Author's Note

Apologies this took a while, since my collab partner and I have been very busy. Also, Google Docs erased all my paragraph spacing so I had to manually redo it; sorry if I missed any! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 22

The moment Sombra left the hive to lead their forces to the breeder camp above, Queen Chrysalis made her move, smiling maliciously. At times, she began to doubt her decision to revive him, in spite of her desire for an equal to rule alongside her. But the petty monarch’s alliance with Vox and the cult would help put him back in his place!

More importantly, he wasn't around to protect his precious princess anymore. When he left, Sombra had started molding Cerise to suit him better, inspired by the memories of Penumbra he drew upon. Some of which included the princess’ hedonistic friend, Beatrix. Or, more importantly, her potions! With that level of alchemy, the dark tyrant could groom her perfectly to become his cherished queen.

The first potion Sombra applied to Cerise left a permanent, oily sheen on her skin and fur, glistening under the hive's eerie emerald illumination. Next, he applied another concoction, which made her already considerably soft and bouncy flesh more wobbly and squishy than ever.
“You'll be my ideal mate,” he'd told Cerise. “My broodmare queen, who shall bear me many suitable heirs!”

Cerise softly wept but otherwise appeared mostly docile for the moment, stripped naked by the hands of Chrysalis and tethered to her throne, by a chain so short she was forced to kneel constantly. The protective yonic rune shimmered dimly over her protected, seeded womb.

About her were the changeling sex toys, still in the shapes Sombra chose for them. Somnambula, Lily Longsocks, Inky Rose, Pacific Glow, Rheneas. Familiar faces that brought her little comfort. Or quite the opposite in the case of Trixie Lulamoon, who wore a face exactly like Beatrix's.

Cerise idly and obsessively rubbed her tummy and choked on a muted sob. “Why did they abandon me...?”

“Forget about them, dearie,” Trixie insisted as she wrapped the charcoal mare in her open cloak and knelt beside her. “You'll be much happier here. I can promise you that!”

She rounded on the witch with a snarl. “This is your fault! You did this to me!”

Trixie tilted her head, expressing a concoction of hurt and betrayal. “… I only wished to help. I-I didn't understand at first, either. But Lavender and Fuchsia showed me the way. And you will see it too!”

Cerise heaved and seethed before slowly softening up. It was pointless to cast all the blame onto Trixie. She was merely another victim as well. Likely, most of the cult members were forcibly indoctrinated or were vile monsters to begin with.

No, Omen was the true culprit behind this; his grim visage and slithery voice haunted her sleep-deprived psyche.

Worse still, whatever Sombra did to her, be it from the enchantment he cast or the potions he made her drink, it had already taken effect. Her fingers brushed along a small bump forming in her belly.

It was too late to turn back. The foal he'd put in her womb was rapidly developing.
The sex toys would bathe and feed her with sympathetic expressions, while Trixie would often visit and check up on her. However, that proved a cold comfort when Chrysalis came to see her hours after the possessed pegasus and his army departed the underground hive.

“Aww, look at the pretty little princess,” the infected changeling queen purred. “Properly bred with daddy’s spawn~!”

“You're not allowed to harm me,” reminded Cerise, her pink eyes narrowed in defiance.

Chrysalis whistled innocently. “Sombra isn’t around to stop me, so we’ll see about that.”

The dark dancer shook her head. “What do you want?”

“Oh, just some amusement to pass the time.” Chrysalis settled her bare butt onto her throne. Then, with her aura, she lifted a key and undid the lock on the chain attached. She then pulled said chain to sit the princess in her lap. “Mmm~,” she purred. “Nice and plush!”

Cerise shuddered with a heavy blush, her permanently oiled up body bounced atop the queen's lap as the changeling molested her breasts. She winced and tried to draw away from her touch.

“Nuh-uh! You're mine to savor now.” There was a sound like torn flesh as the insect queen multiplied her upper limbs, until she had six arms on her torso. While two were already occupied with Cerise's tits, another pair kneaded her buttocks, while one slipped fingers into Cerise's mouth and another toyed with her twat. “Just lay back and let me take care of you, princess~.”

She nibbled and sucked on Cerise's ear, who mewled and moaned despite herself. The princess stiffened when she felt a familiar swell underneath her ass as Chrysalis erected a pair of thick insectoid cocks, already moist and primed to spread the warm, wet fuckholes made to be bred.

“How long do you think it’ll be until Sombra comes back? Probably not before your mind breaks, after I continually fuck you silly~!” Chrysalis prodded her swollen cock tips at Cerise's clenched orifices.

Cerise's eyes fluttered when she teased her loveholes. Gradually, her pussylips and asshole parted when the tips started to sink in, lowered inch-by-inch to take the duel, alien cocks. She mewled, and her eyes rolled skywards upon full penetration, her cervix pierced, and her slippery womb filled.

“D-don't hurt the baby,” pleaded the princess. “Anything but that.”

“Don't worry. Your father's spell has your hot little oven safeguarded. I can be as rough as I please ~!”

Chrysalis lifted Cerise by her hips, then slammed her back down, again and again, screwing the platinum princess like a cheap, disposable toy, determined to break her. To melt her brain with unspeakable pleasure!

Within moments, Cerise cried out and squirted for the first of many times she would that day, the shapeshifter's cocks able to mold themselves at will, to reshape themselves perfectly to suit her, and hit every vulnerable place. To try and ravish out every last ounce of innocence from her fertile prize.

“Mmm, yes~! Nice and tight. Wet and warm. And the way you squeal like a horny virgin in her first bout of estrus! So sweet! So innocent! No wonder Sombra adores you! But no doubt you'll be even better after I render you a brainless, submissive bimbo! So take the entirety of your queen, you little slut! Take it hard like a broodmare bitch!” She continually bounced the double-stuffed mare's ample ass on her slick lap, which audibly clapped.

Repeatedly, Cerise winked around the insect cocks that stuffed her and cried out when another orgasmic deluge washed over her ravisher. She shook, yanked by the loose chain around her collar so that her head twisted back slightly to meet Chrysalis' lips when the changeling's elongated tongue invaded her mouth and dominated her own. She closed her eyes, whimpered, and cooed at her ministrations, forced to endure climax-after-climax as she fucked her.

Trixie said, “See? Our order can love us like no other! Join us, princess!”

Cerise panted and squirmed, and her oily breasts heaved when the changeling finally withdrew from her mouth to allow her to speak, their lips still connected by saliva strands. Her hazy eyes met the queen's and asked, “What...what...oh...would it take for you to treat your personal drones b-better?”

Chrysalis cackled while she continued to screw her, twisting the mare around to face her, pressed breast-to-breast until their tits squashed. “You mean my sex toys? Hmmm...” Lazily, she surveyed the nude 'mares' around her throne. “Are you attached because they wear the faces of your loved ones?”

She shook her head. “I-I wouldn't want them harmed-unf-either w-way!” Her face burned hotter, clenched down harder, when another multi-climax tore across her entire, supple body, which washed the queen's lap in more runny cunny honey. “Pl-please, I…I…!”

“You're already my slave. Your flesh is mine.” She fondled her harder. Pinched, pulled, and twisted her nipples. “What else can you possibly offer me...?”

“A...a queen wants subjects to worship her like a Goddess...doesn't she?” Or, at least, Cerise presumed from Chrysalis' vanity that's how she thought. “Wh-wouldn't you prefer a willing partner, to serve your every wh-whim?”

“Hmph. As if you could be worthy of that honor as my personal concubine!” She mashed Cerise's titties even harder.

“Give me a ch-chance...ah~!” With another howl of rapture, Cerise quivered, her eyes almost closed, ravaged by another mind-shattering orgasm as the changeling queen's throbbing dual cocks started to burst into her uterus and bowels. Within seconds, her insides filled to wear she appeared heavily impregnated, yet that was merely the opening salvo, more-and-more cumshots milked out by the winks of princess pussy, an excess of cum left to erupt around her swollen pussylips. She doubted her poor psyche could take much more. Already, she'd seen halstaurs broken by bliss!

Chrysalis hissed when she fucked her harder still, “You like me seed?! Would you love to be my broodmare bitch?!”

“Y-yes! I'll be your broodmare! Just treat your drones well, and I'll service you...!” She blacked out for a moment thanks to another squirty climax, almost passed out completely, impaled on the queen's dual cocks which expanded inside her.

Finally, with the last of her excessive load dumped, Chrysalis humped and gyrated the princess on her lap, her palms still cupped around her plush buttocks, which she spanked. “Oho. You're stronger than I've given you credit for. Most mares would have been broken beyond repair by this point!”

Finally, Cerise was lifted up by her hips, the cocks withdrawn in a loud, lewd pop, and her gaped holes oozed volumes of splooge. The queen's multitude of extra arms and dicks withdrew into her flesh until she was back to her normal state.
“I...I will take care of you,” offered the princess, who slid down the queen's body and knelt before Chrysalis, still seated naked and proud on her carved emerald throne.

“What do you mean...oh~!” Chrysalis cast back her head in a sweep of her thick mane when the princess mashed her snout into her moist mound and started to eat her out with slurps that dripped down her chin. “Mmm. Not bad. Seems you have some experience, my little broodmare slut. Probably because of that other saucy mare in your herd?”

Cerise pulled every last trick she'd learned from the times she'd been intimate with another female, aware she needed to win the queen over quickly. Not only to preserve herself before her mind broke from constant ravishment, but to protect the drones Chrysalis treated like disposable sex toys!

All the while, her swollen belly continued to spurt out thick clumps of cum that drooled from her widened orifices behind her when she continued her amorous assault on the queen's snatch. She teased out her swollen clitoris, suckled on, and rubbed it. Drove her tongue into her meaty pussylips, spread them open with licks that cleaned her wet walls, Cerise's muzzle soaked in her honey-like lust.

She used her fingers too, massaged circles around Chrysalis' love button, and rubbed the pink ring of her warm asshole before she slid a thumb inside and felt the pliable flesh clench around her. She intentionally slowed her attack at times, edged her enough to leave her wanting but not enough to piss her off, the sort of delicate game she would have to navigate amidst court intrigue.

Because whatever happened to her, the princess was still determined to become a queen and make her family proud!

Finally, a growl escaped Chrysalis as she pressed a hand to Cerise's skull and ground her face into her muff, helped by the queen's hips when she shoved her cunt hard into her face. “Gah! Swallow it all you silly bitch!” Cerise's snout sank fully into her moist canal, forced to receive the full force of her deluge as she squirted all over her.

She closed her eyes, her face and mane entirely soaked, her mouth, throat, and nostrils filled by her wet release, while more splashed and washed down her tits. Her entire world was consumed by changeling muff and love honey; she almost drowned in it, forced to drink it down rapidly, the release of her pent up lust excessive.

Finally, Chrysalis eased the pressure on her head. Cerise gradually withdrew to catch her breath and stifled her coughs, which she knew she'd take as rude. Her face was completely drenched, her fur matted, her medium-sized tits left to heave and drip more excess. “Are you...satisfied, my queen?”

“You are a wonderful toy,” admitted Chrysalis, whose cunt continued to wink and drip. “You do please me. Very well. I won't harm my toys anymore...so long as you continue to service me well. Oh, and I will grant you a minor boon for your performance tonight.” She replaced the chain and pulled her closer to her face once more. “So, what would you like? Sweets? More opium? Or-”

“I-I would like for your personal harem to have proper names...my queen. Please allow me to name and look after them. I...wanted to be a queen.” She lowered herself in submission to her.
“Ahh...that.” She waved a hand dismissively. “Sure, why not?” She turned to address her harem. “Very well, Princess Cerise is your mistress now. Obey her orders, but remember, the queen's demands always come above all.” The drones that wore the faces of Cerise's loved ones bowed.

“Thank you, my queen,” quietly answered Cerise, lowered to her knees.

Chrysalis waved her off once more. “Give her a bath and a proper meal. She's earned it.” She slapped Cerise's bare butt to send her off once she rose.

The queen's hum filled Cerise's ears while she was taken to the pool. Gently, the sex toys washed her while she tried to think up suitable names, her mind wracked by reminders of her condition.

What were her friends up to while she endured this? Could they possibly hope to mount a rescue...? She flinched when Trixie caressed her tummy from behind, breasts mashed to her back.

“They're loyal to you above Chrysalis now,” whispered Trixie with a smile.

“Yes...but at a heavy price,” murmured Cerise, who scooped up more water and splashed it over her bosom, which maintained its oily sheen like the rest of her skin no matter how she washed it.

Trixie waded over so that she faced her. “Is this really so bad?” She held the princess, pressed breast-to-breast so their denuded tits smashed, and tenderly stroked her let down mane. “Once the order spreads across the multiverse, it will finally be at peace!”

“You mean it will be a void after Omen's done.” She burned his hated image in her mind, ammo to keep her motivated to survive and thus endure whatever further horrors were thrown her way.
After her bath, she was returned to the 'harem paradise' Sombra picked for her quarters, where her entourage prepared her a proper meal. She took her time to savor it and the opium pipe they offered, aware that when she went to sleep, the nightmares Omen wrought in the darkness would inevitably return…

*****

Zeloph awoke from his short slumber, sensing the lack of another body next to him. A low groan rumbled in his throat, stretching out his limbs and fiery-tipped plumage, each eye blinking away the drowsiness. His eyes first glanced to where he last remembered Atalanta lying, but instead, they were replaced by a piece of paper with some writing on it. The angelic swordsman read the words quietly to himself;

‘My sun and stars,

Bellatrix and I are at Hammerfall, investigating a matter I cannot quite tell you about yet. Just trust me; I’m always right. Come find me when you can. Oh, and if you have the material, see if Moon Hammer can fix us a pair of rings like he did for Midnight and Cerise.

Don’t request anything too flashy. The goddess of death won’t be caught dead with anything unflattering of her person.

Yours eternally, A <3’

Zeloph chuckled softly, tempted to follow through with said request just to spite her. If only to see what sort of punishment the reaper demi would scheme.

But his smile faded, turning to the window. His biological clock said it was daytime, yet there were hardly any stars glimmering on the blackened horizon. How Midnight’s world hadn’t collapsed under all the entropy corroding it was astonishing.

Would a similar fate claim Sacratera as well? Was nowhere truly safe from the chaos brought by the Nightmare Stag?

Zeloph shoved the bedsheets aside, quickly ran a shower, dried off, and collected his sword and clothes. He hissed while walking out the room, having not fully recovered from his exhalation and climatic battle with Mortis Saltaire.
Not helping his case were the many many rounds both Atalanta and Bellatrix coaxed out of him. The demi-human blushed over how spent his loins felt.

‘So why do I still want more?’ He wondered internally. ‘I’ve long since been absent of sexual desire until now. Something is amiss here. The atmosphere, perhaps?’

The aether king’s speculation was soon cast aside when he walked by one of the virtual reality chambers currently in use by Eclipsed Heart. Zell paused and turned back around to observe the pop diva, who struggled to erect crystalline walls high enough to barricade the holographic depiction of Hammerfall.

Sweaty and worked up from hours spent training, Eclipsed Heart raised another crystalline barrier to protect the ville. Yet her power was nowhere near as studious as her true counterpart.
“Nugh! C’mon,” she strained with hot breath. “Just a couple more tries. I know I’ll get it right if I keep pushing!”

She jumped at the sound of Zeloph’s voice.

“Didn’t you say ‘pushing one’s limits would result in dehydration?' You can’t call yourself a role model if you don’t practice what you preach. Believe me; I’ve tried!”

Eclipsed patted her chest to calm herself, greeting the approaching angel with an awkward smile. “O-Oh! Hello, Zell. Nice to see you’re up and about~.”

Zell chuckled and cracked the stiffness out of his neck. “Still a bit sore after my journey beyond life and death. But ‘no rest for the wicked’ as some might say!”

The pop idol snorted. “Sure. Whatever you say, ‘O’ mighty Aether King’.”

She gave him an attempt at a playful curtsy with her tight bloomers that made up part of her costume, to which he responded with a polite bow. The two shared a laugh as the chamber powered down, leaving only a table in the room.
He gave a small gesture towards it. “May I?”

Eclipsed nodded and took a seat, allowing him to run and unwind her tense muscles and shoulders through his feathery, warm touch. Ripples of light washed away the stress and fatigue, replaced with euphoria that made her coo gently.
His mouth drew into an uncomfortable line. “I… I wanted to formally apologize for my—”

“You don't need to justify yourself to me,” she told him, soulful pink eyes looking up at him. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I don't have any right to judge you, no matter what happened between you and Cerise. All you can do is move forward and try to do better.”

Zeloph nodded, his cheeks flourishing as the angle of her leaning her head back provided an unintended angle at her cleavage. Normally, he wouldn’t stoop to his sister’s level of promiscuity, yet the normally celibate demi found his legendary resistance weakening.

“Thank you,” he said after clearing his throat and shifting his eyes away. “I'm sure with your help, they'll be able to rescue the princess.”

“Uh-huh. Like you, I… have to let go of the past, too, no matter how much it hurts.”

Eclipsed felt a similar strange arousal, leaning her body closer to his touch. Every rational part of her mind was drifting away, surrendering to bliss. Her light groans became needy mewls.

“W-we shouldn’t,” Zell tried to reason, despite his hands roaming to reach the rest of her shapely body. “You have a boyfriend. I’m practically married...”

“I… agree. But this feels so different. So good… I don’t think I… want this to stop.”

Lust-ridden thoughts heavily clouded their judgment, fantasizing about Zell delicately removing her top to fully massage her plump breasts, leading to Eclipse to fully lay down, head hanging over the table and unzip his pants, so she could fish out and worship his glorious cock. She recalled how Wispy would often whine about wanting this lengthy heavenly pillar, and now, here it was in all its glory. Gods, she could hardly wait to have him swab her throat while toying with her tits. A precursor to when he would claim her pussy, then bliss it with his virile seed, adding her to his growing harem of impregnated—

The ringing of a cell phone broke their depraved trance, causing Zell to move away from the popstar, his face pale with shame. “I’m so sorry! I-I don’t know what came over me. I wouldn’t have…”

“Nonono, it’s okay! I was acting weird, too,” she defended, scrambling to grab her heart-shaped phone. “Let’s just be thankful we snapped out of it before…”

Zeloph nodded, relieved he didn’t commit somnophilia. Atalanta, Wispy, and Kitsune would have had his head for that.

While he turned away to ponder what was causing this heightened sexual tension, Eclipsed unfolded her heart-shaped phone and answered the call. Appearing on screen was Mezzo Soprano, mother of her boyfriend, Bass, and his brothers, Alto and Tenor, from the once rival band, Sixth Measure.

The former opera diva-turned-president greeted her daughter-to-be. “Hello, Eclipsed Heart. Sorry it took me so long to get back to you. The city is in shambles, and politicians are spreading their propaganda like wildfire. Can’t get a good word in anywhere without riots breaking out!”

“H-hey, Mom—I mean, Mezzo! Sorry, caught me at an awkward time,” the charcoal songstress tittered sheepishly, readjusting her top's straps which left underboob exposed to match her bare midsection. “Sorry to hear things in the Cyberverse aren’t improving. It’s a messy situation here as well.”

“I can imagine,” the motherly siren said with a soft expression. “Now, what can I do for you while I have you on the line? I’d let you talk to Bass, but he and the boys are busy with a concert-”

Eclipsed shook her head. “Actually, I wanted to talk with you.”

Mezzo raised her eyebrow, smiling. “Hmm? Have you and your sweetheart decided to announce you'll tie the knot?”

“Wha—Uh, no. Sorry, It's probably too soon for that,” She blushed hotly at the idea. “Actually, it's about those demi-humans.”

Zell looked to Eclipsed at the mention of his kindred, puzzled and curious.

Mezzo wore a disappointed frown. “Oh… Darling, I thought we discussed this. I can’t allow them to—“

“I know. Please, just… hear me out! Arron caused a lot of property damage, and I can’t even begin to list how many crimes Seb has committed that don’t end with him locked away for life, if not executed! But… They helped us fend off against all sorts of foes! It’s too much for me to explain right now, but you have to believe me! We need all the help we can get!”

Mezzo relaxed, her posture turned sober, eyes looking past Eclipsed Heart. “… Is one of them present with you?”

Zell stepped into view, giving a small bow of his head. “Mrs. Soprano.”

“Zeloph, was it? I believe you were the one who joined in my children’s concert and helped defend the city during your kind’s rampage. Since then, you’ve become something of an urban legend.”

The two blinked at each other, bewildered by this development. “Have I?”

“Yes. I can’t show you now, but there's been plenty of graffiti in your likeness sprayed over billboards and monuments. Your popularity with the public is hard to overlook.”

The aether king rolled his eyes. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I wasn’t even trying to indoctrinate followers that time!”

“Regardless,” Mezzo continued. “Your short visit has left quite an impact on the citizens, which is why I’m at the very least willing to loosen my restrictions on your banishment. Should you provide answers to some questions?”

Eclipsed quickly scooted to allow Zeloph a place to sit beside her, and he nodded.

“In total, how many demi-humans are there?”

“Counting myself? Seven. Mmm… roughly nine, now that I think about it.”

Mezzo narrowed her gaze. “Elaborate.”

His blush returned as he rubbed the back of his head. “My partner and I are trying to conceive. Plus, another is already with child. So if we are allowed to live in the Cyberverse, expect some little ones to be roaming about.”

“I see. Next question. Eclipsed claims that both Arron and Seb have changed for the better. Can you confirm?”

Zeloph nodded once more. “Arron has become my best friend in some ways. Convincing him to tone things down won’t be a challenge. And while he’s still a bit of a cad, Seb’s a lot more reliable than you might give credit. They’re both huge assets in my favor.”

Eclipsed briefly cut in. “I-If you could pardon them, they can help us save the multiverse!”

For a moment, Mezzo let her pleas sink in. “...you want me to absolve them of their crimes?”

“Y-yes. You saw those odd occurrences in the Cyberverse. Well, it's a lot more unstable here and in some other parts! A whole universe has become a void, and more will follow if we don’t—!”

Mezzo raised a hand to quiet her. “Arron's destruction I could easily overlook. Taxes will cover the property destruction, but no one was permanently hurt. Seb, however, is another matter. He threatened my life—my children’s lives, at gunpoint. It would give me no greater satisfaction to see that bastard get the electric chair.”

Both musicians physically recoiled at the thought of anyone going through that punishment.

“However… with the state of the multiverse, it appears I have no choice but to dismiss the charges. But in return, Zeloph, I need you to promise me that avaricious snake will be kept on a tight leash.”

He smiled. “I can assure you, there won’t be any sleight of hand or foul play from him. Abbess Julianne is very good at keeping him at bay.”

“Figures it would take an actual saint to charm that sinner,” the siren president groaned, rubbing her temples. “Still, I must advise that you watch your back around him.”

“I can handle myself,” Eclipsed politely but firmly assured her would-be mother. “I promise we'll save the multiverse and return home!”

“Good. Is there anything else I should know that is associated with you demi-humans?”

Zeloph stiffened. He was afraid she might ask this question.

Mezzo kept a firm gaze on the seraphic angel. “Your body language tells me there is. Out with it, please. I don’t think I can maintain this connection for much longer.”

“I… I can’t,” he confessed.

Eclipsed gave him a conflicted expression. “Zell..?”

Mezzo pressed further. “I was just starting to like you, Zeloph. But I require a more acceptable response.”

“I would if I could, Madame President,” answered Zeloph. “But due to the very nature of this subject, I am not allowed to say more than this. You’re better off in the dark.”

“That only raises my suspicions.”

“Just… trust me on this. You don’t want to know. For if you did, a disaster beyond your wildest imagination would occur.”

“Like the one plaguing our existence as we speak?”

“… more or less. I’m really sorry, but I’m sworn to secrecy about this matter. I cannot tell you more.”
The motherly siren took a deep inhale. “… very well. With everything else said, I will allow you and others like you to roam my city freely. With legal restraints and laws in mind.”

Eclipsed let out an overjoyed squee. “Oh, thank you, Mezzo! You’re the best!!”

Zeloph gave a calmer response. “I am grateful for this opportunity, Mrs.Soprano. You won’t regret this!”

“I had better not.” Slightly reassured, Mezzo smiled once more and relaxed her posture. “Oh, and don't forget that other old rival band of yours, S.L.U.T. They disappeared when they tried to follow you. Since they were last seen in the unstable zone where you vanished, they were probably cast somewhere else into the multiverse. I only hope that they weren’t cast into a void, never to return…”

“They're safe,” answered Eclipsed firmly, her brow furrowed. “They have to be!”

The former opera singer nodded. “Then I'll hold onto faith, too. Send Wispy and Kitsune my love. And remember, I love you too.” She ended the call, the pop diva warmed over by the matriarch of Sixth Measure.

As the pair walked out of the room, Eclipsed turned to Zell, who still seemed troubled by the tail end of their conversation.

“… I-If it’s about Viscera, you didn’t have to be secretive about her,” she insisted. “She’s not that scary.”

“Viscera can at least be neutralized,” replied Zell. “If, or when, she shows up again, I can handle her. But what I was referring to isn’t so easily comprehended. Please, I'd … rather we not discuss this.”

Eclipsed pouted, not liking being left out of the loop. But she respected his wishes and dropped it, at least, for now.

They dropped by the infirmary to check up on the current state of the injured patients. Both encountered Deinos in the guise of the stallion doctor Web Spinner, who smiled at the mare and demi. “Don't worry, I've kept watch over them.”

Eclipsed Heart grimaced at the sight of the resting Lightning Heart, a bandage covering half of her head to conceal her punctured eye. “At least she doesn’t seem to be in pain.”

“I upped the sedatives to prepare her for transplant surgery,” revealed the scientist. “Even with the Glamorguis’ hyper-advanced technology, the damage is too severe. I’m afraid this is the best we can do…”

Web Spinner held up a transparent container containing a false metallic eye doused with nutrients.

“Cyber augmentation,” murmured Eclipsed, equally relieved and heartbroken at what awaited the poor pegasus.

“Lightning Spark will be able to see even better than before once she's used to it.” He set the product aside, his hands slipped into his lab coat pockets while he stared down at the electric blue mare.

Zeloph suddenly spoke up. “Let me have a look.”

Web Spinner hesitantly stepped aside as the seraph gingerly removed the bandages, causing the pop idol to wrinch at how gnarly the eye injury was. Taking a slow inhale, Zell placed his fingers and thumb over the mare’s eye socket and allowed his radiant energy to pour into the injury.

His eyes closed to focus, feeling the damaged tissue and severed nerves. His angelic essence encouraged the unconscious mare’s cells to begin rapidly regenerating well beyond what they could normally do.

Eclipsed and Deinos were stunned to see the teal aura help reshape a new eyeball in place, as if it had never been lost. Lightning groaned, twitching from the pain of recouping before Zeloph held her head back down, his caress easing her back to rest.

Closing her eyelid shut, the seraph pulled back with a long exhale.

“Remarkable,” exclaimed Deinos, examining for himself the literal miracle performed. “No scarring or swelling at all! Her eye has been fully restored! I have records of healing magic that requires sacrifices—o-or shortened lifelines to regrow lost limbs. But you did so through mere touch! Without any such drawbacks!”

“Interconnectivity,” elaborated Zell, a small smile on his lips. “She and I may look different and have different parts and bodily functions. But the fundamental truth is that we’re all organisms. Animal, plant, mineral, liquid—it’s just a series of cells and atoms that are joined together to create specific outcomes. By infusing Lightning with a bit of my energy, I could guide her stem cells to repair her missing eye. Think of it like a flower that’s been plucked off its stem. So long as there's sunlight and the roots are still intact, it can eventually grow back. All I did was make the process work faster.”

Eclipse flourished, her smile beaming. “She’ll be so surprised to have full vision again! Thank you so much, Zell! Y’know… you would make a really great doctor~!”

Web Spinner further encouraged. “Indeed! Your phenomenal healing and insight would be a great asset in the field of medicine!”

Zeloph looked over his hand with consideration. It would seem accepting the luster pledge had more benefits than he originally anticipated. Unlocking exaltation also greatly enhanced his sacred touch.

“Hmm… perhaps,” he responded. “Jonn often told me I had a gift when it came to helping people realize there’s more to them than what they believe. But right now, I should let my colleagues know about Mezzo’s offer. And then maybe deduce what sort of bacterium concoction Viscera developed to disease Layla. Would help get the Glamorguis back in the air.”

With a nod, Zeloph departed from the medical wing to deliver the good news to Seb and Arron.
Meanwhile, Eclipsed Heart moved past the disguised scientist to seek out Kitsune, simply to be stopped by Chisana as the little raccoon tugged at her skater costume. “Oh, hey, Chisana! What's up—”

The child-like bandit raised a hand to silence her and nodded further in, where Kitsune was situated in her cot.

“2-Ba no aichō ni wa hitori no jikan ga hitsuyōdesu,” the tanuki girl whispered, her ringed tail wagging excitedly.

“Ooh! I-I see!” Eclipsed's cheeks colored, and she moved to block Chisana's view, much to her fuss, as Kitsune lay nude across the bed. Kyube only had undergarments on as well and the lean fox man rubbed down the vixen's bare back.

Muted moans escaped Kitsune's lips. “I'll work every last knot out of your muscles, Kit-”

“C-call me Sakura,” she murmured, taken to the proper name he'd offered her in place of the code name the syndicate forced on her. “Thank you. Your touch is helping me heal faster.”

“I'm just getting started, Sakura-san,” he assured her with a sly wink and a smirk.

The former cyber kunoichi-turned-yokai twisted her tall, limber form under him so that he now straddled her bare lap. Her cheeks were pink when she shyly met his eyes. “Could...you do my front, as well?” Gently, she directed one of his hands to palm a shapely breast. “You...may start here.”

“With pleasure.” He leaned in, and their lips delicately met as they started a slow, sensuous makeout session. Gradually, he rolled her palmed tits in lazy, playful circles. Her perky nipples hardened under his touch and poked into him when they explored each other's mouths with passionate kisses.

While Deinos had removed her bandages, he'd cautioned her not to move around too much or too quickly, lest she tear the stitches that held her wounds until the ship's healing waters were no longer contaminated. Thus, like he'd promised Wispy, Kyube took any advances slowly with his new lover.

Eclipsed continued to sidestep, which blocked Chisana's view. “Come on! This stuff isn't meant for a child's eyes!”

“Watashi wa kodomode wanaito nankai iwanakereba narimasen ka?!” whined Chisana with a pout, trying to slap away the hands concealing her view of the brewing lovemaking.

“Besides,” continued Eclipsed. “This isn't for me, either! We shouldn't invade their privacy!” Quietly, she squealed in delight to see one of her bandmates had found love, and she took Chisana's paw to lead her out. “Come! I'll get you some candy back in Hammerfall!”

“Anata wa bebīshittā to shite saiteidesu,” grumbled the tanuki girl, who nonetheless followed by hand at the promise of indulging her sweet tooth. As the pair made their way out of the infirmary and through the circular corridor, Eclipsed noticed Seb and Arron in the recreation room, the former setting up a game of billiards while the latter continued to flex and show off his oversized physique to his reflection. Zeloph was polishing the tip of his cue stick with white chalk.

“So… run this by me again,” the crafty card demon requested, serpentine eyes conflicted on his opponent. “Mezzo, who I so ‘graciously’ threatened both her life and the lives of her children, is willing to wipe my—“

“And mine!” Arron butted in briefly, his attention still fixated on himself.

“…slates clean and welcome us with open arms to the Cyberverse under the guise that I’ll behave like a good lil’ school boy and play nice with the others?” He pauses to sniff the air theatrically. “You smell that? That’s bait if I’ve ever smelt it! Plus…” He then took experimental sniffs before shuddering. “…hugh! Something else funkin’ up the joint.”

“You sure it’s not coming off Sunspot?” The wrestler cheekily pointed at Zell with a matching grin. “My man’s been filling up on death angel cake and red-devil pie~!”

“Pft! More like filling them up~!”

They shared a snicker while the target of their jest rolled his eyes. “It’s not a scam,” the seraph insisted while figuring out the best angle to strike. “Mezzo most likely realizes how dire of a state we’re all in and understands she could use our help before..” With one precise thrust, he knocked every numbered ball into a hole, leaving only the white ball on the board. “…Well, I’ll be damned!”

Seb did a double take, inspecting the board and Zell’s cue stick for any foul play before grumbling, “Look, even if the end of everything as we know it wasn’t happening, I doubt we’d get any fanfare for our return to Eternity City.”

“Yeah, bro. I straight up trashed that entire venue,” reminded Arron, though less apologetic and more pleased with himself. Stretching out his biceps and pectorals, he added, “How can I be expected to hold back all this unadulterated power and peak alpha physique? Plus, not a lot of cute boys in that town~!”

“…I’m sure you’ll manage,” Zell dryly answered, fishing out the balls to line them back up.

Seb shrugged. “I mean, if I get to avoid any jail time, I ain’t gonna say no to that! Matter of fact? Yeah… the more I think about it, the more I like the idea of going back. Build up my reputation again. Make me some real money~”

“You mean with a lot less murder and crime this time, right?” reminded Eclipsed, who butted right in with crossed arms.

Seb momentarily stiffened before allowing a chuckle to slither out of his throat. “Well, that goes without saying, princess. I’d imagine my activities will be heavily monitored, whether I’m running games or keeping my dealings more organized.” His Onoma briefly sparked as he stroked the triangular setup; the balls ricocheted all over the billiard board until all of them slid into the pockets. “Ooh! Jackpot~!”

The pop idol brushed aside the remark, not detecting the usual snark in his voice. He seemed almost...remorseful. “Well, good. Because I’m the one who made the call to the president, so anything you do affects my reputation!”

This made the sharply dressed snake’s throat go dry. “...Ohh. That’s… awfully nice of you, considering the bad blood between us.”

Eclipsed mustered a smile. “Don’t think too much of it! Despite our grievances, I want you both on our side. To back us up and help save the multiverse! I don't care whether it's here or in the Lost World!”

“They're all connected,” surmised Zell, who returned the mare's nod. “Each time another dimension unravels, the fabric that tethers the multiverse spins thinner and thinner.”

“Very poetic,” noted Seb. “Sounds more than fair, actually. More than I deserve,” he forced himself to admit aloud. “Thanks, sweet...Eclipsed. I really mean it.”

“Yeah, you’re not too bad for a Barbie ’d-up showgirl!” Arron admitted as well, throwing a bulky arm around Zell, who took his turn and pumped his fist when he knocked a couple of balls in. “And hey! If you ever need some real muscle to keep that butt covered, you know who to call! I don’t need to charge as much as snakeskin over there~.”

“Skill issue!”

“L rizz,” countered the burly demon smugly. “Can’t even get into that nun’s panties~.”

Seb flustered. “I-It’s not like that! She wants to be celibate, and I respect her wishes.”

Eclipsed giggled and clapped her hands. “We couldn't have beaten Mortis and his minions without you both! Oh, speaking of Miss Julianne! Will she continue to lend us a hand, too?”

“I'll ask when she and I peruse Hammerfall later today,” noted Seb. “She thinks it’s as good an opportunity as any to take in the sights.” He racked up the balls once more before hitting them back into place. “Yes! Bullseye!”

“Nice shot,” complemented Arron. “I’ll be going into town myself. Maybe some of the minotaurs will wanna tussle~! You tagging along, Zell? Both your misses are out and about already.”

“Not yet,” the seraph politely declined. “If you, Seb, and Julianne are taking a breather, I’ll look after security in your stead. I also want to do some medical work on Layla. See if I can create an antidote that’ll purify Viscera’s toxins. Though I do hope to make time and reach out to Moon Hammer. See if he can craft me a couple of wedding rings.”

“Nah, put it on my tab,” assured Seb. “I’ll take care of that for you, boss.”

Zell smiled. “I appreciate it, thank you.”

“Wonderful! We’ll leave you guys to it then,” the pop diva said, looking to leave the Demi’s to their affairs before Chisana tugged away and scurried up onto the pool table.

“You want in, kiddo?” Offered Seb, to which the raccoon dog replied, “Hai!”

Zeloph gave her his cue stick and left the table to ascend to Layla’s chambers. While they continued to play, Eclipsed wandered off and sent some more text messages to Bass, thankful for any brief chance to relax.

She was still settling on what options she should pick. They could remain on a planet that threatened to break apart and possibly doom them to save whatever they could. Or simply abandon it to the doomsday cult and the other factions and wage a war currently brewing in the Lost World?

After a few more texts and encouraging words from her boyfriend, Eclipsed clasped a hand over her breast.

She'd already made her choice. She wouldn't abandon Cerise.

*****

After the scuffle with Fiery's troops and the small blaze left in his wake, all of Hammerfall was on alert, despite the hour. As a result, the local pub remained open, despite the dawn threatening to break. Of course, Moxxi and Wispy Willow helped play a part in this, since they did their best to 'convince' the bartender, Redrum, not to close down, regardless of how overworked his poor waitresses were. Once more, the interior was packed, all of the bouncers on watch in case a stray enemy soldier was still about.

“Seoi Lo. Pretty sure not even Fiery would be stupid enough to wage a full assault with the U.F.O. nearby,” reminded Wispy, garbed in an embroidered crimson cheongsam. “But should he dare try...hi-yah!” She tossed up a sweet bun and spin-kicked it with a stiletto heel to send it across the room.

“Settle daahhhn, Pussywilla,” tittered Moxxi, who adjusted her breasts and plush rump into the pink and blue leopard-print bikini wear. “Save sum of that action for our 'ost~!” The pair of them sauntered over to the vermillion-colored minotaur bartender, who returned a knowing smirk.

At this point, some of the patrons were half-asleep or outright slumped over the tables, while some of the bovine waitresses were on shaky legs after pulling an all-nighter. Beatrix was still there to volunteer, the witch's platinum mane left in twin tails, though she was a lot less enthusiastic after her unsettling hallucination and almost looked timid.

Moonlight River also made her presence known; the bat mare was dressed in a mantle, which she allowed to pool at her feet, rendered nude.

Midnight bashfully interjected, “A-Are you sure that’s a good idea after—“

“Everyone’s seen me naked by now,” Moonie dismissed with a shrug. “You know what they say; sex always sells. It’s almost a shame we had to chase those horny bastards out of town, what with all the money they poured in!”

“I sure won't miss them,” said Midnight, seated at the bar. He drank from a mug filled with milk, so distracted he did a double-take when Moonie settled beside him, her toned bottom smooshed into a stool. She practically radiated after her session with Moon Hammer, a drunken blush on her face.

Moonie smiled, motioning for the violet mare, and requested, “Give me a drink too, Bea~.”

“Huh—O-Oh, right! Your wish is my command,” Beatrix teased clumsily, whose heavy breasts wobbled on the way over, draped atop a tray when she served herself up. “Just a cup? Or do you want it straight from the tap~...?”

“Just a cup, for now. Wouldn't want Middy to get too excited,” replied the thestral, who watched the witch squeeze a tit and empty milk into a cup before she handed it over. She sipped at it with a snack. “Mmm. Not bad.”

“Not quite on the level of a halstaur, I know. But I'm working on it! Arcanum and Iclyn have really helped me expand my alchemy knowledge!”

Beatrix turned her attention back to Middy and rocked on her heels when she bent over close to his face, her heavy breasts left to sway like pendulums in his face. ‘Stupid Omen. You can destroy the multiverse, but you won’t ruin sex for me!’

“Hmm~.” Milk beaded on the tip of her nipple she'd milked, swung from the engorged nub, then landed with a warm, wet splat on his pants, his wide green eyes unable to tear away from her.

Snorting, Moonie spun her stool to observe them. “Yeesh, Bea. If you’re gonna torture him like that, you might as well go all out~!” With an audible smack of her wild tail on Bea's bare butt, she tripped the witch forward.

“Oof!” Beatrix landed in Middy's firm arms, her nakedness straddled atop his warm lap. “U-uh... hi~!”

“H-hi,” he replied sheepishly, her bare bosom squished into his face, unable to restrain the tent in his pants. With the continued slack of the 'dress code,' after the bartender was convinced by Moxxi and Wispy, Beatrix had discarded the patch over her pussy, and her slit and asshole rubbed by his shaft, which ended up sandwiched between her plush violet asscheeks. The blue pegasus gently started to lift her off.

Moonie leaned on them to hold the pair in place, her pert tits rested on his arm. “Relax. I'm alpha mare now, and I say it's okay. It's not like you two are gonna fuck. Not like those three.” She nodded over her shoulder at the bartender, Redrum prostrated on the floor, while Moxxi and Wispy went behind said bar.

“You've had a bit too much to drink,” said Beatrix, who shifted uncomfortably.

“Whaaaa—Nonsense~,” said the lush thestral mare. “Never felt better in my life! *hiccup*” She, too, turned her attention partly to the bartender while the promiscuous nekomata and succubus started to undo his zipper. “Besides, don't tell me you didn't style your mane like that on purpose to remind him of his sexy wife?”

“Speaking of Cerise,” mumbled the pegasus knight as Eclipsed Heart entered the premises, her eyes pinned to the floor, and her face burned when she slowly skated towards them. “Uh, hey! I-It’s nice to see you! This is, er-”

“I'm used to it by now. Mostly,” said Eclipsed, who shyly met the scene before her. “I mean, in the world I come from, people are pretty 'loose'! I guess some things never change, huh? Or maybe Beatrix is drawn to, um, 'sexed up' worlds? Anyhow, Deinos is watching over Lightning!”

“Good. I don't want her left alone,” said Moonie, slightly crestfallen.

“Oh no, I'd never! Actually, I came to tell you she’ll make a full recovery! We were about to use cyber replacements for her eye until Zeloph used his ‘sacred touch’ or whatever to regenerate it!”

“Amazing!” Beatrix squealed, absentmindedly squeezing Middy's face further milky, marshmallow breasts. “Remind me to thank him later…”

“Pretty sure that’s a death wish, considering his type of woman,” mused Eclipsed with a sly grin.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I’ve beaten his ass on two separate occasions,” reminded the witch. “Shadow Scythe, too, now that I think of it! I can be very dominant and authora—yaaahh~!”

Beatrix yelped when Moonlight swatted her bubbly ass once more. “Girl, you don’t have a single dominant bone in your body. You're as slutty and submissive as they come~!”

The violet mare pouted, rubbing her brightened buttcheek. “Rude..!”

Eclipsed looked behind the bar at a dancer's costume on display. “Isn’t that—”

“A replica of what Cerise liked to wear,” said Wispy, who, like Analise, started to strip out of the attire, their breasts sandwiched around the minotaur bartender's mottled, meaty pillar of flesh without a faint hint of shame.

“We had it made in her honor after she helped protect Hammerfall,” explained the bartender. “Oh—The name's Redrum, by the way. Sorry we haven't talked much. I owe you all, after you help chase those nasty bastards out.”

“Consider us even, beefcake,” purred the neon demon, giving a tentative lick along the musky length of his bull cock. “Or as ‘baht as even as I’m gonna get after ya ‘murder’ this cunt~!”

Wispy snickered when she helped her stroke and polish Redrum’s shaft between their breasts and dexterous tongues. “Mmmnh~! Hey, that's an idea! We need a new cash flow now that Fiery's outta here, so why not-”

“No! I-I can't be unfaithful to Bass,” reminded Eclipsed sharply.

“Hey, let me finish! I’m not saying to fully strip. Just wear your alternate’s costume! Inspire Hammerfall with the visage of its heroine,” rephrased Wispy, nodding at the display case.

“But I'm not Cerise,” reminded Eclipsed, her hands clasped in front of her. “As much as I care about her, I...” She mulled over the idea. Hammerfall badly needed more positive influence and money now that their own trade opportunity was cut off. These were desperate times. “I'll...have to ask Bass first, see whether he's okay with this.”

“You do that,” answered Wispy when she and Ana stroked Redrum faster with their round tits, lathering his flared tip with suckles and kisses. “Say. Are Creamy and Milky your—”

Grunts arose from his taut vermilion belly when he throatily replied, “No direct relation. War orphans I took in. Unf. Hammerfall comes from a world that's not so different from this one. Lawless and wartorn. Divided.”

“Trouble wherever I go,” lamented Beatrix with a sigh, still straddled across Midnight's lap while Moonlight leaned on him. She held him and whispered in her half-brother's ear, “I'm so proud of you, Middy cakes! You've been on your best behavior the whole time, despite what we've thrown at you!”

“Yeah, well...I don't exactly want to repeat what happened to me. I've learned my lesson.” Nonetheless, he couldn't help but look at Eclipsed with longing and quiet remorse, aware that while they made the most of their lives, Cerise remained a prisoner. Eclipsed had taken out her heart-shaped, compact phone and messaged Bass for permission about what she intended to do. Green, innocent eyes drifted to the subdued sway of a plush bottom in hot pink bloomers while she typed away.

Moonie narrowed her gaze. “Don’t get any ideas. She’s not actually—.”

“I-I know.” Instead, he drank down another dollop of milk with a cheeky smile. He twitched painfully in his pants, felt the subdued warmth and wetness of Beatrix across his lap, and the soft crush of her's and Moonie's tits, topped by perky erect nipples that poked at his skin when they leaned on him.

It also didn't help that the topless, almost complete nude holstaur waitresses on duty continued to make their rounds in a series of bounces and wobbles. And not that far from him, Wispy and Analise worked their lips and tits faster, almost a blur when they double-teamed Redrum's shaft.

“Mmm~! A bitchbreaker almost on par with Moon Hammer's,” teased Wispy.

“re ya really that surprised? House To Let aw ya minotaurs 're packin' 'eat loike this, 'uh,” mewled Moxxi, who winked up at Redrum.

“M-maybe,” wheezed out Redrum, whose nostrils flared and his eyes hazed over when his instincts to breed really started to kick in, the older minotaur's fuzzy balls painfully swollen while they ceaselessly worked him over.

Eclipsed closed her phone and scooted closer to the bar. “Alright! Good news! Bass has okayed it!” She winked.

“Nice! Now get those clothes off so you can slip into your new costume, Princess Butterbuns~!” Wispy reached back with her split striped tails, slipped one tail under Eclipsed's scant top, which showed off ample underboob, and yanked it up to make her bare, teardrop tits bounce into view, each topped by wide hot pink nipples as Wisy whistled at the heavenly display.

“Will 'o Wisp! Ack-” Eclipsed's protests were cut off when, spurred on further by the drop and bounce of her bared breasts, Redrum finally lost it. The pent-up bartender's mottled cock throbbed and fired across the room like a cum cannon, thick dollops of spunk partially splashed across the pair of naughty minxes.

However, most of the copious downpour splattered across Eclipsed, her protests cut off when her mouth was filled, her eyes closed so as not to be blinded, and her bared breasts also hosed down. Midnight only partially shielded himself with his wide plumage in time, partly splattered by the stray shots, while Beatrix and Moonlight were also caught up in the splash zone, which drenched and matted their nude bodies and oozed the bartender's thick cum.

For a second, everyone fell silent.

Ana then released boisterous laughter. “Woo, blimey! Sorry abaht that, loves. Worked up the poor boy wif me lusty touch ter 'elp empty 'is cobbler's awls aw at once! turn that Jack Sprat log into a proper splooge cannon; I did~!”

Eclipsed coughed up the salty spunk she hadn't accidentally swallowed and wiped away a dense, layered mask of runny cum with a napkin, her charcoal fur sticky and matted when she tried in vain to clean herself off with what was available on hand. “Thanks a lot, Analise! Ugh, It's all in my hair...”

“Sorry 'bout that,” coughed Redrum. “There’s a shower in the back. Feel free to help yourself and use my bed for some shut-eye, should you need it.”

“Thank you,” she bowed and mustered what dignity she could, swathed in most of his seed since she'd bore the brunt and hoping this didn't count as unfaithfulness to Bass! Bad enough Triad's monstrous tattoos had taken advantage of her and Wispy! She fully removed her utterly ruined top and made her way behind the bar.

“I really am sorry,” said Redrum, ears down. “I couldn't control—”

“That's what you get when you play with Moxxi,” giggled Beatrix, used to the imp's devilish tricks while secretly relishing the minotaur's cum coating her. Moonlight, she figured, quietly did the same while Midnight wiped off his own thick, stained feathers on his plume. Wispy, meanwhile, followed Eclipsed into the back of the pub.

Once she appeared to be alone and entered the bathroom, Eclipsed also stripped away her drenched hotpants and undid the ribbon in her thick ponytail, which she shook loose, fully denuded, with her compact phone in hand. Thankfully, the device was water-proof, and she rinsed it and her spunk-clotted hands in the sink.

She leaned over the counter and inhaled while she met her reflection. An earth mare in this dimension, she was barely into adulthood, with fuller breasts and a butt compared to Eclipsed, from what she assumed was because she hadn't spent her life in dance, like Cerise. Or maybe Beatrix wished her this way. After she, she was formed by the witch's caricatured perceptions of her, due to the Prima Materia's power.

“This must be how Beatrix perceives Cerise,” she mumbled to herself. “Innocent. Silly. Fun. But I can't ever really be her. In truth, I'm...still not really sure who I am.” Taking another moment to admire her reflection, she turned and ran her hands across her supple curves, then stepped into the spacious shower and turned the knob, immediately hit by a drizzle of warm waters that sluiced down her curves.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her fur and flesh as the bartender's seed washed down the drain. Her hot pink mane was fully shaken loose once she hummed and started to soap up her ebony shapeliness with a muted coo.

Missing her boyfriend more than ever, her hand snaked out from the shower and plucked her waterproof heart-shaped phone from the counter, where she opened it up and readied it to take a picture. She shyly blushed and practiced the one-finger challenge she'd seen that barely hid her privates, then snapped the first of many nude selfies she planned to send to Bass. She then typed, “Are you alone babe?”

Moments later, he replied, “Yes. How are you?”

She beamed wide and sent him the first nude selfie. “I love you, babe,” she typed. “With all my heart! I miss you so much! Thank Layla, we can talk! And do stuff like this!” She sent him a heart emote with another coy nude shot.

So lost was she in the moment, Eclipsed took no notice when the nekomata kunoichi snuck into the bathroom, chucked off her clothes, and slipped in behind the steam-shrouded mare. Eclipsed yelped when Wispy pressed into her back, palmed both her sizable breasts, and honked them twice with a mischievous snicker. “Gotcha! Honk honk!”

“Will 'o Wisp,” snarled Eclipsed with a roll of her eyes.

“Sorry! Couldn't resist, Princess Butterbuns! You're too hot and sexy, Chinyan~!” She winked and blew a kiss at her, then her shiny slit cat's eyes went to the phone. “Ohoho~! Sending him some coy nudes? Wonder if this little baby can livestream across separate dimensions, too? Aiyah!”

“Wispy, don't-” Yet she'd already snatched the phone away. Hands-on her hips while soap suds ran down her curves, Eclipsed lamented, “Seriously, Will o’ Wisp? Someday, I'll have to teach you about proper boundaries!”

“Nyah~! But where's the fun in that?” Wispy snickered and suddenly typed, “SEND NUDEZ! SHOW ME DAT DICK!” She laughed and dodged around Eclipsed's attempts to grab back the phone as the women slid across the wet tiles, the kunoichi easily able to dance around her attempts.

In desperation, Eclipsed tackled her to the floor and snatched back her phone, hardly mindful of how their nude, slippery bodies squished as she furiously typed back an explanation and apology to Bass, who, to her relief, answered, “I figured as much. But it's nice to see you.” The male siren's face appeared on the screen, connected by the Glamorguis’ advanced tech when the couple live streamed at each other.

Despite separation across dimensions, they were able to see and hear their partner clearly, and traded warm smiles.

Still straddled atop her, Wispy smushed her breasts into Eclipsed's and leered at Bass. “How about we put on a show for him, Princess Butterbuns? What good-for-nothing boyfriend wouldn't want to see his hot babe lezz out~?” She squirmed atop the pinned mare, a twinkle in her slit, cat-styled eyes.

“The loyal kind,” reminded Bass as Eclipsed firmly shoved her bandmate off. “Not every man is as lecherous as you make them out to be!”

Wispy sat on her striped bottom and pouted, “Spoilsport!”

“Look,” said Eclipsed, who rose. “You can help me bathe. But no funny business!” She'd gotten used to her bandmate's antics by now and relaxed her muscles as Wispy soaped her up, rubbed her skin and fur, and then helped wash her down. She, in turn, also bathed the nekomata with a hum.

A mild blush painted Bass' face, but he didn't look away. With a subtle wink and nod to offer permission from Eclipsed, he undid his pants and started to stroke himself, his shirt undone one button at a time. It wasn't unusual to share a slow, sensual masturbation session when they were apart to help them bond.

Guiding the nekomata's hand to her bare pussy, Eclipsed directed Wispy to stroke her slit, slow at first, her love button teased from its hood. In turn, she rubbed Wispy's own downy soft slot, felt its pussylips swell and squish under her touch.
The pair moaned with Bass, who rubbed his cock faster at the display.

“Goddess...I want you, Bass...I want you inside me,” whispered his lover.

“Me too. I wish I could hold and make love to you,” he replied, sizable cock in hand when he stroked it steadily.

Wispy nibbled on the mare's ear while she plunged a couple of fingers into her twat with one hand, while the other palm a sizable tit, which she rolled and tweaked its erect nipple. “Bet you two fuck in secret before our concerts all the time. Dick her down raw until your cum is dripping down her leg on stage~.”

“It's...not quite like that,” squeaked Eclipsed, barely able to hold her phone. “More...romantic...”

“Bah! Pussy is pussy,” replied Wispy, who, from the blush on Eclipsed's and Bass' faces, made clear they teetered on the edge of release. “Cum hard for her stud,” she all but demanded, grabbed the phone, and mashed it against Eclipsed's cunt and asshole, the pliable flesh lewdly squished and flattened when it entirely filled the screen on Bass' end. He and Eclipsed howled out a shared climax in unison.

His cum painted his phone screen. Eclipsed's squirts likewise sluiced over her own, Bass' eyes locked on her squished flat snatch and asshole, which puckered and contracted as she splashed out her love and lust for him, her unmentionables swathed in a film of his own continual releases of spunk.

“Fuck, that's hot,” hissed Wispy between clenched teeth as she contracted around Eclipsed's own intrusive digits and came around them. The three of them shook from their climax, until Eclipsed and Wispy sunk to the tiled floor while Bass collapsed back, momentarily spent, onto his bed.

Kneeling on the floor while the drizzle continued to fall on the pair partially, a lewd squish sounded from Wispy's fingers when they withdrew from the mare's depths, tethered by pussy juices still connected to the well-explored slit she'd schlicked silly. The tigress murmured, “Have a taste, Chinyan~.”

Hesitating a moment, sure Bass still watched them, Eclipsed nonetheless closed her eyes and took the presented digits into her lips. She suckled on the slick fingers in a slow, sensuous manner, overcome by curiosity, and relished the sweet and savory taste of her own excited marehood.

When she finally withdrew with a wet smack, Eclipsed admitted with a mild blush, “I...taste nice.”

Their shower finished up. Eclipsed cleaned her phone and blew Bass a final kiss before she turned it off. Then, she and Wispy exited the stall and toweled down, used to such intimacy since they often needed to bathe between concert sessions. It made her think of poor Kitsune, left back on the ship. Hopefully Kyube treated her well.

With help from Wispy, she had the dancer's costume delivered to her in private and slipped into it. As she feared, it was at least a size too small for her, and she threatened to fall out of its confines anytime she made a sharp, wild movement. Nonetheless, she soon returned to the pub with a cheery smile.

All eyes were drawn to Eclipsed, who took a small bow, as some of the minotaurs and holstaurs even briefly mistook her for Cerise, the princess that helped protect Hammerfall. Redrum put on a record, and she started to dance her heart out, not on the level of her counterpart, but certainly no slouch!

Some of the holstaurs barmaids danced with her, while the others continued their deliveries, their milky titties left to bounce atop the trays they carried. Wispy and Ana ordered a number of refills, until the nekomata moaned and clutched her belly after she drank her twelfth cup. “Gah! I don't feel so well…”

Eclipsed whirled faster, determined to live up to Cerise's reputation as a heroine to the people of Hammerfall. She adjusted her costume on occasion, unable to help the occasional nipple slip or how it slid halfway down her bottom, the upper half of her exposed buttcheeks pinched by thin, flimsy cloth.

She beamed back at Middy, who in particular couldn't pull his gaze aside, while Beatrix and Moonlight returned to their waitress duties alongside Moxxi and Wispy, despite how sore the nekomata remained after she'd drank too much. Redrum put on another record when roosters crowed in the distance. The sun started to crawl from the horizon, Hammerfall left in a sleepy state despite these troubled times.

*****

Later that same day—night, it was hard to tell without any sunlight; when Moonlight River woke up, she found herself back in Moon Hammer's bed. The minute the blacksmith entered in but a towel, having gotten out of a shower, the bat mare immediately pulled the minotaur chief to her and, with a blush, declared, “I need you. Now.”

With a haughty grin on his snout, Moon Hammer wasted no time, and the mare found her ankles up around the side of her head, her ass raised when he entered her with a ball's deep thrust.
Her buttcheeks clapped, and the bed bounced under his fearsome pistons. Driven into a mating press as her impaled cunt dripped down her puckered asshole and her medium tits slapped, she cried out, “YES!” Over and over, he fucked all the pain away from the poor mare while his nostrils flared.

Thankfully, she'd had enough sense to drink another protective potion before he really started to go to town, much better able to take his size after so much practice, but still needing to make sure her insides were extra stretchy to be safe. Much as she adored the bull, she didn't want to be fucked to death!

Behind them, Marathyssa hummed, once more nude save for an apron and in her sparkly crystal mare form, while she cooked them breakfast. She asked, “One lump of sugar or two?”

“T-two-oh~! Huh. Wish I could have my second hole filled,” wheezed the well-fucked Moonie.

“This one could help with that,” said Marathyssa, who set aside the food she prepared for a moment, approached the couple, and bent forward, where she ran her tongue across Moonie's wet butthole. She kissed and licked at the ring of puckered flesh, swathed in her sweet juices and his dense precum.

Twisting and shifting himself so that Moon Hammer remained in Moonie's cunt but now faced away from her, his hands still holding Moonlight's ankles, Marathyssa undid her apron and shifted her crotch until a thick stallionhood arose from her. Then, the changeling carefully stuffed the dick into Moonie's rectum and started to help claim her, their cocks almost able to touch between the thin layer of mare flesh.

“Fuck!” She practically screamed and came on the two dicks stuffed into her well-used holes. Felt them piston in and out, one withdrawn to the tip while the other pushed in and clapped her raw.
She tried not to let her mind wander to all that had happened to her. All the betrayals and humiliations. The stallion soldiers that attempted to rape her, an arrow pierced from the lead rapist's throat, and his hot blood splattered across her bare breasts while they heaved and she'd frozen up in shock.

Nor were they alone. The moment they had some more downtime, Moon Hammer invited Dion and the quadruplets over, where they often heard them fuck in another room. Someone would routinely stop to check on the calves on occasion, usually Marathyssa between rounds.

With a loud plap, the duo withdrew from Moonie's lower holes, which ran with their seed. Her butt landed back on the bed with a bounce, and she sat up then lazily stretched wide with a loud yawn.

Moon Hammer asked, “Breakfast anyone?” He accepted a strawberry Marathyssa fed him.

“Maybe in a few minutes.” Moonlight wiped her orifices with a tissue, tossed it into a trash bin, and rose from the bed the chief had moved into the living room for these purposes. She laid out a mat across the floor he used to train and started to exercise in the nude, well aware his eyes were on her when she purposefully took her time to limber up and located another estrus potion. No doubt she'd need it, since she wanted to be fucked raw for a few more hours!

Dion strode into the room, equally naked as the set of twins that leaned on each arm, their cutie marks shining in resonance. He whistled in appreciation. “Heh. A very peculiar way tae exercise, lass. Mind if Ah help sport ye?”

The bat mare continued to stretch and heaved her shoulders. “Mmngh… be my guest~.”

Hastily, Moonie downed the estrus potion, and her belly was immediately on fire, alongside her hot, wet loins. The ram's hands closed around her buttocks when the quadruplets pulled away, and she was lifted up.

The ram's red cock thrust into her, taking him balls deep in one firm push to her core. While few could hope to match a minotaur's awesome size, he filled her more comfortably without a potion's aid!

Marathyssa watched the ram slam the thestral into a wall while they screwed and continued to feed the chief. “Remember, this one can fulfill any fantasy you have.” She directed one of his palms to a tit, which expanded its size under his touch, and likewise, her bottom bloomed under her will.

His already hard shaft bobbed and leaked. “Shame we may not have time for this soon.” As Marathyssa settled into his lap and sank into her, he said, “I hate to leave anyone out...”

“Don't worry about us,” said one of the succubi crystal twins, Foal-Bearer. “Since we're demons...”

“...we can alter our bodies to a certain extent, too! Watch!” Wet Nurse demonstrated as she and her twin stretched their own flesh with a hiss until stallionhoods arose from their own crotches. A more dominant side came to the forefront when they slapped the asses of the half-bovine, half-mare butts of Strawberry and Blue Moon, who prostrated naked on all fours on the bed in preparation to be mounted.

Without ceremony, the succubi, who'd provided themselves each with a twin pair of shafts, pushed into the presented holes of their doubles. The quadruplets moaned in unison with a shared shimmer of their cutie marks, the wide asses of Strawberry and Blue spanked as they were railed senseless.

Marathyssa felt felt herself lifted and still impaled on Moon Hammer when they stood, the protoquen's ample ass squished against Moonlight's when the females were harshly pounded by the minotaur and ram, their buttcheeks clapped into each other each time the women were laid into with brutish lust.

Dion felt his mare's tits rise and fall on his scarred chest and proclaimed, “Gods above, this is th' life!”

“You said it, brother,” replied Moon Hammer, who returned his fist bump and carefully studied the movements of Marathyssa's face, like the ram determined to make certain they kept their partners satisfied. Thankfully, all the ladies quivered, mewled, and, on occasion, splashed out their lust.

Marathyssa interlinked her fingers with Moonlight while their sweaty asses collided under each fierce hump, their other free hands wrapped around the shoulders of the males that took them. “We're practically sisters,” she whispered to her between hushed moans. “Bonded over skinship.”

“Y-yeah,” hissed Moonie and squeezed her hand back. “I've needed this so bad.” After the studs came in them with loud roars of triumph, both women were then twisted face-to-face, their tits mashed when they were bred anew.

The bat mare felt comforted in their presence. But she also knew that with Moon Hammer, she'd also always play second fiddle to another woman. And Middy had come to her rescue in her time of need. Perhaps he could still become the stallion she knew he could be, with time. It's that same potential which had first drawn Cerise to him.
She and Marathyssa felt their arms drawn behind them by the wrists while they were dominated by their studs, and the two women locked lips when they explored each other's wet mouths. She nibbled on the protoquen's lips. Felt the nubs of their nipples rub whenever their sweat-soaked, shapely titties slapped.

Their eyes rolled into their heads as they lost count of how many times they came. On occasion, her mind wandered to the herd she left, and badly wished they could be reunited once more.

A commotion outside shook the building. Groaning her frustration, Moonlight withdrew Dion from her slippery depths, hopped off, and raced to the window which she peered out of.
From here, she could see the adult district around the pub, where a contest was apparently underway. “What the-” By her side Dion arrived, and also paused to watch the match that was underway. A wrestling ring had quickly been thrown together from available materials near the holstaur fountain that spewed recycled milk from sculpted marble udders. The challenger made his way past the ropes and into the pit.
The crowd of excited fem cows hollered when the bull-headed demi-human removed his cloak in one fling, flexing his stacked physique with dramatic poses. His rock-hard abs and pectorals sparkled like shiny stones. The only thing keeping the burly demon from being fully nude was the much too small man thong barely containing his fat flaccid chod.

“Welcome to supreme chad city, boys and girls,” greeted Arron with a cocky smirk stretching his lips. “Population: Me~!”

“Oh, great! Just what we needed. More inflated male testosterones,” snarked Moonlight with a roll of her eyes.

“And yet you’re still hanging around the chieftain’s bullpin like it’s a daily rodeo show,” retorted the golden demon. “Funny how things work~.”
The thestral said nothing, only offering a flustered glare and surprised he could hear her mutter from so far away.

“But enough about hussies who need to return to the streets,” Arron waved off. “We're here to honor the ancient art of wrestling. By getting down and dirty in our very roots. Now, which one of you so-called minotaur ‘warriors’ has the stones to get in this mud pit with me and walk out the better man?”

As he jumped into the gooey mud, Arron lifted the shades off his nose, eying both Moon Hammer and Dion, who were both deeply eager to put the flamboyant heel back in his place.
“Come on, smithy! Show your people you haven’t lost touch. Or what about you, lamb chops? I bet I’d get a great workout session with you~! Hell! I’ll take both you losers on, just to give you guys a fair—”

The burly demi’s taunting was cut off by a megaphone Redrum used to announce, “And in this corner, the amazing tag team of our very own Creamy Canyon and Milky Mountains!” Claps and cheers resounded when the bovines approached in their cow print bikinis and ripped them off to bear their own shapeliness without any shame.

Arron recoiled with disgust and barked, “Hey, now, wait just a damn minute! I didn’t sign up to put on that kind of show for you udder-brained cattle! I don’t swing that way!”

“It’s an open challenge, dumbass,” reminded the confident Creamy. “Anyone is allowed to fight.”

“What’s wrong, big boy? Afraid you’ll lose to us girls,” the sleepy-eyed Milky retorted, swaying her heavy udders around mockingly at the demihuman.

The wrestler demon sighed. “Look, you might be tall and well-built amazonians and lovely at that. But those airbags and baby fat won’t cushion you when you run straight into the wall! Not without some weird voodoo bullshit, anyway…”

Creamy snorted and smacked her fist into an open palm. “Don't underestimate us, honey!”

“What she said,” added the sleepy-eyed Milky.

“You did agree to a handicap, after all! What did you have in mind? Maybe you'll take us on with one arm tied behind your back?”

“Hahaha! You know what? I’m game. Because one hand or no hands, I’m still taking you hoes back to the streets from which you came! Now, who wants to make Hammerfall some money!?”

Fresh cheers arose as Arron allowed one of the referees to tie back his arm. In truth, the demi meant nothing of the trash talk he spewed to rile up the bovines. It was just for show. No usage of his full strength or Onoma, for he had no intention of causing serious harm to the couple. Whoever won, tickets purchased by attendees would help Hammerfall's funds soar to the top!
Not that Arron believed they had a real chance, no matter what dirty tricks they pulled!

A bell sounded. Oil splashed around the bouncy bovines that bounded at him. He stood his ground to meet their reckless charge, their heads lowered to batter him with their small horns. He found the small nubs on their skulls more cute than deadly and snickered when they rammed him.

“Really proving me wrong here, ladies,” he mocked with a smirk, each of them held by one of their horns, one between his clenched teeth since his dominant arm was padlocked by a chain behind him. Then, Arron casually lifted and tossed them into the oil with a splash, earning some heated boos from the crowd. To which he responded with a laugh and shouted, “That’s what I do!!”

Despite how severely watered down this bout was, Arron found some amusement and fun. The more he worked up the crowd, the more the adrenaline kicked in. Ain’t no way he was gonna end this fast!

“Ouch,” Milky whined and rubbed her spotted bottom. “Yeesh, he’s no joke. We need a new plan...!”

Creamy snorted and flared her nostrils as her partner was soaked from the neck down in oil that left their flesh slick and shiny under the sun, Aaron's muscles similarly bronzed. “Screw that,” the cow woman bellowed, rubbed a foot across the pit in anticipation with a snort, then heedlessly rushed back in.

This time, Arron lowered his head, and their horns locked. His toes curled into the pit to hold his place, the darker-colored spotted bovine unable to move him an inch despite her attempts.
“Hey, not bad,” he snickered. “I almost felt that! Kinda tickled my horns a littl—augh!” Distracted by Creamy's horns locked with his own, he barely noticed Milky had risen...nor the jump kick the sleepy pale bovine launched, until both her feet collided with his ribs and nudged him backward.
Settled on his butt, he rubbed his side. “Heh. Good form,” he freely admitted.

Milky smiled. “Thank you! Um, I didn't bruise you, did I Mister Arron?” Creamy facepalmed at her partner.

“Pha! Please.” Arron shook his head and hopped back onto his feet.

This time, Creamy's horns struck his lower back from behind. Arron skidded along the oily mud pit, cackling as he completely dropped his villainous persona. “Woo! You two sure are tough; I’ll give ya that! Guess it's true that halstaurs are bred big and bold! You probably could've crushed those stallion grunts easily if they weren't armed!”

“Yeah,” answered Creamy as she and Milky grappled with him. “We don't have the sheer numbers of those ponies or changelings, so the ladies here have trained to defend themselves, too!” Together, they slammed him into the oil and used their combined weight to try and pin his bulk.

“I know we're amateurs,” whined Milky in a slow voice. “But we try so hard! We let those nasty soldiers do whatever they wanted to us, all so we could help support Hammerfall's empty coffers!”
“Money, information...we all play our part,” noted Creamy. “We can't all be born badasses like you, honey!”

Arron tossed them off him to more triumphant cheers and continued to intentionally draw out the show while more people made generous donations to an overflowing pot. “Rule thirty-two in the temple of Arron. Don’t just admire me—become me! Now, as much as I’m having fun, we have to end this soon! So prepare yourselves, ladies!”

While the next round started up, Seb paused to observe from the distance. “Damn… even the knucklehead is getting some action!”

The pin-striped devil grunted when he was pulled on by Julianne, who softly reminded, “Now, now, Sebastion. This is supposed to be our date~!”

“Oh, c’mon. You wanted a tour of Hammerfall, yeah? That means the adult district, too! I don't want to miss this chance since we’re likely leaving this place soon! And, lovely ladies aside, there's probably all kinds of bets on the match underway and I want to chip in-ack! Hey! E-Easy with the squeezing!”

“Ehh? Oh, my apologies!” She released his arm, apparently unaware of her tightly she gripped the demon.

“Erm… everything okay, Jules?” Seb asked with genuine concern. “You seemed spaced out.”
As always, the rosy-haired nun wore a pleasant smile and reassured, “I’m fine. I just don’t want to waste what little time we have together on blackjacks and hookers. May we instead head inside for a drink? I’m quite parched.”

Seb remained suspicious but shrugged it off and guided his date towards the other food establishment that was more geared towards the local families.

Unbeknownst to the gambling demi, Julianne intentionally kept her distance. Not so much from the adult section, despite her evident distaste for it. But the hounds that tried to shadow them in secret. At first, she'd wondered whether they were Brutus Grimmwald's Grimm...until realization dawned on the nun.

As the couple entered the establishment, Julianne cast her outstretched smile toward the rooftops. A pair of feminine silhouettes ducked down almost impossibly fast, which made her titter.

“What the hell!” whispered Bellatrix Primadonna as she hid behind a perch, shuddering. “She looked straight at us! Whatever this nun really is, she’s got razor-sharp reflexes, I must confess.”

Atalanta nodded slowly at her side, also hidden on a rooftop so high it overlooked the entirety of Hammerfall. “When I met the founder of the reaper order, Carnifex Grayscale, he claimed one of our own was closer than I initially believed. I can't see Julianne's aura, but I suspect she’s hiding it..!”

The bemused she-devil mused, “So then you’re certain? That the cheery nun is actually an avatar of death…?”

When the reaper demi nodded, the scarlet-skinned succubus scoffed. “At this point, I’m not even surprised. It's been nothing but misfortunes and bad luck on our side. But at least she’s not doing anything actively hostile…”

Atalanta narrowed her icy gray eyes. “…yet.”

Bellatrix patted her shoulder. “Look, as long as Seb is by her side, I doubt she’ll make a move. Not unlike Arron.” She motioned at the match underway.

“Guess it's useless to track her,” the death angel said with a sigh. “Somehow, she's able to sense and evade my hounds constantly.” Atalanta mentally recalled her shadowy canine familiars (save for one guarding the UFO), vanishing into the darkness of back alleys.

Bellatrix mused, “From what Ana has told me, Julianne liked to punish her nuns with bondage in some underground torture dungeon below her chapel. I could always call on my Onoma, Gehenna. Keep 'Miss Mother Superior' chained up while you interrogate her at your leisure...”

“As fitting and tempting as that may be, probably not a wise idea for many reasons,” soured Atalanta.

“I tease, of course. Let her keep her secrets…” A mischievous grin spread her lips, spaded tail wagging excitedly. “… We’ll just have to save the chains for Zeloph the next time we romp~.”

This made Atalanta titter a bit. “Oooh, trust me. Now that I’m alive and well, I’m not letting him leave my sights ever again. I’d let this storm tear the multiverse asunder before I’m parted from my beloved. Especially when I need to be mounted…”

Sensing a small invitation, Bellatrix shuffled behind the reaper and ran her hands over her exposed stomach, gliding them over to cup each of her small breasts. Earning a short gasp and shudder as Atalanta leaned deep into her companion’s plush breasts. “Mmm. Y’know we’re brood mates now, right?” She asked in a succulent tone. “We both carry Zell’s progeny and, therefore, share equal rights to his cock. But we also have to look out for each other.”

“Haahh… Yes,” moaned the reaper angel, sensitive nubs hardening under black talons, which pinched and twisted between her fingers. “I-If all goes well, we’ll be responsible for all three great divides. Above… below… and in between!”

Bella cooed into her ear, her tail entertwined with hers. “I, as queen of hell. With Alma by my side and a child to inherit my reign. You, beautiful goddess of death, to govern and deliver wayward souls to their eternal resting grounds. And dear Zeloph, now Aether King. He’ll likely remake heaven to provide healing and sanctuary to those in need.” The she-devil mewled with anticipation. “Just imagining life after this dreadful war fills me with great determination and joy.”

“A-Aahh… I sense something else is filling our minds with these desirable outcomes,” murmured Atalanta, noting how Bella molested her tiny tits before reaching into her bottoms to stroke her aching loins. Not that she did anything to stop her… “Never would I consider opening myself like this to anyone but Zeloph. And yet… I find myself disturbingly intrigued with the idea of open fornication. Combine this and my revelations with Julianne; something awful is happening.”

“Truly,” exhaled Bellatrix, who pulled her partner around to face her properly. “For only something so terrible and out of left field can feel this fucking good~!”

Despite their awareness of the situation, the two anti-heroines rationale was overridden by their body’s baser instincts, which drove them to make out and grind themselves on the rooftop.

The lustful atmosphere wasn’t lost on them, as after Moonlight had finished watching the wrestlers, her hips were seized once more by Dion, who plunged his cock back into her cunt. Her breasts bounced while he took her roughly, heedless of how the thestral was bent over halfway out the house and anyone that passed could see them copulate. In fact, it only made her wetter and she constricted harder around the ram while she shamelessly moaned her brains out and her cheeks were clapped and slapped by the dominant ram stud.

“Nnaagh! Too bad Ah couldn't have a match wit Arron,” noted Dion while he rutted her with renewed fierceness.

Moonie craned her neck to meet him with sultry eyes while he clapped the mare's toned cheeks, her tail pulled by one of his fists. “Pft! And miss this? Six-unf-potential ladies to breed raw?”

“Aye, good point,” he said with a grin and delivered another sharp spank to her ass, which rippled once she cooed in appreciation, the slits on her upper back exposed since she had put away her prosthetics. She narrowed her eyes and teased him with a sly taunt. “That's the best you can do, since you can't match the chief's awesome size~?”

“Oh, A'll show ye chief size!”

The burly warrior playfully spread one of her buttcheeks, spat on her butthole, and thumbed it. Then, Dion redoubled his efforts to lay into her, her face split wider in a smile. She moaned, "Yeaaah! That's it, stud! Tear that pussy up~!

By the time the last round ended, Creamy and Milky pouted, unable to overcome Arron, who nonetheless congratulated their resilience and determination. Redum provided him with a trophy, which he raised aloft with a bellow, and even Julianne stopped to clap for the champion softly.

However, Moonie found little time to focus on that and was tossed back onto the bed. She found herself straddled on Moon Hammer, who sank into her stretched and creamed cunt, while Dion lubed up her asshole some more before he drove back in, the bat mare sandwiched between the manly studs.

Marathyssa also went to all fours and slid her ample, expanded ass into Moonie's face, which the thestral started to knead, kiss, lick, and suck, the protoquen's pussy and butthole a nice meal for the famished bat mare.

The ex-cadet perspired and mewled, her mane and tail pulled and soaked. She'd demanded the dirtiest, filthiest sex possible, and they provided until she was an exhausted, well-used mess.
Then, she cuddled between the nude, sweaty forms of Strawberry and Blue Moon, who also dripped cum from their well-used, stretched orifices. Dion cuddled with his own wives, while Marathyssa draped herself over Moon Hammer, all of the lovers contented.

*****

While everyone in the ville was occupied with the festivities, Shining Armor was allowed limited freedom to traverse Hammerfall, due to Marathyssa's deal with Moon Hammer. The fallen paladin couldn't stray too far from his handlers, not that he could move fast with his prosthetic leg he struggled to adjust to, but the stallion had come close enough to see Moonlight halfway out the window when she was railed into a stupefied mess.

An ambivalent mixture of emotions immediately hit him. Lust, from the expression on her afire face, the bounce and sway of her bare breasts. Guilt and shame of how he'd used and abused then discarded her, after she'd been so loyal and admired her teacher.

He slipped away from his watchers. Just for a moment, to be alone. He knew it was a foolish risk. But he'd simply claim he needed to take a leak in private when he took care of business!
Which was half true. With the ex-cadet still in his mind when he vanished into a back alley, Shining looked around to make sure he was alone, whipped out his dark cock, and started to masturbate furiously. “Just...need a minute or two,” he wheezed and fantasized about all kinds of beauties.

His eyes closed to help him visualize the mares he lusted after better. He took little notice of how the temperature momentarily fell around him, and put it down to a breeze that rolled through, nor did he notice the thin miasma that rolled about the area. Wet lips suddenly wrapped around the head of his cock.

His eyes shot open. “B...Beatrix?!” The witch knelt before him, her leotard banished to put her body on full display, her mane in twintails when she wetly popped her mouth off his slick dick.

She rubbed his shaft on her cheek and smeared his precum into her skin and fur, her eyes half-lidded. “Mmm~. Hello there, ‘daddy.’ Swear to take care of my friends and family, be loyal, and I'll be yours!” She swayed her boobs at him.

“Th-this is so fast...oh~!” She pushed his hands away to fully take him into her throat, bobbed her head up and down, noisily and messily sucked him off without shame as her pussy winked and dripped onto the earth. With a low hiss, he seized her unicorn horn and fiercely bucked her face, fully lost to his lust.

She was the daughter of another Shining Armor from some distant, alternate dimension. Yet that simply made him more excited, spurred him to release her horn and instead pull on her pigtails when he continued to stretch and hammer her throat, his testicles soon swathed in her warm slobber.

“Glk! Glk! Glk!” She all but choked around his fat horsecock and precum when he hammered her face, fully aware she could handle the abuse.

Lost in a rut mania by the eerie mists, since with Marathyssa away, Shining Armor had no one to fulfill his needs. He removed himself, lifted Beatrix up by her ass, then shoved his dick into her moist twat. She crossed her limbs behind him, whorishly moaned as her bubbly backside smacked into the alley wall.

The paladin felt her heavy titties squashed into his barrel chest, prodded by her perky wide nipples, and remained blissfully unaware he was lost in a dream spurred on by his observers.
From the eyes of a tiny insect, a changeling-eldritch abomination hybrid, Vox was able to spy on Hammerfall to a limited extent despite miles upon miles of distance between the town and his army. To pull this off, he needed to stand stationary, allowing temporary freedom for his enslaved King Sombra.

Even a minuscule changeling could be sensed by Deinos or Marathyssa, were they to end up too close. Not to mention, he had no idea what kind of devastation the downed U.F.O. could potentially unleash! Perhaps it harbored all kinds of advanced weaponry or even an entire armada ready to attack...

“Primitive fools,” snickered the parasite attached in the tyrant’s mouth, his forces stationed more to the north of the continent. With the Cult of the Nemesis's aid, they let the mists roll in at small intervals, yet took care to keep most of Hammerfall unalerted. Anyone touched and thus intoxicated by the mists proved more vulnerable to the depraved, almost psychedelic influence of Lady She'ba, their base lusts stirred.

By the time the fallen paladin spilled his seed, he had snapped back awake and rubbed his mane with a harsh blush when his minotaur handlers found him and stared him down. 'Beatrix' was nowhere to be found. They shoved him back into town while he lamely explained his need to bust a nut.

“So concerned with unwarranted self-importance, they neglect the unseen invader slipping right through them. Right… Sombra?”

Vox allowed his host’s ability to speak freely, and the unamused dark sorcerer rebutted, “Do not compare me with that pathetic whelp, bug! He willingly threw away control, whereas I was robbed! The moment I can move on my own, I will tear you out and crush you before the—” Sombra frigates and painfully yowls as the pallid louse takes back control. Every attempt to resist makes the stallion woozy and weaker.

“Struggling is futile,” said Vox. “Time is but a meaningless measurement in the grand scheme of things. It won’t be long until I’ve fully linked with White Shadow Penumbra’s body and mind. Then you’ll both be nothing more than agitated memories of who you once were. Still, I do like this half-baked plan of yours. If only to see it come to fruition and fuel the burning hatred that lives inside Fiery Kickstart.” The tongue louse chittered with giddy as he used the possessed stallion’s hand to motion forth a pair of reanimated corpses that stumbled over towards the enchanted suits of armor that flanked his sides. “Yes… I believe these two will be the catalyst that’ll push him over the edge. Speaking of which, let us see what our ‘Supreme Commander’ is plotting.” Vox shifted his psionic vision to another Mi-Go spy, who was tracking Fiery Kickstart's movements across the wilderness.

As he anticipated, the army was headed towards the hidden breeding camp. A pitstop before their return to the Crystal Empire. They would stop to make camp on occasion, Fiery unaware that Panna and Chezka had abandoned him. Instead, the shirtless and fire-scarred Supreme Commander practiced his swordsmanship and Onoma in private amidst a clearing. The schematics stolen from Hammerfall were kept in rolled-up scrolls not far away as his blade arced in a blaze of fire with each well-practiced swipe.
The mustard pegasus also kept what scraps of damaged or lost minotaur technology he could with the scrolls, most of his engineers safely back in the Crystal Empire or the breeding camp. Once he met up with them, they could uncover their secrets and start to reverse-engineer them for his use!

The knowledge of his potential triumph made his inferno burn brighter, carefully controlled under his precise movements. Fiery stroked his burn-scarred hand to the equally marked half of his face and proclaimed in a murmur, “The pyres of war obey me. I am the master! I will not be consumed by them again!”

“Bold to assume you had any form of control to begin with,” commented Vox. “Nonetheless, the very fire you wield shall beacon the swarm!”
He could potentially march far south and ambush them now, but he must remain on course for the breeding camp. Chrysalis’ orders were to seize it so that they could fill their ranks much faster than ever!

Of course, to reach the hidden land, they would have to march through the most dangerous, unstable portion of the continent. Where the all-but-extinct Amazon tribe once called home...
Sombra's spy searched further. Some of the stallions drank, played cards, slept, trained, or were on watch, but whenever he listened in he picked up little of interest, since most of what they chatted about was already known to him. He then spotted a lone bat mare in the camp, his curiosity piqued.

He drew on Penumbra's memories. “Ahh. Autumn Equinox. How the mighty have fallen.” She'd hidden herself in a tent where old weapons, armor, and equipment were stored, tearing off the scanty two-piece maid costume and fixing her Mohawk-style mane. Behind a junk pile, the muscular bat mare curled up naked into a ball and claimed some fitful shut-eye, her muscled buttcheek branded by Fiery's burnt on handprint.

“Goddamned bastard,” she muttered to herself, half-awake. Her one eye shot open when she heard a rustle of metal and reached for her fishhook gauntlet. Mere inches away it waited, only for a boot to stamp her hand. “Fuck! Who fucking dares—” She glared up at the stallion that smirked down at her, surrounded by several more like him.

“Fiery insisted you remain in uniform, lieutenant,” he chortled. “Told us to take full reins of your punishment if you ever tried taking it off~.”
“Filthy bastard scum! I’ll kill you if you try to—ughagh!!”

Equinox was on her feet swifter than anticipated, wrenched her hand free from under his boot, and elbowed his snout. Bone crunched, and hot blood splashed her arm. He crumpled with a whimper while she kneed another stallion in the balls and grinned at the satisfying crunch that met her ears.

Unfortunately, even with them unarmed and unarmored, there were far too many of them. She managed to cripple a couple more with punches, kicks, and bites before she was slammed into the junk pile, the wind partially knocked from her under his weight. She hissed once an arm was wrenched behind her back, and a ravenous hand clutched around her branded buttock, which the stallion kneaded like she was his toy.

“Stubborn cunt. You outta remember your place,” he barked, slapping her branded ass cheek, making her seeth with pain.

“Narrggh! It’ll take more than a train of limpdick faggots to break me-ack!” Her words were cut off when one of them dumped the contents of a bottle into her mouth, which she accidentally swallowed before she spat out the rest. All the while, more hands felt her up all over, breasts grabbed and tugged on from the circle of stallions around her.

From how her core burned, her nipples painfully stiffened to fullness before her eye, and her pussylips started to swell while they dripped her lust and winked, she knew it must be some sort of concoction to induce estrus, often used by Fiery's men to keep more resistant mares in line and make them submit.

Glazed eye, dulled brain, how her anus puckered and her leather plume spread, her muscles relaxed, and her face flushed as she was rendered submissive and breedable…she momentarily panicked with a skip of her heart, then reminded herself these potions were only temporary. She hoped. Until then, she'd simply have to ride it out, the first cock pushed deep into her split cunt with a wet squish.

“All that talk, and yet you're so hot and tight for me,” the stallion taunted, humping his hips into hers. “Just admit it: you want to be used like a cheap cum dumpster~! That's why you came!”

“Fuck you,” she murmured, shaken each time he pounded into her.

“Way ahead of you, bitch!” More laughter surrounded Equinox as her body betrayed her, submissive to them by drug-induced lust. She was partially pulled onto a side so that another grunt could push into her rectum. Yet even in her compromised state, none had the courage to force themselves on her mouth and instead contented themselves as they fondled their bitch and rubbed their wet cocks all over her.

“Don't ruin this for me! Tighten up that asshole,” another mocked, who slapped her branded ass with a loud crack.

“C’mon, open wide,” declared another, who blew his load across her face, tits, and belly. “This is how all mares should serve on the battlefield. Comforting the boys as our personal pocket pussies!”

Once more, when they emptied themselves in and on her and the stallions switched out, Equinox silently swore to kill them all someday. She’s suffered worse. This was only a temporary setback that she could come back from, no problem. She was a survivor. She would adapt. Like usual.

Nonetheless, Equinox coughed and choked on another load shot into her mouth, the dick aimed at her lips. She snapped out, bit the presented cock, and made him yank back with a yelp. Some of them laughed, while another punched her in the gut and made her vomit up more spunk across her tits.

They redoubled their efforts to gangbang her into complete submission, determined to break her spirit before they wore her out. Nonetheless, she persevered and refused to surrender despite their violent treatment while they fucked her.
Hours later, when they were done and exhausted, she was covered in a number of bites, bruises, and cuts, her stretched lower holes left to gape wide open and drool out their cum.

“Wusses,” she declared and mustered what dignity she could, tempted to murder them while they slept. But then she'd be worse off than ever, branded a traitor and hunted since she couldn't exactly claim self-defense at that point.
Especially since she reasoned Fiery likely sent them, wanting to teach Equinox her place in his order after refusing to hand her trump card over so easily. She continued to keep the hyper-stallion sample hidden from him.

She slipped out into the camp and found a small river that cut across nearby to cleanse the humiliation and semen staining her, muscles sore and tender. “Shit. How many times did the fuckers cum in me? Glad Viscera made sure I can't be knocked up!” It seemed only because of that villainous vulture that she'd made it this far. Quietly, she bathed and tried not to shed a sole tear.

Amused by what he'd seen, Vox allowed Sombra some control once more, so he could focus on sapping the body of its essence for nutrients. The tyrant shuddered and snarled with fury, feeling that little parasite weakening his flesh, veins bulging as his heart worked harder to pump more royal blood to keep his body circulated while the spokesman taxed his borrowed arteries.

At least he could barely feel the presence of White Shadow Penumbra anymore. This body's original owner was pushed down into the depths of his soul. With a wave of his scimitar, he commanded his nearby subjects to adorn themselves in suits of armor before joining the march.

They fell into step behind his army, filled by the ranks of changelings, cultists, and beast-like chimera/manticore hybrids he borrowed from Queen Chrysalis that were usually used in the hive's arena. They didn't have to travel far across the thick forests before they ran into the troupe of whores, also headed to the breeding camp.

The hood of her cloak cast back, Tree Hugger bowed. “Salutations, dude. I knew if the girls and I hurried, we'd like to be able to catch up with you. Your men must be totally tired. Why not, like, let us serve you?” She undid the front of her cloak and allowed it to drape down to her feet, her nude body revealed.

Sombra reflexively licked his chops, despite Vox's attempts to retain total control. His body seemed to move on its own until he was upon the lead prostitute, his cock shoved into her cunt with the squish of a split wide open slit.

His army followed his lead, changelings driven to breed fertile mares by baser instincts, while the cult indulged in lust and depravity to further empower their so-called greater goddess. Worshiping her name with their bodies, sating themselves on whores whose wombs were infected by the parasitic larvae.

The troupe of prostitutes serviced them, the woods soon a sea of nude flesh. They were mounted by men, monsters, and beasts alike, subsumed and subservient like the cult in blind devotion to their ‘Lord of the Woods.’

Sombra tried not to think about the dark forces he trifled with, the potential costs, as he'd long dove into the forbidden arts. It's how he'd risen from mere warlock to untouchable emperor!
While the possessed hippie writhed and mewled, impaled on his horsecock, Vox pulled his attention once more to another discovery, which one of his hybrid insect spies made in Hammerfall. With one hand cupped around Tree's ample ass, another around a tit while the loose one bounced and swayed as he screwed her, his narrowed eyes shared what the spy saw. A familiar charcoal mare with hot pink hair in a dancer's costume far too small for her.

“Cerise?! How is that possible? She should be—wait...” He drew on more of Penumbra's memories, only to groan at both the pleasure and recognition. “This is her alternate self. Eclipsed Heart! Barely an adult, and she’s even plusher than my future queen! How fortuitous!”

Tree squealed when she came wet and warm around his dick, which began pummeling her pulverized pussy at a brisk tempo. “Y-Yeesh, man! Y’know, it’s, like, really rude to be fantasizing about another babe when you’re already balls deep inside—gaagh!?”

“I must have her,” he declared, his iron hold around the prostitute's neck to shut her up and felt her wet cunt tighten more as he choked the bitch out. He could feel Vox attempt to resist his own will before he even started to announce, “We'll split the army! One part will continue on to the camp, while another makes its way back to Hammerfall! She will be mine!”

He bellowed out his assured, imminent victory, his seed fired spunk deep into the unconscious whore's core amidst a triumphant roar.

*****

Back in Hammerfall, its chieftain remained restless. Before he returned to recreation, Moon Hammer called in an informal meeting with anyone available in his home. His messengers collected everyone they could, which they poured into the living room. Tables were pushed together, and a series of maps, some made by his own hands and his spies, were splayed across the surface. From the patchwork, he attempted to stitch a rough estimate of enemy territories. Unfortunately, that proved most of the lands that had been partially tamed by the Crystal Empire.

“That's our best estimate so far,” explained the head minotaur. His eyes scanned the attendees: Midnight, Moonlight, Arcanum Folklore, Bloody Merry, two of his spies Creamy and Milky, who had delivered much of the pooled information, Iclyn, Dion, Brutus Grimmwald, Atalanta, Bellatrix, and finally Beatrix, who arrived late due to changing back into her usual attire and fixing her hair out of the pigtails. “We've narrowed the areas down to—”

“That’s not enough,” the burly ram butted in, drumming at his portion of the rumpled map. “A’m sorry, lad, but we’re at a severe disadvantage if this is all we can cover wit'out alertin' either enemy!”

“When have we ever had a real advantage?” Countered Bellatrix. “This isn’t far from the usual situations we faced.”

“Yeah, there’s gotta be something we can do with this!” Added Midnight, desperate to form any sort of to help rescue his stolen wife and brother-in-law.

On occasion, the quadruplet maids would provide them refreshments, alongside Marathyssa, still disguised as a crystal mare maid since most of Hammerfall wasn't ready to accept a protoquen that freely moved about.

While Creamy and Milky left to help the quadruplets and Marathyssa prepare snacks and drinks for the impromptu war council, a skeptical Iclyn mused, “This assumes that the camp Fiery has men guarding is real-”

“We have every reason to believe it is,” came a firm voice from the door.

Several of them reached for weapons, but Moon Hammer rose and shook his head. “Chezka. Panna. Come in.”

Moonlight spoke up. “Are you sure? They may not prove trustworthy. They've already spied on us once-”

“I'll take that risk,” the chief replied. “After all, the Amazons helped make this possible.”

“Too right about that,” said Arcanum sarcastically. “They backed the wrong horse and helped bring this Equestria to the brink of self-extinction! All because of some outdated Amazonian code of honor!”

Merry touched his arm and reminded, “Oi, ease off, mate! They also helped me find me footing around here. Plus, I’ve got a good feeling they want out of their commander’s literal reign of fire. Let’s give 'em’ an ear…”

Snorting at the Amazons, Arcanum's posture nonetheless relaxed, and he holstered his pistol in his coat.

Panna returned a clipped smile. “Thank you. Yes, that is very much the case. We wish to help end this terrible war.” The two of them arrived bare-chested and unarmed, numerous scrolls carried in their arms, which they unraveled. From it, even more movements of Fiery's armies were revealed, and with them, potential changeling hives.

“Whoa! This is the motherload,” announced Beatrix with wide eyes, and Merry nodded alongside her, also impressed by what they'd been able to put together under Fiery's nose.

“They could be fakes,” added Iclyn dubiously. “Or a trap Fiery will close around us.”

“Could be. But we may have tae chance it,” said Dion, who poured over the maps with the others, and smiled to one of his wives when the nude half-succubi mares offered him a fresh cup of coffee.

Brutus shook his head. “Now is not the time to take needless risks. Still, this is very valuable information, especially given the limited resources at our disposal.” His half-masked face turned to the pair when he asked, “Tell me. You’ve seen the heinous cruelty Fiery Kickstart and his regime wrought upon Equestria. Why abandon him now?”

“Because… we were foolish to believe that we could nurture the trauma war has inflicted on his psyche,” admitted Panna.

“So… literally playing with fire,” Atalanta scoffed dryly. “Yeah, that’s pretty stupid on your part.”
“This was before he completely lost control.. and disgraced us.” Panna rubbed the nub of a horn on her forehead, the prosthetic built for her taken by their former master.

“Which is why we refuse to honor our code with someone who doesn't value us at all,” said Chezka more spitefully. “I was tempted to execute him, then and there! But much as I hate to admit it, I'm not sure I can take him now that he continues to master that odd elemental power of his. What did you call it? An-”

“Onoma. Arcane magic,” explained Brutus. “An ancient power unique to an individual. Normally, one has to be taught how to unlock their own. To think Fiery Kickstart managed to obtain his by himself… Yes, a most terrifying foe, indeed. It was probably derived from his own impassioned fanaticism.”

“Crazy and evil. Not too different from that Sovereign Witch you put a ring on,” spat Iclyn at him to remind Grimmwald of what he was responsible for. “What do you plan to do about Tatyana?”

“One problem at a time,” he answered, his head bowed while he leaned on his cane.
“We can't blame you for being doubtful. Our lives are in your hands,” said Panna. “After all, we've already deserted Fiery's army, who is on the move north. Should the breeding camp prove real, there's no way we could've continued to support him. Such an act of war is beyond our code.”

“Oh, but genocide isn't, though?” Moonlight stared them down from across the marked maps, her heated yellow eyes bored into the Amazonian pair. “Fiery almost wiped out Hammerfall and allowed thousands of women and children to be abducted by the Mi-Go-infected changelings!”

Chezka snapped back. “That was his tactical decision! We had no idea he'd take it that far!”

“It's fine,” cut in Merry. “What's done is done. Believe me, Arcanum and I have often dirtied our hands on a number of missions. But we've always avoided any civilian casualties!”

“Yeah. I still remember the last battle we fought in,” muttered Arcanum to himself when his mind flashed back to the bloodied battlefield. The day when he'd appeared to lose his old partner amidst a hail of bullets. “Bright as day…”

“Not gonna be much day left if we don’t form a sound strategy,” Bellatrix reasoned. “There is still Omen and the Cult of the Nemesis to thwart. Along with the eldritch goddess of fertility they worship.”

“Shub’Niggurath…”

Beatrix murmured as her hand touched her belly, feeling the Demiurge squirm in her uterus at the mention of the deity’s name. It was a reminder that she needed to find a way to remove it soon...before it permanently attached and altered her down to the core.

What would she look like then? A devil. Grotesque monstress? Or...

She snapped back to reality when another debate broke out. “Precisely why we need to board the ship and leave this doomed world behind,” demanded Iclyn. “Before it collapses in on itself…”

“It's not that simple,” reminded Moon Hammer sharply. “Hammerfall is my home. No—much more than that. My people hold the land itself as sacred. I won’t abandon it. Surely, you can understand that?”

“Tch!” Iclyn folded her arms, reminded of her own tribe..and of Omen's terrible influence.

Dion grimaced. “Tis’ a land ov peace an' prosperity. Much like th' Isles ov Parras, where my father an' sister reside...”

“Yes! Where we should be,” the deighdyr insisted. “Remember, the Legion of Black Roses is about to invade! Omen's using this sideshow to keep us distracted and off balance! We should cut our losses!”

“And forsake my wife and stepbrother to their fates!? Absolutely no way in hell!” Midnight fumed, a strong gale blowing through the residence in response to his emotions. He stomped over and then pointed at one of the known entrances to a hive. “We should rally, storm this area, and rescue them!”

Brutus rested his hands atop his cane and nodded. “I second the boy. Omen seeks to divide and conquer our forces, but with a united attack, we may be able to turn the tables on his plan.”

“Plus, it’ll give Zeloph and the ship more time to recover before we can even depart for the Lost World,” added Atalanta.

“Better to follow Fiery first and see what he's up to,” countered Arcanum. “Can't afford to end up trapped between the changelings and the Crystal Empire, nor this doomsday cult! At this point, it’ll take all our forces to deal with this mess!”

Merry nodded at his side. “I trust his instincts. I...couldn't leave, even if it meant I'd be safe! The people here took me in and looked after me! I-I want to return the favor!”

“Aye,” Dion agreed. “A true warrior never leaves th' weak defenseless. It does seem like th' most optimal strategy fur our survival...”

Iclyn’s cyromancy manifested with her anger. “At the cost of your own family and homeland? Are you fucking for real right now, Dion?!”

“No!! Th-that’s not what Ah meant! Ah have tae return home. Mah people need me!”

Midnight clenched his fists and fluffed up his plume. “But Cerise...Penumbra… They need us, too!” Again, he tried not to think about what happened to the pair of them. What they doubtlessly endured, even now.

“She's a spitfire of a lass deep down,” reminded Dion, who squeezed his student's shoulder. “ Have faith she'll be able to hold out for us. And I know Penny won't ever surrender!”

“Yeah.” He forced a smile back at the ram despite their shared doubts.

Beatrix stayed silent, troubled by the loss of their friends. Was she responsible for this disaster, too? Could she live with herself, were they to end up permanently scarred...or worse...?

Her attention snapped to Arcanum when he plunged his Kurdish Dagger into a marked spot on the map to shut up the arguments around him. “Oi! Take a look at this!” His finger traced across the hive entrances all over the maps. “I’ve been staring at these maps for a while. And maybe the fatigue is finally getting to me, but… doesn’t it look like all these spots are connected?”

Merry quickly scanned the sheets, and her brows furrowed. “… Oh fucking hell, I think you're onto something! That could mean not only are all the hives interconnected, but we could have a swarm of them deep under Hammerfall as we speak!”

“We'd better keep this quiet then,” noted the chief. “I don't want to worry my people more.”

Ultimately, they came to the best consensus the attendees could. Moon Hammer would commit a small army to help a party track the movements of Fiery Kickstart, while the rest would stay behind to protect Hammerfall until Zeloph and the U.F.O. rested enough to make the trip to Tir Nan Spiorad.

Lost in the moment, Beatrix spaced out once more and stared at a window...then did a double-take when a curvy figure with long wooly hair and curved horns passed by.

The witch suddenly shot up and rushed out the door, disregarding the voices of concern behind her and shoving the minotaurs aside. Her violet eyes shrank as she watched her lover vanish into the misty woods. “Oona..?!”

As Beatrix ran out of the ville, Iclyn yelled, “Beatrix! For fuck’s sake, what the hell are you—”
The cyan doe left the premises and rushed to follow the witch, much to the confusion of their entourage.

However, as they got closer to the woods, the miasma grew heavy and dense, and Beatrix's silhouette vanished into the mists. Icyln cursed and darted around to follow her, uncertain what direction she vanished.

*****

Enveloped in fog, Beatrix chased after the wandering silhouette of the dream shamaness, head racing with second thoughts. Questioning whether this was another hallucination brought by Omen’s Onoma. Yet, no matter where she turned, Hammerfall had seemingly vanished as the landscape shifted around her. Outstretched elder oak trees, bare of any botanical life, surrounded and obscured her path. Branches reaching towards the empty sky, which were mired by precipitation.

She questioned whether this was another dream brought on by Omen and resigned herself to march forward, deeper into the outstretched woods that made up the landscape. However, her focus honed in on the apparition of Lady Ewe, standing before the bed of a large clear lake, the moon’s reflection shimmering the surface.

Beatrix approached the maternal sheep she loved crestfallen, aware that she might be angry with her due to the circumstances that forced the witch to abandon her momentarily. “Oona… I-I’m so sorry if I’ve done you wrong,” she told her, tears welling up the corners of her eyes. “I swore to Middy and Cerise I'd help them. I couldn’t simply abandon them! But, in the process, I abandoned you to suffer in Omen’s madness alone. And… I’m sorry. I love you, Oona, I really do! Please find it in your heart to forgive me…”
Oona didn’t offer any sort of response to the violet mare’s earnest apology. Her head lifted towards where the moon in the lake apparently lay in the black veil above… and she began to hum an eerie tune. “O-Oona..?”

While Beatrix slowly got closer, she noticed that not a single layer of clothing adorned her, her large plush posterior visible in the darkness. Before she could reach out, Oona walked into the lake before slowly submerging herself into the moonlit waters.

Beatrix hastily ran right as the sheep woman disappeared, crying out, “Oona?!” A heavy silence hung in the evening air, save for the mare’s own hysterical breathing.

That’s when she noticed specks of darkness and ash coming off the flowers and trees around her. Her eyes drifted to the reflecting moon, a dark shadow steadily creeping across its surface before fully consuming it… where it then became blood red.

Its malevolent glow bled into the landscape, and the waters darkened with red essence, causing Beatrix to step back before she even thought to dive after her beloved. Thunder rumbled above, flashes of violent crimson bolts fracturing the bleak horizon.

Then, from the murky depths, the chubby, voluptuous caprine reemerged, her silver wool and nude body painted in blood, dripping off into the lake that she levitated over.

Beatrix stumbled back when her lover floated towards her; violet eyes met with fiendish moderate red orbs with horizontal pupils, a strange green bleeding out the iris. A third eye opened above the valley of her mountainous breasts, and thorny vines with monstrous maws sprouted to wrap around her limbs and assets. A wide, motherly grin stretches her features.

“N-No… y-you’re not Oona..!” The witch realized too late.

“No,” confirmed the entity wearing her lover’s face. “At least, not yet~.”

Beatrix nervously stood her ground, sucking in a heavy breath. “You’re the one who brought back Cult of the Nemesis! The one Omen answers to! The Ebony Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!” Shub’Niggurath tittered with amusement and murmured in a low, husky rasp. “Please… call me Lady She’ba.”

The unicorn mare backed up when the satyress touched down on the distorting grassy ground, blood continuing to tinkle down her succulent contours, her heavy breasts heaved with each breath.

“Why are you here?” The witch demanded. “Come to admire your handiwork?”

“Like what A’ve done wit this place?” The eldritch goddess mused mockingly. “Ah plan on doin' th' whole multiverse this way~! But no, A’m actually here tae converse wit ye. Omen said that ye would arrive at Tir Nad Spiorad befur Walpurgisnacht commenced. But ye were takin' so long… an' Ah grew too impatient~.”

Beatrix scoffed. “If you think I’m just going to kneel over while you ruin every universe, you have another thing coming—”

A sudden surge of pain rushed into her head, causing her to collapse onto her knees while she screamed with agony. Her mind assaulted with vivid, constantly distorting images of unforeseen things and abominations too abstract for her simple mind to comprehend.

She was then hoisted into the air by an invisible force as Lady She’ba shook her head. “Yes, A’ve heard much ov yer inflated sense ov self-importance. Tae a thing like me, think ov how ye'd feel if a bacterium sat at yer table an' decided tae be snarky.”

Beatrix clenched when She’ba drew her closer, her leering gaze boring into the unicorn’s frightened eyes. “Befur there was time, there was nothing,” she continued. “An' befur nothing, there were monsters. Monsters who knew only four things. Kill. Consume. Breed. Adapt. Thus began creation. Thus began me. Get th' picture yet? A’ve been around a lot longer than these fledgelin' universes ye so cherish tae protect. Ah…am… Old, Beatrix. Very old. So Ah indulge ye tae contemplate how insignificant Ah find you..!”
She released her psionic grasp, and Beatrix dropped back down to her knees, looking back at the ebony goat with a heated glare. This earned a delighted cackle from She’ba.

“Ye know, when most mortals realize they are in th' presence ov an Elder God, they immediately grovel an' worship mah hooves. But not you though. A’ve only used a grain ov power, an' yet, ye still have it in yer head that ye’ll somehow defeat me!” She laughed some more before sighing. “A’d keep you as a pet if ye weren’t th' bane tae existence itself.”

She took a step back, appalled. “Wh-what? No! I-I’m not—”

“Yes. Ye are,” She’ba rebutted. “Due to yer connections tae th' Necronomicon, th' Prima Materia, an' th' Demiurge, th' fate ov th' multiverse has become entangled tae you. Because of yer constant interference an' tamperin' wit forces far greater than yer understandin'. Honestly, dear… how could it not be you? Yer blunders are what made all ov this possible~.”

“No, it can’t be! Omen! He’s—”

“Th' catalyst ov yer shortcomin's an' failure tae grasp th' full value ov another’s life,” the goat woman continued to belittle. “Ah haven’t figured out what ye did to deserve his ire, but he would not have taken this path if not for you. Ah am very grateful ye’ve brought me such a loyal servant. One who will help me unravel this tangled world an' make it anew~.”

Her vines seized the witchy unicorn and pulled her in close, pressing her into her bloodied bosom for morbid comfort. She stroked the mare’s head while she wriggled to break free. “Ye can be part ov that world, too. This doesn’t need tae end badly fur ye, mah little lamb. Give unto me, yer shepherd. Love me, let me in… and become one with Shub’Niggurath~!!”

“N-No… N-Never!!”

She’ba tsked at the struggling spellcaster. “Still determined tae play th' darin' heroine? Stop th' big bad villain, save th' multiverse, an' make amends? As if what was put in motion from ancient times could be halted on a childish whim! Yer hesitation tae commit has cost you even th' slimmest chance at victory.”

She cupped Beatrix’s face and forced her to meet her eyes when she spoke to her about the reality the witch refused to believe in.
“Ye’re too late, sweetin'. Omen an' I have already won.”

Beatrix sputtered, “You’re lying! That's a load of absolute horsecrap!”

She’ba arched an eyebrow with bemusement. “Is it now? E'erythin' is comin' tae an end. Allow me tae share wit you what is, an' fore'er will be, inevitable.”

The eldritch satyr pressed her thumbs into the unicorn's temple, and Beatrix's eyes widened, and her mouth fell open when her mind was flooded by apocalyptical premonitions. Visions of the nightmare stag erasing all of reality, the sobs of Oona’s anguish, the cries of Abadonna’s birth, under the blood moon’s radiance. A spiral of every universe she has known, the screams of terror warping around her ears. And then… nothingness.

Beatrix broke into hysterics, sobbing from the overwhelmed simulation.

“Do you feel it? Yer body singin' fur release? Fur surrender? Give in tae yer goddess an' she will bless ye wit a most bountiful gift. Th' return ov yer latent power. Yer immortality. An'… aaah~! Sae much more!” She'ba planted a kiss on the witch's lips, and her hands started to wander across Bea's ample curves, which she lazily kneaded.

“You can… do that?” Beatrix whimpered, shuddering at the alien sensations invading her lush curves and overactive libido.

A haughty smirk graces Shub’Niggurath’s mouth as it moved to her ear and says in a husky whisper, “I am the All-Mother. Nothing is beyond my capabilities! But there is something I want from you first…”

Beatrix released a loud gasp, which turned into a loud squeak when an elongated tongue slithered into her ear to wriggle and lap at her eardrum.
The goat’s molestation became more insistent, Beatrix’s tits and buttocks squished under her gropes. One of her tendrils poked and prodded her exposed marehood, causing her to shriek as the intruding vine wrestled its way into her neithers.

Her eyes dilated when she detected an alien-like shrill, staring at the bump in her belly that shifted and moved around, wrecking her body with pain and pleasure. She screamed as she felt something detach inside her womb before the tentacle pulled out, covered in mare cum and vaginal juices.

Within the toothy maw was the Demiurge, wriggling uselessly, screaming out for survival. Beatrix could do nothing but watch as the last remnant of her homeworld and power was snatched away… and killed with a sickening crunch. Its almond-shaped eyes dulled, and it ceased its struggle before sliding further into the vine as it swallowed its hole.

“There,” purred Shub’Niggurath, who tenderly squeezed her prey’s supple rump. “Now there won’t be any risk ov assimilation. Ye’re free ov that wretched thin'!”

A mournful expression contorted the violet mare. She knew she had to rid herself of it… “B-But… that wasn’t how I wanted to… h-huh?”

From the sea of trees, Beatrix spotted a few monstrous figures emerge. Large, masculine caprine creatures, maws full of sharp teeth and dripping slime. Where their eyes should have been, instead sprout large horns and branches. Their backs were nested with black tentacles that flailed about when they brayed.

“There is a ritual ye must undertake tae receive mah blessin',” elaborated She’ba, who spread apart the mare’s flanks to reveal her wet pussy and asshole. To draw her brood closer and entice them with a fresh morsel that would cater to their baser instincts. “One that requires yer womb unoccupied~.”

“W-What?! No, wait, I don’t want to be..!” But her eyes fell onto the beast's genitals, which throbbed with life and dripped with carnal purpose. Despite her protest, the mare’s fetish for otherworldly cock manifested, her pussy winking eagerly and salivating with feminine discharge. Her body made the answer for her.

Satisfied with her reaction, Lady She’ba beckoned her spawn in eldritch tongue. “Ĺ̶̠̤͕̮̰̮̦͈'̸̹̣̫͍͇͖̼̣̥̽͋̑͝͝͠ ̶̛̤̬̯̜̻̦̤͒̿͌̿͜ͅͅņ̴̭̪̣͇͖̋͒̒̏̒̈o̸͈̩͎͓̠͈̔̓̂͐͒̽̎͋̽̒͝g̴̢̩̳̓̆ ̶̢̫̖̘͕̲̣̟́́̍́̓͌͠͝ý̷̧̬͔̩̟̦̣͓̙̞́͌̒̋͜͜a̴̯͚̩̅́̂͂̎̿̀͘͜͜ͅ,̴̢̥̻̖̗̖́̾̏͑ ̵̠̻͍̰͚̪͈̣̞͇̪͋́͆͜y̸̢̯̺̝̑á̴̰̭̠͓̤̜͖̏͛̋̿̉͋̅͗̈́͊͘ ̷̢̩̙̠̫͇͎̟̻̩̔̽̋̈́́͛̀̒̐̉͠g̶̖͍̝̗͉̱̣͉̙̦̏ͅo̸̡͕̟͎̬̘̪̲̪̅f̴̧̺̹̗̺̖̻̤̱̦͔̂̅̃̉̇̃̃'̷̳̭͈̱̟͎̝̞̯̀̓̄͐̊̉̈̋̒͋͠n̸͇̋̋̒͊͒͠n̸͎̭̭̝̩͌̀̄̍̇!̵̡̧̜̬̫̮͎́͒̂ ̶̣̉͛͗M̴̧͖͇̤̪̫͚̒̀͋̄͝ͅģ̷̛̪̹̙̯̏̎̈̑͒́͘a̴̡̳͈̘͎͇͂̀̅̒̋ḧ̸͇̥͓͐'̷̭̼̯̬̺̯͓̤̆̅͂͑̽̕n̷͖͚̗͎͍̳̒͌͗͆̿̚͜'̵̝̙͔̗́̐̎g̸͈̗͔͓͉͉̳͓̞͈̯̓͊̄̅̽̈́̆ḩ̷̼̮͓̩̥̖̱͇̽̒͆̅̉̇̚̕͜͝f̴̘͖͖̯̙̝̩̾̀̓̂̊̀̏̃͐̚̕͝t̶̡̛̬̮͖͕̋̆̾́̈́̉̾̀̃͝ ̶̡̭̠͕̄͜f̷̺́̂̔͊͂̾̑͘͝å̷̗̭̝̠͍͝h̴͚̋͐̿̌̾͑̋͌͘f̴͇͓̫̭̱̼̯̈̄͆͑͜ ̴͓̀n̶͓̫̫̞͉̦̏̔́y̸̡̳̰̩̲̻͉̓̄̍͗͗̽̄͋͛͘͜͝͠ẗ̴̨̖̠̠̘̭͍͙̝̮̩́͐́͛̑̕͠ḩ̶̨̡̠͍̞͈̗̞̬͇̟̂̆̉͐̌̋͛̚'̶̡̥̬̰̲́̚d̷̰̼̼̭̮̫͇͂͜ŕ̸̰͍̞̭͕̀̇͗n̸̛̞̼̫͒̈́̆̈̃̀̃͝͠ ̸̧̧̢̨͇̰͖̦͇͈̦́̍̓̓̔͗̀̔͗̾́͠l̶̡̤͍̣̫̣̦͚̦̯̈́̃̾͂̑̚͝͠͝ͅl̸͎̘͈̼͕̫̥̦̙̞͍͋̉̈̈͋̊͊͘͜͠o̸̡̡̟̝̰̰͉̦͔̅͛̽̀̅̏͑͒͛͗͜i̸̝̇̀͂̓̀͗̏̈́͘̕g̶͕̭̠͉̅̀̔̀ȩ̴̡̬̬͖̬̣̲͙͙̽̆́͒̾͋̈́̊͜h̷̳̰̻̜͉̻̹͖͍̬̽͑͐̈͝ŷ̶̜̽̉͋͐̂̒̎͋́͘ě̷̲̄̅̂̎ ̸͓̤͈͎̲̔͒̈́́̇̉ö̵͚͙͙͙̱́̒̀͂͑̄̀͘ͅt̴̡̢̯͈͖͖̖̤̽͊̓̽̒́̆͊ ̴̨̙͉̙̮̣̘́̋̕͘u̷̢͕͈̝̘͈̩̜͓̼̟̓͐a̸̜̅̀͗͘a̵̢̹͔͉͉̲̹͈̎̿̌̓̀̀͒̉͗̉̔̕͜a̵̧̍̓͒͛h̵̨̜̯̭͚͔̮̬̪̖̻͌̀̂͛̒̆̓̾͘͜ģ̷̞̥̰̻̳́o̸͕̲̺̘̜͛͂̐̓̇̑̓̈́̌̀f̴̖̭̙͙̥̲͔̩̳̋͌̾'̴͚͕̿̎̎̎͗̈́͘ͅṅ̸̀͐͝ͅ~̷͎̖̭̯͕̉̔̄͑̅͊̍̌̕͝!̵̟͔̜̱̟̒̈́̀̀̇”

Still wracked by grief and stricken by doubt, Beatrix barely put up any resistance when she was pulled off her heeled boots by their rope-like appendages.

Greedy arms seized her, grasping at her mane and clothes, tearing them away. She heard the ripping of fabric, undressed from her leotard, when they lifted her up and moved in to take her. The witchy mare hardly had time to breathe as a pair of cocks stuffed into her cunt, one in her ass and one in her mouth. She went limp, batted between the Darkyung each time they thrust into her orifices.

She'ba swayed her wide hips on the way over to observe. “It was nice catchin' up wit ye. But A’ll leave ye tae think about mah offer.”

For a moment, a cock popped free of Beatrix's mouth to let her speak, attached to whoever took her by threads of spittle mixed with precum. “A-aauugh! Wait! Where are you...umph!” Her words were cut off when a dick that exited her mouth was forced back down her throat, her mane seized.

“A’ll be waitin' on th' Isle ov Parras,” She’ba replied; her sizable bosom swung when the ebony goat turned, and her plush buttocks undulated when she walked back into the sea of blood, looking over her shoulder. “We're all waitin'. So Ah suggest ye don’t take too long tae decide how ye want tae face th' End ov Days. Until then, do me a favor… and get pregnant~.”

With that said, Shub’Niggurath sunk back beneath the murky surface, leaving poor Beatrix alone to succumb to the insatiable lust of the Darkyung. The goat-like spawn of the All-Mother bleated and bawwed, hammering her overstretched holes more violently.

They mated with the mare without mercy, plunging their grotesque cocks deep into her womb, determined to seed it. She hoped that wasn't possible now that the Demiurge wasn’t tethered to the walls of her uterus. Especially when, with a bray and a final thrust, one of the beasts came inside her core. She shook, impaled on the four cocks that started to unload into her all at once until she dripped their hot seed.

Having her large titties sucked on while they worked her over, she clenched and came on the monstrosities, so lost in her nightmare she was unable to manage a simple magic spell. Instead, she was skewered between them, held up by the beastly shafts sunk into her slick, slippery depths.

In the midst of their climax, a cold snap swept across the woods. Animalistic heads were frozen, broken off, and shattered. Still impaled on the monstrous animals that went slack, their cocks popped free of Beatrix's entrances, which oozed spunk when she landed in the dirt with a yelp.

Iclyn's arms were crossed. “You idiot. Are you okay?” She offered her a hand.

Beatrix spat out a mouthful of cum to speak. “Y-yeah, I think so. Thanks...” She accepted her hand and wobbled to her feet, back in the middle of the woods not too far from Hammerfall.
The icy cervine eyed the monstrous caprines and questioned, “Are… are those the—”

Shaking off the ordeal, panic rose in her voice as she said, “Maybe! But that doesn't matter! We must leave for the Lost World as soon as possible!”

The deighdyr considered a snappy response, but instead nodded her head and, together, the two sprinted back to Hammerfall. Beatrix rubbed her belly…and felt the faint traces of the Demiurge still lining her womb, struggling to regrow despite the efforts of She'ba to destroy it. An ambivalent grin crossed her face.

The rumbling of the calamity above served as a reminder that there was no more time…