mound and womanly ass, any modesty surrendered from the peeled-back portions of the drawn-back horse coat. “You don't think it's—”

“Weird? Nah.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “I mean, to the ponies here, a half-man, half-bull is odd. Honestly? It's pretty hot knowing you’re twice the woman. Just like my wives.”

A rare, warm smile lit her face. “Then I'll expect to double the pleasure!” She twisted her torso so her lips met his, and the bull's sizable cock fished out of his pants. Most mares couldn't safely take it without the aid of potions....but he was a suitable fit for the horsey portion of the Amazon.

He drove into her pussy. Heard her bicker, and her tail brushed across his torso. Her muscled buttocks slapped under each thrust, speared upon the bull's cock.

While he snorted and rutted her with wild abandon, rewarded by the Amazon's heated moans, Bloody Merry followed the twins into the pub. They'd warned her a little about the eccentric work here, but she didn't expect to see so many topless holstaurs, their voluminous udders dotted by wide areola, beads of milk leaked from their titty slits to dribble down breast slopes while they made the latest rounds.

They didn't wear much on their lower halves either, adorned by the tiniest cow print thongs that left their entire wide hips, asses, and most of their pubis on display, their puffy cameltoes visible. The waitresses shimmied their bouncy tits, asses, and hips as they made deliveries.

“Didn't expect a titty bar,” said Merry. “Should've called this place the 'valley of bimbos!' But doesn't this take the term 'milk maids' too literally...?”

The twins chirped in unison, “It's a nice way to earn lots of coins superfast!”

“....no way in hell.” Merry folded her arms. “I mean, me mother was an alemaid, and so was I. But I ain’t about to prostitute meself! I don't care how much you're prepared to pay me!”

The twins tittered once more as the saloon-style double doors were pushed aside to let them in. “Just a little fun,” teased Strawberry. “You can work here-”

“-as a bouncer!” Blue finished. “You can handle yourself, you've said...?”

Merry relaxed a little and smirked. “Yeah. Expert in hand-to-hand. Sure, why not?”

Nonetheless, she couldn't help but furrow her brow uncomfortably at the minotaurs and stallion troops that mostly made up the business here, served by the almost entirely naked cow women. “A little one-sided for them to serve males like courtesans, isn’t it?”

“They're all volunteers!” Strawberry winked while the sisters stopped to observe the cows that passed and practically drooled at them, their eyes drawn to those bountiful milkers that bounced, the sizable swayed hips, and the beautiful buttocks that wobbled each time voluptuous waitresses passed by.

Blue added, “And the funds are used to help rebuild the town! The owner is careful to ensure no one feels exploited, plus each waitress keeps a fair share of the tip pool! Everybody wins!”

They lowered their voice conspiratorially and whispered to her sides in each ear, “Plus, it helps keep the peace. Sometimes, the stallion troops here can get kinda...rowdy. Were we not busy with Moon Hammer, we might have worked here ourselves~!” They whistled as one and shimmied in their thin bikinis.

Merry read from the menu above the pub, which didn't serve any alcohol since the owner feared drunks could run out of control. Instead, various flavors of milk adorned the menu. The cows moaned a low moo each time they squeezed a titty and squirted a thick dollop of creamy milk into steamy coffee or tea.

“Fuckin’ hell….” Her cheeks colored at another note on the menu. For several more bits, a patron was allowed to milk a bloated udder directly or, for a ton more, drink directly from the milky tap of the cows. At a few tables, she saw this firsthand when a few minotaurs and many stallions paid extra to knead and pinch those udders to milk them or, in a couple cases, drink directly from nipples.

Suckles and moan moos resounded, satisfaction written across a stallion's fade when his time was up, and the udder wetly popped free, his lips stained in a milk mustache he ravenously lapped at.

Merry didn't usually think of herself as one with an eye for women, but she couldn't deny a stir in her loins at the sexual antics. Didn't help she hadn't been laid.

The twins approached the minotaur owner and chatted with him briefly while they informed him the potential bouncer had arrived and that she needed her first complimentary breakfast prepared. He nodded and, from behind the counter, started to work up a small feast, air filled with the aroma of fresh food.

The sisters returned to Merry and said, “Should you ever wish to work here, Beatrix left some of her alchemy potions behind! You could always boost your breasts more or make them milky too!”

The brick-red mare returned a clipped smile and simply shook her head. She decided it wasn't her style at all, especially since her bust was already heavyset.

She spotted a spotted doe with a half-melted horn on her forehead near a fireplace. “That's Panna,” said Strawberry. “Another of the Amazons and the second wife of Fiery Kickstart.”

The deer in question's eyes carried a hint of melancholy while she rocked back and forth in her chair. The soft velvet fur of her pert breasts was bared, her mouth tensed in a thin line as she juggled a series of knives, her eyes focused obsessively on the flames. A quiet reminder of when the hidden lands of the Amazon burned down...the day Fiery claimed her and Chezka as his.

Blue murmured, “Our husband plans to construct a prosthetic for her horn. Unfortunately—”

“—he's swamped,” continued Strawberry.

Merry turned to the outside window, where he still piled his dick into the centauress’ horse half. She scrunched her snout. “…Riiiiight.”

They replied in unison, “We’re serious! Hammerfall is still partially in ruin all over. So much left to be done, and he’s hardly had any chance to rest and relax!”

Merry rolled her eyes and sat at a stool, where steam wafted from a tray adorned by breakfast. She hesitated to drink the milk-laden tea but couldn't deny that the cow dairy was sweet! She looked to the twins that sat to her sides, adorned by cow print mini bikinis, and tentatively asked, “Please don’t tell me I have to—?”

“No dress code for bouncers,” they answered as one. “That suit will be fine!”

“Oh, thank fuck! The last thing I need is more limp dick fucks staring at me knockers, thinking I’m up for grabs.” She paused the fork before her lips, a steamy carrot speared on it. “Hope we don't run into trouble anytime soon. I'd hate to ruin such a nice suit on me first day.”

She ate in silence, lost in thought. A siege had recently torn across Hammerfall, and she worried the changelings or the cult could soon return, the settlement under-defended after its recent losses. Ripe for an invasion.

She'd throw herself into Hammerfall's defense in a second. But what difference could one soldier really make...? Her mind drifted back to the battlefield, back-to-back with Arcanum, up to their knees in muck and blood while the bullets whizzed. Before it all went dark...

Bloody Merry picked at the last crumbs of her meal when a yell drew her attention. “Damn it," cried one of the stallions, who slammed his fist on the round table. “Out-of-pocket change already! Of all the-”

“You need to pace yourself,” said another trooper. “You know Fiery limits our bits a week!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He seized a waitress by the wrist to stop her. “Hey, cutie! How about a freebie?”

The cow woman shook her head with a nervous smile. “Aw, c’mon, just one time! You can stick it on my tab if you let me stick it in you~!” He reached out and crushed a fat titty under his palm, skin pinched between knuckles that dribbled milk between them. She squeaked.

Immediately, Merry shot to her feet and raced over. “Oi! What the hell-”

The soldier warned, "Back off!"

He tried to strike her, simply to find himself tossed over his shoulder, onto his back as the wind was knocked from him. “Don't you know better than to touch a woman without permission? You know the rules.” Luckily, she'd memorized said rules written by the menu over breakfast.

The stallion wheezed and splayed across the floor. “Dumb bitch! You really think you can kick me out after all I've paid...?”

“You’ll be lucky if you get barred here for a week!” Were it up to her, she'd kick the punk out permanently, but the rules declared otherwise for a first offense.

“Screw that! Back me up, boys!” He looked at the soldiers at the table.

A few of them rose. “Looks like we're still on call for duty when we're in uniform,” said another soldier, who exhaled.

“Lady, just let him have his fill, and no harm will come to anyone!” His hand drifted closer to a sheathed sword.

Bloody Merry snorted and pointed to the plaque above the bartending area. “See that? They’ve got a right to refuse service.”

“Huh. Now that you mention it—” His blade snaked out closer than most could follow, which she deftly ducked.

The entire bar exploded into action at once. Holstaurs screamed and took cover when weapons were drawn, and minotaurs shot to their feet. The bar owner had tentatively allowed the soldiers to wear their weapons, hopeful it would help keep the peace, but now lamented that once violence exploded.

Merry disarmed the closest stallions with a flurry of swift punches and a couple of roundhouses. Bottles were thrown and smashed. Milk spilled across the floorboards. Fists flew; the minotaurs reminded Fiery's soldiers had killed some of their own and wanted any excuse for payback. Despite their lack of armaments, the bulls towered over the stallions and tackled or wrestled them to the floor.

The owner hurled himself into the fray, a club in hand, and even some of the waitresses pitched in to support the bulls since their Amazonian builds made them a match for the typical stallion. The twins made their own move, a heavy table pushed over that pinned a trooper on the floor. Another troop rushed the twins…then slipped on puddled titty milk.

Merry had no time to watch over the twins, though, when she threw another soldier across the room, and a crash resounded when he slammed into a bar, soaked in milk bottles on display that rained from the shelves. “Shit,” she cried as someone broke a bottle on her dome, and a sliver of hot blood dribbled down her face. Her elbow to his gut made him cry as a rib snapped in a loud crunch.

A woman shouted over the chaos, “Stop this immediately!” When the troopers ignored her, Panna hurled a knife at one of them, and he yelped as it thudded into the wall and twitched, just below his balls hidden by pants that he soaked in a urine stream. “Settle down. Now. That's an order,” she warned them.

Her words were calm and relaxed, but she kept another pair of knives ready to be thrown. As did the minotaurs, the stallions withdrew from the barroom brawl after the bartender nodded at the patrons and fellow bouncers to stand down.

Panna reminded them, “You're in uniform. That means you represent the Crystal Empire.” The fawn's arms folded under her bare breasts. “Clean this place up.”

Grumbles arose from her men, who nonetheless snapped to attention and saluted before they started to remove the mess. “I'm sorry,” said Panna, who bowed to the owner. “I blame myself. They're not from my unit, but we're supposed to be more disciplined than this. Here.” She slapped her satchel onto the cleanest counter, opened it, and spilled out a small fortune in sparkly bits. “Consider it a donation to the pub. I'll send you another one later.”

Merry studied the wrecked room. “No permanent harm done, I hope.” There were some broken bones, bruises, and cuts, but it didn't appear anyone had died or lost limbs. The fawn nodded while watching the men ensure everyone pulled their weight. She asked, “Where did you learn those knife skills, anyway? Doesn't look like anything the army teaches! Amazon technique?”

The doe shook her head. “My brother Cornelius and I used to lead a bandit unit,” explained Panna, who plucked an apple from a bowl, tossed it into the air, and skewered it on a knife before she raised it to her lips and took a crunchy bite. “Then I ended up captured by the Amazons and lost in another dimension.”

Merry whistled. “Yeah, this ain’t me homeland either. Your brother, he's—?”

“Alive, I hope. Not sure whether I'll see him again. Ever since childhood, my brother and I were always on the move. It feels like I've been tossed from one home to the next my entire life." Panna released a drawn-out breath." Sorry. I didn't intend to talk your ear off with my troubles. The loss of my horn made me rethink my life.”

“Gotcha. I've had to soul-search meself since-” Merry turned to the saloon doors, kicked open by a hoof, and left to rattle.

Chezka trotted in, closely followed by Moon Hammer, and slumped her shoulders. “Oh. We're too late. We were already headed this way and heard some commotion, so we broke into a sprint-”

“It's fine,” said her Amazon sister. “We've handled it. This is-”

“Bloody Merry. We've met,” replied Chezka, nodding to the brick-red mare.

Moon Hammer embraced his wives, who practically tackled him when he embraced the sisters; their milkers squished into his bare chest when they peppered his cheeks in kisses. “You two okay?” They enthusiastically nodded. “Good. We'd better pick up the calves from the babysitters.” They didn't like to leave their kids alone, but they also needed some time to themselves.

A sigh escaped him at the bedlam. He knew it would come to this eventually since both sides still resented each other. At least there weren't any casualties. “How you holdin' up, Miss Merry?”

“Just dandy, really.” She dusted off her maroon suit, thankful the blood missed it. “Honestly? It was kinda fun! Haven't had a real chance to test my skills! You've all treated me wonderfully, too, like I'm family! Honestly, couldn't ask for more!”

“Good to hear!” His snout split into a wide, warm smile. He, his wives, and Merry all pitched in, and by the hour's end, the pub was back to a presentable state. He hoped the minotaurs and stallions, forced to work side-by-side, would ease the tensions, at least for a while.

But he couldn't dismiss his people slain in the war. Had it not been for the cannon fire that rained down on the crystal barrier, it would have been much harder for the swarm and cult to invade, and fewer of the minotaurs would lie dead. Fewer holstaurs were reduced to breeding stock. He shuddered at their dark fate but knew they could not rescue them from the mass hives below.

Maybe once Beatrix and her friends returned. If they came back. He couldn't rely too much on them. No, Hammerfall was ultimately his responsibility. His burden to shoulder alone. At least he'd potentially won more allies to his side.

*****

A shack on the outskirts of Hammerfall was set aside for Shining Armor and Marathyssa, who was placed under house arrest by the chief. On occasion, guards would check in to make sure they were fed or didn't attempt an escape, but otherwise, they were left alone for hours. The pair in question retired to the bedroom after breakfast since their overseers had left them an hour ago.

The protoquen remained shaped like a crystal mare maid and curtsied to the stallion, who sat on the bed and obsessively stroked the new replacement leg the blacksmith crafted. “This one's wounds have fully healed.” She tried not to remember Fiery's brutal beatdown.

“You sure? It's only been a few days-”

“A protoquen heals much faster than usual, remember?” She smiled warmly at him. “Since this one's body, like all my protoquen sisters, was designed to potentially consume the royal jelly and become a full-fledged changeling queen that could constantly birth an entire hive. The trouble has always been how to feed our rapid explosion of numbers. Love requires a certain delicate touch-”

“-while lust is much easier. No wonder a vain narcissist like Chrysalis took shortcuts.” Much like he had, he realized.

Her face fell. “Exactly. No matter her terrible deeds, this one can't help but pity Chrysalis.” She took tentative steps towards him until she stood before the bedside and curtsied. “Let this one help you.”

He furrowed his brow. “Help me? How? You've done so much for me already, sweetheart. Far more than I—”

“-deserve? This one believes you're a noble-hearted stallion trapped in the unfortunate actions of his past.”

He lowered his head and exhaled. “No, I'm not. The terrible, unforgivable things I've done-” She interrupted him with a kiss, her flesh pressed to him, barely contained by the two-piece maid costume. He surrendered to her touch, her mostly exposed breasts pushed into his chiseled chest, layered by a thin shirt.

Marathyssa withdrew from his lips, their mouths connected by strings of saliva. “You believe yourself bad? Then this one has faith you can become the hero you always wanted to be. And this one will do whatever she can to help with that.” She reached behind her and undid her top.

First, she bared her perfect, crystalline breasts to him. Then she undid her skirt and stepped out of her panties. She didn't look too dissimilar to the twins that once served his wife, but with a different color scheme that matched her true form, luminescent moth shape, and a dense mane that fell like a waterfall behind her.

Shining swallowed harder. “I...I don't deserve...your kindness...” His words trailed off when she gently lifted his palms to cup her breasts, at which he started to draw lazy circles around her wide areola. Her cunt moistened and winked at him, his shaft hard in his pants, which she drew down.

He helped the protoquen pull off his shirt, both fully nude, aside from the heels, stockings, maid headdress, and choker she wore. Her fingers interlinked with his own as she sat on his warm lap. “This one can do all the work, should you wish it?” Tenderly, she directed his black flare to her tender pussy while it winked.

Inch-by-inch, she fed his horsecock into her and moaned low until he'd impaled her entirely. Gradually, she started to ride him; his palms encircled her lower back, hips, and ass. They traded messy but romantic kisses all the while when she rode him.

“You know...huff...one reason why this one healed so fast?” He shook his head. “Because this one...mmm...fed on your love. Protoquens are empaths. We can sense one's fantasies....” To demonstrate, she allowed instinct to take over, and her crystal body morphed in a brilliant flash.

She became what his subconscious currently desired. At first, the Elements of Harmony he once lusted after but was forbidden to touch. One by one, their familiar faces appeared before him while he bucked his hips back, simply to end on the one closest to him. His lost sister.

He wheezed small tears in his eyes. “Tw-Twily...” He seized harder into her purple hips and ass, his lover still skewered on his black cock when he practically threw her onto the bed and started to pound her missionary-style harder. Another moan met him, her limbs wrapped around the stud that let loose.

“Shiny~!” She came for the first time today, a deluge that ruined the sheets. Grunting, he closely followed her, sheathed himself in the womb of his 'sister,' and fired off his pent-up payload.

Shot after shot impacted her slimy uterine walls. Her belly swelled a little, she clenched her nails into the sheets at her sides, and 'Twilight Sparkle' turned her head aside to bite into a fluffy pillow.

“F-fuck...yeah…” By the time he finished and popped from her cunt, it oozed cum between her asscrack and coated her puckered asshole where it settled, mixed with her own pool of liquid lust.

Dutifully, Marathyssa crawled to him and started to clean his cock, which she took into her maw. Almost instantly, he hardened anew and blushed with a chuckle. “Looks like I still have a little of a hyper-stallion's needs, even since I took that experimental potion. Can we-?”

“As many times as you like. This one loves you,” she reassured him, her face still that of his sister's. Another flash and his wife appeared before him, all voluptuous pink curves fully displayed.

“C-Cadance...” He sniffled, another of his closest companions he'd failed.

“Shiny,” she purred in the voice of his dead wife, on her side while she lifted one of her legs and allowed him to penetrate her once more. Gradually, he started to pound her pussy raw anew.

Marathyssa allowed him to live out his fantasies. Another chance to make love to his wife. Her breasts and butt clapped each time he skewered her, and his nostrils flared when he took her harder, faster!

“L-love me, Shiny! Make me your mare, like the noble stud you are!” She craned her neck to kiss him, simply to surrender to her instincts and transform in a flash into her true changeling form. “Wh-what? This one wants to fulfill your every fantasy, so why have you-”

Shining Armor shook his head, his eyes locked with hers when he made love to her. “Fantasies are nice,” he wheezed. “But after what you've done for me, I don't want a dream. I want you, my love.”

Marathyssa's face burned, the moth-like protoquen awash in her natural luminescence whenever she savored his love for her, fed on it while they continued to please each other. She came on him again, and soaked in her desire, he exploded into her warm, wet core, womb quickly filled to the brim.

He pulled out and spilled the last few ropes across her face, breasts, and tummy. The hyper-stallion huffed, unconcerned with his seed all over her when he cuddled his lover close.

She smiled and met his eyes shyly. “No one has ever accepted this one like this before.” She cooed and nuzzled his neck as his hand slid over her voluminous, pliable butt, another kiss traded. Glowing brighter by the moment, literally due to her moth-like nature, she radiated with the intimacy shared between them, her heart aflutter when she rubbed his chiseled chest back as he cuddled her.

Shining murmured. “I think it’s time people should…you're wonderful…”

Tenderly, he stroked her mane and derriere, contented. He couldn't take back what he'd done. He ruined his relationship with his estranged son and the cadet that once saw him as her second father.

But there was still time to make a difference. To protect Marathyssa with all his heart and soul. He took a silent oath.

*****

Since Fiery Kickstart remained under intense scrutiny all the time, Moon Hammer was fearful the supreme commander would make a play to capture the protoquen and execute his former brother-in-arms; the chain of command weakened because Fiery often found himself distracted. Thus, many of his troops split off to act independently, including a camp outside Hammerfall. Tucked away in the trees a mile away, a campfire burned once darkness crept in.

Rowdy shouts resounded, and several dozen stallion soldiers gathered around the fire, which crackled and cast them in its glow. Without the oversight of Fiery or his wives, they could indulge in what he'd banned for at least a few hours before they were missed and needed to hurry back. Pots and pans rattled, emptied bottles strewn about the many men that drank themselves stupid.

“Good shit,” exhaled one grunt, his face afire after he hiccuped and downed the rest of his spicy drink. His eyes drifted to the standard issue cards passed out, covered in nude pin-ups. The soldier beside him snatched the nudie card of Fluttershy in his hand and tossed it into the flames, which hissed and crackled. He shot to his feet and drunkenly swayed. “Hey, what the hell-”

“You won't need those soon, believe me! Our captain paid a premium for tonight's service!” True to his word, a few caravans started to pull in, the riders in hoods and cloaks upon their approach. Some men reached for their weapons in alarm, but he raised his hand to stay them.

“Heeeeey,” came the lazy voice of a woman as the mystery mare strode closer, a swivel in hips below the cloak.

“Hey yourself,” said the captain with a wide leer. “Ready to start the show?”

“Totally,” she drawled, her crooked smirk visible under her hood, which she cast back to reveal thick dreadlocks suspended to frame her green skin and fur. Tree Hugger called, “You heard the man. Girls, like, let's put on a performance these studs never forget!”

From the caravans spilled out more mares in a series of drawn-out giggles, their hoods and cloaks cast off alongside Hugs to reveal all manner of the sluttiest lingerie imaginable. Prostitution had been banned since the previous war, and the supreme commander cracked down on such attempts even harder because troupes of mares like these lived outside society's laws to flaunt their freedom. Immediately, the well-paid prostitutes descended on all the stallions to cheers.

Pretty soon, the mares were draped over them, the occasional boob pulled from their bodices and bras to fondle, their buttocks slapped or groped whenever the grunts drank. A few of the whores played instruments, the air filled with song and jubilation after they settled into the rowdy camp and let the stallions molest them.

Within minutes, some of them started to fuck in the open, at least two mares available to each stallion. The band of sex workers needed to look after each other lest they end up captured by Fiery.

The captain had emptied his coffers to make this a reality. He knew his men needed to properly blow off some steam after the last battle...especially since this chance might not come again, and many of their comrades had been lost. Hugs put on a striptease for him while he sat on a log, articles of clothing tossed aside piece-by-piece until she was entirely bared. She crawled to him on all fours with a lopsided leer, and titties swayed below.

“Good girl,” he said with a whistle, his thighs parted once she dragged out his horsecock, and intentionally let it fall with a slap across her face, her half-lidded eyes and features smeared in precum as she rubbed her face all over his dick. Then, she widened her lips and took him into her mouth. He hissed and pulled on her hair once she started to bob her head up and down with lewd, loud slurps.

Saucy suckles sounded while she sucked him off and reached back to play with her cunny. “This is nice and all,” he wheezed between his teeth. “But I didn't pay all this for a mundane show. Get me, baby?”

She popped off his cock and continued to rub it across her slimy cheek. “Chillax, bro. This is, like, just the warm-up. But since you're eager to take this to the next level...” She whistled to more of her whores, and a few more exited from the caravan at the back, a leash in one's hand once they strode closer to them.

His flare spat more pre across her features while she rubbed his dick all across her face. “W-Whoa! Is that-?”

“Yep. A real live donkey. Just like you paid for.” She winked a slime-soaked eyelid. He'd believed they were all extinct since the first war, but the beast brayed when it was led over by the whores.

“Get to it then,” he all but commanded, his head resting atop her skull once he forced her head back onto his horsecock, which she dutifully took down her throat to the hilt with a muted choke. She leaned forward on all fours, her pert ass raised and positioned at the donkey.

The prostitutes helped the feral animal mount her like a bitch; the donkey's hips shifted against her wide ass before it drove its turgid dick into her pussy. It started to fuck her relentlessly, driven by instinct to simply spill its seed in her womb, while the captain drove her head up and down his dick. Green buttcheeks clapped under each bestial slam, her face pushed harder into his warm crotch.

Within a couple minutes, with a louder bray, the donkey dumped its load in her and immediately yanked free, her spread twat left to drool the mixture of releases from the pair. So aroused by what he'd witnessed, he blew his own load on the spot until thick cum ran from her nostrils.

After he released his hold, Hugs withdrew and proudly showed off her mouthful of spunk, which she rolled and swished about her mouth. “Round one done,” she slurred between the portion she continued to play with as one prostitute watered the donkey with a drink laced with a powerful aphrodisiac. Within seconds, it was rock hard again, determined to mount her anew. This time, as he mounted the hippie, the handlers directed his cock to her puckered anus.

By this point, she'd swished and chewed on his seed so much it was sludge and kept her mouth open so he could watch once she swallowed it. “Cum all over my face this time, babe,” she purred as she stroked and fondled his balls and the base of his shaft while she lapped her mouth's soft muscle around his wobbly tool. She peppered it in kisses and licks and worshiped it with abandon.

All the while, she moaned on the shaft she serviced while the donkey fucked her ass. Around the camp, one of his men pushed an empty bottle into a harlot's slick cunt with a pop. Another whore poured a drink over her titties, shook them, and let the stallion lick them clean.

Within a couple minutes, the donkey came deep inside Tree's asshole, and the captain shot ropes of cum all across her face. By this point, he was mostly spent, vision blurred, and from his side eye, watched his men sate their basest urges on whores about the campgrounds. He'd make this up to the supreme commander eventually. Really. But his men needed this release after all the hell they'd seen.

The beast exited Hug's stretched rectum, and she turned to suck the last dregs of cum out of his donkey dick, which she bobbed her head balls deep to clean off. She winked to the handlers, who nodded.

The captain leaned back, delirious and drunk on satisfied pleasure. "That was-"

He barely felt the clean sweep of a sacrificial blade across his throat. The hippie shushed him as he choked on blood, and her band of whores simultaneously drew their hidden knives.

Some stallions were still in the throes of passion when their throats were opened. By the time anyone not butchered realized what was amiss, most were too clumsily drunk or spent after spilling their seed many times to mount a proper defense and were cut down by multiple knives that descended.

A short time later, every last soldier there was slaughtered. Tree Hugger and her whores cried out like wild banshees as they scooped up handfuls of blood and rubbed the splatter into their breasts. Like many others, she'd been swept into this world from Beatrix's perspective.

Someone like Trixie was too well-known to pull this off. No, they needed a mare like her to carry out this mission for the Cult of the Nemesis because the prostitute troupe had fallen before the cultists weeks before, their wombs implanted with twisted eldritch larvae to make them into their submissive slaves.

“Hide the bodies,” she ordered her whores. “They, like, totally deserve it, really.” She knew those closest to Fiery knew a secret he had kept. Where mares that disobeyed the stallions often ended up.

It's where the prostitutes would have been imprisoned had they not encountered the cult first. A hidden prison fortress, which proved that Fiery and Chrysalis ultimately weren't so different.

When a search party headed by Fiery Kickstart went out the next day, all evidence of what went down had apparently been removed. Over the hours, he and his troopers culled the nearest forest but dared not head out too deep, aware the swarm and the cult were still out there and far outnumbered them.

Eventually, he stumbled on a half-scorched playing card that depicted a nude Fluttershy. “A clue?”

A powerful wizard could be used to track whoever held it last. But there weren't any on the level at Hammerfall or within his ranks, and he doubted Beatrix and co would want to work with him anyway, were they here.

“For all I know, the lost platoon are deserters. But I can't take chances.” He paused momentarily and swore someone watched him from the thickets but shook that aside as more paranoia.

Grunting, he ordered his men to return home, his bent wing still wrapped in a sling, uncertain whether it would ever correctly heal. He could ask Moon Hammer to build him a prosthetic replacement, but no, screw that option.

The minotaur had his chance to ally with them. Once their truce was called off and his army could properly march, he'd leave the bulls and cows to their fate.