Prisoners of War : A Beatrix Belladonna Tale

From the moment everyone crossed over the portal, something immediately felt off about Midnight's and Moonlight’s homeworld. The overgrowth of flora covered the land mass, the strange lavender hue of the sky visible behind the gloomy gray clouds. Beatrix couldn’t help but quiver over the foreboding implications…

Midnight and Moonlight suddenly broke into screams, hands clutched to their heads as they crumpled to their knees. Cerise exclaimed, “G-guys?! What’s wrong!”

“I-it hurts!” the other bat mare cried. "H-head feels like it's being pulled apart!" Yet the electrical buzz in her skull hardly compared to her lover's.

Midnight crawled on his knees yelling bloody murder, ready to bash his skull against the nearest tree trunk, before Penumbra seized him from behind. Cerise cried, “Hang in there, Middy!”

The blue pegasus belted, “MAKE IT STOP!!”

“Beatrix, can't we do something?” Cerise cried and seized her arms, her hot pink eyes watery.

But the witch stared helplessly, shaking her head, tempted to send the cadets back until she made sense of all this. “I-I don't understand…”

“I do,” stated Iclyn, who observed them coolly. “Their world has been altered so much that it’s constantly in flux. This may be home soil, but it’s no different than an alien planet. Thus their memories are scrambling to readjust. Not to worry, their migraines should be settling soon.”

And like the snow doe predicted, Moonlight River shook aside the pain with a groan. Likewise, Midnight steadily calmed down, taking deep gulps of air. Iclyn cast her icy stare at Beatrix. “Do you now understand what your meddling has caused? Not only have you pulled different entities out of their dimensions, but their homes are also growing unrecognizable!”

Beatrix frowned and responded, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear! I’m going to set it right somehow, I promise-”

"Promise? Don’t you think you’ve made enough of those already?” The deighdyr shot down, unmoved by the violet unicorn’s open frustration. “The only way you fix anything is through deeds, not words. Now quit sniveling and keep your head up, hussy! We have work to do.”

Beatrix scrunched her snout at Iclyn’s harsh demeanor but wiped away any forming tears and nodded. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled to herself.

The cyan deer took in the sights with furrowed brows. "Hmm… the Everfree Forest has clearly developed out of control here. It could eventually cover the entire continent. If there are discrepancies in the continuity here, no doubt that also applies to their memories."

Moonlight shook her head when she leaned on a tree. "So, we can't trust our memories?! Gaagh! That makes zero sense! Talk about a paradox!"

"Yeah, no kidding…” grumbled Midnight while he leaned on his wife and stumbled to his feet. Gently stroking Cerise’s cheek, he reassured, “I-I should be fine now. We’ve got bigger things to worry about. We must locate our old commander and ensure the drones are wiped out!"

"Nonsense, Middy," said Cerise as she affectionately nuzzled his palm. "That’s in due time. Right now, I need to make sure you're both okay!” Tenderly, she caressed their skulls.

The pale pegasus Penumbra nodded before gesturing to the thestral soldier. “Well, what do you think? Is this place familiar?"

Moonlight crouched down and picked up a stone she bounced atop her palm. "No, not quite. Take a closer look at the flora." She nodded at some leaves and flowers, which lacked their usual hue. Some vegetation was completely unsaturated, with stains of violet slowly spreading throughout.

"Definitely not what I'm used to," confirmed Midnight at her side, his eyebrow raised.

Beatrix gently plucked some of the dead-looking flowers to study them. A strange nostalgia washed over her mind like she had seen something like this before. But where...?

Penumbra kept a hand near his sheathed sword. "We'd best be careful until we find civilization. We should assume changelings swarms are currently stalking the land. I still remember the tales you told me about what they do to poor mares...”

Beatrix considered for a moment before she clasped the pendant offered by Omen back at the mansion. “You go on ahead; I’ll catch up.”

"And where are you going?” asked Iclyn.

“Giving my ex a call. Fill him in on what’s going on,” she explained with a hand wave.

The frost doe lowered her snout. “Hmm. That would be smart… but don’t take too long!”

Beatrix waved her off while walking a short distance away. “Let’s hope I catch him at an appropriate time,” she muttered before concentrating her magic through the ‘telecom,’ which shimmered to life in her clasped hand.

“Hello? This is Witch Mother, calling Sunspot. Come in, Sunspot!” She tapped the pendant.

After a pause, Zeloph's disembodied voice answered back, “I don’t remember agreeing on using code names...?”

Her face lit up. “C’mon, where’s the harm in having a little fun~?”

“You do realize it’s that attitude that likely resulted in this whole mess, right?”

“Spare me the passive aggressiveness, will you? I already get enough of it from Iclyn. Besides, you're one to talk after what you've done!”

He relented in a dull tone with a heavy sigh and blandly stated, “This is Sunspot. I read you loud and clear, Witch Mother. Over.”

Beatrix snickered. “Always knew a part of you wasn’t a total buzzkill~!”

“Will you get on with it already? Have you made it to Midnight's world or not?”

Her smile faltered a bit as she took in the environment once more. “Yeah, we’ve arrived. It… doesn’t look good. Everything’s been twisted. The sky. The planets. All of it is just… wrong. And that’s not even the worst news!"

“There’s worse news?”

Beatrix felt her throat tighten before telling Zeloph about the situation back at the manor; how Bellatrix failed to seduce a captive Alma, before the tables were turned and the Vice Lord held Oona, Demi-Trix, and Omen hostage. The witch then told the fallen one about their encounter with Andrei, the odd behavior of the experimental scorpions, and more about the world he nearly ruined until his banishment.

“That… is a lot to take in,” admitted Zell, who was breathing heavily from the sound of it.

The violet mare asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Things are not so sunny here either. We immediately ran into Mortis and got our asses handed to us. If it weren’t for the demi-human here, we probably wouldn’t be speaking right now…”

“O-oh, fuck! You found them?”

“More like she found us,” he chuckled stiffly. “Her name’s Julianne. She’s quite the sweetie with her generosity and nigh infectious optimism. I haven’t gotten a good sense of her motives, but she’s nice enough to let us recover at her monastery.”

“You demi’s really like forming communities for yourselves, huh?” The only exception to this recurring trait from her experience was Seb from the 'cyberverse', who baited people into playing games to get into more favorable positions.

“Don’t remind me,” Zeloph scoffed. “Anyway, while we’re figuring out where to go from here, Shadow Scythe has decided to undertake a ‘Trial of Atonement,’ one that could last a week.”

“So you’re stuck there for a while,” surmised Beatrix, who frowned. “Well, here’s hoping she succeeds. Though personally, I believe it's unnecessary. She’s already proven herself!”

“It’s a more personal matter for her than anything,” rebutted Zeloph. “Regardless, I won't abandon her to suffer this alone. She needs me in her corner.”

Her face lit up. “Awww… Where was this side of you when we were together~?”

She heard another chuckle on the other end. “Buried under a lot of smarm and self-entitlement that helped drive Cerise’s world to extinction.” There was a brief pause before he asked, “Hey.… When you can, tell her that I’m-”

"I'm sure she understands," replied Beatrix, her voice lowered into a whisper. "But I’m also sure she’d appreciate a personal apology. You did hurt her parents and killed many of her people from her country. I don’t mean to make you feel bad, Zell, but you can't really blame her."

"Nor can I take it back…” She heard Zeloph exhale. "I'll contact you once I have more news. Here’s hoping Oona and the others can get somewhere safe. Good luck, Beatrix."

“You too, hun,” she replied as the transmission ended, her pendant’s glow dimming. With that said, she ran back to catch up with her party, who were already deep into the shaded forest area.

Not long after, the travelers came upon the first fragments of civilization. Ahead they spotted a village enshrouded by the trees, where minotaurs and holstaurs went about their mundane daily business. Cautiously, Beatrix started to approach.

Having taken the lead, the wayward witch strolled past a stone well and clothesline. Simple but well-built homes dotted the earthy settlement. One of her ears perked at a metallic clink from the distance. Drawn to the sound, she spotted sparks when a two-handed hammer struck an anvil.

A smile spread her snout. "Wait! Is that who I think it is...?" She remembered the 'paradise planet' called 'Eden' and a particular minotaur she befriended there. The same one who'd forged her friend's golden and silver wedding rings, while attending the ceremony to unite Cerise and Midnight. Carefully, she approached to avoid disturbing his work, as the forge operated out in the open and billowed smoke.

She cupped her hands behind her and called, "Hey! Moon Hammer!! Is that you?!"

The minotaur turned and wiped the sweat from his brow, his eyes widening. "Beatrix? Just a moment." When he finished the ax he worked on, a sizzle sounded, the instrument he plunged into the waters amidst steam and vapors. “Excuse my appearance," he said, removing his gloves and smudged apron. “I was not expecting more visitors from beyond this realm so soon!”

"No, you look nice! Girls love a man with skilled hands~!" Beatrix winked, her violet eyes taking in the minotaur's exposed musculature with a whistle. "Sorry to drop in on you unannounced, but–wait, did you say more visitors?!"

Moon Hammer nodded as her friends approached behind her, a few delighted to see the burly blacksmith again. “This really isn't the best place to talk. These are troubled times. Follow me to my home, and I’ll explain."

They arrived in his spacious abode after a short trip later. Guided to a wooden table, Moon Hammer's cheeks warmed up when he called, "Strawberry! Blue! Guests have arrived!"

"We'll set the table properly," came a pair of familiar feminine voices deeper inside.

There was a shuffle of feet and a clink of bells to announce the presence of his twin wives. Gasps rose from the entourage, taking in the sight of the set of crystal mares who'd eloped with him...albeit with more alterations. Not only did the sisters formerly known as Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse stand taller, but small cow horns rose from atop their skulls, and tails that matched swished behind their curvaceous physiques.

Otherwise, they still sported numerous equine traits. Their bodies were far more voluptuous than before, barely contained within the cow print micro bikinis that adorned their heavily impregnated bodies. "I hope it's not too much," said Strawberry Moon, the elder of the pair. "But I'm afraid we've become very...productive, ever since our handsome hubby knocked us up!"

“We tend to 'leak' a lot," admitted Blue Moon, her cheeks colored. Their nipples dribbled, and their moist loins burned, the wetness absorbed by their skimpy bikinis that contained a supple plushness that threatened to spill out. Their crystalline bodies were still coral pink, manes styled in bob cuts and eyes a brighter shade of pink. "Not that our hubby ever complains!"

“Oh, great,” Iclyn said dully. “Another set of hefty bimbos. What a surprise.”

Penumbra turned to her and hissed, “Do you ever have anything nice to say?”

“Only when it's warranted.”

Around them, the twins helped set the table, as food and refreshments were placed before everyone. Moon Hammer dismissed the insult to his wives, aware they could look after themselves.

“Well, I think that's wonderful news," said Beatrix once she accepted a cup of fresh, steamy tea. "To think you've all settled down here and have a bunch of kids on the way! I'm almost envious~!"

“Thank you,” smiled back Moon Hammer, a meal placed before the blacksmith. “But I get the impression you’re not here for a social visit.”

“Afraid not,” admitted Midnight, who frowned. “We need to get to the Crystal Empire, see if we can discover what’s causing the changelings to reemerge. And then wipe them off the face of the planet! Once and for all!” He slammed a fist.

Everyone was caught off guard by his statement. More specifically Cerise, who stared at her husband with a worrisome look. While she understood these insectoid monsters were vile, genocide wasn’t the right answer. The flash of anger on Midnight’s face reminded her of Zeloph during his false messiah phase, where thousands of her countrymen were culled in an instant.

“E-easy there, Middy,” Moonlight whispered, resting her hand over his. He gave her a perplexed expression when she said, “I want to stop the changelings, too. But we're protectors! We shouldn't quickly resort to that..!”

“Not exactly something you’d expect to hear from a supposed ‘Peacekeeper,’” muttered Penumbra, who folded his arms.

“I know you’re dense, but holy fuck,” Iclyn said harshly. “Learn to read the room, guy!”

“But they’re the enemy! I-I’m… we’re supposed to…” He clutched his head while his herdmates urged him to sit down and drink more tea.

“Y-you’ll have to excuse him,” Beatrix cut in apologetically. “It’s been a while since he’s been back home, and a lot has changed. Speaking of which, what did you mean by other visitors?”

Moon Hammer nodded. “Quite a few travelers have passed through our village recently. Most were locals, but some claimed to be from other dimensions outside this one. Actually, a pair of mares were also heading to the Crystal Empire."

Beatrix asked, “Ohh? What did they look like?”

The minotaur blacksmith frowned, his massive hands trying to shape his description. “One was a scarred thestral marauder with an eyepatch who looked like she bench-pressed five elephants. And judging by the emblem on her cowl, she works under Shining Armor.”

“What!?” It was Moonlight who exclaimed in shock. “No, that can’t be true! The commander would never ally with pillagers!”

“Well, as Beatrix said, a lot here has changed,” noted Penumbra. “With the swarm’s uprising, they must have become desperate for help.”

“Urgh,” grumbled Midnight, who stabbed a fork into a salad offered to him. “This sucks! Nothing makes sense to me anymore…”

Iclyn looked back to Moon Hammer. “And the other mare?”

“Scrawny thing,” he continued. “Looked like she hadn’t had a good meal in months. A bright blue pegasus with a wild mane and large wings. Actually, now that I think about, she looks like-”

“Blue pegasus with... large wings!?!” With a loud gasp, Midnight shot up, his green eyes wide as saucers. “W-wait! This pegasus… d-did she have an ornament on her? Like say a pendant...?”

“Mmm, at the time, no. But she did claim one was stolen from her.”

“Oh my…” Tears welled up and poured down his cheeks, his entire body trembling. “T-then she’s still alive!! I almost can't believe it!”

Cerise and Moonlight rose up, the latter asking, “What is it, Midnight?”

The soldier turned around to ensnare his herd seated around him beneath his wide plume, squeezing them tightly. “M-my sister, Lightning Spark!” he exclaimed loudly. “If what Moon Hammer said is true, then that must be her!!”

“W-wait, really?!” the bat mare beamed, joining him in jubilation. “All this time, we thought… could it be?! Our memories are warped, but-”

"If it is, then we have to find her," replied Cerise, who shared in their heightened mood, her slender arms wrapped around them both.

Beatrix quickly chimed in, asking, “Any idea which direction she went?”

Moon Hammer pondered for a moment before shaking his head. “They likely went back into the forest searching for the pair of yokai bandits that robbed them. If not, they must already be halfway across the county, with their lead.”

Iclyn raised a brow. “Yokai bandits?”

“A fox and a raccoon dog, specifically,” Strawberry Moon explained while she refilled Beatrix's cup.

Her sister Blue Moon added, “They’ve been raiding our village for a week now, stealing a quarter of our goods after the last harvest...”

The blue pegasus grimaced, his face once more twisting into a snarl, a vein visible on his forehead. “If they harmed my sister, I swear, I-I’ll-”

“Easy, friend,” Moon Hammer said, resting a hand on his tense shoulder. “I doubt they’d inflict any damage with that marauder keeping her safe. She seemed like a nasty piece of work, ready to threaten a child, but I can’t deny she’s fierce.”

“Perhaps we should head to the forest then?” suggested the pale pegasus commander. “I’d like to learn more about these ‘Yokai Bandits’.”

Cerise nodded. “If we hurry, we could catch them! Sorry to run! Oh, and thanks a lot for lunch!”

“Best of luck to you, then,” the minotaur huffed. “They’re a crafty and mystical bunch that have escaped our best trackers. It won’t be easy.”

“As if that’s ever stopped us before,” retorted Beatrix with a sly smile and wink.

“Well, I suggest you consider stopping anyway,” Iclyn offered coldly. “What are the chances that Moon Hammer’s villa, along with the yokai, were sucked into this world by your carelessness?”

“Oh, I’d say they're pretty high,” a gruff voice with an accent answered from the hut’s entrance. Everyone turned to find a stallion standing by the doorway, swathed in a heavy overcoat and suit. He took a puff from his smoke before tossing the bud away, his tired eyes swathed by dark circles trained on the witch. “Like a bloody kite about to be hit by a stray thunderbolt in a rainstorm.”

“Arcanum Folklore!” exclaimed Beatrix with a quirked eyebrow. “What are you doin-” In a flash of magic, the warlock blinked directly in front of her. She jumped a little while waving to her alerted friends to settle down, his face in hers.

The side of his snout lifted into a half smirk. “Really screwed the pooch this time, Bea. Thanks to your tamperin’ with the fabrics of space and time, this whole dimension is spreadin' farther apart than your legs when some hot fuck catches your eye! Had me on the run to clean it up!”

Beatrix’s face flustered when she stumbled and attempted to reply, “H-hey, hold up! That’s-”

“Now, now,” Iclyn cut in, a rare smirk on the doe's blue snout. “He has a point.”

“The power you’re clingin' to is causing more worlds to go on the fritz,” continued Arcanum. “Luckily for ye, happened to find me a way to copy yer spacial magic. Hence why I’m here!”

She blanched, her special power derived from her cosmos cutie mark. “W-what!? But how?”

“Well, that’s for me to know and you to fuck off with,” he bluntly dejected. “Because you meddled with this dimension, in particular, everyone inhabitin' it has been altered. Down to their friggin’ memories! Fella, this whole place is strugglin' not to unravel on itself. If we don’t somehow fix this, a lotta people will die!”

Beatrix stiffened, unable to keep her gaze on Arcanum, knowing he was right. Midnight and Moonlight earlier demonstrated the effects of this world’s fluxing state. Not to mention what Shadow Scythe had commented about her world.

“It’s too late to feel sorry about your own buffoonery, Beatrix,” reminded Iclyn. “You can’t undo what your powers have wrought. But you can allow us to help finally stabilize them."

"Too right," Arcanum said with a nod. "Listen. I believe ye wouldn’t intentionally call all this dark abysmal bullshit down on yer friend’s planet! And while I may not have the full extent to your space hoppin’ bullocks, I’ve at least figured out how to do it safely, after a lotta careful experimentation!”

“W-well, what about your squad? O.S.S., was it? Shouldn’t they be able to help us too...?”

“Unfortunately, I was cut off from me crew once I got here,” the erenn unicorn explained. “Until I can discover how to reach ‘em, I ain’t got much choice but to work with you lot. So…” he clapped his hands together, turning to leave. “...best get a move on, shall we? Sorry to dine and dash!”

“Wha-hey!” Beatrix whined, hands thrust on her wide hips. “Who put you in charge?"

Arcanum paused and refaced the violet unicorn with an annoyed glance hands buried in his coat. “Oh, I’m sorry, love. I was under the impression you actually wanted me help gettin’ the piss stainin’ yer knickers cleaned. Am I wrong?”

“Ehh… w-well, no, I do. But-”

“Then I suggest you keep that cockhole shut! This ain’t gonna be a pleasure cruise, Beatrix. I get shit done! Plain n’ simple! And you've left quite a trail!”

The violet unicorn fell silent. Much as she hated to admit it, the warlock was clearly experienced, with how he carried himself. Sure, Beatrix went on plenty of adventures, but unlike her, Arcanum was formally trained and disciplined in his craft.

“Would it interest you to finish lunch first?” offered Moon Hammer, as he and Arcanum recalled they'd attended when Cerise wed.

The scruffy stallion turned to the table of food before walking over and having a seat. “Don’t mind if I do! Been a while since I had me a proper meal! Been starvin' away on canned noodles and instant ramen stored in me pocket dimension!”

Beatrix exhaled in relief once everybody settled back at the table, where they resumed eating and drinking before the trip ahead, a somewhat tranquil mood returned to the cozy abode.

“You're always welcome back here,” Strawberry Moon said between mouthfuls. “So why not consider this your home away from home?"

"Not a bad idea," replied Arcanum when he sampled one of the wines the bovines offered him. "Truth be told, I set me up a 'warp point' nearby. Useless on its own, but once I connect it-"

"We’ll need a suitable matching point," reasoned Penumbra. "Once we've located Lightning Spark and Shining Armor, and I presume the latter still holds dominion over the Crystal Empire, that should prove a sufficient connection point."

"Oh, look at that? Reliable, safe travel," said Arcanum, who continued to shoot Beatrix a dark look. “All without the expense of everyone’s livelihood. Fuckin' ingenious, ain’t it love?”

Beatrix shrank under his and Iclyn's stares, while the looks of sympathy she received from Cerise and her herd only worsened the bitter feelings weighing down her chest. After so much time spent with Oona, she nearly forgot what it was like to be hated, as she leaned on her support.

Was this how Bellatrix currently felt? Perhaps Dion, Shadow Scythe, Zeloph, and Moxxi, too?

A solemn sense of quiet dawned over them, troubled by what Arcanum claimed. The dimensions were in flux, and parts of them were melded into one place here. They continued to eat and drink, making casual conversation among themselves. Iclyn and Arcanum appeared to be getting along swell, while Midnight, Moonlight, Cerise, and Penumbra were diving into a discussion about reuniting with Lightning Spark, hopeful they safely reached the Crystal Empire.

But Beatrix remained silent, letting the guilt chew away at her heart while rubbing her stylized Prima Materia for morale support. The broach reminded her of what happened to Cerise's world...and she swore not to let history repeat!

*****

After their guests left, the twins helped Moon Hammer clean up. He'd warned them many times not to overwork themselves, but the bovine sisters continued to dote on him, the minotaur unable to help but return their smiles as they hummed and cleaned the dishes. Whatever mistakes she'd made, he couldn't help but be thankful Beatrix had helped him find them.

He'd returned home a hero with his 'cows' in tow, whereupon with the help of alchemy, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse altered themselves to better suit him and safely bear his children. Likewise, they had changed their names to better match him as the warrior blacksmith rose to become the unofficial chief of this villa. The people here looked to him for support and protection, and he wouldn't let them down. He came behind the sisters and wrapped muscular arms about them.

"It's almost time~," reminded Strawberry Moon, bent over the sink to present her posterior.

Blue Moon undid her older sister's cow print bikini top from behind and let her massive mammaries bounce out, the titflesh adorned by incredibly wide areola, the slits in the perky pink, erect nipples beaded in milky drops. "We need to be properly milked~," she sultrily cooed.

Strawberry Moon freed her twin's swollen, milky titties, which wobbled and slapped into place once they settled, their breasts and loins aflame with a need for relief. They proved overproductive since their alterations to better suited his body, which could break a mare, and depended on their hubby to help sate them.

A duty their husband was all too happy to fulfill. Glowing as he slid down their bikini bottoms, a thin streak of feminine fluid connected their swelled snatches to the crotches of their drawn-down attire, as he stripped his wives completely. Bells around their collars tinkled, which the half-bovine twin sisters wore to show they were claimed by him. Transmuted somewhere between haulster and mare, their pussies winked.

The twins bent over the empty side of the sink and waved their wide bottoms, their tails linked to form a heart in anticipation. He hated to choose between them as he removed his apron and loincloth, the bull's massive cock lined up with Strawberry Moon's winky wet pussy first.

"Yes~!" She cried out in ecstasy when he pierced her moist tunnel, driven balls deep once he carefully took her, thankful that the potions they took kept their unborn babies safe, no matter how wild he bred them. Gradually he started to pound her, met by smacks of assmeat, firm hands wrapped around udders that he squeezed.

Sprays of milk splattered the sink's insides as he slowly emptied her pendolous titties, left to sway about whenever he didn't knead them. He pinched, pulled, and tweaked her pokey nipples, then nipped her ears while he skewered deeper.

She and her twin wantonly moaned; their cutie marks, a pair of intertwined female symbols, lit up as they shared and thus doubled the sensations each felt. They acquired this talent when their cutie marks first manifested and knew they never wanted to be apart. That they were destined to one day share a worthy lover.

He knew from experience they liked him to be rough with them, that they needed his firm hands to manhandle those fat udders, which he yanked up and down, met by their mewls as repeated small orgasms that started in their tits crashed over them while he milked the bovines like cows.

"Please...inside," pleaded Strawberry, as he sank in fully and snorted to loosen himself. His bull cock flared and impacted her slimy pink interior. Gaped wide open once he withdrew, her cunt squirted on him with each lewd wink, as dribbles of her honey and spunk dripped from her wet slit.

He wasted no time repeating the same process on Blue Moon; her udders were also seized and squeezed without mercy as he drove into her. She tittered and moaned as her mashed tits splattered their sweet milk across the sink and mixed with her sister's own thick, white lactation.

"C-cum inside me too," wheezed Blue Moon as her clenched cunt desperately milked his buried cock, still laced in her twin's honey and cum. The sisters squealed happily when he landed firm smacks on their plush asses. He brutally pounded away for several minutes, then fired into her.

"Oh...yes..." Their eyes rolled into their heads as they came on him anew, his abs splashed in their messy squirts, marked by the scent of his lovely cows. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her stretched and creamed funhole too, but continued to milk their swelled-up udders, a twin tit taken in each palm while he worked them over to relieve what soon could turn painful to them.

Moon Hammer's face fell, lost in worries as he milked his cows. He'd never been happier in his life...and yet feared it would soon be ripped away. "Strawberry. Blue. You know I love you more than anyone. But I also have a duty to this villa, so-"

"You want to help Beatrix save this world," murmured Strawberry Moon.

The minotaur nodded, comforted by the soft brush of their breasts, the warm honeyed milk that spurted and dribbled from heavy udders that would sustain their powerful babies.

Blue Moon's eyes teared up when she cried, "But you could die! You can't leave us alone!"

"I...I know," he said, torn between his duty to his family, his people, and this world's fate. "For a warrior, there's always a risk. But should Beatrix fail, we'll lose it all anyway! I can't stand by!"

"You have a point," confessed Strawberry Moon as he yanked and pinched a nipple. "Ah~!" He switched his hands to each sister's not yet milked titty, where he took a moment to feel the heft of each milk-filled udder, before he started to possessively drain the tits with hard squeezes.

In truth, they'd made a small fortune since they bottled and sold their milk, which wasn't unusual for the female bovines in his culture. He liked to sample their lactate himself on occasion, as he'd simultaneously take a plump nipple from each twin into his mouth and suckle away. Their milk proved honey sweet and left him invigorated for well over an hour, which helped him craft tools.

"Swear you'll come back," pleaded Blue, who panted when she held his milk-stained hand to her milky tit, her heartbeat audible as the sisters intertwined their tails with his own. Her rounded belly pressed into his chiseled midsection, her coral pink eyes locked with his troubled stare.

"I swear," he proclaimed. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to stay by their sides. To do his work and come home to his cow wives, who he milked dry and made sweet love to routinely.

Yet, he would have to take up his hammer once more to protect this world! The sisters pushed him to the wooden floor which creaked below.

Grunts rose from Moon Hammer when Strawberry Moon sat upon his face, his bull snout enveloped by her soft, supple asscheeks. "I know you already creamed one hole," she cooed at her well-stretched cunt, still packed with his seed stuffed into her pink, slick walls. "But you're free to play with my asshole~!" She puckered her sphincter for him as his tongue started to trace its warm rim and drove its way deep inside.

At the same time, she and Blue Moon leaned forward, wrapping their milk-laden udders around his veiny bull cock. They cooed, drooled down his dick as it bobbed, then fellated him in tandem. The milk maids cleaned his tool, still slick with their juices, and suckled out the precum from his flared tip, which pulsed and throbbed around their pouty lips in a bid to drain his balls.

They'd repeatedly told him how they wanted to fill the village with his offspring. That they hoped he'd pierce their nipples to better show he'd staked his claim on his submissive cows. Sometimes, he wondered what he'd done to deserve such loyal, lovely half-bovines breeders!

Before the alchemy alterations, he'd had to be careful with them, but haulsters were a hardy lot. They had to be, to endure a bull once he was worked up to mate. Thankfully, the changes also assured their spawn were protected, even when he lost all sense of himself when he fucked them.

Groaning, he emptied his balls all over the sisters, absolutely soaked in a geyser of cum that exploded across their faces and tits, repeatedly slapped by ropes of cum that impacted them. They pressed their mouths to his tip and tried to swallow down his load as their cheeks ballooned. Their eyes rolled back into their heads from euphoria while excess erupted out their nostrils.

Their udders heaved as nostrils bubbled with his spunk, which burned on the way out and left tears in their coral pink eyes. Not that the masochistic half-mares minded the treatment!

After he spent his last shot slathered on their bulbous tits, the Moon twins leaned in and kissed above his still half-erect cock, as they chewed on and traded his dense seed. A mark of life that helped bond the half-bovines to their studly bull.

His hazed-over eyes lazily turned to bottles of milk on a countertop. A concoction they prepared for him in case of something like this. Alchemy had enhanced their lactate and would keep it fresh for quite some time. Most importantly, its many effects could prove useful, in time...

*****

The sun began to set over the forestry once the party ventured deeper inside. Typically, tracking a pair of stealthy thieves would prove all but impossible. Fortunately, with Arcanum leading the front, he provided a spell able to pick up their faint trail. But it was merely a short time later when the melody of a bamboo flute carried across the wind, across the thick maze of trees.

“We’re gettin’ close,” the eeren stallion told the others. “Best be on yer guard. Couldn't port over any of me weapons, but me spells'll work fine!”

Penumbra pondered aloud. “Playing an instrument this loud goes against the idea of drawing less attention, doesn't it? Unless-”

“Not unless they want someone’s attention,” considered Cerise, who skipped at his side. “Maybe they’re calling out for Lightning Spark!”

“Or they know we’ve been tracking them, and we're about to fall into a trap!” assumed Iclyn.

“Or, hear me out, they just like playing music,” Beatrix offered with a sheepish grin, earning a few more hard stars from her two mentors.

"Sister…" Midnight growled under his breath, his massive plumage unfurling and his blue fur puffed u before suddenly shooting off. Cerise and Moonlight tried to grab him, only for his speed to pick up instantly when he raced away in a blur.

“What the hell is he doin’?!” Arcanum harshly said. “He’ll give away our position! A soldier's supposed to be disciplined, not half-cocked all the time!”

“There’s no time to argue,” the pale pegasus berated, Penumbra also taken to the air beside Cerise and her herd mate. “After him! Quickly!!”

Aware there was little choice, the other travelers quickly hurried behind the blue pegasus. "Middy," whispered Cerise, unable to calm him down.

"He'll be okay," assured her fellow herd mate, Moonlight aware she had no hope of keeping up with her false wings. Instead, she dashed across the earth, eyes narrowed in determination. "Damn! I was so wrapped up in all our problems, I forgot to ask Moon Hammer to take a look at my replacements! Would really help if I could fly!"

Penumbra nodded at her replica plume, slowed to let her keep up, and rubbed his own replacement arm. "I too wanted him to take a look. Perhaps when we reached our destination-"

Moonlight skidded to a stop once she found a pristine river that cut across the forest through the clearing. Her hands cupped the water when she knelt and confirmed, “I think it's safe?”

"Looks like the corruption hasn't spread through here yet," noted Arcanum, who opened his palm to catch one of many pink petals floating across the breeze. “Wait, are these… cherry blossoms?”

“Parts of another land sucked into this one," observed Iclyn. “These exotic trees most likely originate from the yokai’s world…” She breathed in an unfamiliar, yet pleasant scent on the wind.

“Over there, look!” Beatrix pointed to the other side, where the supposed bandits rested under one of the strange sakura trees. The fox man providing the ambient flute music laid across a branch, his tail and leg lazily swinging. The raccoon dog child was seated on a rock, fishing with a pole and string. Cautiously the witch started to approach, a smoke bomb in hand.

But their peaceful late afternoon was cut short when Midnight landed in the river, splashing about with heavy steps, approaching the duo. The younger yokai jumped, crying, “Aniki!”

The vulpine put away his woodwind instrument and hopped down to her side, his green eyes narrowed inside the sockets of his mask. “Stay behind me, Chisana-Ha. This one’s unhinged…” he warned, lightly pushing his sibling behind with his tail when the white-armored soldier approached.

Midnight locked on the pendant around the fox’s neck, and a flood of repressed memories surfaced. His eyes turned white from rage, his form bulking up, muscles lined in veins as he yelled, “Thieves! That’s not yours!! Give it back!!!”

Following where the angered stallion was looking, Kyube held up the heirloom before shaking his head. “Not until you’ve calmed down first. There’s no need to get violent. We can resolve this-”

But the kitsune barely had time to finish his sentence when the hyper-stallion hurled himself at him with an open palm. The bandits jumped out of his path, the tanuki girl hiding in the brush while the vulpine landed in the sparkly water.

"It’s mine!” Midnight shrieked, stomping towards him, snout drawn in a feral snarl. “GIVE IT BACK!!”

“Okay… The hard way, then,” growled Kyube, summoning his wooden staff and taking a defensive stance. With every swing and strike the pegasus made, the fox countered through a quick step or deflective block, driven back by his blows.

“We can’t just stand here,” Cerise said when she rushed toward the skirmish. “We’ve gotta stop this!” She readied her own amethyst tip spear.

"W-wait, princess!" warned Moonlight once she held her back. "Midnight's not himself! It's like-" She'd seen him act like this a few times, whenever they encountered changelings. She realized it was due to that pendant...a family heirloom of his she hadn't seen in so many years!

“Hang on, brother!” Beatrix proclaimed after she lit her horn and levitated towards the battle.

“Stupid fuck,” grumbled Arcanum before vanishing as well in a blink, though not anywhere the others could see as they also rushed in.

Kyube’s ears perked up as the violet unicorn hovered and called, “Stop this at once. Just give up the pendant, and no one has to get hurt!”

“We’re past the point of negotiation, I’m afraid,” the fox man grunted as he hardly dodged another wild punch. He noticed part of his mask was fractured and glowered at his crazed opponent, “Now? It’s a little bit personal!”

Kyube somersaulted onto Midnight’s arm to propel himself upward, his bushy tail unfurling into three. The falling pink petals and leaves flared around him with a greenish blue aura, before he launched them all at blinding speed. The hyper-stallion bellowed, his face, arms, and white armor littered with dozens of tiny cuts.

Beatrix glared. “I warned you!” Her horn and hands glowed with her dark sparkly aura as she cast a storm of offensive spells at the fox man. The beams hit their mark, only for him to disperse in more leaves. “What the-? An illusion?!”

Another vulpine arose, thwacking Beatrix hard in the back of her skull with his wooden staff. She fell unconscious into the arms of a third copy, who caught her mid-air and laid her onto the river bank upon landing. Both yokai bandits returned their attention to Midnight and rushed toward the screaming berserker with a battle cry.

Suddenly, water washed over the boys before instantly freezing, encasing the foxes in a glacial casket. Iclyn disenchanted her magic and casually flipped her snow-white mane with her hand.

Beatrix rose up with a groan, clutching her nape. As she saw the giant ice pillar holding Midnight and Kyube, flash-frozen in place, the witch turned to the deighdyr and bitterly berated, “And you didn’t do this from the start because...?!”

“Nobody asked me to,” she responded with a nonchalant shrug. Beatrix groaned while accepting Penumbra’s hand to help her up.

“Middy,” Cerise cried, reaching to touch before reeling her hand away from how stingingly cold the ice was. "Ouch! Please tell me he's-"

“Relax, princess,” the cyan deer assured her. “I’ll unfreeze them in a bit. After they cooled down.”

The real Kyube observed from a distance, thankful to have avoided the icy fate of his decoys. Now to find where Chisana hid, and-

“Oi, willie!”

The male kitsune turned to find Arcanum Folklore, holding a squirming tanuki child by her sash. He gave a cheeky smirk as his coat billowed amidst the petals and said, “This your rugrat?”

“A-Aniki! Aniki!!”

“Let her go!” he warned, drawing his staff again and running at him. But the shaggy unicorn unsheathed his Kurdish dagger from underneath his overcoat, using his aura to telekinetically poise it at the straining tanuki girl. Kyube paused his assault, a hand reaching out. “W-wait! Don’t-”

“Oh, don’t get yer tails in a twist,” remarked Arcanum, who turned his runic etched blade to the vulpine, surprised to find the blade followed him over...almost like it hid in his pocket dimension, until he needed it to manifest. “I ain’t gonna harm a pretty hair on her head… so long as you play nice and do as I say. Sauvy?”

The two bandits looked at each other before the kitsune begrudgingly dropped his large stick and held his arms up in surrender. Likewise, the raccoon dog ceased her struggle, folding her arms and pouting childishly within his iron hold.

Arcanum’s grin widened when the unicorn warlock finally declared, “Checkmate~!”

*****

It felt like they’d been marching forever. But eventually, Lightning Spark and Equinox arrived at their destination. The Crystal Empire had changed since the world fell to the changeling invasion; the icy tundras died away, replaced by forestation that wildly bloomed out of control.

Odder still, its sparkle mainly had been lost, replaced by further militarization. Every youth was trained in basic combat, in case the day arrived where they needed to be conscripted. For some, a life of war was all they'd ever known.

Cautiously, the light blue pegasus tread behind her burly escort when the mares approached the borders that served as a checkpoint ahead.

Guards turned in their direction. "Ahh, Autumn Equinox," one greeted with a solitary nod. "Back from patrol. And who is this scrawny mare?"

"Lightning Spark," she answered with a clipped salute. "I'm not with any unit! I'm an escapee from the hive! I have to see-" The soldiers raised their wands, which shimmered once they ran them close to their bodies. Momentarily, the mares were x-rayd. Then the border patrol gave a nod, satisfied they weren't drones in disguise.

"Can't be too careful around these parts," mused Equinox with a heave of her muscled shoulders.

"Especially when it comes to you marauders," a soldier answered, the distrust clear on his snout.

“And yet we're a rank higher than you! Funny how life works, huh~?” the thestral retorted with a lazy grin. "Bet you liked the show too~," she taunted, the mares briefly rendered nude by the x-ray.

“Hmph! Anyhow, you two are free to enter. But don't cause any trouble. We'll have our eyes on you," he warned as the patrol parted before him.

"Look all you want," taunted Equinox when she pressed her snout to his. "But if you so much as think about harming me, you can kiss your sweet ass goodbye~" She crudely slapped the stallion on his ass with a snicker, then pushed her way inside. Lightning blushed and followed into the walled city, which appeared closer to a military compound after its numerous renovations.

There was barely any time to take in the sights as Equinox shoved citizens that milled about aside. Beyond the walls were mounted with cannons, archers, and casters, into the palace itself, which served as headquarters for the heart of their army. Guards uncrossed their spears to allow them entry, the double doors thrown wide open.

"Oh, splendid," came a sarcastic voice from up ahead as heavy boots stomped on the floor. “And here I was, fantasizing how you met your untimely demise at the hands of those monsters.”

“Happy to see you too, Fiery Kickstart," snorted Equinox, a hand on her hip. Lightning Dust took in one of the commanders approaching them. A yellow pegasus with a flame-red mane to match his name. Like many survivors of the last worldwide war, he bore a hideous scar… that is, half a once handsome face severely burnt. She peered at the towering bat mare, Equinox's own war scars partially hidden behind an eyepatch.

Yet she proudly kept her body on display, her muscled curves barely hidden by her bikini-like attire. She smirked at the stallion in a buttoned up lab coat beside him and said, “You’re up bright and early! The sun hasn’t fully set~!”

"I was rudely woken by my cohort here upon news of your return,” the unicorn stallion yawned, rubbing the sleep from his pale blue eyes before adjusting his spectacles. The disheveled scientist appeared lanky, his apple green mane a shaggy mess, his earthly brown coat green. He spotted the pegasus mare cowering behind Equinox, took a moment to size the scrawny mare up, and asked, “Who's this?”

"Lightning Spark," explained the marauder after she pushed the cautious mare forward. “She escaped from one of their hives.”

The brown-green unicorn studied the timid pegasus for another second before offering his hand. “Web Spinner,” he introduced himself with a warm smile. “Head of the weapons division.”

The electric blue pegasus surveyed his tired expression before hesitantly accepting his hand with a firm shake. Pulling his arm away, he continued, “Any information you could provide me would be greatly appreciated. It may prove vital in eliminating the changeling threat once and for-”

“Yeah, yeah. There’ll be time for that later," broke in Fiery, impatient. "Our resident night owl here still needs to finish a weapon that will eradicate the whole hive! Or at the least, render their race sterile!” He cast an unimpressed gaze over Lightning Spark. “And what business does she have here? This isn't a place for civilians!”

Equinox replied, “She requests permission to speak with Commander Shining Armor...sir. In fact, I think she might actually be his-”

"Daughter?" finished Fiery Kickstart with a roll of his eyes. “Haven’t heard that one before. Everyone’s claiming to be his kid these days…”

The implications riled Lightning Spark up, she was about to tell him off for his disrespect, but Equinox pulled her back, shaking her head. The half-faced pegasus continued to stare her down, reminded of his rival's son, a talented cadet who'd vanished one day in the line of duty, never to return. Perhaps there was some relation...?

"Follow me," he commanded and led them further in, down a series of torch-lit corridors.

They arrived at an office, and after a harsh knock, the door opened. Everyone entered Commander Shining Armor's space, the walls decorated with medals and trophies to remind the paladin of his numerous achievements. The alabaster unicorn was their most decorated war hero, the Crystal Empire's hope, ever since their queen was lost.

Shining Armor limped over, one of his legs crippled in the war, forced to lean on a cane for support. His white suit shimmered in the shadows, his eyes wide when they fell on the familiar-looking mare between his allies. "A-ahh!? Is that-" His face lit up, recognizing Snowy Blizzard in the youthful mare's lovely features.

"L-Lightning Spark, sir," she said with an awkward salute. She swallowed hard in his presence, all eyes thrown upon her. "I'm an escapee from one of the hives. But what matters is lots of ponies are still trapped there! My mother included! I request you send your forces to help save her!"

"Snowy Blizzard's alive? No, that can’t be,” he stated, his face creased in a twitch. "Impossible!"

"It's not impossible! I saw it with my own eyes! We have to move now!" Sparks of electricity zapped across her feathers, stacks of papers scattered from his desk when her fur started to stand on end from the static, much to their astonishment.

She seethed, consumed by memories of her naked, knocked-up mom, Snowy Blizzard ready to spit out who-knows-how-many ovums that had been pumped into her overstuffed womb!

“Whoa, easy there, Sparky,” Equinox warned as she tried to seize her, only for the shock to bite her frazzled hand. “Ouch! W-what the hell!?”

"Fascinating," mused Web Spinner, who carefully approached. An odd, undetectable smell filled Spark's nostrils, who felt a sense of tranquility wash over her while the electricity died away.

The burn scarred half of Fiery's face twitched an eyebrow. "What the hell was that, indeed?"

“I’m not sure,” the shaggy unicorn said, rubbing his chin while he looked over the startled pegasus, who further shrank inward. “At first, it seemed like bio-electricity. But I detect no physical signs of mutation like a generative organ or pouch. Could it be a new form of magic?”

“T-that smell,” she murmured, her snout pointing towards the scientist. “It’s coming from... you!”

“Me? O-oh, you must mean…” Web Spinner removed a wand from his lab coat pocket. A vile weapon carved from a slain unicorn’s horn, one of many contrabands their army had taken back from a crushed hive, which allowed anyone to work simple spells until it burned out. The others recoiled with disgust at the mere sight of it.

"Blech! Would you put that thing away?” spat Fiery. “Have some respect! It’s bad enough we have to resort to using their damned weapons!”

“To defeat our enemy, we must know our enemy,” retorted the disheveled scientist, thrusting his hands back into his lab coat. “Though it seems they’ve affected Lightning’s senses in a way. Normally, our noses wouldn’t be able to pick up such complex pheromones.”

“P-pheromones?” The pegasus mare gulped.

The brown-green unicorn smiled and offered, “If you want, I could examine you and look for any potential internal changes done! That way-”

“On your own time, Web Spinner,” Shining Armor denounced him. “Right now, I want a heavy unit ready by the dawn, with Lightning’s coordinates to the hive she and her mother are from.”

“What?! But that's on such short notice!” fumed Fiery, his fists balled up.

“That’s an order,” the commander firmly restated. “We need to smoke ‘em out and rescue any hostages still alive. Round up your men, and have them prepared by morning. Understood?”

“I-I… urrrrgh! Sir, yes sir,” he saluted before casting his heated glare at Lightning Spark. “You better be worth it, girl!” The yellow pegasus mumbled while storming out of the office.

Shining shook his head as he turned to the marauder mare. “Equinox will make her report. Spinner, show Lightning Spark to her bunk and have her settle down. She must be tired and starved.” His gaze softened on the light blue pegasus. “After you’ve given Fiery Kickstart his coordinates, I’d like to have a word with you.”

“Y-yes, sir!” The unicorn commander gave a nod, dismissing his troops after he turned his back on them all, cupping his hands behind.

Lightning wondered why he was so eager to send them away, but nonetheless followed after Web Spinner towards the bunks set aside for cadets. She wasn't a soldier, not really, merely someone who'd dreamed of the day she'd become a Wonderbolt, then forced to take up arms.

But until then, all she could do was follow the chain of command, hoping it would result in her mother’s swift rescue after dawn broke.

*****

Once they were alone, Shining Armor locked his office and drew the blinds to project his absence. Usually, he'd return to his room by this time, but he'd often sleep here these days. Mostly because back in the comforts of his room, he was reminded of his sweet Cadance's loss; she and Flurry Heart were one of many victims when Queen Chrysalis invaded, and her swarms tore apart their civilization. Stallions were expected to form a herd and bear offspring here, but he was on permanent mourning after his wife's demise, excused from such duties that befell his people.

He limped back to his desk. "Report, marauder."

“Oh, it’s just ‘marauder’ now?" Equinox snickered, her back pressed to the door, her toned arms folded below her breasts. “It’s easier than calling me by my name, huh? After all, I'm not the white knight that everybody looks up to! The heroic paladin, his armor unblemished and his ivory sword stained only in the blood of monsters~!"

"I believe I asked you for your report," he repeated, his snout drawn in a thin line.

She skulked over. "Or what, you’ll have my head? Or my ass? Afraid to get your hands dirty with me?" She rested her barely-clad tits on his back and cackled louder when he turned and threw her off. “When did you become such a wimp~?”

"Don't touch me," Shining warned, his eyes narrowed. "Don't-" The unicorn stiffened after her hands curled into his uniform, ripped open to bear his chiseled white chest. He tossed her off him, only for the thestral to spin in mid-air with mirth and land on her steel boots. Before she fully touched down, he crossed over and tackled her, somewhere between a dance and a skirmish.

"There he is," Equinox taunted, his firm hands on her. “The real Shining Armor~!”

"Shut up!" He snarled, the top of his uniform shredded from his movements as it fell away. His fist curled atop her scant top and tore it clean off, her bared tits dropped loose, left to wobble out.

"If only dear, sweet Cadance could see how far you've fallen," she pressed further as his firm hand snaked into her bikini bottoms to draw them down, her firm ass cheeks and inflamed pussy exposed to the chill air. "How heartbroken would she be, to know you fucked your best friend's wife silly after she kicked the bucket!"

His teeth clenched once she mentioned Thunder Storm, another former commander, his old pal, and the late husband to Snowy Blizzard. Both the mare Snowy and he had lost their spouses in the fires of war...only to find comfort with each other.

"Keep my wife’s name out of your filthy mouth!" He rammed three of his fingers into Equinox's snatch with a squelch and felt her inflamed snatch drip down his palm as he hooked up the digits and rubbed at her spongy g-spot. She moaned in appreciation and tightened her snatch around him as he explored her moist, pink tunnel that winked in need, met by more lewd squelches while he continually probed her warm interior.

The marauder remembered how easy it was, the first day she’d seduced him. Or, more accurately, she'd wound him up until he hate-fucked her, like he did now. Shining Armor dared not turn her away. Not when she could so easily blackmail him and have Fiery Kickstart overtake his position.

Though if she did, the bat mare would miss out on how well her commander fucked her! He slammed her onto the desk, where she landed on her side, the wind almost knocked her as more papers scattered. “But it wouldn’t stop there,” continued Equinox giddily. “I remember the way you leered at your son’s closest friend. Hoping to fuck Moonlight River before she left to find him, huh? And she was little more than a cadet! You like 'em sweet and young, don't you? Nubile innocents, barely flowered out of their teens-"

"Shut! The fuck! Up!" Shining Armor raised one of her legs, fingers withdrawn in a trail of her cunt nectar as he fully slammed his cock hilt deep into her. She squealed as his flared head pierced past her cervix and breached into her slippery womb, in an attempt to claim and dominate the bitch.

His power-bottom bitch cackled in his face, aware she had him wrapped around her. No matter how hard and often he fucked all her holes into submission, the thestral was ultimately in control.

Quickly she screamed and came for the first time tonight. The marauder squirted over his buried cock and balls, her tits and ass manhandled by the stallion that she helped sink to her level.

Grunts came from him, his eyes half-closed as his flared throbbed and pumped his heavy load into her uterus. “You’re so pathetic,” Equinox wheezed as his cumshots impacted her slimy walls, the excess of his semen left to pool down her asscrack once it settled into her puckered pink asshole. “Don’t act like you’re better than me! We both know the truth. There isn’t a mare alive you wouldn’t try to stuff your dick into. Not even Snowy’s pretty daughter, am I right~?”

He didn’t respond outside of heavy glare and deep breaths, but the way his cock twitched back to life was all the answer Equinox needed.

Snickering, she rolled and slammed him onto his back atop the desk, where she straddled him and directed his still half-erect, soaked shaft to her backdoor. Equinox threw back her head and impaled herself with a lusty whine, her bat wings spread when she started to bounce her firm ass atop him to a slap of wet flesh. “That's it! Split this ass wide open, you fucking perverted pig~!”

Shining’s hands clasped her hips, unable to deny her words. The white unicorn had swiftly taken Thunder Storm’s wife to bed after he died in the war. Fathered Midnight Blitzer, giving Lightning Spark a brother in secret, before losing both her and Snowy Blizzard to a swarm. Started to lust after Moonlight River once she served under his unit, since the more he repressed his desires, the further his shameful, twisted lusts were stoked.

Shamelessly, he'd sometimes picture her in Equinox's place when he took her. The marauder was the unicorn’s stress ball, the one he deserved, down in the muck like him after he'd fallen so far. He seized one of the suspended titties that bounced atop him and felt his cock start to flare for fresh relief. “Go ahead,” she seethed between sharp teeth. “Stuff my ass~!”

Unable to hold back anymore, Shining moaned and blasted into her asshole. The thestral screeched in triumph, her nails raked down his bare chest when she squirted anew, his crotch and part of the desk absolutely soaked in her love nectar, since they'd wrecked his office like usual.

He heaved, and his eyes watered, lust turned to shame. “Naawww,” the bulky thestral murmured and patted his cheek. “Poor Shinie Whinie~”

“Fuck off," he muttered, overcome by familiar self-hatred. “Just… leave me alone.”

"But you’re so vulnerable right now," said Equinox, as she draped her nakedness atop him, his palms taken by her and left to rest atop her plush buttocks. “C’mon. Pretend I'm your sweet princess," she whispered in his ear. "I doubt she'd allow you to slap her around and demean her with filthy names. Hell, if not me, I could capture a changeling for you to force into whoredom! Let it pretend to be your lost love! What’s one more slutty bitch to distance yourself from her~?"

“For the last time, marauder, stop talking,” he declared. “No one could ever replace Cadance…”

To punctuate the difference between them, he harshly slapped one of her tits, which wobbled back into her place while Equinox winced. Yet she continued to shoot him a toothy smirk of a leer.

He'd lost count of how many times they'd hate-fucked here. His eyes drifted to a picture of Cadance and Flurry Heart with him in a corner, the one part he made sure remained untouched.

But he could never have his family back. His soul died with them. This was his life now.