Silent Night was flying.

He did not know where to and why, and he did not care.

The rushing winds of the Canterhorn pushed his body around like a leaf in the wind. As soon as tears welled up at the corner of his tired eyes, they were ripped off his fur and claimed by the air around him.

With tired flaps, he worked his way ever upward towards the peak, ignoring the frost slowly numbing the feeling in the thin membranes of his wings. No matter how much he pushed himself, her eyes would not leave his consciousness. Every time he blinked against wind; they would be there. Her golden eyes would flare up and burn out, again and again.

A vicious gust slammed into Silent Night, sending him spinning out of control. Cold. Pain. The world became a dizzying whirlwind. Gritting his teeth, he fought to regain control—but then, on impulse, he surrendered. Eyes closed; wings relaxed. No more struggle. He yielded to the air's whims, greeting each shove with resignation. Up, down. Left, right. Backwards, forwards. The tumbling continued, but now on nature's terms, not his.

It wasn’t long until his forward momentum had been swallowed up and he was falling out of the sky like a stone. It felt like he was finally relaxing a muscle he had been clenching all his life, letting go and feeling the current taking him away. For just a moment, he was at peace.

However, this liberation did not last long. After only a few seconds, his deeper instincts kicked into gear as his yellow eyes snapped open.

The strain on his wings was almost unbearable as they caught him in freefall and started pushing him forwards again. After finally regaining full control of his flight, he turned his gaze downwards and saw the rocks racing by not far below him. It had been a close thing.

Being utterly exhausted of flying, he slowed down and came to a rough landing, barely noticing the rocks bruising his hooves and legs.

Panting heavily, he lazily considered his surroundings, like having just woken up from a nap. It must have been sometime around 3 am, there was no sign yet of the inevitable sunrise. The spring night carried scents of flowers and melting mountain snow.

The small rocks crunched satisfyingly underneath Silent Night’s hooves as he trotted around the mountain slope aimlessly. Here, in the shadow of the Canterhorn mountain, the lights and activities of Canterlot were quickly forgotten. Just a lonely Sarosian staring into nothingness.

Echolocation: an unconscious habit for batponies. Countless echoes paint a world unseen. Silent Night's ultrasonic senses tingled—a cave entrance, nearby. No surprise here. The Canterhorn's slopes are a patchwork of openings, natural and pony-made. Greedy termites, these miners—ponies and diamond dogs alike—burrowing for gems and minerals. Ancient instincts stirred. Silent Night approached, then entered, his hooves barely rustling against the stone.

Navigating in this environment came natural to him. After taking a few random turns, his ears perked up in excitement. Deeper down the cave, crystals lining the walls had absorbed his ultrasound waves, and were answering them with a harmonic echo.

Memories of school lessons flickered in Silent Night's mind. The Crystal Empire, a city of wonder in the frozen north. Its crystals, mined from the Canterhorn and beyond, held unique properties. Properly aligned, they could amplify and transmit both emotion and magic. Some ponies even claimed to hear them sing. Now, surrounded by these glowing minerals, Silent Night understood why.

A once extinguished hope was rekindled by the reverberating crystals.

In an instant, Silent Night began dashing through the pitch-black caverns towards the strange echoes. The rock walls streaked past him, as he let his instincts guide him through the winding tunnels. It wasn’t long until bright crystals started to line the cave walls. However, they sounded just not quite right. Upon each fork in the path, Silent Night had to come to a halt. He had to wait until his breathing calmed just enough and the pounding of his heart had mellowed out. Impatiently, he listened which direction returned the more promising echoes. He would have been unable to describe the feeling to any pony who could not hear the crystals themselves.

It was like he was asking, and the crystals were answering, beckoning him ever forwards into the darkness. Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Left.

Just as the shadow of doubt had begun to rear its head once again, the most beautiful sound reaches his eagerly awaiting ears. The world itself had aligned its frequency with his body. He felt the vibrations tingling through his skull and down his barrel, joining together with the ground at the base of his hooves. His ultrasound pulses and the crystals were singing a duet, and Equestria was bobbing to the rhythm.

Silent Night approached the source with reverence. One hoof. Then another. The corridor widened. A small cavern revealed itself, walls glittering. Crystals everywhere. His ultrasonic pulses danced off the surfaces—playful, gleeful. Like foals in a meadow, they bounced and pranced, painting an auditory masterpiece.

Silent Night trotted to the middle of the cavern, gathered his hooved underneath him, and plopped down. He took a few moments to breath in deeply and just listen to the crystals around him. As his body calmed, he noticed small imperfections in the harmony. Barely perceivable warps in the pitch.

Configuring crystals to perfect harmony was a difficult even for the most experienced of crystallers. To expect it from a natural formation was highly unreasonable. Well, you work with what you have. It had to be enough.

After swearing themselves to Princess Luna, the guardian of the Night, she would reveal to her Night Guards a well-kept secret. A way for them to seek her counsel when all other options had been exhausted. Impossible to intercept or manipulate.

All he had to do was speak the words. The princess had assured him that, even if he was unable to physically produce the sounds, it was still possible to use them. Of course, he had tried it countless times since the invasion and had never succeeded. But maybe, just maybe, here it would work.

To calm his frayed nerves, first he recited the Solace of the Night in his head a couple of times. When his mind had finally come to rest, he began to look for the perfect ultrasound frequency. After a few minutes, the cavern around him was in perfect tune with his body. Everything was ready.

Gathering every ounce of willpower and concentration he could muster; Silent Night focused his whole being on the words. He screamed them, roared them, inside his battered mind, while humming in tune with the crystals.

When hope is gone,
undo this lock.
Send me forth,
On a moonlit walk.

First, nothing happened. The words evaporated before his mind’s eye, leaving barren emptiness. Then, an almost imperceivable change occurred in the reverberations of the crystals. The frequency of their hum crept ever upwards, taking on shriller and shriller notes until they screeched into his sensitive ears with unrelenting ferocity. Silent Night could only cover them with his wings and hooves, as the sounds completely disorientated him. He heard terrible cracking sounds. First hairline fissures appearing in the crystals - then gradually widening into gaping cracks.

Terrible screeches exploded onto his mind as the first crystals violently exploded, showering his cowering body with sharp splinters. Still, the echoes grew louder and louder. Just as Silent Night was certain his mind was about to finally cave to the pressure, the cacophony faded into a single, mournful note and the whole world dropped away.

Silent Night found himself in a familiar, sparsely lit hallway. The mingled scents of candlewax and ancient books washed over him, soothing his troubled mind. This was where he needed to be. Everything would be alright.

As if guided by invisible strings, he approached the black door at the corridor's end. His hoof raised, hesitated, then pressed against the cool surface. One deep breath, and he pushed it open.

The sight that greeted him never failed to take his breath away, no matter how many times he'd seen it. Princess Luna stood silhouetted against the window, her back to him. Her ethereal mane danced in an impossible breeze, catching the soft glow of candlelight. The room's scent—a heady mix of night-blooming flowers and recent rain—filled his senses. Silent Night's heart raced, threatening to burst from his chest.

Despite his awe, his hooves moved of their own accord, carrying him across the threshold and to his princess's side.

Luna towered over him, her form a paradox of strength and delicacy. Her otherworldly beauty seemed as fragile as frost on a pond, yet she radiated power that could reshape reality with a mere flick of her horn. Silent Night felt both humbled and unsettled in her presence.

When he looked at this princess he served and loved with all his heart, he saw her smile. The smile was so sad, that his heart trembled.

“What’s wrong?” he asked with a faint, ghostly voice, not realizing that he had never spoken before.

“We are just waking up from a beautiful dream,” Luna replied with a calm, steely voice, which directly spoke to his mind instead of entering through his ears.

“Isn’t… Isn’t this a dream, too?” Silent Night asked with a shaking voice.

Luna turned her head and focused him with all-white, glowing eyes.

“Of course, my little soldier. Yet we were in a much deeper sleep when your song roused us awake,” she said with a hint of reprimand in her voice.

Guilt pierced Silent Night's heart like an icicle. He swallowed hard, his words tumbling out in a desperate rush. "Your majesty, we need you. The world... it's all wrong, broken. But I've awakened you! Surely now you can—"

Luna's wing unfurled, silencing him as it wrapped around his barrel. She drew him close, her touch a paradox of comfort and authority. Her coat, soft as moonlight, pressed against him like cool silk. Her ethereal mane brushed his neck, reminiscent of autumn's first chill breeze. In this grey life of his, the dream seemed especially colorful and intense.

“My little soldier, the world you knew is fading. Not with a bang, but with a whisper,” Luna whispered in a sad, apologetic hush, as she pulled him further towards him, lightly putting her head upon his.

Silent Night's voice quivered, barely containing his anguish. "The invaders... they've bewitched everypony. They're all so cold, so empty now. There was one pony, so vibrant, so alive... but even she's gone." He blinked rapidly, fighting back tears in his princess's presence as the harsh reality of his world crashed over him anew.

Luna's eyes softened. "Tell me, little one, what is the purpose of dreams?"

The sudden change of topic caught Silent Night off-guard. He took a steadying breath before answering, "Dreams help us process the waking world, Princess. They consolidate memories, preserving what's important and discarding the rest. They're our mind's way of working through fear, guilt, and trauma, freeing our conscious self to face each new day."

"Well said," Luna nodded approvingly. "You truly are a soldier of the night, bearing both strength and wisdom. But what happens when an event is so catastrophic, so traumatic, that even the magic of dreams cannot process it?"

Silent Night's brow furrowed in thought. "In such cases, the mind gets stuck. The afflicted pony relives the same nightmare, over and over. It's what doctors call post-traumatic stress. That's when... that's when you step in, isn't it? You guide them through the maze of their mind, helping them find an escape."

Luna's wing tightened around him, and she drew him closer still, wrapping a comforting hoof around him.

With a soft glow, she conjured up the image of one of the invaders. He was only just a bit taller than her.

“Part of your mind has already gone to sleep. You are confused because the wakeful and slumbering parts of yourself are in conflict with each other. Your dreaming unconsciousness is trying to hide certain… unpleasantries from your wake self. These poor creatures may seem like invaders, to you, like intruders. They are here to guide stragglers to the herd. Their purpose is a noble one and their sacrifice immeasurable,” Luna said as she petted the invader’s head appreciatively.

Why was she talking about dreams? How could she sympathize with the invaders? A terrible realization dawned on Silent Night, as all the puzzle pieces fell in place.

“This… this is all you? You are doing this? Why?” Silent Night managed, as panic settled in.

Princess Luna calmy stroked his neck with her hoof and fixed him with her ghostly white eyes.

“You flatter us, little soldier. We might be the guardian of dreams, but alone, even we would not be able to affect our beloved ponies on such a scale. No, our magics break down after only including a handful of ponies in a dream, a couple dozen at best. All of Equestria? Impossible.”

The dark alicorn's horn glimmered, and suddenly they were standing above Canterlot. The city below seemed dull; its usual vibrancy muted.

"Look closely," Luna whispered.

As Silent Night watched, he noticed subtle changes. Pegasi flew in tight, aggressive formations. Earth ponies moved with an unsettling purpose. Unicorns gathered in secretive circles, their horns pulsing with barely contained power.

“Will it be enough to tell you that this was the only way? Will it be enough to tell you that all other options had been exhausted? That this was the only card left in our hooves? The ultima ratio?” Luna shook her head sadly.

Shifting again, Silent Night and Princess Luna were floating above a griffin village. Young Griffins played in the sun. Old Griffins were browsing in the marketplace. Thousands of migratory birds happily chirping in their cliffside nests.

The princess was pointing towards the sky.

Silent Night’s eyes followed her gaze to a roiling mass of dark, heavy clouds. Their edges were tinged with an eerie, greenish-gray hue. The mammoth cloud formation seemed to boil and churn.

Flashes of light illuminated the clouds from within, briefly revealing their layered depths before plunging them back into shadow. These flashes created a constant, flickering effect, as if the storm was alive and breathing.

Much, much too fast, the menacing darkness crept over the village, swallowing the last vestiges of daylight. The air grew thick and electric, charged with an ominous energy that set his teeth on edge and raised the fur on his back.

Without warning, the sky erupted. A blinding flash seared across the heavens. It was followed instantly by a deafening crack that shook the very foundations of the earth. The villagers barely had time to gasp before the next bolt struck right into one of the buildings. Fire. The griffins’ terror-stricken faces were illuminated with harsh, white glares, as the storm descended upon them like a ravenous beast.

Lightning lashed out in all directions as it struck building after building with merciless precision.

Hail came next. Not small kernels, but projectiles the size of apples. The confusion was total, as some of the griffins tried to flee from the burning buildings, while others sought shelter from the murderous hail. Any who were desperate enough to try and take off, were swept away by the howling winds within seconds.

The village, before a haven of peace, found itself at the mercy of the storm’s awesome and terrifying power.

And just as quickly as it had begun, the storm moved on. Leaving behind a trail of near total destruction, the village was left barely recognizable as such.

The sorrowful cries of birds with broken feathers never ceased.

With an expression of cold acceptance, Princess Luna gestured upwards and spread her wings. Silent Night followed. A single beat of their wings brought them up impossibly high, impossibly fast.

Now above the storm, Silent Night’s most terrible suspicions were confirmed. Within the dark clouds, tens of thousands small, colorful dots were flying among the storm.

The pegasi directed this natural disaster with a horrifying beauty.

After watching for a long while, Silent Night spoke, without turning his eyes away from the spectacle.

“Why would they do this? The griffins are our friends!”

Luna shook her head sadly as she answered.

“Ultimately, ponies are a species of flight. It doesn’t take much. In the ancient times, a single snake in the grass could launch a whole herd into a panicked frenzy. Those instincts are still within us. Maybe it was a misunderstanding, maybe it was some stupid griffin warlord trying to make his mark on the world. It does not matter. You ponies would conquer the world merely in self-defense.”

"But surely you could have stopped it?" Silent Night pleaded.

Luna shook her head. "We are not gods, little one. We are but shepherds, and sometimes the flock strays too far."

For most ponies, the constant trauma hammering upon them might have dulled their senses. But Silent Night had the mental habits of an investigator and he refused to look away. Rather, he looked at the madness and hatred with a rational gaze. The bloody trajectory of ponykind shocked him.

“Unfortunately,” his princess continued, “that is not all.”

Images flashed before Silent Night's eyes: storms that devoured continents, magic that twisted reality, weapons that could shatter the world.

“If ponies obtained mastery of any of these forces, the world might be vaporized in but a moment. When playing with powers such as these, the world tends not to forgive,” Luna said gravely.

Silent Night’s vision was filled with a blinding flash of light. After his eyes had recovered, he stood in an empty, desolate wasteland. Every fiber of his equine being recoiled at the sight.

What he hated the most were the waves of sand blowing across the plane. A visual representation of uncaring entropy, pointless motion. Only the ups and downs of random chance. Without life. Without pattern.

Peaks and valleys flattened into grains of sand. The whole world just a two-dimensional board. Lonely. Desolate. So wide that it was intolerable. He could go forward and backward as long as he liked but would never find the end.

“How did you feel, when you did it?” he asked dejectedly.

“I did it without feeling anything. This fate had to be avoided. I did not care what price had to be paid, neither by me nor by others. Finally, I could see my purpose. Some ponies are born to make their mark on the world, to leave their hoofprints in the soil of history. Others are born to wipe them away,” Luna replied in a determined voice.

“Equestria was an amazing dream, my little soldier,” she continued, “but one always awakes from a dream. We ran out of history. I just wish I could have been here for more of it. Nevertheless, our time on the stage is over.”

Something inside Silent Night, something which was suppressed before, was reawakening. Nightmarish memories, like embers coming back to life, burned more and more fiercely in his heart. In that moment, he saw the rest of his life, in the same dreary greyness as the wasteland around him. Surprisingly, a feeling of peace washed over him. He realized that there was no fight, there was no enemy. Whatever the circumstances, fate had run its course and the whole world was holding its breath, waiting for him to catch up to that fact.

He took a moment to remember all the little sparks of happiness and joy throughout his life. His first friend. His first birthday party. His first kiss. As he did so, the desolate wasteland was replaced by these memories, somehow carrying more life and more detail than he thought possible. Tears started flowing down his muzzle freely, and he made no effort to stop them.

"So, this is... mercy?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Luna nodded solemnly. "A dreamless sleep, rather than a waking nightmare. A chance for life to begin anew, untainted by the sins of the past."

As understanding dawned, Silent Night felt a strange peace settle over him. The world around them faded, leaving only the comforting presence of his Princess.

"What happens now?" he asked.

Luna's eyes shimmered with unshed tears. "Now, my brave soldier, you make a choice. To join your herd in slumber, or to walk a while longer in this fading dream."

Silent Night's eyes snapped open, the cave materializing around him. Despite the tumultuous dream, he felt oddly refreshed. Countless crystal shards littered the floor, each one reflecting his gaze back at him like tiny, luminous eyes. He spared them only a fleeting glance before rising to his hooves.

His innate echolocation guided him effortlessly through the winding passages. As he emerged from the cave's mouth, the day's last light painted the sky in deep purples and oranges. He'd slept far longer than intended, but time seemed less relevant now. With renewed purpose coursing through his veins, Silent Night spread his wings and launched himself towards Canterlot.

The familiar spires of the palace loomed before him, stirring a mix of emotions in his chest. As he made his way through the corridors, following a path worn into his memory, Silent Night found himself drinking in every detail. The intricate tapestries, the whisper of his hooves on marble, the faint scent of old books and polished armor – all of it seemed sharper, more vivid than ever before.

Before he knew it, he his hooves had carried him back to that room. That door he had guarded so diligently, so pointlessly. Knowing precisely what he was going to do, he confidently pushed it open.

The moonlight shining through the crystal panes was a wonderful artist. It created a classical painting with dignified colors and bright strokes. The glow from the skylight washed over the invader lounging in the middle of the room with vivid, warm hues, while the rest of the chamber dissolved in a gentle, relaxing darkness.

Half a dozen figures lounged on scattered pillows, their eyes meeting his with curiosity and satisfaction. 'Invaders,' he had once called them. But now, understanding bloomed within him. They weren't conquerors, but servants of the same cause. Silent Night's perspective shifted, and in that moment, he saw them anew. Not as invaders, but as friends.

With his head held high, he began the process of unbuckling and loosening the straps of his Night Guard armor. With confident, practiced ease, it only took him a few minutes until he was stripped of his clothes. The friends only watched with encouraging smiles.

When he was done, Silent Night strode up to the friend in the middle of the room and mustered him with a playful, challenging smile. In response, the tall stallion stood up from his pillow and answered his smile in kind. In his full height, he needed to look straight down on Silent Night as they stood so closely together.

Communicating without words, he spread his front legs apart, so that Silent Night could step underneath him with a bowed head. As the Night Guard’s muzzle approached the friend’s flank, the scent of the tall stallion filled his nostrils. It was a strong, aromatic smell, conjuring up images of fallen leaves and walnuts.

Plunging in without hesitation, Silent Night pressed his muzzle softly against the stallion’s exposed sheath and gave it a playful kiss. He observed with great satisfaction, as the length quickly started sliding out. The Sarosian greeted every inch of the friend’s shaft with a small kiss and, wrapping his leathery wings out in front of him, caressed the balls with their soft, dexterous tips. With a satisfied smirk, he felt an excited shiver going through the friend’s heavy body.

Somewhere at the edges of his mind, Silent Night registered that his own member had fully slid out as well. He continued to apply his tongue across the friend’s considerable length, while assisting with wing and hoof in soft, sensual strokes. His efforts were soon rewarded, as the quivering cock swiftly gained in stiffness and eventually even a small pearl of semen emerged.

With patient relish, Silent Night slid his tongue across the whole length one more time, starting with the balls and ending at the member’s head, where he greedily licked up the white pearl and applied his lips to carefully suck out the remaining liquid from inside. Silent Night inhaled the salty flavor and was greedy to go further.

He stepped back out from underneath the friend’s body, admiring his work and nodding with a satisfied smile. Not wasting any time, he quickly turned around, sank down onto his front knees and lifted his tail. Bending down was hardly necessary, as the friend could step over him without trouble, but he wanted to give him as easy of an access as possible.

In a conveniently placed mirror, Silent Night observed the friend proudly moving himself on top of him once more. The stallion also bent down his front knees and let a part of his weight rest upon the Night Guard’s back. He patiently aligned his stiff cock with Silent Night’s rear.

With both of their bodies in eager anticipation, it took a few tries until it found purchase and was resting heavily on Silent Night’s backside.

The anatomical implausibility of the whole venture was only faintly finding its way through the Night Guard’s lust. He closed his eyes and decided that it just had to work.

Without warning, he felt the friend bite down hard on his shoulder. Simultaneously, he felt the pressure on his sphincter increase. He let out a silent yelp of pain, as it stretched and stretched, but the cock’s broad head simply did not want to slide inside. Silent Night focused his attention squarely on the teeth digging into his shoulder, trying to blot out the ripping pain in his entrance.

With a final, determined push, the Sarosian’s muscles relented and made way for the friend’s member to find its way inside. Both equines simultaneously relaxed as the tall stallion above him let out a satisfied moan.

Silent Night felt his insides gradually give way, as the friend’s cock slowly slid its way forward, inch by inch. Having just passed his prostate, the friend stopped.

After quickly readjusting his weight, the taller stallion started to carefully slide his cock back and forth, just enough for the head to pass over the Night Guard’s prostate again and again.

Much too quickly, a pressure started building within Silent Night. He wanted to scream in protest, tell his partner to slow down, but all he could manage was an ultrasonic screech, which echoed off the walls and back to his ears. He started to pant heavily. The first contractions made their way through his body.

Suddenly, in his mind’s eye, Silent Night saw himself stand on a cliff’s edge. Just below, he saw a herd of ponies. While he somehow knew that no wings could catch his fall once he stepped over, he eagerly wanted to cross the precipice. But he couldn’t. Something within him, some cursed muscle was stopping him from this final step. And just like that, the moment was gone.

This, however, did not stop the pressure building within the smaller pony’s body. Just as it became almost unbearable, a final stroke broke the dam and waves of pleasure erupted through Silent Night. The whole-body orgasm did not trigger an ejaculation on Silent Night’s part, but left him in shambles, as he let himself flop down on his belly completely. He had been reduced to helpless spams.

The friend, however, was not done with him. Likewise lowering himself, he navigated his still hard cock once again towards Silent Night’s rear. Putting one hoof on the Bat Pony’s head, he savagely pressed his face into the floor as he pushed his member inside once again, which was much easier this time.

The large stallion did not content himself anymore with only stimulating Silent Night’s prostate. No, his strong, determined thrusts pushed his length further and further inside the Night Guard. With every stroke, Silent Night was convinced that he must now have run out of room, or the friend must have run out of length. But again and again, it found its way somehow deeper inside.

Only as he felt that the cock must have already penetrated most of his body, the friend’s warm balls finally met his backside with a slap. Having now shoved himself inside as far as he could, the stallion did still not relent. Instead, he increased the pressure on Silent Night’s head and even intensified his forceful thrusts as the Night Guard felt the cock inside him flaring up.

With fluids starting to leak out of Silent Night, the balls’ slaps became satisfyingly wet. The heavy body pressing on top of him, the Night Guard’s cock was helplessly wedged between the floor and his own belly. With each movement, the sensitive areas where rubbing against his fur and the tiled floor.

A familiar pressure started building up inside Silent Night, this time it was focused squarely on his rock-hard member, which now flared violently as well. Once again, the image of the cliff entered his mind. Still, he could not step over.

Feeling the wet, heavy pants of the friend’s breath on the side of his face, Silent Night erupted once again. He was helpless, as his cock spurted out hot cum again and again. The soft fur on his belly greedily sucked up the pearly liquid. Even so, a small puddle was quickly forming below him.

Undisturbed, the stallion on top of him increased the speed and ferocity of his thrusts even more, until finally, he let out a roaring groan and filled Silent Night’s intestines with thick semen in a couple of short bursts.

Panting heavily in exhaustion, both stallions remained on the floor for a while. Silent Night thoroughly enjoyed the rising and falling of the stallion’s powerful lungs against his back and feeling the stranger’s heavily thumping heart. The fullness within Silent Night was slowly receding, as the friend’s cock lost its stiffness inside him. Semen now freely flowed out of his rear and down his fur. Both of their seeds happily mixing on the floor.

Too soon, the stallion carefully removed his shaft, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness. Gone was the animalistic ferocity of the past moments. From on top of him, the friend once more gained that calm, kind expression as he softly kissed Silent Night on the back of his head.

The rush of pleasure swiftly evaporating, Silent Night was left with a cold dread slowly claiming his body. He had let himself go completely. He had let himself be taken in full by this creature. Yet he was still here. He was still unable to walk across the ledge, unable to give in to the slumber.

Isn’t this what Luna had wanted? Confusion. Frustration. His overwhelmed mind knew nothing else to do than to make him curl up on the floor, right in the puddle of semen.

Without hesitation, the other stallions in the room approached him. They lay down beside him, and around him, holding his quivering body between their strong hooves. They calmingly stroked him and didn’t leave his side.

Author's Note

Let me know in the comments if you can spot the Hellsing Ultimate Abridged reference