“I know you’re there, Middy,” said Moonlight River, still seated at the infirmary beside, her head turned towards the entrance. “No need to skulk in the shadows. Your sister needs you. And… maybe I do, too.”

As much as the ex-cadet wanted to make for Hammerfall and see Moon Hammer, she found herself unable to leave the comatose mare’s side.

The aforementioned pegasus knight stepped forward, his face a guilt-laden grimace when he saw Lightning Spark wrapped up in freshly replaced bandages. The pendant lay around her neck atop her hospital gown. He sat beside his childhood friend, declaring in a quiet tone, “I heard what happened. Equinox… When I find her, I’m gonna make her pay for all she’s done to us!”

“No,” Moonlight said with a shake of her head. “This was my mistake. I let a petty vendetta get in the way of… what really matters.” She sniffled and held Lightning Spark's hand. “I wanted to pretend what you've done didn't hurt me and Cerise, but I've stewed on it too much already. So now, I… want to put that bitterness and resentment aside for her sake.”

“Who? My sister or wife-”

“Both. Family should come above all else.” Moonlight pulled him closer and rested her head on his shoulder with a choked sob. “Middy… we're really fucked up, huh?”

“Yeah,” Midnight softly admitted, brushing his fingers through her mane.

“I can’t go back to being a part of your herd, not like this. I need some time to find myself and try some new things. But… maybe once we rescue Cerise...”

“I understand,” the blue stallion managed to form a smile, his massive plume squeezing her back. “The Necronomicon's destruction has left me with a second shot at life, and I'm not about to waste it! I swear it!” He thumped his heart.

She met his emerald eyes. “So no more hate?”

“...no more hate,” he reassured her and cast his smile to Deinos across the room. He couldn't exactly turn off what he felt, but he'd seen the changeling scientist protect his twin sister. “Lightning Spark?” He took her other free hand. “You need to wake up, for all of us! We love you, sis!”

He drifted an eye to the golden wedding ring that once more properly fit him. “Cerise...” Perhaps he could even find it in his heart to let his resentment for his 'father' finally die.

The soft sounds of rollerskates signaled Eclipsed Heart's approach since she'd come to visit her bandmates. “Hello,” she whispered. “I-I don't want to interrupt you two-”

“Nah.” Moonlight shook her head and smiled. “Honestly? It's nice to see a familiar face.”

“Yeah. Poor Cerise...” The pop star's face fell, her hands cupped before her. Then she looked into their eyes and announced with renewed determination. “I've decided to stay in this world and help you save the princess! My bandmates have offered to back me up, too! Of course, Kitsune's in no condition right now, but that won’t slow me down!”

“We'd appreciate it,” said Moonlight before briefly narrowing her gaze at the big winged pegasus. “You better keep your paws off her, Middy!”

“I-I will! I’ve put that part of myself behind me,” he swore with another thump of his chest as he and Eclipsed shifted awkwardly. “Sorry about what happened before! I couldn't help but be reminded of my wife! But you’re obviously your own person!”

Eclipsed nodded, a gracious smile on her snout. “We do share a lot of similarities. But she lived a lonely life in a palace, while I don't really have much of a past,” she lamented. “Actually, I've probably only been around a little over a year since Beatrix's Prima Materia helped 'birth' me into existence. At least that's one more thing I have in common with Wispy and Kitsune! Their memories were stolen by a syndicate.”

“Then we'll help you build some nice new memories,” assured Moonlight.

Midnight pumped a fist. “Yeah! Operation Rescue Princess Cerise will soon be underway! Oh, but it's not that simple.” His wide plume fell. “We'll have to cross all kinds of dangerous territory filled with changelings, cultists, and Fiery's men. Not sure how long that truce will hold. It's already shaky!”

Moonlight shrugged. “Eh. We’ll worry about that later! At least we can rest, resupply, and blow off some steam in Hammerfall!” The three of them bumped fists over the patient, more determined than ever to help out.

“In that case, why don't you two head into Hammerfall?” offered Eclipsed Heart. “I'll look after her.”

“But I...sure,” relented Moonlight with a forced grin, aware she couldn't afford to wallow in guilt. “Come on, Middy, let's see what this pub that's apparently all the talk around here is about?”

He returned a sheepish blush when she pulled him by the wrist. “The pub? B-But I thought—”

“Look, without Cerise around, I'd be the ‘girl boss’ of the group, alright? Besides, this is half a punishment, really! You’ll need to keep building up that resistance to lustful influence, like how Moxxi helped you burn out those hyper-stallion instincts. So look all you want, Midnight. But you can’t touch~!” She winked with an evil snicker.

His expression soured, but nonetheless, he hung his head. “Yeah, that’s fair...”

With a final return wave to Eclipsed Heart, the duo hurried out of the ship and into the town, which continued to expand from constant construction.

On the way there, some of the minotaurs shot Midnight dirty looks, well-informed of his reckless actions to the point some of them held him accountable for Cerise's failure to maintain the crystalline wall around Hammerfall. Thus the deaths and abductions of many of their people.

Midnight forced a pained smile back and kept his head low, reminded of how he was more alike to Shining Armor than he cared to admit. But this was his chance to start anew and perhaps make amends for his many mistakes.

He heard the former Supreme Commander was kept under house arrest somewhere and wanted nothing more than to storm in and confront him. But the pegasus knight had vowed to let his bitterness die away. Plus, he doubted Shining Armor could offer him the sort of resolution he wanted, either.

Perhaps, at some point, Midnight would get a chance to speak with the protoquen, Marathyssa. Unaware he'd already briefly spotted her under the shape of a common crystal maid mare.

*****

The evening arrived in Hammerfall, and the pub roared to life. The new arrivals were told by the waitresses that they could help raise money to refurbish the town, which continued to expand under constant construction. Strawberry and Blue Moon then asked in unison, “Would anyone like to volunteer~?”
“As a hooker in a titty bar? I dunno about that,” Beatrix declared pensively. “I mean, I'm a tad curious, but I rather not be the latest wankfest for Fiery and his band of incels! Plus, I want to set a better example for little Abby once she's delivered!”

“Haime? Bit late for that,” teased Wispy, who'd left her sister in Kyube's and Chisana's care. “You’re practically ready to pole dance in that get-up! No sensible mother would walk with their child dressed like Houdini’s private act~!”

The witch pouted. “B-But I… suppose that’s true…”

“Besides! I doubt we'll see those punks anymore after we leave this place! It’ll be the perfect time to tease 'em!”

“Well...they could use the money,” decided Beatrix. “Oh yeah! That reminds me, Arcanum. Moon Hammer claims your old friend is there.”

The warlock snorted. “I highly doubt it, but why not? Could use me a drink anyway. Shame that there’s no real alcohol allowed inside, but I won’t deny holstaur milk is pretty nice.”

Beatrix tittered before swaying over to Dion, bending forward to tease him with a swivel of her half-bared breasts, which threatened to topple from her leotard. “You're coming too, aren’t cha, big guy~?”

The burly ram chuckled. “A pub full ov saucy sows an' tits fur days? A'd be stupid not tae tag along!” He rose from his seat, which put Beatrix’s face purposefully close to his wooly crotch. “Not tae mention it gives us time tae do sum ‘catchin’ up’~!”

Beatrix beamed at him and wagged her finger. “Ah ah ah~! I promised you a special performance after your coronation as chieftain. And until I see the mantle, you’ll have to make do with ogling me for now~.”

“Hai,” chimed in Wispy with a naughty grin. “It’d take an army to keep him at bay. And even then, he’ll fight them all if it means getting to clap them cheeks~!” She then gave the bent-over mare a thawk across her violet backside, making her yelp.

Dion let out a hardy laugh. “A’m a simple man. Ah see sum'thin' Ah want; Ah take it!”

“We're in, of course,” said the other pair of crystal mares known as the Manor Twins. The half-succubi were already naked, with a perception filter enchantment cast over them to hide their delicacies from children in town. Whenever the quadruplets were in close proximity, their cutie marks, which were a pair of intertwined female symbols, resonated. Thus, their psychic bond and pleasure sensation multiplied.

“Well, then what are we waiting for? The end of the world is at hand, and I ain’t dying without getting laid,” said Wispy with a wink. “Baaibaai~!” She waved to the chief and skipped ahead.

“Have fun! I have to take care of my calves,” said Moon Hammer with a prideful smile. “I've prepared rooms for everyone once you're ready to come home, so take in the town!”

Onward, the party went into the more adult district, where a newly constructed statue stood of a voluptuous holstaur, the nude fertility symbol left to tower over the area. Her bulbous udders spurted a continual stream of sweet milk into the spacious fountain below, where it was continuously recycled.

A preview of what awaited, the pub in the distance now adorned by a pair of heavy udders built to welcome the patrons inside. Wispy took the lead and pushed open saloon-style double doors. She cat-called, “Wooo, yeah! Get those mommy milkers out, ladies! 'Cause this itty-bitty kitty needs her tiddy cream~!”

“You could at least try to have some class,” grunted Arcanum as his shadowed eyes scanned the interior.

“Kehhei! Take the stick out of your ass and get a sense of humor,” teased Wispy, who pushed her way inside to see the almost naked cow waitresses. Fortunately, the bouncers were informed of their possible arrival and broke apart to let them in. “Damn! A shame Moxxi isn’t here to see this!”

“Yeah, I bet she’d love it here,” whispered Beatrix with a hint of melancholy. “I hope she and Bellatrix are doing alright. Oona, too, of course. And poor Zell, ever since losing Shadow Scythe… Makes me wonder if they can take Mortis on their own...!”

Dion rubbed her shoulder and assured, “Oi. For all we know, they pulled a massive victory and are heading their way here right now.”

The witch gave a saddened smile. “Yeah… gotta keep on the positives, right?”

“Okay, ladies,” called Blue Moon. “Time to slip into character… and into more comfortable clothes~!”

The twins removed their cow-print bikinis and slipped into the thongs that barely covered the crotches all the cow waitresses wore, their puffy cameltoes prominent once the slim costumes were pulled into place.

Beatrix blushed and swiveled a heeled boot. “C-can I keep my hat and boots on, at least?”

Strawberry Moon tittered. “Sure, busty babe! It'll be even kinkier that way!”

With a hand wave, Beatrix banished her leotard, and her bubbly breasts bounced into the open while Wispy squirmed out of her dress and underwear the old-fashioned way to a series of whistles and leers from the onlookers.

They also downed a couple of potions Beatrix prepared for such an occasion. The first drink caused Beatrix's and Wispy's already sizable busts to temporarily expand to better match all the bare bovine udders on display. The second drink made their erect nipples twitch and leak dribbles of sweet milk.

“W-whoooa,” the nekomata mewled with a shudder, squeezing her altered tits as more creamy fluid dribbled out. “N-not sure how I feel about this!”

“It’s just to appease the guests,” reassured the witch, who couldn’t help but coo from how heavy and full her massive mammaries were. Almost like how they were before losing her immortality and enhanced magic!

“This is gettin' better by th' minute,” snickered Dion with a nod and appreciative leer.

“Bah! Knock yourselves out,” muttered Arcanum, who instead plopped down on a stool at the bar where the minotaur bartender idly cleaned a cup. His eyes scanned the menu. “Now, what flavor to try first?”

“I suggest a spot of cinnamon for starters,” came a mare's voice at his side. “Really gets ya giddy for the next drink.”

The ereen stallion almost dropped his glass from the familiar tone of that voice. He spun around and saw a duo of spotted topless holstaurs that flanked either side of a brick-red earth pony mare, who approached him with a sweep back of her blonde mane. That signature cocky smirk on her snout. “Ello, Archy. Been some time, ain’t it?”

“Bl-Bloody Merry?!” Arcanum proceeded to smack his face awake. “No… no,nononono! This has to be another trick. Yeah! From the… th-the…” The Necronomicon may have been destroyed, but that didn't mean this couldn't be an illusion. A shape-shifter, android, a clone, or..."

Her warm, soft but firm hand brushed atop his when she chuckled. “Quit getting your bloody knickers in a twist over it, mate! It’s me. It's really me.”

His eyes stared into hers in disbelief. Every bone in his body told him this couldn’t be the truth. Yet the pain in his heart tightened when he awkwardly whispered, “…promise?”

Merry beamed at him. “Promise. I don’t really understand it meself! You know that mystical portal you constructed in Moon Hammer's home?”

Arcanum’s eyes went wider. “No..!”

“Yep! Poofed back into existence in nothing but me birthday suit.” Her blush brightened when he caressed her warm cheek.

“I don’t believe it…! Merry, you're… you’re alive!” His voice was muted, unable to hold back anymore as his eyes moistened. She was suddenly in his arms while the old compatriots embraced. Softly, he admitted, “I missed you..!”

“I-I missed you, too!”

She sat her butt on a stool next to him and gestured to the two milk waitresses. “This is Creamy and Milky. They've helped me settle here! Just like the chief, the bartender, and the twins!”

“Nice to meet you, honey,” said Creamy with a bow. “Just ask, and we'll take care of you!” She and her fellow voluptuous spotted bovine waitress rested their heavy, milky udders that dripped atop their trays to deliver them.

Merry tilted her head with a wide smile and sheepishly asked, “Care for a glass of milk~? My treat!”

“Maybe later. But pour me a drink,” requested the erenn warlock. With that, Milky and Creamy pulled at the rings that adorned their wide nipple tips, dollops of milkiness spewed into the steamy coffee Merry had prepared. A moo escaped the pair of bovine waitresses as they milked themselves.

Wherever he turned, waitresses tended to the minotaurs and stallions, Beatrix and Wispy also in the thick of the packed pub with the quadruplets. The four half-crystal mares in question offered their bunched-up pastel pink titties to Dion, who paid handsomely to drink directly from the sweet source.

The two sets of twins removed their thongs and straddled his muscled thighs, where wet schlicks sounded when they rubbed their moist, puffy pussies to leave a slick trail down his skin and fur. The warrior caprine curled his brow. “Erm, not to ruin the mood, but… is this really allowed, lasses? With the dress code and all...?”

“We're friends with the bartender, and he's okay with it,” assured Blue Moon with a wink returned by the bartender.

“Not only that, you’re free to get a little handsy, too~!” added Strawberry, who bounced her bubble buns on him and guided his rough hands to grope and fondle her plush, coral pink buttcheeks.

“I think our master requires a little more direct stimulation,” purred Foal-Bearer.

Wet Nurse shared a look with her. “You know what I have in mind?”

They shared a nod, and the duo of half-succubi slipped their tails into his pants, where they started to give him a double tail job. Meanwhile, he molested and drank deep from the female foursome, rewarded by lewd moans.

The quadruplet's cutie marks hummed and shined even more while the muscled ram suckled lustily, the ram incredibly worked up after the last battle. The four females squealed in unison and messily came, their runny squirts left to run down their thick inner thighs while he slurped down their milk.

Titties and ass jiggled and undulated everywhere one turned, the sway and bounce of udders when the milkmaid waitresses bent over and carried drinks in sway of expansive hips. Beatrix and Wispy were especially popular with the patrons, who proved eager to sample their pseudo milky treats.

With a shake of his head, after Arcanum downed his coffee he and Merry slipped out the back. “Be back in an hour,” she called to the bartender, who smirked back and slowly nodded.

They arrived in an alley by the dumpster, where she looked around to make certain they were alone. “Sorry, we can't smoke inside. Want one?” He nodded and used a flame spell to light the cigarette she offered him.

Arcanum took a long drag before she gently reclaimed it and smoked it, too, before she passed it back. He could taste her lipstick on it, the night air quiet saves for the chirp of insects, while the moonlight fell on the pair and cast shadows on the alley from dim light.

“Just like old times,” he said. “We'd always have a smoke or two before we headed into our next battle. I often remember the last one we shared.”

Merry nodded and solemnly murmured, “Only wish you’d arrived sooner, mate. I...did something I'm not proud of. But that's what spies always do: to win a war. Not like I can take it back.”

“You don't need to tell me,” he reassured her.

“People say it would make it easier to open up, but… never mind.” With a flick of the ashes, she tossed the finished cigarette aside. “Not exactly the most romantic setting, and we don't have time to head home since I have to be back by hour's end. Follow me?” She headed back inside with a tail sweep.

With a shrug, Arcanum complied, silently taking in how her hips and buttocks swayed more than usual in her pants. Her blonde tail, too, was hiked and brushed across his nose, where he could smell the sweet scent of her marehood, wracked by estrus. No doubt she wanted a little 'help' with that.

Despite the unspoken attraction between them, they'd never made love and always kept it professional. Close friends and companions on the bloodiest battlefields, but no more.

She led him into a private restroom reserved for the waitresses...and paused when she saw Creamy and Milky were already at work, where they were taken by a few lucky studs they invited in. Some crude talk met their ears from the stallions that included “Bovine bitches, cow cunts,” and laughter while the spotted milkmaids took dick after dick in every hole and were soaked in innumerable cumshots.

“Let it all out, boys,” Cream huskily murmured, who jacked a pair of dicks presented to both sides of her while she rode a pair shoved into her cum drenched, spotted body. Like all the holstaurs, they were thick and very tall.

A similarly stained, sleepy-eyed Milky added, “Just remember, we work by the hour! Mmph~,” she moaned around another fat horsecock shoved past her plump lips to freshly swab her throat.

He mumbled, “What the bloody hell is going on—”

“They're spies,” she whispered in his ear. “The chief uses them to help track Fiery's movements. But don't worry about that now.” She pulled him into a free stall where a toilet sat. Her brick-red fur around her cheeks reddened more as she turned aside. “I, um, this embarrasses me to ask, but-”

“You know we can always be honest,” he assured her.

“Yeah. That's why it has to be you.” She started to unbutton her top and first half-exposed her heavy breasts. “Always dreamed we'd do this, but not in a place like this. My, er, estrus has mostly cooled off, but I could use a little more help before it drives me cunny bananas. You don't mind, do you love?”

“Course not.” He cupped her radiant red cheek. “But are you sure?”

“Sure as I'll ever be.” Coyly, she slid off her bra and bared her tits to him. While they could hear Creamy and Milky not far away take half a dozen dicks from the studs, their eyes were only for each other after she started to take off his shirt while he slid down her pants. Her panties soon followed, and his shaft was let loose, which he slid into her with a low hiss from her lips upon entry.

“No time for foreplay,” she'd told him. “Have to be back in less than fifteen.” Thankfully, estrus already left her permanently wet, even in its subdued state, after her forced tryst with Fiery.

The heat in her cunt cooled the moment he filled and spread her. The stall walls thumped when he thrust into her, and she rocked back until their snouts met. His palms cupped her wide, muscled buttocks to keep her aloft, the tender assflesh pinched and squeezed when her tits slapped into his bared chest.

“Harder~,” she urged him. “We need to finish this fast!” He bucked into her, felt her twat wink and drip over him each time he impaled her. His mouth closed around a titty and suckled at a nipple.

Fortunately, once time was nearly up, she'd come a few times, and he did too, with Merry's assurance that she'd taken one of Beatrix's contraceptive potions. He unloaded his seed into her, rewarded by her messy squirt that drenched his lap; another kiss traded between them amidst their climax as they savored the all too brief moment.

“Gotta head back to work, mate,” she lamented once their lips withdrew. “After me shift, come find me at the chiefs. There’s loads we need to talk about.”

“Aye,” he replied, her warm and wide buttocks still clasped in his palms. Gently, Arcanum let her down, and the pair of them swiftly redressed. She quickly lit another post-coitus cigarette the old friends shared before she threw the smoke butt in the toilet and sheepishly led him back into the pub.

At least this wasn't merely a silly indulgence, he decided, since a network of spies under Moon Hammer picked the brains of horny studs for info. Perhaps the others had been right in wanting to blow off their pent-up steam!

*****

“Good to know we didn't miss the party,” said Moonlight, who, with a nod from the bouncer, entered the pub with Midnight beside her. More dark looks from some of the minotaurs met the pegasus knight, but she brushed them aside, more concerned with Fiery's men, who openly leered at her when she arrived. “Oh, just great. Pretty sure some of these bozos recognize me!”
“H-Huh? Why?” Questioned Midnight.

“Never mind that! Just… go ahead and find a seat,” Moonlight urged, pushing their way inside past throngs of patrons. “But behave yourself, okay, Middy?”

“Yeah, I will.” Nonetheless, his emerald eyes widened at the holstaur barmaids, shaking their fat mammaries and asses around in intentional, amorous display.

“Hey,” called one of the troops at a table. “Moonmaid, isn't it?” He and his men snickered and undressed her with their eyes since rumors that the purplish-gray thestral wore a two-piece scanty maid costume still flourished.

“Moonlight,” she corrected and paused before the group of rambunctious men, a hand poised on her toned hip. “What the hell do you want? I'd prefer not to be kicked out during my first visit.”

“Nah, you’re nothing but trouble from what I’ve heard. But say, see them waitresses?” He jerked his head to his side at the half-nude, bountiful bovines.

The bat mare rolled her eyes. “...obviously. Your point is...?”

“Well, I hear they're always ready for more volunteers, and me and the boys think you'd make a nice addition...ex-cadet.” They snorted and chuckled while she quietly fumed with a twitch of her lip. “Oh, and before you turn us down flat, here.” He slammed a thick pouch of coins onto the table.

She swallowed hard. “... fucking tools, think I’ll degrade myself just because you throw bits at me,” she mumbled almost inaudibly.

The soldier shrugged. “Money’s money. And it's all yours… so long as you give us a proper show and work as one of the waitresses for a few hours.”

The idea stewed in her head. She knew Hammerfall badly needed more capital to help rebuild and expand. There was a little over a month's pay pooled between them, at least. All she had to do was humiliate herself a bit. Not like she hadn't already, with what she'd done to escape the Crystal Empire!

Moonlight looked to her fellow ex-cadet for his opinion. He shook his head while glaring at the other soldiers. “Don’t let them get to you, they’re not worth it! Just say the world, and I’ll wipe the smiles off their faces! Besides, I'm sure Layla must have a fortune back on-”

“No. I don't want to rely on her. Nor you. This is for my own pride. And the people here.” The bat mare shook her head and exhaled sharply before her eyes turned back to the boys. “Fine. But you better hold up your end of the deal!”

Moonlight River waved over a couple of minotaur bouncers to bear witness to their deal, and then she shook hands with the lead soldier, the terms restated. With the money secured, she slowly started to undo her casual clothes.

Whistles and catcalls met her bat ears, which twitched, unable to hide a dark blush across her face. First, she removed her top, her medium breasts bared since she hadn't bothered with a bra, her nipples already erect and perky from the eve's draft. Next came her boots and pants, kicked aside until she was down to her plain black silk panties. With a snort, she peeled down those, too, to more raunchy cheers.

Handing her clothes and undergarments to the bouncers, she reminded the boys, “Look all you want. But touch me, and I'll break your wrist.

“You ain’t worth keeping my dick warm, Moonmaid,” chortled the stallion as he and his boys fist-bumped at the end of her little strip show. “Now, how’s ‘bout you take our order? Maybe I’ll throw in a few more bits for a taste of your—”

“Don't push it,” she warned with narrowed eyes. Despite her discomfort, she took their orders and went to fetch them from the bartender, their lecherous gaze drawn to the swivel of her bare butt, bouncy boobs, and hips.

Midnight, too, couldn't help but stare and quietly lament what he'd thrown away. And for what? He'd never intended to hurt her or Cerise, but the damage was done. He couldn't imagine what his wife and Penumbra endured now, simply because he wasn't there for them. Because he'd let Autumn Equinox lead them astray. His eyes shot wide at an all too familiar naked, violet mare. “... what the—Beatrix?!”

“A-Ahh!? Oh, h-heeeeey there, Middy!” She blushed and bashfully smiled at him, adorned by her witch hat, heeled boots, a small patch over her slit...and nothing else. More curiously, she'd put her platinum mane up in pigtails and smeared her entire body in an oily sheen. “A-As you can plainly see, the town needs funds, so Wispy and I decided to volunteer! Shame we couldn't get more of the ladies to help out, but hey! I see Moonie's here!”

“Well, she didn't intend to. They mostly bullied her with tons of pay,” he informed with a sheepish chuckle.

“Yeah, the soldiers are real dicks. Plenty of them even snuck in a few stray squeezes and spanks! Eh-lets not do this here. Follow me!”

The witchy unicorn took the pegasus’ hand and led him out of the main room into the bartender's office, which was still under construction on a newly built second floor. Fortunately, it was safe to walk on, and in the sparse room, they could freely overlook the pub below from a window with complete privacy.

She sat him down in a chair at a desk in the dim, muted enclosure. “I've wanted a chance to chat in private for a while.”

His ears drooped, and he slumped. “Ohh… Guess it's your turn to berate me as well? Not like I don't deserve it-”

She pressed a finger to his lips. “Hush! I didn't drag you here to bust your balls. I'm sure you've had enough of that already. And heaven knows I've made some terrible mistakes! Like what happened to you, brother. It's my fault you became a hyper-stallion. Not to mention the sorry state of your world.”

While she talked, she mixed tea and a thermos of holstaur milk. She hummed all the while, and he couldn't help but be mesmerized by her bare, pendulous breasts, which swayed back and forth with her movements, and her titties drooped in front of his face. “W-well, you did throw away your immortality for me-”

“Not just for you,” she corrected. “I did it for Oona, Abadonna, myself! But… yeah, I've messed up really badly. What happened to Cerise...I can't bear to think what they’re doing to her. I shouldn't have let her come.” She sniffled, then shook mild tears aside.

Then, she spurred back to life. “But you’ve got a greater chance at making things right than I do. You're a knight, just like Shining Armor. But you'll be better than him, I know it! Knights are supposed to save princesses, after all~!”

“Yeah, that’s true,” Midnight agreed, his face hardening with determination.

“So I know we'll find Cerise, Penumbra, and then it'll all be okay!” With a wide smile, she kissed his cheek and handed him the thermos, her breasts absently brushed across his chest and arm. “Now, relax and drink up, okay?”

He tried not to stare at the seemingly oblivious, busty mare, who radiated body heat. “O-Okay. Thanks, Bea. Or do I still call you sis? I mean, we don't exactly have the same father, so—”

“I'm sure Thunder Storm was your real father...before I interfered with your life. It's like a bunch of possibilities from your life have been squashed together, much like this world is now a hodgepodge from other planets that converged across our scattered dimensions! Point is, I don't want to fight with anyone. Whatever mistakes I've made, I want to take responsibility and put all this bad stuff behind me.”

“Me too. But I have quite a ways to go before that,” he admitted and drank from the steamy tea-and-milk mixture, still unable to fully tear his eyes away from her oiled-up breasts, not that she apparently minded since they were practically shoved into his face while she worked and wobbled her bare bust.

Beatrix then giggled flirtatiously. “Y’know, if you really want to, Middy… you can drink from the source~.”

Midnight’s face reddened, and his breathing hitched. “B-But… are you sure? This would go against—”

“You’ve been gawking at my boobs for quite a while now,” she purred with a husky voice. “You might as well…”

The pegasus swallowed down his drink in an audible gulp, hesitantly lifting a hand before it lifted up one of her heavy tits. Even the slightest hold of the unicorn’s sensitive breasts brought a lewd sound out of her lips, which turned into heightened groans when Midnight slowly began massaging her hefty bosom, tit-flesh pinched and kneaded.

“Mmmnnh~ Yeah… come suckle me dry,” the horny unicorn encouraged, pressing one milky mound into his snout. With a muffled groan, the pegasus enveloped his mouth around her dark nipple, tugging and slurping down all the juicy milk leaking out.

Beatrix fully straddled her wide hips into his lap, grinding her aching, inflamed, all but bared marehood against the growing bulge of his trousers. When one tiddy felt drained, Midnight swapped breasts to siphon the other, one of his hands roaming down to squeeze and spank her shapely flank. He'd promised Moonie not to touch the waitresses…but surely Beatrix didn't really count; after all they'd overcome?

The filthy witch leaned her face beside his, panting and moaning hotly into his ear. “I have to confess, Middy. Before Cerise set her sights on you, I wanted to be the one to take your V card~.”

Midnight murmured against her tit flesh as she continued to hump and rile him up. “I also watched you plow Oona back on the ship, wishing it was me.” She giggled sexily. “Yeah… you’re not the only one who’s had wet dreams of us together. Not like we're really related. That's a byproduct of my wish~!”

After getting his fill of her breasts, Midnight pulled up to look longingly—hungrily at Beatrix, who returned the gaze with sinful delight. Not a second later, their snout crashed in a heated kiss, his tongue pushing her mouth into submission. Pulling back with a thread of drool, the pegasus mustered some of that hyper-stallion instinct and growled, “Let’s finally make that dream a reality then, shall we?”

The witch quivered with delight and slid her body down his, leaking a trail of milk until she was between her friend’s spread thighs. Midnight slightly lifted his hips to help her unbuckle his pants and bring them to his ankles, his meaty horsecock nearly erect and rigid with veins. She clicked her fingers, and the patch over her pussy dematerialized.

Beatrix started with wet, sloppy kisses and long licks along the shaft, allowing his musk to dominate her senses and shut down the rational side of her brain. Leaving only room for her inner whore to manifest as she worshiped her best friend’s husband’s cock with her mouth.

She told herself Cerise would understand. That someone needed to tend to his needs, now that Moonie wouldn't put out for the poor hyper-stud!

Midnight groaned, staring down with hazy green eyes, watching the busty unicorn mare lap her way to the tip and take in the first few inches. Her tongue wriggles over his flare, drowning her taste buds with his salty pre. But a healthy specimen like this deserves only the best! So she scooped her oiled-up titties and wrapped them around the stallion’s turgid tool, her half-lidded violet eyes pinned to meet his stare.

It took every muscle in Midnight’s body not to immediately thrust and make a mess in Beatrix’s skillful mouth, letting the witch do all the work in unburdening his stress with her maw and cleavage. The violet mare enthusiastically bobbed her along his thick cock, while her shiny breasts stroked and squished whatever she couldn’t fit inside. She made sure to slurp loudly, maintaining eye contact while she relentlessly worked him over.

“Hnngh! Damn, you’re a real addict for cock, huh?” Midnight growled playfully as she loudly sucked him off. “Couldn’t even wait a couple of minutes before swindling me away to get your fix. Are you that desperate for attention, Bea?”

The oddly demeaning language only served to arouse Beatrix more, managing to nod her head while keeping pace with her titfuck/dicksuck combo, nipples staining his thighs in milk as she drank down thick precum.

The blue stallion snorted. “It’s okay, Bea. We both know this is the only thing you’re good for. Your real calling in life. Well, outside of being a major fuckup. And since you royally fucked my life, it’s only fair I fuck yours too, right bitch?”

Before she could register what he was saying, Midnight grabbed her by the horn, forcing her back when he stood up and proceeded to brutalize her throat with harsh thrusts of his hips.

“Mnnaghk!? Glawck! Gluck!!”

“Nnngh! That’s it! Suck my cock! Choke on it, you filthy bitch!” His hips pistoned fiercely, leathery breeding bag swinging into her outstretched jaw wildly while Beatrix could only gurgle and sputter around the horsecock swabbing her esophagus. Tears leaked down her puffed cheeks, saliva dribbling down to splatter her wobbly milky tits. She tried to slow him down by pushing his hips, unable to breathe as he flared in her throat and threatened to pop it open…

Yet the thrill of getting skullfucked by her angry best friend ignited an insatiable flame in Beatrix’s loins, which leaked a puddle of feminine lubricant.

“Gheesh! You’re actually getting off to this, aren’t you, slut?” Midnight sneered with disgust. “Getting treated like a brainless cumdumpster. No, scratch that. Getting treated like you deserve.”

Finally, after minutes of non-stop face pounding, the blue pegasus pulled his wet schlong out of her thoroughly abused snout. Beatrix coughed and gulped air once Midnight yanked her up to her heeled boots. He smacked her milky mounds before gingerly laying a wide hand over her slim stomach.

“You couldn't care less about getting fucked in public, right? Here. Let’s show everyone how much of a cock obsessed bimbo you really are!” he muttered before shoving her up onto the window, her breasts pancaked against the glass. Her eyes widened at all the people below, indulged in debaucherous acts of their own.

The holstaurs had fully surrendered to the soldiers, letting them gangbang and fill their voluptuous bodies with cock.

Wispy and Moonlight were getting tag-teamed as well, making out with each other while their chosen respective stallions filled their holes up. “Yes~! Break me! Rape me with your cock,” screamed the former cadet. “I’m just a greedy bitch who needs to be put in her place! Make me a part of your herd~!”

“M-me too,” whined the twin-tailed tigress. “When you’re done fucking me, I’ll take you to see my bandmates! I'm sure they’d love getting dicked down hard by tons of rowdy studs like you~!”

“Agh! Just shut up and take my nut!” One soldier yelled in triumph.

“Yeah, get pregnant, bitch!!” The other moaned before they both reached their climax together and pumped the batmare and nekomata with stallion splooge; the pub turned into a messy den of depravity.

The witchy unicorn murmured in perplexion. “Wh-What..? No… this wasn’t supposed to—gaaahgh~!!”

Midnight took a couple of swings at her ass while batting his fat girthy breeding stick against her well-soaked entrance. “Sure it is,” he said coldly. “This is all a result of your constant meddling with my reality. And now you’re gonna pay me back like a proper prostitute!”

Without warning, Midnight shoved the entirety of his length inside the mare’s hot honey pot, forcing a shrill scream out of Beatrix from the brunt intrusion.

“Aaaaahahagh! M-Middy, wait! Stop, this isn’t—” The stallion behind her slammed her cheek against the glass, disregarding her protests in favor of taking his pent-up frustration out on her fuckhole, jackhammering it with wanton abandon. Cries of pleasure mixed with pain filled the room, her marehood tightening around the bludgeoning tool, reshaping her insides, much to her shame, as she came hard in a messy spray that rained across his stomach.

“Masochistic pig!” Spat Midnight, who bruised her supple ass cheek until it was bright red from his palm. With every thrust, he shoved her harder into the window, which began to crack from the excessive force he used to fuck her.

Her titties wetly slapped and smeared more milk across the surface. Through the mind-numbing trauma and ecstasy, Beatrix somewhat understood why this was happening. Instead of peering at the sexual depravity happening below, she focused on the glass itself, which reflected a haunting image. Defiling her from behind wasn’t Midnight Blitzer… but the Nightmare Stag himself. His gangly outstretched form towering over the broodmare he raped.

The witch released an orgasmic shrilly scream when her perpetrator pummeled into her, his flared tip kissing the back of her womb with how deeply he filled her. Her belly bulged with each impalement, threatening to burst through her guts, as another squirt splashed from her masochistic mare muff.

With a harrowing wail, ‘Midnight’ bottomed out and flooded her abused uterus with torrents of hot seed. He pushed her hard enough to finally break through the window, shattering the view below into something far more horrific.

Everyone, from the holstaurs to her friends and family, was dead. Their mangled corpses defiled by monstrous shapes and abstract horrors, which ate away at their flayed innards. The roof was obliterated, revealing a spiraling vortex of darkness and distortion, swallowing debris into a looming pitch black. Their screams of anguish were now looped in a dreadful ambiance.

“꒯ꄲ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꇙꏂꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂꂵ?” Omen’s voice slithered through her brain like a parasite, hand coiling her throat like a noose. “ꋬ꒒꒒ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꉣꏂꄲꉣ꒒ꏂ ꌦꄲ꒤’꒦ꏂ ꒒ꏂ꓄ ꒯ꄲꅐꋊ? ꋬ꒒꒒ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꂵꄲꋊꇙ꓄ꏂꋪꇙ ꌦꄲ꒤ ꉔꋪꏂꋬ꓄ꏂ꒯?”

“N-no…” Beatrix whimpered, some of the shrapnel stuck in her thighs, arms and chest, oozing out blood. So shaken from her unwanted orgasm, she could barely struggle in his grip. “I’ll… s-save them..! S-s-stop you..!”

The shadowy cervine gave a sinister chortle. “ꌦꄲ꒤ ꉔꄲ꒤꒒꒯ꋊ’꓄ ꏂ꒦ꏂꋊ ꇙꋬ꒦ꏂ ꓄ꁝꏂ ꄲꋊꏂꇙ ꓄ꁝꋬ꓄ ꂵꋬ꓄꓄ꏂꋪꏂ꒯..!” Five ghastly apparitions floated towards her, which the startled unicorn recognized as her dear mother, Trixie, Cerise, Penumbra, Shadow Scythe, and her love Oona.

Over and over, they called out her name, their expressions all but clear: they blamed her for their fates. She shriveled and sobbed as they got closer and closer, shouting louder and louder!

“Beatrix!”

“Beatrix!!”

“Beatrix!!”

“Beatrix?!”

The sound of Midnight’s voice broke the violet mare out of her trance, her violet eyes meeting concerned emerald orbs. The pegasus tilted his head. “Hey, are you okay, Bea? You’ve been staring all weirdly for quite a while now.”

The witch shook her head to clear out the daze. “… huh? Oh..! I-I was just—”

When did she space out? Apparently, not even her daydreams were safe from Omen.

“There you are!” Called another voice. Before Beatrix could turn around, two palms wrapped around her bare tits from behind and started to manipulate and squeeze them, her nipples pinched and pulled by deft fingers, which made milk dollops dribble from the perky slits.

“Wh-Whaaaah~! W-Wispy-! Oh~...” Beatrix moaned, shuddering under her famished touch and the tongue licking the shell of her inner ear with abandon.

“Not just me,” the nekomata purred with a nod over her shoulder. Behind her, Dion and the quadruplets wandered in. Like Wispy, their clothes were swiftly discarded for a bit more private fun. “Creamy and Milky have the bathroom tied up, so I asked the bartender's permission to take a little break here!”

Midnight blushed harder, unable to look away from all the shapely bodies and breasts on display. “D-Did you all really have to come in here butt naked…?”

“Oh, aye! Gettin' a bit too heated tae do this out in th' open,” Dion said with a sly smirk, settling back into a chair at one of the tables stored here. Once more, the foursome of crystalline twins straddled his thighs, one pair of sisters on each as they tittered and squished their tits together, presented to the ram.

Wispy sashayed her way over. “At least you can keep your eyes on all the hot bitches below from here,” she teased with a harsh smack on Beatrix's ass, which quivered under the impact.

“Y-Yeah! Quite the view,” the witch nervously laughed, still recovering from the disturbing vision she saw. To think how she wantonly lusted over Middy…

The forked-tail catwoman made her way behind the burly ram, rubbing his scarred torso and shoulders, earning a low groan. “So ‘Mr. Dauntless’. I’ve heard you’ve had quite the vacation!”

“Mmmnh! Wooldn’t call it that, exactly,” he grumbled. “Had tae take part in a civil war between two zebra tribes. Th' opposin' side was meddlin' wit th' successor tae Vice Lord Varys… Viscera, as she calls herself. In th' end, they retreated, an' a lot ovlives were lost. One ov which was their chieftain, Noble Savage.”

“An utter tragedy,” murmured Beatrix. “But at least Ebony Ivory is there to pick up the pieces?”

Dion nodded, smiling shyly. “No doubt she’ll renew her people’s strength wit her leadership an' wisdom. If there’s one regret A have 'bout returnin' home, it’s that Ah might not be present when our child is born.”

Everyone did a double take, Wispy pausing her massage to plant her paws on her hips. “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold up! You got Ebony preggers?!”

“Before any of the twins?!” Added Beatrix.

His pale face flourished. “A-Ah mean, there’s a good chance it’ll be mine. She had a whole ceremony lettin' her tribe’s men impregnate her tae provide a new heir. Ah just sae happen tae be a participant. An' it’s not like Ah haven’t tried knockin' up Ama an' Amy!”

The succubi twins nodded. “It’s true,” Wet Nurse said. “I believe our mistress has yet to remove a conception spell from us that frees our fertility.”

“Not that we don’t mind our master fornicating with another woman,” Foal-Bearer assured. “So long as he holds up his end of our bargain~!”

“A-An' Ah will,” the caprine warrior insisted. “Ah take full responsibility fur any children Ah sire. Like mah father befur me, an' his father befur him!”

“Mmm. A man if your word, aye? Let’s test that!” Wispy twirled around in front of the seated ram to wiggle her fuzzy yellow-orange butt at him, her forked tail wagging enticingly. Looking over her shoulder with a smoldering look from her slit cat eyes, she challenged, “Prove your mettle in the next battle, and I’ll do more than just sit on your face~?”

Dion gawked at her waving bare buttocks and chuckled. “Ne'er been one tae back down from any contest! Yer stripy ass is mine!” He gave said striped ass a cheeky spank.

Wispy retorted with a titter, using her twin tail to stroke and rub his red cock a little, which throbbed and dribbled with precum, already worked up from the quadruplets, who rubbed their wet snatches across the ram's skin and fur. “Don't let me down, okay?”

Her attention turned back to the pub below, muted by the window. “Reminds me of when I'd hit up all the local strip clubs on tour back in the Cyberverse!”

“I remember Moxxi brought me to a high-end nightclub,” said Beatrix, recalling that fun little trip with the imp in an attempt to wash away the effects of Omen’s Onoma. “Down below was a glory hole that connected to multiple dimensions. Suffice to say, we milked a lot of cocks that day~.”

“Pft! Surprised she didn’t turn one of Julianne’s confessionals into one of those,” Wispy snickered when she mashed her own breasts on the window and moved them in circles, milk squeezed out from squeezed tit-flesh and smeared across the murky surface.

“You'll have to lick that clean, Pussywillow,” teased Beatrix. “Time to break out the final touch so we can be more like those haulster waitresses!”

The witch summoned then passed a set of nipple rings out to the twin-tailed tigress and winced with a low moan when she drove her own into her tender skin. “Don't worry, they're enchanted to be safe and sterile! Should be able to remove and discard them on a whim!”

“Got nearly an hour to burn before we have to head back from break,” said Wispy, who absentmindedly yanked on her nipple rings; the perky buds pulled, which sent an electric thrill in her. “So I'll have to find a way to pass the time!”

Her cat eyes scanned the dim room, where Dion did his best to wrap his lips around the presented nipples of the quadruplets and suck them at the same time. Suckles and slurps sounded, his mouth and black-bearded chin drenched by dribbly, milky sweetness.

She then looked for Midnight, having heard about what a beast in the sack he could be. But it seemed the young knight had already vacated the room, wanting to uphold his promise to Moonlight before the temptation of Bea's boobs in his face consumed him.

This left Beatrix as her true partner, which made her grin. “Welp, guess you’ll have to make do, babe. You’re always down-to-fuck, right~?”

“Huh? Y-yeah, but-” Beatrix moaned when she was shoved onto the desk Midnight where was seated before, one of her legs raised by Wispy as she was held sideways, and the nekomata ripped the scant cover from Beatrix's pussy before she pressed cunt-to-cunt with her amidst a lewd, wet squelch.

The witch's moans were muted when their lips met, and the nekomata scissored her. Squishes sounded each time their twats met and dripped every second they connected and rubbed.

Beatrix briefly glanced at the window, making sure nothing wrong was happening in their reflections. A little more at ease, the unicorn’s horn lit, and her aura floated over more potions to help mix up the impromptu kinky session. "Ch-check these out…!"

Wispy licked her lips while she continued to mash pussy-to-pussy with the wet witch. “Ooh~! What's this?”

“Just...a few potions I keep around for fun,” huffed Beatrix as she scanned the labels. “Breast enhancements...lactation...stretchiness…estrus inducement aphrodisiacs …oh, and this one, um… Lets you have a bit of extra—hey~!”

Without more confirmation, Wispy snatched the potion and drank the contents down while scissoring the violet witch. The liquids quickly took effect in her belly, her loins burned, and a lewd moan hissed from her lips. “Keihei! What th—?!” From her crotch, the flesh started to swell amidst a climatic, predatory hiss of arousal.

What arose from the nekomata was not one, like she expected, but two barbed cat penises, already slick and erect as they rubbed across Beatrix's wet lower holes and smeared them in precum. “Damn! You're a kinky bitch, just like I've heard,” she teased. “But are you sure you wanna take these? They're barbed. Most women would run and-”

“S-sure,” promised Beatrix with a hard swallow. “Better drink this, to be sure?” She downed a potion of her own, one she usually took when she mated with a more violent, primal monster. Ensuring that not only would she be extra stretchy to her core, but any discomfort would be converted into pleasure!

Soon, she found herself flipped onto her stomach and bent over the table as Wispy lined up the double-barbed cocks she was eager to test and rubbed at her orifices. "Get ready!" Gradually, she pushed into her amidst a shared moan, whereupon she started to fuck and spank Beatrix into submission.

“Ah-! Th-this is wonderful...!” Wispy stretched her open, her striped hips a wild blur. “No wonder boys are so eager to get into my pants~! Goddess, I'd want to shove my cock in every hole~!”

“I...don't think I can be impregnated since the 'Demiurge' is still attached to my womb,” sputtered Beatrix between moans each time her asscheeks clapped. “S-so it should be safe for you to cum inside! B-but I'll take a contraceptive potion, in case...oh~!” She constricted around her and came.

“That's it! Milk me,” hissed Wispy as the witch squirted on her and continued to spank and bounce her buttcheeks each time she skewered her warm, wet holes to the hilt. She squeezed her ample ass and tits, then railed her like a cheap harlot, still worked up after what Triad's damned familiar had done to her!

With a cry, Wispy hilted and unloaded into her. "Ah~! Take it deep, you cheap slut!" Cumshot-after-cumshot filled her. Beatrix was thankful that the barbs that spread and stretched her hadn’t torn her up, thanks to the potion she'd taken. Instead, they wracked her with bliss, her eyes fluttering as they rolled into her head, and her pussy poked and pulled each time the barbs bit into her.

The black mass of the Demiurge oozed inside the walls of Beatrix's womb where it was attached and made her shudder with another, mild climax. Each squirm in her uterus induced another climax, which rained across Wispy's lap.

Yet without the Necronomicon's influence, the Prima Materia had started to lose its luster. It made her aware that was the eldritch beast not permanently removed. Eventually, it could one day consume her entirely. Somehow, she needed to take it out before it bonded!

However, that could wait. With a dopey smile, Beatrix looked back at her feline partner and asked, “Round two~?”

"You bet your sweet ass~," teased Wispy with a firm smack on her buns.

*****

By the time midnight started to roll around and the pub prepared to close down, Moonlight River had earned herself a sizable amount of tips on top of her small fortune. To celebrate, she bought a few drinks from Fiery's men that they'd smuggled in, all too happy to help get her drunk in hopes she'd put out. Soon, she drank herself sick, then excused herself and tumbled out the back of the pub to take a short break.
“Uugh… Don't feel too swell,” she muttered and held her stomach, still butt-naked, as she almost emptied the contents of her stomach out by the trash. In truth, she missed the comforts of Midnight and Cerise badly, not to mention Moon Hammer. But she knew he was incredibly busy and wanted some time to look after his calves. “Damn it,” she slurred. “Why am I always tossed aside like used trash..?”

The drunken thestral leaned on the alley wall to keep her balance, aware she didn't have time to feel sorry for herself. Not when whatever happened to her didn't compare to Cerise's and Penumbra's current predicament.

The cool air whistled across her bare purplish-gray skin, her nipples painfully stiff. At least her estrus had died down, but the offer to strip for Fiery's men reminded her of what she'd done on her escape from the Crystal Empire, what had been done to her, and the lives she'd taken to cover her tracks.

“Maybe I'm no better than them… a-am I just another killer? I don't know anymore...”

The door opened, and the boys she'd entertained earlier followed her out. “Hey there, Moonslut. Need some company? We'd be happy to help~.” His eyes drank the denuded thestral in.

“Get lost, prick!” Her prosthetic wingtips curled, aware that with all the hidden compartments in the machinery, she could fill them all with dozens of darts that could paralyze...or kill.

He planted a hand on the wall beside her head and leaned in. “Ohoh? Plan to make us, you slutty Moonmaid? You're drunk off that cute little toned ass. You can hardly fight like this! So why don't you let us take you home and—”

“She said no!” Midnight shouted, sailing down to intercept the soldier in the lead, forced to back off when he landed. He leveled his lance at him. The waitresses had told him Moonie went off by herself, so he'd raced to recover his weapons and armor from the bouncers and then flew back, carried by his Onoma's winds.

Quickly, he lifted the unsteady mare into his firm arms and flew away from the alley into the open space of Hammerfall, hopeful they wouldn't be so foolish as to throw down in the open.

She clung to his barrel chest armor, a deep blush on her face. They sped onward in a blur, her soft flesh squished against the pegasus knight's breastplate when he cradled her close.

But a hard fist connected to his jaw, throwing both him and Moonlight back onto the ground, where they tumbled and skidded to a stop. They both glared up to find Fiery Kickstart blocking their path, flanked by a small squadron of his elite soldiers. The ex-cadets found themselves near the holstaur fountain and surrounded from every direction.

“So, this is where you’ve been, hyper-stallion,” the half-burned Supreme Commander said in a harsh tone. “And here I thought we had a mutual understanding. Disappointing.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me,” grunted Midnight, who kept Moonlight clasped to his white breastplate and his lance in hand.

“Oh, I think I do,” retorted Fiery, beyond livid thanks to his recent shortcomings. “You and your whore are traitors to Equestria. Deserting your posts, backstabbing your comrades, risking the future of Equestria. And for what? Some half-baked fantasy about being better than your pathetic father?”

“H-hypocrite,” Moonie spat out drearily.

The mustard stallion stiffened slightly before resuming his approach.

“H-Hey! The truce is still on!” reminded Midnight.

“I’m aware. And I’d hate to disrupt such peace over something so trivial as your insubordination. So be a good soldier—be a man, and accept your punishment outside Hammerfall.”

“And what punishment is that, exactly? Crystal Empire stud?!”

His statement caused Fiery to pause, and his eyes narrowed at the resilient pegasus.

Midnight rose up fully when he continued. “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t figured out why I’m so valuable to you. You want my genes to mass-populate your ranks with hyper soldiers. That’s why you had your wives and Equinox tease and seduce me! Hoping I’d give into my enhanced urges and knock up every mare and female in Equestria. So that I would unknowingly solidify your fascist regime!”

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep this quiet,” the yellow pegasus commanded coldly.

“Well, I’ve got a newsflash for you, Fiery,” rebutted Midnight, his voice drawing out residents and onlookers. “Thanks to your old buddy, Web Spinner, I don’t have hyper-stallion genes anymore! I’m no different from Shining Armor now! Maybe a little bigger and stronger than most stallions, but otherwise not that special anymore!”

Fiery's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his broadsword blazed to life. “…what?!”

Midnight wore a slight smirk on his snout. “You heard me, asshole. I’m useless to your plans for a ‘perfect’ Equestria!”

“No,” he muttered through clenched teeth, fist tightening around his sword’s hilt, trembling with rage. “You lie!”

“I-It’s true,” Moonlight sneered, cradled close to her childhood friend's breastplate. “Deinos worked on a cleanser that wiped his genes clean from the cell! So go fuck yourself and your empire, Fiery Kickstart! You failed!”

Already inflamed by Bloody Merry’s underhanded tactics, the Supreme Commander howled in fury yet refused to admit how far his plans had been set back. “I’ve failed nothing!! It is you who are the failures! And as Supreme Commander, it’s my honor-sworn duty to rid Equestrian of all filthy, changeling sympathizing scum!!”

Fiery brandished his flame-lit sword in an arc that made the air twist from the heat aimed at the couple. Fortunately, Midnight was prepared for any sudden hostility, muscles already tensed to spring back and evade the inferno. His wide plume whooshed forward to unleash his newly awakened Onoma, unleashing a gale of wind carefully controlled to limit the damage to their surroundings. A mini hurricane rushed out, and soldiers lifted and tossed onto the roads or into the fountain of milk, which splashed and overran across the soil.

Fiery lifted skyward and held his ground, his bent wing now partially healed and the flames that wrapped around them able to support his armored weight. His elemental Onoma matched up with the repressed hyper-stallion's, embers left to crackle around the Supreme Commander.

“Get behind me, Moonie,” called Midnight when he let her down. “I'll protect you!” He hadn't intended to throwdown in Hammerfall like this, but they hadn't left them with much choice!

Moonlight drunkenly stumbled a tad. “I-I can fight too!” Carefully, she launched a flurry of darts at the troops that started to rise, careful to only use paralyzing rounds as several were knocked out.

However, there were far too many for them to handle. Fiery ordered, “Leave Blitzer to me! I'll execute him with my own hands! Do what you want with the ex-cadet! Get that used-up whore ready for the breeder camp! Hell, rape the treasonous bitch to death for all I care!”

“Fuck you!” She hollered back. This time, she loaded up venous cartridges in her clockwork/cybernetic fusion plumage, ready to unload every last one into Fiery and make certain that bastard paid the price. However, more soldiers rushed at her with thirsty eyes.

“Moonie! Ack!” Midnight momentarily turned to his companion, and more wind launched from his plume, barely able to raise his lance in time when Fiery slashed at him. Flames crackled near his face, reminded that any strike could torch his skin and fur by the horrific nest of deep burn scars that decorated Fiery.

“Worry about your own ass,” yelled Fiery, who battered at him. “Weakness like that gets you killed in the heat of battle! Just like how poor, 'noble' old Thunder Storm was finally done in..!”

“Get off me, bastards,” yowled Moonlight, who hit a few more soldiers with darts before they seized her. Her metal plume cut one across the face, which made him howl and crumple. More tried to restrain and fondle her, the mare soon helpless to do little more than squirm in their arms as one lifted her up by the ankles to violate her.

The batmare struck out wildly and managed to slash a few more across the face and chest in splashes of hot scarlet, all while they continued to harshly clasp and squeeze at her wobbly, toned, soft flesh. However, one of the men cuffed part of her metal plume. “Gotcha, you dumb bitch,” he shouted in triumph.

“Certainly paid you a royal ransom whore,” said the stallion, his hard-on still in his pants, pressed to her puffy pink twat as she writhed, her arms held by the troops at her side. He rubbed the tip of his contained flare on her pussylips, which spread them a little and made her moisten. “Get her ready, boys, I-ack!”

Blood erupted from his throat and splashed red hot across Moonlight's heaving tits. Gunshots erupted across the air, which ripped into the soldiers that held her sides. She tumbled onto her bare butt with a yelp as they dropped, the one that held her ankles left to clutch his neck, where a crossbow bolt was buried from the back of his throat and exited out the front.

“Ahh! Nothing like a strong drink and a bunch of villains who need their teeth kicked in,” called Arcanum Folklore. “Don’t it just bring back memories?”

“Some of the best, old chum,” replied Bloody Merry, who professionally reloaded her auto-crossbow in hand.

The two pegasi shoved each other back into the ground, Fiery’s heated glare locking on the red brick mare who did him dirty. “You! After I’ve dealt with these morons, I'll make sure my entire army claims a piece of your ass before I execute you!”

Merry flashed him a cheeky smile. “Not too bright of you to start a fire in the middle of town! Drew us all here!” She and her partner opened fire on Fiery's men, torn into by arrows and bullets.

“Aye. So much for not wanting to ‘disrupt the peace,’” murmured Arcanum, the warlock's hands and horn glimmering with ethereal magic.

Beatrix rushed out of the pub, haphazardly fixing her costume and long pigtails still trailing behind her before stammering, “Y-Yeah! Throw down your weapons and surrender!”

Fiery snarled and rushed to knock the blue pegasus to the ground, his flame sword still pointed at his foe's throat. “You really want to start a war here? Over this pathetic sack of horseshit?”

Beatrix held up her hands, as did Arcanum and Merry, who ceased their actions while remaining poised to attack. More stallion soldiers and minotaurs raced onto the bloody scene.

“Not very wise, Supreme Commander,” called Brutus Grimmwald, who arrived with Moon Hammer, flanked by his grimms. “You stand against not only the people here but those who came with the U.F.O. parked in the distance.”

“One bad move and your entire regime goes belly under,” said Iclyn coolly, her cryomancy flurrying around her antlers and hands in a subdued cold snap.

Wispy Willow took a martial arts stance back in her embroidered scarlet cheongsam when she bared her claws and teeth. “You think you can take all of us? You're outnumbered, dumbass!”

“Best make yer sorry arse scarce,” hollered Dion, who didn’t bother to retrieve his clothes but carried his heavy claymore and shield in hand.

“This ends badly for you, I’m afraid,” Moon Hammer spoke as calmly as he could, always aware it could come to this. He hefted a war hammer. “Leave in peace or in pieces. Your choice.”

For a moment, no one spoke nor moved. However, doubts played across Midnight's face, aware he could unleash a hurricane and take out Fiery and his men...but it would tear apart a town that had already faced devastation. He was not yet trained to handle this level of power! Likewise, people on both sides tensed, ready to spill more blood after all the tensions.

The silence was broken when everyone gasped. Fiery decided to take his head anyway, consequences be damned!

But as he swung his flame-laced sword downward, a flash of light blinked between the two pegasus knights… and another saber doused in a righteous inferno clashed. “What in—grragh!”

The wielder forced Fiery backward, stumbling to his behind, guarding his face from the brilliant light. When it dimmed down, the onlookers gasped at the angelic creature that stood protectively in front of Midnight and Moonlight, adorned by radiant armor.

“Hey! I-Is that—?!”

“It is!”

Beatrix covered her snout, eyes watery with happy tears. “Zeloph!”

Merry rubbed her eyes clear, bewildered by what she was seeing. “I-I must be properly shitfaced, cause that looks like an angel! And last I checked, those bastards were just make-believe!”

“It’s… complicated,” admitted Arcanum.

The fiery-haired demi-human kept a collected gaze, his illuminated plumage spread open with each eye fixated on the mustard stallion. His teal blade aimed at his half-burn-scarred head. “I’d think a little more carefully about what you say or do next, warmonger.”

Fiery scoffed. “Or what? You’ll strike me down where I stand? I’d like to see you try, halo boy!”

Zell couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “Oh, I won’t be doing anything… she will.”

Leaping out from the darkness of his own shadow emerged a snarling canine beast, pinning the Supreme Commander and baring its sharp teeth. And to add further insult to injury, he felt the cold steel of a sickle-blade pressed against his neck, wielded by a similar creature cloaked in a hooded white cowl. “Go ahead. Make this more difficult for yourself,” she warned, her voice dripping sarcasm. “I dare you.”

The violet witch’s eyes widened hearing the familiar cadence of that voice. “… Shadow Scythe..?!”

Fiery’s nostrils flared, glaring at the strange alien creatures that subdued him effortlessly… before snuffing the fire from his broadsword. “...very well. Release me, and we will go.”

The couple looked at each other before nodding, and the reaper demi called off her shadow hound, which faded back into her silhouette. Once she stepped aside, the pegasus pulled himself back up and returned to his soldiers with what little dignity he could muster… but not before turning back at his enemies and declaring his ambitions publicly.

“You will rue this day, Moon Hammer. Once the Crystal Empire has extinguished the changeling swarm, your precious Hammerfall will be next. I will raze your land and slaughter you and your people to the last like the cattle you are! All that you’ve built and cherished will be turned to ASH!!”

The chieftain said nothing, well aware of this inevitable outcome. Regardless, he, his people, and the allies that stood with him would be ready. At his nod, the minotaurs reluctantly parted to let them pass and formed a wall of muscle.

With nothing left to be said, the Supreme Commander turned to his soldiers and ordered, “Move out!”

Hesitantly, the stallions of the Crystal Empire left with their leader, offering only contemptuous looks at the locals while packing their tents from outside.

The female reaper turned to the former blacksmith and muttered, “Y’know, I could have just killed him then and there. Save you and your people the headache…there's still time…”

Moon Hammer sighed heavily and shook his head. “...no. I'm afraid I'm honor-bound to let them leave. I always figured it would come to this, but we needed their help to weather the aftermath of that last attack. They may have helped keep our other enemies at bay. Still, you all came back and were ready to help defend us. So thank you.”

The minotaur chief kept an eye on Fiery's men, the last of which carried their wounded or dead away. Fortunately, there hadn't been any casualties on their side, but they were isolated once more and forced to rely on Beatrix and her friends for aid.

Within a few minutes, the area was cleared. He noted two of his spies, Creamy and Milky, were also on the scene, still nude but nonetheless ready to back him up once it all went south.

Zell helped Midnight back to his feet, noting, “You’re looking better than when I last saw you.”

The blue smiled, taking in the seraphic demi’s new outfit and hair color. “Yeah! You too! I like the new look!”

Beatrix ran up to squeeze her former flame tightly to her marshmallows. “You made it back! You have no idea how glad I am to see you again, hotspot!”

“Ahem!”

The unicorn balked and meekly glanced at the other demi-human, who tapped her folded arm impatiently, waiting for Bea to remove herself from her beloved. The witch sheepishly smiled and carefully pulled away before exclaiming, “A-a-and Shadow Scythe! You’re back as well! But how? I-I thought you died!!”

Atalanta removed her hood, showing off her braided snowy hair and raven-winged ears, simply stating, “I got better.”

“We don't fully know ourselves,” confessed Zeloph, rubbing the back of his head. “Through a lot of bizarro nonsense and spiritual interventions by the reaper order and its founder Greyscale Carnifex, Atalanta has been reborn as a demihuman…though it came at a cost.”

The reaper nodded. “We managed to defeat Mortis and his followers… but Demi-Trix sacrificed herself once more to make this miracle possible.”

“Demi-Trix? No...” Beatrix bowed her head solemnly, then perked up with a pained smile. “B-but she's a tulpa! She can always come back, yeah?”

“She will… eventually. As long as we keep her memory alive,” he answered with a pained smile.

Dion strode forward and said, “Good tae have ye back. Th' both ov ye!”

Wispy spoke up. “Wait, if you’re back, then where’s Mox—rrraaowl!!”

The nekomata jumped when something gave her backside a harsh slap that made her flesh wobble. Her first instinct was to claw at Dion, who held up his hands up and insisted, “Oi! Wasn’t me!!”

A familiar mischievous titter alerted the party as the imp demihuman Moxxi unveiled herself in a puff of neon smoke. “I've been 'ere the whole time~!”

“Nǐ zhège jiǎohuá de xiǎo dōngxī!”

“Sugar and spice ter see ya too, Rumpleteazer!” Moxxi mockingly blew her a kiss while avoiding her playful swipes.

Beatrix took the opportunity to check her former adversary out, marveling over her new form. From the skeletal markings along her limbs and lissome shape to the new floral-tipped tail. “Damn, that’s one hell of a transformation.” Her eyes then gawked at her lithe chest, the bottom of her breasts exposed under her ragged shirt. “I think you might have gone up a cup size, too~! Congratulations, Shadow Scy-”

This earned a hard smack that sent the smitten witch falling back. “Mare or demi-human, I’m still the same ‘Goddess of Death‘ that nearly killed you many times before, Belladonna,” Atalanta said, shaking off the recoil from her hand. “I no longer go by my alias anymore… despite my attachment to it." Her forced, cold expression softened with sly mirth. "Oh, and... nice mane style~.”

“Old habits die hard,” teased Zeloph, who held hands with his lover.

The pale reaper continued. “Demi-Trix is only a part of what made this possible. The fallen reaper order intervened on my behalf and helped this new form stabilize. We’ve also uncovered a darker truth about the 'anomaly' behind this madness. It's—”

“Aiden Darkbloom,” acknowledged the half-masked Brutus. “Or Omen, as he prefers to be called. I've already told them what I know.”

“Was about to ask why you were roaming about here,” said Zell.

“A shame we couldn't learn that sooner,” muttered Iclyn. "So much pointless tragedy could have been avoided. But there's no point wallowing in regrets."

“Yeah.” Beatrix quietly looked at the half-expanded skeleton of Hammerfall. “We lost poor Cerise and Penumbra...”

“But we will save them,” promised Midnight, who stood beside Moonlight as she wrapped a cloak around her provided by Moon Hammer. “We’re all finally back together as a group. Plus, we’ve now got a small army behind us!”

Dion shook his head. “It's not that simple, laddie. We don’t want tae directly put Moon Hammer nor his people at risk on what coold prove a suicide run.”

“Not to mention the destruction that awaits the Lost World,” Iclyn reminded them. “The ship is too damaged for interstellar travel. But now that you’re here…” The icy doe gestured to the fiery angel. “We can finally travel there before Walpurgisnacht starts!”

Zeloph grimaced. “That’s… not gonna happen for a while, unfortunately. We’re all still tired after our bout with Mortis, and I’ve burnt nearly everything I have to get us back here.”

Atalanta cast him a wicked smile and playfully pouted, “N’aww. Feeling exhausted, are we? That’s too bad~.”

She suddenly tripped him, seized his tail, and started to drag him back towards the ship. “Oww! What the-h-hey!”

“You and I have some unfinished business to attend to, love.”

Beatrix cautiously followed and asked, “Are you sure now is the time to—”

Atalanta snapped her head back and coldly declared, “Anyone who follows me or interferes with our personal time will be met with sharp blades and teeth. So swears the Goddess of Death!”

The witchy mare backed away slowly. “Duly noted!” With a wicked titter, the reaper tugged her prize along towards the ship. Everyone else watched with bewilderment while they left the town.

“…huh. Since when did she become sae feisty?” Dion wondered aloud.

“It appears Demihood has enhanced her hormonal levels,” observed Brutus.

“Shit! Maybe a threesome is possible now,” considered Wispy, her split tigress tail wagging excitedly at the idea. "Put a word in for me, Mox?"

The imp snorted. "Yeah, good luck wif that."

“Oh, for fuck sakes! Is there anyone in this accursed world that isn’t libido driven?!” Iclyn growled with frustration before stomping off. A chill swept over the areas she passed that made onlookers shudder, Creamy's and Milky's wide nipples painfully hardened.

"Think my milk froze a little," murmured the sleepy-eyed bovine Milky.

"We'll warm up at the pub," replied Creamy. "Hell, I could use a drink too."

“That was… scarousing,” murmured Beatrix, who looked upward at the flying saucer and spotted her succubus sister, Bellatrix Primadonna, within the UFO’s dome. She noticed the unicorn and waved back at her before the red-skinned devil vanished further in.

Moxxi did a small stretch. “Welp! I fin' this calls for anovver Moriarty! Back ter the tiddy bar, everyone!”

Wispy reminded her, “Isn't it closed?”

“Nuffin' I can’t persuade the bartender into~!” The imp made a jerking motion with her hand and winked. “Those poor waitresses will be so cream crackered and sore after I suck them titties dry!”

The imp zipped off in a puff of colored smoke, certain the whole of Hammerfall was awake after another war had threatened to break out. Everyone else decided not to concentrate on the eventual backlash that awaited them for now to resume recreational activities.

As everyone started to separate, Moon Hammer invited Moonlight back to his home. She kissed Midnight on the cheek and thanked him before she followed the chief inside. She'd done a lot of stupid, self-destructive stuff recently, burned by mistakes she'd made and those she'd failed in her short life. She wrapped her cloak around her nude athletic form, seated on a couch. “What about your calves?”

“Put to bed for the night,” he said and brewed some coffee in the kitchen. “I check on them every few minutes. Still fast asleep the last time I checked in. I also asked Marathyssa to look after them in return for a little extra freedom.”

“Good. Guess your wives are busy keeping Dion entertained, huh?” She accepted a steamy cup he offered.

“Yep. He wanted to swap lovers for the night.” The blacksmith chuckled. “But I figured I'd let him have the first round since I heard you were back and wanted to spend some private time with you. Sorry about the awful welcome you received. But at least things should settle down with Fiery and his men gone.” He practically drank the rest of the pot himself, his nerves shot to hell.

She shook her head and didn't bother to conceal exposed skin from the open cloak. “Hardly your fault. It was a dumb move to wind up drunk off my ass.”

“It was. I was worried sick about you. But I feel we should all make our own choices, wherever they lead us.” He sighed, his back still to her while he finished up another pot of steamy coffee. “I'd understand, should you not want to be 'intimate' right now. Especially after what happened back…there…” His voice trailed away when he turned as the mare stood and allowed her cloak to fall away, fully naked with her toned body on display.

“No way in hell! I've waited for what feels like forever to have this,” she confessed, reminded of her last frenzied masturbation session with him!

He snorted with a dominant smirk. “I dunno, cutie pie. Normally, a mare can't properly handle a minotaur's size-”

“I was in a herd with a hyper-stallion, remember? I’ve handled bigger—” Her voice died too when he pulled down his pants, his half-erect cock left to flop free, almost dwarfing Dion's and even Middy's. No doubt he could literally split a smaller mare in half once at full mast!

A mirthful laugh escaped him. “Wouldn’t blame you for having second thoughts.” By now, he'd stripped completely, his impressive leathery bulk on display. “I've been told I'm quite the slab of beefcake, despite my smaller stature. And my cum is rather addicting. That's why I've bulked up to lead my people.”

“A-All the more reason why I'll do this.” She approached with a slow, sensuous sway of her hips and a bounce of her handful of breasts, swallowing down her nervousness. Hell, the risk only made her wetter as her puffy pussylips winked lust down her thighs! “Might need a little help, though. Good thing you apparently came prepared.” On the kitchen shelves behind him, she nodded to a variety of potions that were labeled to display their various effects.

“My wives did this, actually, to aid our love lives. Courtesy of Miss Beatrix.”

“Of course.” She rolled her eyes with a sly leer and returned to him, then plucked the bottles she needed. One of them a dose to make her extra pliable, so she could safely handle his size no matter how rough he bred her...plus another that would enhance the size, jigglyness, and production of lactation in her breasts, which Strawberry and Blue Moon routinely took to become half-holstaur. Cautiously, she downed both bottles and let their contents marinate in her belly with the coffee.

“Don’t overdo it. One sample is okay, but do this all the time, and your physical characteristics will permanently start to become bovine. Once that happens, it will be difficult to reverse.”

“Worry more about what comes next, stud~,” she teased. Warmth spread across her breasts, and a mewl left her lips once perky nipples were beaded in milk that started to leak. Immediately, he latched onto a tit and suckled. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her supple bosom to his wide mouth.

Impatiently, she removed her prosthetic plume and tossed it aside, ready to get down and dirty. Her pussy wetly winked harder, sobered up but aware drunkenness always made her super horny. She leaped up, arms crossed around his neck when she kissed him, her thighs wrapped around his lower back and buttocks. The bull's cock prodded at her twat before, with a fierce thrust, he impaled her cunt balls deep.

“Ahhaghk! Ooooho, hell yeah~!” She wiggled her hips, able to feel him stretch and spread her like never before, the imprint of his dick visibly across her distended belly when he'd driven into her cervix and invaded her slippery, slimy womb on the first pass. She dripped over him, his meaty palms clasped around her buttocks when he fucked her with a slow but firm rhythm.

He snorted harder when his instincts started to take over. “Mmngh! Is this what you came for?” He'd picked up speed the moment he was certain she could take him but restrained himself.

“Fuck! This is exactly what I came for!”

His firm palm smacked her cushiony ass hard. “Think you can handle it?”

“I can,” she reassured him. “C’mon. Give it to me harder! Treat me like I’m one of your wives! Fuck!” She squealed when he started to really lay into her, the walls shaken when he slammed her into them with a brutish, dominant snort.

Marathyssa, still disguised as a crystal mare, scurried out of the nursery. “Moon Hammer, are you...o-ohh!” Her cheeks colored with a clipped smile, and bowed at the copulating couple. “This one wasn't aware you had company.”

“It's… nngh! All fine,” grunted Moon Hammer, like a train that couldn't be stopped once his instincts to breed kicked in, especially with such a comely broodmare that submitted to him. His lover was similarly lost in ecstasy, left to bounce as he hammered deep into her.

“Pleeease don't stop~,” pleaded the thestral mare, wracked by another messy climax. Her tits heaved, impaled time after time, the imprint of his cock distended across her tummy's flesh. “Gods, you make me feel so full~!!”

“Almost there...!” His balls churned for release wedged past her spread-wide cervix and buried in her womb, its slick walls brushed by his dense cockhead.

“Cum inside! I wanna take all that thick bull cum~!!” With her plea made, Moon Hammer bellowed and fired off inside her uterus. He was rewarded with another messy squirt around his cock, as her pussy winked and milked his load dry, spatter-after-spatter impacted around her inner walls as they came.

He withdrew in a loud, lewd pop and planted a playful slap on her ass to roll her onto her side atop the table. His thumb rubbed her warm anus while she whimpered, “Just...need a few moments to recover.” Her sleepy eyes focused on the crystal mare maid before them. “H-Hey! Do you...um…want a turn?”

“This one isn't sure...” Marathyssa ruminated over the idea. Stallions and mares often promised themselves to certain partners, as did a number of races, but to her kind, no such rules usually applied. Especially to a would-be queen. But would Shining Armor terribly mind? They weren't promised to each other, but she'd promised to take care of him. She met the chief's eyes. “...on one condition.”

He furrowed his brow. “It's not like you to ask a favor. Name it.”

“More freedom for Shining Armor. He's made terrible mistakes, but how can he redeem himself without a proper opportunity? This one has convinced him to fight on behalf of Hammerfall. So please. You've already welcomed this one into your home. Can you do him this one favor?” She meekly bowed.

He looked to the thestral as he continued to rub the warm ring of her taut asshole. “Are you okay with that? I know he's betrayed and hurt you-”

“I'm mostly over it. Mostly.” With what happened to Lightning Spark, most of her rage had burned out. Instead, she mostly felt rather sad...and empty. She sighed. “Maybe I'll regret this, but sure. The bastard has one last chance to prove he can be the father Middy needs him to be. That work for you?”

Marathyssa smiled warmly at them. “It does.” She approached them and slid down the top of her maid costume, which supported the heft of bare, heavy crystal mare breasts when they plopped free and sparkled. “This one can take any shape you prefer. Just name your fantasy, and it shall become reality.”

“That form is fine,” he replied when she stripped away her maid attire, her frilly silk panties included. “I warn you-”

“This one doesn't need a potion. A protoquen is able to handle any size.” While it could have sounded like a boast, there was no vanity in Marathyssa's voice. Just an admission of what she was since she was built to mate with any member of a swarm, no matter how bulky and beastly her mate.

While she mounted him, Moonlight scooped out and swallowed the minotaur's virile seed, packed deep into her moist twat, which leaked more excess down her butthole. She savored the taste and texture, then once fully cleaned out, she swung a leg over his face and settled her butt down around his snout, her lower holes offered up to the minotaur, who started to eat her out.

“Mmm. Good~,” moaned the thestral mare as his massive tongue pushed her pussy walls wide open to lick them.

“Good indeed,” admitted Marathyssa, who cradled the other female close to her so that their supple breasts squished and their lips met. She kissed and nibbled on her, ran her hands down her ample curves. They bounced atop the minotaur's face and lap. Grinded on him. Smeared him in their love nectar.

Pretty soon, he burst inside the protoquen, her uterus also filled to the brim, and her stomach ballooned by cum, his swimmers left to slosh inside.

They took a moment to check on the calves before resuming their sex session. He took them nearly a dozen times in their tight orifices before dawn finally broke, helped by the stamina potions they downed. Moonlight stretched with a wide smile in the sweaty, wet, and messy sheets of his bed when the sun broke in from the windows, curled up between the pair.

“Thanks. I really needed that,” she admitted, her wet breasts left to heave.

“This one is also satisfied,” confessed Marathyssa, in truth more happy that she would be able to help Shining Armor start to make up for his sins. She hoped to bridge the strife between the changelings and ponies like Deinos believed she could, to act as a peacemaker and save both troubled races. She batted her eyelashes. "Did this one's body prove…satisfactory?"

“You two were wonderful,” he assured and patted their bare butts. He wandered out to check on his calves once more while Marathyssa prepared them breakfast, still nude save for an apron she adorned, which the twins usually wore. Gently, she swayed her derriere as she hummed and cooked.

A little hungover after her latest self-destructive mistakes caught up with her, a thoroughly fucked Moonlight soon slipped off into a deep, uneasy sleep, unable to drive away troubled dreams about the fate of Cerise and Penumbra.

Constantly, she stirred in a fitful slumber and tearfully murmured, “Cerise...w-we'll save you from that hellhole of a hive...somehow...!”

*****

“...Stupid mongrels. Bold of them to assume these exchanges are one-sided,” muttered Fiery to himself while packing up his tent. Or… at least what hadn’t been demolished amidst the brief skirmish. “My best men have been hard at work, and soon they'll bear fruit. Speaking of which...come!”

The flap opened, and his wives were ushered in by one of his lieutenants. Panna and Chezka kept their heads low in a bow until the three of them were left alone. “Report,” he ordered the topless amazons that stood at attention before his desk, which he drummed on.

“Sir,” said Panna, the doe's face neutral. “No doubt you're aware Beatrix and her friends have returned?”

His scowl deepened. “Oh, yes! And just what tipped you off about that? Could it be the fact that we’re now forced to withdraw from this location? Or maybe the giant fucking UFO parked east from the villa!!” His fist slammed the desk.

Chezka pursed her lips, her lithe muscles tensed. “Sir, we were just—”

“Perhaps you’re both too stupid to understand, so allow me to reiterate slowly. Where... The fuck... Were you?!”

The amazonians balked, Panna admitting with ears pulled back, “W-We were preoccupied with our mission.”

“How convenient,” the mustard pegasus snorted, unamused. “Because while you were busy fucking around, my men and I were locked in a losing battle. The truce with Hammerfall is over, and we’re clearing out of here before the next sunrise. So since you were ‘preoccupied’ with your mission instead of racing your asses to help, you better give me some worthwhile information!”

“There isn't much else to report,” stated Chezka, her lips drawn in a thin line.

He dryly chuckled. “No, no, no, no, that can’t be true! You've spent a lot of time with Moon Hammer and his family. Surely, you've learned a few of his secrets? Surely, that’s the reason why you've visited him so frequently!”

“...yes sir,” the centauress muttered, her white horse tail flicking about behind her rump. She tried to maintain her posture and maintain a stoic face as his eyes bore into the Amazons.

“… Unbelievable,” he growled lowly. “Can’t even go one day without someone’s cock stuffed in both your snatches. And you dare come back to my tent empty-handed? Useless whores. I should have just left your asses at the camp. Have you pop out more soldiers to fill my army's ranks.”

Chezka stood protectively by Panna and cried, “No! Fiery, please! We can—”

He punched her mouth shut. Not enough to knock her down, but leaving a notable bruise on her cheek. “That’s Supreme Commander to you! Were you so busy gobbling minotaur cum that you forgot where your lives and loyalties lie? You swore yourselves to me above all else! And I will not tolerate any more insubordination, especially those who thought they could go behind my back!”

Chezka favored her swollen face while Panna froze like a literal deer in headlights, petrified as her master stalked around them, hands cupped behind him. “Yeah, don’t think I haven’t figured out what you’ve actually been doing,” scoffed Fiery. “Helping Moon Hammer build a map before frolicking in the flowers or some shit. That’s why the red cunt from the bar stole mine to complete the picture. But that’s okay… cause you’re going to steal it back for me.”

Panna stammered, “Excuse me s-sir?”

“I don’t care how you do it,” he continued, towering behind her. “Seduce him. Tell him you’ll bear his children. Spread your thighs and ass for the whole town, should it come to that. Whatever it is your fragile little hippie whore brain can come up with! I want that map, as well as notes about the type of tech Moon Hammer is using.”

The fawn stiffened when Fiery gripped her shoulder, fingers digging into her tender flesh. “This is your only chance to redeem yourselves. Complete this very simple order, and I will absolve you of these many failures. Am. I. Clear?”

Panna stared at her fellow Amazon, who slightly shook her head. Then, after taking a small breath, she bravely met his gaze and responded, “F-Forgive me, sir. But we can’t.”

His grip tightened, squeezing her shoulder painfully. “Can’t? Or won’t?”

“… won’t. It goes against our code...”

A terrible silence hung in the air for a moment until Fiery sighed. “I see. Then, this will have to do!”

The mustard stallion seized the clockwork horn prosthetic and, with a violent yank, tore it from her forehead. The fawn screamed when hot blood oozed from the opened wound, and a fierce snarl crossed Chezka's face; one of her hooves readied like the centauress was about to kick him.

“No! Sister, I-I'm fine,” reassured Panna as the centauress cradled her. “Nothing I can’t… fix..!” Dizzied and shaken, the medicine mage snatched up a medical kit in the tent and hastily stifled the wound with thick bunches of wraps.

“Let me remind you of your Amazonian code,” Fiery berated coldly. “I am your master. Please me, and I will reward you. Disappoint me, and you will suffer. And until your bodies expire of either life or usefulness, you… are… mine!”

Fiery ignored the spiteful, bitter stares and tears of his wives, focusing on the mechanical horn he rolled in his hands. “Hmm… perhaps your loligagging amounted to something after all. A small construct, yes. But I’m sure my scientists can reverse engineer this and replicate the basics to suit my needs.”

Not only that, he’d already had his soldiers snatch up and claim a few lost auto-crossbows, parts of turrets, and half-melted minotaur statues left unaccounted for in the siege. Suffice it to say, they would be returning to the Crystal Empire with plenty of material to forge stronger weapons, which would lead to a war machine that blanketed the land. Then, there would be order!

Chezka continued to glare at him fiercely, glowering when she all but spat out, “Will that be all… sir?”

“Yeah, you two can get out,” he replied with half-interest, his fury abated. “Better get your sister proper medical aid quickly. We’ll move out shortly.”

“Y-yes sir,” replied Panna with a clipped salute, crawling up onto Chezka’s back until the duo retreated from the tent.

Fiery gave a side glance at the female centaur’s wide-muscled rump, watching her buttocks swivel before muttering to himself, “… be a waste of good breeding material not to put those hips into good use. Once we’re home, I’ll have them escorted to the camp. Can’t let them become any more unreliable.”

The mustard stallion growled with vexation, the anger he'd forced down bubbling back to the surface as his thoughts stewed over recent events. “I can't trust anyone these days. The protoquen and the hyper-stallion were so close! And here I am, helpless to move in and claim what's mine!”

That would change once Fiery reunited with more of his scattered forces, a majority back at the Crystal Empire, with another impressive army at the breeding camp. Once he uncovered the secrets of Moon Hammer's tech, their advanced weapons would be mass-produced in his factories, and then he'd easily lay waste to the swarm and cultists! “A shame Web Spinner turned traitor as well… Next time I see that four-eyed freak, I’ll finish what I—”

The half-burnt pegasus reached for his broadsword when he spotted another silhouette past his tent and leveled the blade past the flap. “Show yourself!”

“Tch! No need to sound the alarm,” a familiar one-eyed marauder called before coming into view. “It’s just me!”

Fiery scoffed and lowered his blade. “As if you're any threat, Equinox. So, you’ve come crawling back to me as well, huh? Not surprising since no one else will dare take in a war criminal.”

“Oh, please! Like you’re any different!” She dusted off her ripped-up battle bikini attire, torn up when the saucer landed. At least she'd avoided the swarm and the doomsday cult! “From where I’m standing, you’re more in need of my level of expertise~!”

“I don't need anyone,” he firmly corrected, then lowered his sword, pinned at her breast at her approach. “However, I won’t deny I’m sorely lacking in dependable allies. Someone who can infiltrate their backlines and deal some real, lasting damage. A suitable task for a war band marauder.”

The batmare grinned wickedly. “Exactly! This is why I’m offering my services once again… for a reasonable price, of cour—aaghk!!” Her bargaining came short when the Supreme Commander swiftly crossed over her, his burnt free hand clasped firmly around her throat.

“Let’s get one thing straight, shall we?” Fiery grunted, leering down at the half-naked thestral. “If I allow you back into my fold, you will follow every order I give. I tell you to jump, you say, ‘how high!’ I tell you to get pregnant, you ask, ‘twins or triplets!’ You'll be all mine. Just like you were a whore for that fallen paladin. Do you understand? If not, then I will end you here and now...!”

Equinox nodded as best she could in his iron hold and sputtered, “A-Alright, please! I...I can be more useful then—”

The Supreme Commander lifted her off the floor by her neck, blade readied in his free hand. “Oh, I'll make good use of you, my whore. Any. Way. I. Want.”

His blade tip slipped under her battle bikini, her top cut away first to bare her breasts. He then followed by cutting off the bottoms of her attire, her muscled ass and cunt exposed to him. After Merry bit him, the treachery of his wives, and the humiliating loss by Midnight and his friends, he was beyond livid and needed some release!

Perhaps he should've fucked his treacherous wives into submission, but he needed them to carry out other tasks! Instead, Fiery pulled the marauder by the waist into his lap while he settled into a stool behind his desk.

Equinox knew it was the last chance to turn back and cut her losses. But she'd already come this far and wasn't certain she could fly out of the encampment in time now that Viscera's enhancements had worn off. She was in a sorry state after her comedown, despite her attempts at bravado.

Before the thestral could overthink it, he slammed her hips and ass down, and she felt him sink into her molten hot, slick depths. On reflex, she moaned and gradually shifted her hips to start properly bucking him, her palms on his half-burnt chest and his hands on her rump. He groaned, “You like that?”

“I've had better-ack!” His fist squeezed about her neck. He drove upwards into her core. Much as she hated to admit it, whenever he bucked back into her twat he knew how to hit the best spots.

“Let's try that again, bitch.” He cupped one of her breasts which wildly bounced, his grip tightened around her throat, which made her cunt tighten around him. “Not so bad, am I?”

“Pfft. You're...adequate,” she choked out, a tear in her one eye.

“Here it comes,” he warned and unloaded inside her. She winked harder around his cock as it swabbed her slimy walls, drenched his lap as blast-after-blast of cum painted her uterus, his tip mashed to her cervix.

After he finished, she lifted her hips and his flare popped loose from her runny twat. She heaved with a cruel smirk and taunted, “You already spent, stud?”

“Not until I've claimed you entirely.” He spun her around so that her pert ass faced him. Gripped by her toned buns, he spread them wide open to reveal her puckered asshole, which he swabbed with his cum-soaked flare to lube her up until her puckered ring was soaked. “Think you can handle it, raider whore?”

“Hit me with your best shot,” she said as he pushed into her. Her sphincter spread wide open, her teeth clenched with a hiss, and her ass sank hilt-deep into his lap. Gripped on her muscled flanks, which pinched around his iron hold, he started to clap her sweaty, athletic buttcheeks without mercy properly.

“Unf,” she moaned over and over, taken up the ass by the mustard stud. His muscles pressed into her back, and her supple breasts bounced and swung each time he pounded her, rewarded by another messy squirt and a roll of her eyes into her head as her eyelids fluttered under his bluntness. “Y-yes...”

He landed a harsh smack on her ass which made her squeak and lewdly moan, her brain addled from sadomasochistic lust, as she creamed herself and further ruined his cunny honey-soaked pants. Fiery landed more smacks on her buttcheeks, which rippled and turned darker than usual.

Finally, he fired his last volley into her bowels. Their breaths were heavy while she remained seated on him until he swatted her ass to send her off him.

“Asshole,” she muttered under her breath as her own ass leaked his cum.

“I heard that. And since you obviously haven't learned your place. Yet.” He yanked a spare, frilly maid costume from his pack, which he'd planned to punish Chezka with for her continual, quiet disobedience. “Put this on. Oh, and it's time for a mane alteration. Something a little less tomboyish.”

“Excuse me?” But he hatefully stared her down, and with a snarl of relent, Equinox put on the fetish-style, two-piece maid costume, which was now the uniform of Crystal Empire maids. She spat back, “Happy?”

“Almost.” He completed the look with a pair of ribbons to hold up her short, wild mane into a pair of small, feminine twin tails. “Perfect. Especially that infuriated look on your face! I'm already hard…”

“Shit. Now I look like that stupid princess wench,” she wheezed between her clenched teeth.

He leaned back in his stool behind the desk with a grin. “Just clean me off with that foul mouth of yours, whore. A little ass-to-mouth should help you learn!”

“You sick, sadistic fu—” He reached for his sword, which blazed to life in a crackle, and with a harsh swallow, she dropped to her knees and resumed servicing him, her lips wrapped around his shaft as she drooled down it. That's when another visitor announced himself, and his plume tips seized her shoulders and then shoved her down hard.

“Gluck!,” cried Equinox, who almost choked on his cock when she was shoved down, hidden behind his desk from the lower commander when he entered. She breathed in his musk when he mashed her snout into his crotch, felt him swell and throb in her swabbed throat when he subtly bucked.

“Sir!” He saluted. “We've found traces of that prostitute band not far from here!”

“Good work,” replied Fiery, who kept the blade immolated to hide the sound of Equinox as she sucked him off. All the while, he violently facefucked her with the aid of his plume tips, her face driven down repeatedly to fully sheathe him.

Maybe he tempted fate after Merry bit him...but the risk of what he'd do to her stayed with Equinox's teeth. Again and again, he made her face bob up and down as she slurped his shaft.

The lower commander stood at clipped attention while a couple of minutes passed in silence as he ravaged the mare's hot face. “Further orders, sir?”

Fiery intentionally took his time to think it over with a cruel smile, aware of Equinox's utter humiliation as he forced her to suck him off. Nonetheless, under a maid skirt that didn't even cover her entire bottom, her panty-less pussy wetly winked and oozed out more of his creamy seed. Her asshole also throbbed and dripped his packed in spunk, her tail reflexively hiked over her lower back while she blushed hotly.

“No, carry on. Capture those whores and your company is welcome to them.” The lower commander smiled back, and with another clipped salute fled the tent. Just in time, Fiery wheezed, the flame of his blade snuffed out. He clasped a hand around her pigtailed mane to hold her hilt-deep as he came in her belly.

More backed up cum blasted down Equinox's throat and ballooned her cheeks. Her nostrils burned when the excess exploded out her nostrils, and her one eye rolled into her skull. “That’s it. Swish and chew on my seed harlot,” he taunted her. “Don’t spill a single drop!” He pressed on her cheek, which forced more of his spunk in her tummy.

Glaring darkly at him when he eased the pressure on her dome, Equinox nonetheless opened her lips to reveal excess splooge stuffed into her mouth and swathed across her tongue. Layers of thick, sticky threads which she slowly, loudly started to chew, swish, and swirl for his amusement, her hot face now a soaked mess. “Good mare.”

She swallowed down a taunt...and his seed too, when he instructed it. Gulps sounded when his salty seed filled her hot belly, and true to his request she didn't waste a drop, not even the dense dollops that dribbled from her nose. At least he didn't demand she clean up the thick cum that dribbled out of her cunt!

Equinox rose afterward and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “There… Can I leave now? Sir?”

“Sure. I'm satisfied,” he huffed. “Of course, you'll have to stay on the downlow for now, before I explain to my men why you're back. There’s a private tent tucked away nearby, where I keep supplies stored. Just don't pilfer any of it, or I'll have your hand removed.”

“Yeah yeah, I know. Wouldn’t be the first time!” She started to turn, ready to slip away. Yet she couldn't help one last taunt. “Oh, and that hyper-stallion booster you wanted? Found an alternative way to supplement your soldiers with a little serum I got...”

“I’m really not in the mood for tricks, Autumn,” he warned. “Speak now, or I’ll throw your sorry ass to my men.”

“Not until I know my safety's secured first,” she replied, a cocky sneer still on her face, despite continual humiliation and his attempts to break her spirit.

“Very well. Keep your secrets, for the moment. But understand this...” She winced when he reached out under a maid skirt that left the bottom of her ass bare, a soft buttcheek firmly cupped under one of his palms. She resigned with a shrug to some more molestation from the Supreme Commander...before his other hand clasped over her mouth. “If you ever try to flee or betray me again, you won’t leave unscathed!"

Her eye widened when the hand on her ass heated up, causing her to squirm as the intense energy scorched her flank. Steam hissed and a tear dripped from her good eye, her nose met by the subdued sizzle of fur and flesh when his Onoma summoned up a small blaze.

He marked her plush ass with a brand of his initials, permanently burned to remind her who she belonged to. Then, with a hard snack to her other bared asscheek, he sent her on her way, so he could continue studying the bloodied clockwork prosthetic horn on his desk.

Equinox told herself she was a survivor. No matter the personal costs. She swore that someday, somehow, she'd be free. And that she'd kill him! Hell, she'd find a way to butcher everyone that ever dared cross her, humiliate them before she ended their lives…!

Author's Note

Reminder that art depictions for most of our shared OCs can be found here:

https://www.fimfiction.net/group/216674/beatrix-belladonna-saga/thread/509105/fan-art-courtesy-of-notaponyperson