In The Days Before The Upheaval

by Dr Sharaz Jek

Rating: mature
Tags: Profanity, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Anthro, Original Character, Porn, Princess Cadance, Ocellus, Queen Chrysalis, Non-consensual, Shining Armor, Sex
Length: 27382

A look into peaceful days, before the changeling invasion altered Equestria forever.

A peek into the days that led into Equestria's fall by the changelings. Twin crystal mare maids perform their duties, which include concubine services to the ruling family in the Crystal Empire. Three swordsmen stallions, in charge of the military, relentlessly train their soldiers, which includes the next generation of cadets. While Queen Chrysalis schemes from the shadows for her imminent invasion, the ponies blissfully unaware that her agent, a disguised Ocellus, has already infiltrated the Crystal Empire...

Note: All characters are 18 or older. Midnight Blitzer, Moonlight River, Thunder Storm, Snowy Blizzard, and Fiery Kickstart all belong to Shadic Midnight Blitzer. All other OCs are mine.

This takes place between the Rise of Equestria series and Prisoners of War, however it isn't necessary to read them to enjoy this. Chapters will mostly be vignettes into the lives of the cast with an overarching story in the background.

Published 2024-08-30 23:20:02 UTC
Last updated 2024-09-08 00:40:02 UTC

Chapter 3

Thunder Storm, while not the slave-driver Fiery Kickstart could be, still ran his cadets ragged at times to maintain discipline. The pegasus had watched them run in the plains around the Crystal Empire and nodded with his arms crossed over his uniform's breast, the 'Second Sword' barely able to fathom that in the time when Sombra ruled, the area had been covered in eerie snow. Almost like it reflected the tyrant's cold heart, the lands under to thrive under his iron-fisted rule.

His eyes watched the sun's movements over the hours to keep the time. Finally, he blew his whistle, and his cadets fell into line, which included his own son, Midnight Blitzer, and his son's childhood friend, a mare named Moonlight River, but despite his affection for them he couldn't afford to play favorites. “Good work, everyone. Take ten, drink and relieve yourselves, then we march home!”

“Yes sir!” They had fallen into step, answered and saluted as one. A well-coordinated unit which made him quietly beam with pride. But one day, he'd have to send them onto a real battlefield.

Midnight Blitzer, in his late teens, still acted like a boy, optimistic and eager to take on whatever tasks were placed before him. Green-eyed and blue-furred, his pegasus plumage was much wider than average, with feathers that matched his fluffy fur. He beamed at his peers, wide-eyed and always quick to show off his impressive speed in a blur as he reached top speeds in the air.

He'd almost beaten a few records already, and continued to practice obsessively.

By contrast, Moonlight River, a tomboy thestral, had a mane that drifted over one side of her face, sharp and aquamarine. Toned like an athlete, she was a bit older than him, with grayish-purple skin and fur, and black leather bat wings which marked her as an outsider to more ponies. Prejudice towards the thestrals had never fully died out, since their ancestors had betrayed Celestia and worshiped Luna, their benefactor. Many assumed all bat ponies were sneaky and treacherous.

However, she'd shaken off any insults or doubts, even become a cadet to stay by her friend's side.

While it was obvious her crush was one-sided for the moment, Thunder Storm couldn't deny they looked like a cute pair when they were side-by-side. She kept him level-headed, while he made her smile and chuckle. Not so different, he mused, from how he'd once courted Snowy Blizzard.

His wife would expect him home on time. He couldn't afford to disappoint her.

They marched back to the Crystal Palace. Guards nodded at their approach. Gates were opened, the sun almost down by the time they were at the barracks. At this hour, the palace corridors were sparse, with most of the guards away and outside to watch the area from higher perches. The stallions he passed saluted him, and likewise, the maids curtsied at the fabled 'Second Sword'.

He smiled back at them all with small nods. Thunder Storm didn't like to think himself above the so-called 'common pony', for he believed they all played a part in their country's flourishment. And if his blade didn't serve every person in the Crystal Empire, then what was it for...?

The mostly emptied, dimly-lit halls were eerie to his eyes. The shadows played tricks on anyone that spotted them crawl across the walls, and the silence was occasionally broken by muted sounds which carried for distances. He paused when one such 'trick' played out before him.

His hand went to his sword's hilt sheathed at his hip when he saw the silhouette of what appeared to be a changeling, those odd insect-pony hybrids, up ahead. How, he wondered, had one infiltrated the palace? Yet he didn't have time to think about it, and quietly moved into action.

His sword flashed out with a quiet hiss of metal, brandished at the throat of whatever awaited around the corner he took. “Eep,” squeaked Ocellus softly, as the crystal maid mare voided her bladder all over the floor while she shivered, frozen in place. “S-sir! Y-you surprised me!”

“I-I'm sorry.” He blushed and shamefacedly looked away, his sword sheathed as she continued to tinkle all over the crystalline floors. “I thought you were an intruder. How can I make it up to-?”

“No, no, it's all my fault! I'll clean up my mess!” Ocellus squatted and used a cloth to wipe up her pee puddle, her ears flattened. “Sir, permission to use the sowers after I've finished!”

“Granted. If there's anything I can do for you, feel free to tell me later.” He moved on and shook his head. Was he too paranoid? The country's mystics could sniff out changelings, yet he'd always worried the enemy would find ways around it, like how insects adapted to various pesticides.

He continued down the corridor, unaware he was about to stumble on what she'd spied on.

Ocellus watched him leave. “Idiot,” she mumbled to herself, as she'd almost been caught in the midst of her shapeshifting, her changeling form necessary to communicate with her hive. She'd played up her 'helpless damsel' role to play on his chivalrous side. “Cute ass, though.” She watched his well-cut buns rotate in his pants. “What a shame everyone here must fall for our survival.”

Thunder Storm, blissfully unaware, twitched an ear when he saw more shadows and heard more subdued noises ahead, like whimpers. A maid mare's silhouette, bent over slightly before the stained glass that depicted the 'Three Swords', and a muscled pegasus stallion over her. Once more, his hand went to his hilt, snout drawn with fury at the idea a soldier would manhandle the help!

On the way over he bumped into another maid. “Foal-Bearer...?”

“Shhh,” said the crystal mare, her face flushed and her eyes hazy. “H-how can I serve you, sir?”

“That's not necessary.” Gently, he tried to brush past her, but she stepped back into his path.

“Please! You look...tired.” She squirmed and stumbled on her words, but attempted to keep stiff, professional posture. “I-I need to talk to you!” She pulled him into an empty office.

“But-” Yet the door closed behind them in the dark room, and he hoped the other maid mare had slipped away. Then he put the pieces together. “Wait, I almost never see you without Wet Nurse. That was your sister back there, wasn't it? Guardsmen aren't supposed to fraternize with the help,” he reminded sternly, as Foal-Bearer turned on a small lamp, her delicate features shadowed.

“We know sir. But we have the queen's permission to serve the 'Three Swords' any way we can.”

“The 'Three Swords', huh...?” Couldn't be Shining Armor, he realized, and he'd seen the pegasus silhouette...could it be? “I'm surprised. Fiery Kickstart always boasts about discipline! Always had the impression he believed women would weaken him, so he'd strayed away from romance.”

“H-he's still a stallion, sir. And stallions, like mares, have n-needs.” She fully flushed, shaken, tried desperately to hide how turned on she was, thanks to her connection with Wet Nurse, as her cutie mark shimmered below her pleated skirt. “C-can I take care of you, sir?” She sat up on a desk.

“I'm a married stallion,” he reminded her sharply, yet he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

“I wouldn't want to hurt Snow Blizzard,” she admitted, and chewed on her lower lip while she continued to squirm, her panties drenched and her musk had started to fill the small office, to the point where he was forced to inhale it, and he twitched under his pants. “B-but I want...I need...”

At the same time, Fiery's firm palms continued to molest Wet Nurse, who whimpered and mewled while she bent over in submission at his ravenous touch. He'd slipped a hand under her top, rolled and squeezed a tit, while her other tit had flopped out from his assault. His other hand, dipped under her skirt, slipped below her moist panties, and squished a buttock pinched under his hold.

It would soon become routine for him. Every time Fiery came across her, and no one could see them, he'd mandhandle the mare, treat her supple flesh like a stress ball, like she'd offered.

Wet Nurse asked, “A-are the rumors true, sir? Did you want to court Snowy Blizzard?”

He kneaded a titty and buttock more harshly and hissed in her ear, “Who told you this?”

“Ah~! Just...fellow maids. Gossip. You want to pretend I'm Snowy? I don't mind,” she moaned low, hopeful that Foal-Bearer, who kept an eye out, would warn them if anyone came this way. But at this hour it was unlikely, this section usually abandoned since it was forbidden to most at this time.

“Then I'll take you as I please,” he hissed, pulled on the hem of her panties, and snapped them off her ass, which rippled from the pressure. Then he flipped up her skirt, her tail already hiked, and hastily freed his horsecock, which he pushed into her slick pussy. Wingtips reached around to fully free her breasts, which the feathers tweaked and rolled, while his hands sank into her hips and buttcheeks, which he clapped when he started to fiercely pound womb deep into her.

She clenched her holes at the brutish treatment, yanked off her suspended bra and bit into it to silence her shameless moans. She didn't care that he'd never fully return her love. Didn't care that he treated her like a poor replacement for Snowy Blizzard, that he took out his resentment at his fellow 'Three Swords' on her, he nad his men forced to do the dirty, thankless work for his country,

He wanted her in the moment. Needed her. And that made her shiver with euphoria.

She came messily on him for the first of many times she would, before their session ended.

Foal-Bearer, too, puckered up her sexholes and came. Even her panties couldn't hold back of all of her release, which shot across the small room before Thunder Storm could turn and leave, some of her lust splashed across his face and chest. He tasted traces of her flavor run down his muzzle, even sweeter than his beloved wife's, shamed as he was to admit it as his cock twitched harder.

The door creaked open behind him. Ocellus pressed her way inside. She bumped the door shut with her butt, mashed her breasts into his back, and unseen by him or Foal-Bearer, one of her nails had shifted, which she poked into one of his sculpted buttcheeks to apply her special venom.

He winced and hissed, believing she'd mistakenly stabbed him by accident with her nail from their close proximity. However, the venom swiftly started to take effect. Glazed over eyes, sweaty skin, the elevation of his heartbeat...he'd temporarily become putty in Ocellus' hands.

“I'm so hot,” he admitted, and started to unbutton his shirt, his chest and back soon bared. It suddenly didn't even seem odd when Ocellus slid down his pants and underwear, his dick freed with a bounce, already partially erect and beaded with precum. “I-I have a wife...” Yet it was harder to concentrate on her, even picture her or remember her name, his mind dulled by a touch of venom.

“Go ahead!” Ocellus slapped his ass to send him forward. “She wants you. She's a fertile mare in the throes of estrus, and you're a virile stallion stud. Why shouldn't you two procreate? It's natural~.”

His body all but moved on its own. Foal-Bearer moaned when he slid her panties down and off, her voluminous thighs wrapped around his waist to draw him in, her hands clasped behind his chiseled back. “M-make love to me~,” she pleaded, as her cunt winked across his shaft pressed to her slit.

Gradually, he sank into her. He practically tore down her top and bra, bounced her breasts free, felt her perky nipples poked into his barrel chest. She, too, had fantasized, but unlike her sister she preferred Thunder Storm's nobility, his chivalry, how dependable and romantic he could be with Snowy in private, and wished she could be with him. “Give me your sword~,” she pleaded.

He poked at her entrance. “Yes,” she cried. “Sheathe yourself fully inside me...~!” He slammed into her, hilted himself past her cervix and penetrated into her core, as his flared tip poked the walls of her slippery uterus. She clenched, winked, and squirted amidst a continuous moan.

All the while, he kneaded her plush asscheeks and hips made to bear foals, the twins trapped in a continuous feedback loose of ecstasy as they were ravenously fucked by the studs they'd fantasized about so many times, to the point where they'd woken up with their absolutely sheets ruined.

He assailed her with all his need. Lost to his impulses like a rabid animal that needed to rut, he didn't need to be tender like he often was with Snowy, but like Fiery he could let out all his pent out stress without shame or fear. In the moment, she existed for him, to serve all his forbidden needs. The twins screeched, their minds all but melted from the doubled bliss that assailed them.

Ocellus watched from behind the stud, freed her own breasts and played with one, while she snaked a hand under her skirt and into her panties, where she rubbed her slit and clit. Thankfully, the venom would remove his memories of the event, and Foal-Bearer would keep this a secret, unaware of how close the enemy was. Wet schlicks echoed in the office while he fucked the mare raw.

Foal-Bearer shifted so that her stiletto heel-clad ankles rested on Thunder's shoulders when he pounded her in a mating press, her jiggling ass slammed into the rocked dess, his precum mixed with her feminine lubrication which trailed down her asscrack and settled into her puckered pink asshole, smeared each time he sheathed himself to the balls that slapped on her rump.

“Fuck me,” she screamed, the noise muted outside the office. “Fuck me harder~!”

He pressed his maw over her own, their tongues left to dance while he bred her with deep, dominant strokes. She came all over him a number of times, pushing him ever closer to his release, despite how he strained to hold back and draw out her pleasure to maximize it.

Eventually, the two studs finished balls deep in their mares. The twins, of course, would make use of Cadance's supply of contraceptive potions, since it was unthinkable for the hired help to be knocked up without the queen's permission. After he finished, Thunder Storm slumped over unconscious, still buried deep inside Foal-Bearer, who savored the feel of his warm cum in her.

“We'd better clean up,” reminded Ocellus.

“Y-yes,” pouted Foal-Bearer, who'd forgotten her duties in the midst of the moment. Gently, she shifted so that she could push Thunder Storm off the desk, as she and Ocellus hurried to clean up the mess they'd made. A while later Wet Nurse joined them, sans her underwear, which was torn beyond use and so Fiery had decided to keep it as a trophy, to mark his conquest over her.

Carefully, they redressed Thunder Storm and planted his sleep-wracked form in the chair at the desk. Foal-Bearer asked, “Will he be okay? It appears I tuckered the poor stallion out.”

“He'll be fine,” reassured Ocellus, aware her venom was completely safe...unless she willed it not to be, before she secreted it. “Just exhausted after he's trained the cadets all day, I'm sure! He and Fiery are really stressed out, so you've done them a wonderful favor! Let's leave him in peace!”

She hummed while the three of them went to take another shower, where they stripped off their uniforms and lathered up, washed, and rinsed. She'd fed well on the lust she'd helped stir up in the stallions and their studs, careful to keep her power suppressed so it was almost impossible for the mystics here to detect. Because she wasn't a typical changeling, but a special breed called a 'Proto Queen', or Protoquen as they'd come to be known, females that could potentially become a queen. She'd birthed a clutch of ovums of her own, tucked safely back in her hive.

Queen Chrysalis promised to look after them, in return for her services. Her mission? To let herself be 'captured' by the enemy, raise up the ranks, and act as a spy for the would-be invaders...

Chapter 1

The changeling invasion took the ponies of Equestria by surprise. Under the direction of Queen Chrysalis, much of the world fell. Yet there were pockets of resistance all over the world, one which included the Crystal Empire, led by Queen Cadance and King Shining Armor, like most of equine society, largely matriarchal. However, the majority of their foot soldiers and guards were nonetheless stallions, the brave protectors of their world, who stood against the many encroaching threats.

The best of these were known as Cadance's 'Three Swords', a trio of friends that stood above the rest in swordsmanship and valor. Shining Armor himself, the paladin, in his white armor. Thunder storm, a pegasus and his breast friend, perhaps the most skilled duelist of all, with a friendly and open, dependable nature that made him a natural leader. And finally, Fiery Kickstart, another pegasus, known as a military tactician, with a more aggressive approach. Rumor had it that there was once a 'Fourth Sword' that turned away from the offer to serve the queendom in order to look after his family, but were the hushed whispers true, he'd been stricken from the records.

With their marshaled forces, many were confident they would be unstoppable.

In the crystalline palace, a number of crystal maids went about their daily business. Two of these were the queen's personal attendants, chosen by Cadance, who'd found them in an orphanage, and let them be raised by other handmaidens. Crystal earth ponies twins, their true names known only to a few, who'd dubbed themselves 'Foal-Bearer', with her wider hips and backside, and 'Wet Nurse', more bustom, albeit both of them were supple pinnacles of delicate beauty.

With their coral pink bob cuts, eyes, and fur, all of different pastel hues, they wore the same fetish-style garb of all the attendees, with a uniform that showed off ample volumes of cleavage, a short pleated skirt, garters and stockings, the outfits completed with maid head dresses, stiletto heels, and chokers. The sisters strolled in a well-mannered fashion, down the series of corridors.

The duo arrived in a more spacious area at the palace's center, where sunlight streamed in brilliant colors when they cut past the stained glass windows. Titanic depictions of the 'Three Swords' were carved into the sea of colors, three handsome, armored stallions that crossed their blades skyward.

The echo of their heels clopped to a stop when they took a moment to observe with the same, quiet awe the twins always displayed. “They're so dreamy~,” said Wet Nurse with a blush. “But Master Shiny is the most debonair of them all! Even his name marks him as the ideal knight!”

“Uh-huh,” replied the 'elder' twin Foal-Bearer, with a more subdued voice and a small color of her own cheeks. “Thunder Storm, too, is the consummate champion. But Fiery scares me.”

“Because of the burn scars? Don't be so prejudiced, sister! Sure, he's a little rougher than the other two, but rugged stallions have their own charms! Why, I wouldn't say no if any of them wanted to manhandle me~” She embraced herself and tittered with an excited squirm and a squee.

“Keep your voice down,” reminded Foal-Bear sharply. “You know how voices carry around here. And our fellow maids can be terrible gossips. But yes, you're correct. I can't deny he's been instrumental in our country's protection, whatever I think about his methods. Time to move on.”

“A shame,” murmured Wet Nurse with a deep sigh. Nonetheless, the twins fell into step beside each other on their trip to the throne room. The crystalline floors were reflective, a nice underskirt view of each maid cast back, their scarlet panties visible, so conformed to their flesh that outlines of cameltoes peeked out. Likewise, their cutie marks, a pair of intertwined female symbols.

Another reason Cadance picked them. They shared one-another's pain...and pleasure. Sometimes, it was like they shared a heart, mind, and soul, able to often finish their sister's sentences.

Graceful and mannered, their ample assets bounced in their scanty attire. Each day, usually mid-afternoon, the twins were called to privately meet with the husband-and-wife rulers. Gently, they knocked on the double-doors that loomed ahead, and a moment later they creaked one.

Guards nodded to the sisters, and pulled the doors shut behind them when they took their leave, the twins left alone with the married couple, who sat on their thrones, across the carpets ahead and up a small set of stairs. “Approach,” commanded Cadance, and they did so.

“My queen,” the pair said, and knelt on a knee, their heads bowed.

“Look at me, my pets,” said Cadance, who raised their heads up to meet her eyes by their chins, which she tenderly stroked. “My, you're more lovely each time I see you!”

“You spoil us my queen,” said Foal-Bearer, who nuzzled back into her caresses.

Shining Armor cut in. “Nonsense! Cadance has always known how to pick 'em! And none of the other maids have ever been able to match your skills! In more ways than one...” He leered at the twins, who shivered in anticipation of what was to come. Their daily, shared ritual. “Rise.”

The sisters stood and faced the pair of rulers on their crystallized thrones.

Cadance smiled at them and played with one of her multicolored mane locks. “Now, how should we start today? Hmmm...turn around.” The twin spun on their heels dutifully. “Touch your toes.” The twins bent over, and reached for their toes hidden by their heels,, their short skirts upraised to reveal their heart-shaped, panty-clad silken scarlet panties, so conformed to their supple, succulent peaches the outlines of their pussies and asshole, buried between their cheeks, were visible.

They stayed in place like that without complaint, the twins trained from childhood to be the perfect hostesses and handmaidens. Etiquette in particular was valued, but they'd also learned to sing, dance, play a few instruments, cook and clean, whatever their mistress and her husband demanded of them. Yet most importantly of all, after they matured, they learned to pleasure them.

Almost like they were the queen's personal concubines, which made them pleasurably quiver at the scandalous idea. They had learned to slide into a variety of roles well, happy to serve and please.

The couple slipped a finger into the hem of their panties, drew the lacy underwear back, then released with a loud snap once the silk connected sharply with their coral pink buttocks. The flesh rippled, and they mewled softly in submission, to the couple's titters and chuckles.

“Goodness,” said the stallion. “They're perfect! I'll never tire of this!”

“Excellent. Because I hope they'll continue to serve us for many decades to come,” said Cadance. “Face us.” The sisters stood and did so. “Mmm. What should we do today?”

“Whatever pleases you my queen,” replied Wet Nurse with a warm smile and a curtsy.

“We live to serve,” assured Foal-Bearer in a more measured tone.

“Well then...” Shining decided not to waste any more time, and unbuckled his pants, which matched his commander's uniform, decorated with a number of medals. He shifted out of his pants and underwear, allowing his dark-skinned stallion cock which contrasted his white skin and fur to flop out, already half-erect. He then started to unbutton his shirt, one-at-a-time.

Soon, his chiseled, barrel chest was bared, which drew the eyes of the ladies.

Cadance, too, undressed with him, her dress slid over her shoulders and tossed aside to bare a voluptuous body clad in black lingerie. Her bra was unhooked, thrown aside, her heavy breasts freed with a bounce. Then, her panties were slid down and kicked aside, her vulva, hips, and butt bared.

The couple were almost pinnacles of beauty, all but worshiped by their subjects.

“Dance for us,” tenderly commanded Cadance with a twinkle in her eye.

Foal-Bearer inquired, “A striptease?” The queen nodded, and the twins obeyed. They started to shimmer, slow and seductive, with sensuous, controlled movements. Hips were swayed, breasts and buttocks shaken, their pastel pink eyes half-lidded. Glittering like jewels, the siblings started to disrobe, piece-by-piece, first with their skirts upraised, then lifted with the rest of the maid costumes, swirled above them in a synchronized manner before they were chucked aside.

Then, the twins executed a move practiced in private. First, both faced each other, fingers linked and snouts rubbed in a nuzzle with a coy smile. Then, Foal-Bearer did a cartwheel that ended in a handstand, as Wet Nurse simultaneously pirouetted to follow her. The more buxom sister ducked down a tad, her hands wrapped around the more bottom-heavy sister's raised ankles.

“This is different,” mused Cadance.

“Can't wait to see how this plays out,” he added, and slowly stroked his dick.

Foal-Bearer's and Wet Nurse's nuzzles darted out, and hooked into the hem of the panties before them. Slowly, each sister drew the panties off her sister, slid them over the shapely cheeks which wobbled free, until Wet Nurse was able to step out of her own, and likewise, Foal-Bearer shook her panties away. Then, both of them tilted a leg in a balletic manner, used the toe to their stiletto heel to unhook a black bra, and freed those too, which left the suspended breasts to flop free.

“Magnificent!” Cadance clapped at the show. You two always know how to keep our sessions fresh!” Foal-Bearer did a standing splits, put herself on display for the hungry eyes of their king and queen, before she did a front flip and the twins bowed to them with muted elation, hand-in-hand.

“A nice warm up,” agreed Shining, who continually stroked his now fully erect cock, his urethra slathered in precum. “So, how about a real show? Get those cute asses over here!”

“Yes master~,' came the pair in unison as they sidled over in a wave of hips, breasts, and buttocks, bounced and shaken with each deliberate step, their wide hotter pink nipples erect.

When they reached the short set of stairs, both of them drifted down onto all fours, and slowly crawled their way up each stair, hip-to-hip. Their pendulous breasts swung and swayed, their hips and buttocks rolled with each deft movement, well-aware of the effect their gem-like beauty had on onlookers, even the royal couple far from immune to their natural, feminine charms.

Both rulers divided their legs to present their own sexes. Foal-Bearer took Cadance, and Wet Nurse took Shining Armor, their muzzles pressed close to the presented, musky prizes. Immediately, small licks and kisses were planted on a pink pussy and black cock respectively, as they savored the flavors of their aroused secretions, felt the wet wink and meaty throb that announced their approval.

“Like that,” the stallion said with a hand on the mare's head. “Lick it and suck it.”

“Eat me,” practically purred Cadance, who lit her unicorn horn and used her aura to spread her flower petals side open, already slick with lust. Foal-Bearer's tongue teased out her queen's clitoris, traced her puffy pussylips, before she pressed the tip of her snout into her hot, moist cunt.

Wet Nurse, too, slurped out the precum from the stallion's flare, before her lips closed around the tip and she started to slowly throat him. Reminded of how much he loved her massive melons, she wrapped the bunched titties around the bottom of his vein-lined shaft and rubbed it, too.

“Good mare,” he complimented with a rub of her hair.

“Both of you,” added Cadance, as her perfect pussy was made an absolute feast of.

However, foreplay couldn't last forever. They could only spare to kill a half-hour with the twins each day before other duties needed to be tended to, and half that time was already spent. So instead, the sisters were scooped up into their laps, with mystic auras and hands alike.

Straddled in place, maws met in a series of messy, desperate kisses, hands left to wander across brushed and kneaded flesh. Cadance's plume wrapped around Foal-Bearer with her arms, while Wet Nurse's slit rubbed a wet trail up-and-down Shining's precum and saliva slicked shaft. Soon, the pair of lesbian lovers met slit-to-slit, while the stallion impaled his maid mare deep to her core.

They fucked like wild, passionate animals, without much time left to waste. Squelches and claps filled the air, which echoed around the empty chamber each time naked bodies collided. Buns were squeezed and parted, and the intertwined female symbols of the twins shimmered and mutedly hummed, their pleasures shared and thus doubled, their shameless moans a saccharine chorus.

They whimpered when sharp spanks were delivered to their asses, which made the twins clenched up wink their pussies. Wet Nurse milked the horsecock, which flared past her cervix and embedded itself there, within her slippery and slimy womb that dripped on the cock buried inside her.

Foal-Bearer's own twat burned hot from the pleasant, wet friction each time her pussylips kissed Cadance's own, and likewise their heart-shaped clits rubbed and mashed with each drive of their womanly hips. Cadance's horn lit up, and used her aura to further help stimulate her partner, pinched and pulled at her perky nipples while she probed her puckered asshole.

Inspired by her trick, Shining Armor did the same with Wet Nurse, twisted and tweaked her nipples while his aura also drove into the mare's butthole. Unable to take any more, the twins cried out and squirted all over their laps, shaken while the couple continued to mercilessly fuck them.

The couple reached across their thrones and kissed when they, too, came. Foal-bearer found herself further drenched by her queen's love, while Wet Nurse's womb and belly swelled with virile stallion semen. Fortunately, the queen always offered them her most potent contraceptive potions.

There wasn't even time left for a shower. Patted butts sent the twins back onto their feet, and Cadance wiped and washed them with a couple of spells, before they were dressed and sent back into the hallway. Of course, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse took no offense, used to this treatment since the rulers didn't want too many questions asked about what went on behind closed doors, and no one dared voice their suspicions, not even the skeptical and hot-headed Fiery Kickstart.

After that, the twins tended to their daily duties. Then, they retired to their private chambers.

Both sisters stripped naked, and cuddled up in their shared, spacious bed. With their shared sensations, they did everything together, and even hoped to marry the same stallion someday so they could settle down and never be separated. Someone who'd accept them for who they are.

Their own parents had turned them away, abandoned them, called them perverse when their cutie marks first manifested. It was their queen that saw their beauty, hand-picked them to serve her queendom, raised them up from the filth and squalor into two of her most precious prizes.

From there, they'd turned their backs on the names their parents had bestowed on them, taken up the monikers of 'Foal-Bearer' and 'Wet Nurse', surrendered to their own sensuality.

Each day passed in a peace the Crystal Empire's populace hoped would last forever...

Chapter 2

In the locker rooms stationed inside the Crystal Palace, dozens of crystal mare maids prepared themselves for the day ahead, each one hand-picked by Queen Cadance herself for their beauty. Each of them stripped and bathed in a routine manner, before they would put on their uniforms and perform their duties. Water hissed from the nozzles and slid down the drains, while steam filled the air, which washed over the supple, nude, crystalline mares whose wet curves shimmered.

Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse moved into the sea of female bodies, also naked and with bounces of their own assets, their nipples perky. The sisters soaped each other up and soothed out any trace of grime from their lathered-up skin. Some of their peers looked upon them with envy, aware that the queen herself favored them, yet the twins remained cordial with their would-be rivals.

The twins wet down their manes and tails, smoothed over their curvature. Again, each sister fantasized about the fabled 'Three Swords', gallant stallions that most mares in the Crystal Empire dreamed about, since they were known for their confidence and bravery. They touched themselves and each other a little more than necessary while they bathed, soft moans swallowed up by the noise around them whenever a nipple was 'accidentally' traced or pinched in a heated moment.

Foal-Bearer yelped when a palm spanked her wide ass and took a firm squeeze of her coral pink cheek. “You have a really nice ass~,” teased a fellow bather with a coy smile.

“Ocellus! You surprised us,” said Wet Nurse, as both sisters rubbed their buns.

“Sorry about that! But I couldn't resist,” said Ocellus, a mysterious crystal mare that no one seemed to know much about. Only that Cadance had found and welcomed her into the fold, too. She was lean and petite, shy and soft-spoken when she'd first arrived, until she'd opened up.

“At least you're friendlier than most of our peers,” noted Foal-Bearer.

“Jealousy is a poison chalice I don't intend to drink from,” replied Ocellus. “Every mare here has her own charms! That's why our queen selected us! We're meant to be pinnacles of beauty!”

Wet Nurse blushed. “I wouldn't mind if one of the 'Three Swords' made me their trophy~.”

“I doubt that will happen,” said Foal-Bearer in a more even manner. “Sir Shining Armor is far above our station, married to the most lovely mare in the land. Thunder Storm, too, has a beautiful wife and children of his own. And Fiery Kickstart, well, he's not exactly the approachable sort.”

Her more buxom twin perked up. “So you mean there's a chance...?”

“An incredibly slim one I suppose,” tittered the elder, more wider-hipped sister. “Oh, but excuse us, Ocellus. It's nice to see you, as always. We're so busy these days we have little time for chit-chat.”

Ocellus said, “That's why I came to see you two! We have another full day ahead!”

The three of them bathed with the other maids while they talked, but whenever the twins pressed Ocellus for any information about her past, she either evaded the questions or offered thin, typical responses, like she was no different from any common mare. Which the twins found difficult to believe, with her exotic appearance. Finally, the waters were shut off as they left the shower.

First, they towled themselves down in the locker rooms, then the maids started to slip into their underwear and uniforms, which conformed well to their curves. They doused themselves in spritzes of perfume, applied a touch of make up, then daintily marched out to begin their tasks.

Ocellus walked as far as she could before they parted. “I'll see you two later!” She planted a kiss on both of their cheeks, then hummed and skipped away to undertake her own business.

“Eccentric mare,” murmured Foal-Bearer. “But she has her own charms.”

“Uh-huh. She's really nice!” Wet Nurse beamed. “So, what's first on the checklist?”

Foal-Bearer swallowed hard while her sister peered over her shoulder at the list. “The military barracks. It seems there's a chance we will encounter one of the 'Three Swords', after all.”

Of course, they'd met them before, albeit briefly. All of them were very busy too, in charge of the Crystal Empire's military, and the training of the next generation of heroes. They'd lost many soldiers in their quest to take this land from its former, tyrannical ruler King Sombra, the dark sorcerer and warrior eventually cornered and slain in a trap by the 'Three Swords'.

Some wondered if Sombra was truly dead, but Thunder Storm claimed he'd beheaded the conqueror himself. The history books told of his cruelty, as Sombra had smashed all resistance, the stallions brainwashed by helmets permanently sealed to their faces, made into soulless weapons turned on their former comrades, who hesitated to slay them. While the mares were taken for his own, forced to bear his bastard heirs, who he raised as his own wicked, relentless army of soldiers.

Yet for whatever reason, he'd never been able to father a daughter, no matter how many times he'd tried. Even his experimentation with alchemy and the dark arts provided him with no fruit.

Not that it mattered with him deceased. The current rulers refused to be haunted by his specter.

His many sons had also been slain to the last in the final conflict, like the fanatics they were. Sombra had made certain they couldn't be taken alive, implanted with enchantments that reduced them to horrific husks, were they either captured or in rare cases, attempted to surrender.

It was a dark time for everyone. One which they all wanted to forget. Yet even with the tyrant fallen, peace wasn't destined to last. Another threat had quickly taken his place, insect-like ponies which burrowed up from their hives hidden deep within the earth, led by Queen Chrysalis.

Guards and troopers the twins passed in the mess hall smiled at and flirted with them, yet they dared not act untoward by the sisters so prized by their queen. Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse returned their smiles and curtsied while they made their rounds and helped the other maids clean up after the troopers, most of them men, but occasionally another mare had chosen to take up arms.

Chatter and the clatter of dishes filled their ears, the aromas of fresh meals their nostrils, while the troops played with cards, rolled dice, arm-wrestled. Morale was at an all-time high in this peacetime, the troops mostly deployed to break up small skirmishes around the borders.

Foal-Bearer smiled thinly with half-lidded eyes over her shoulder when she bent down to collect a fallen fork, a flash of her satin scarlet panties visible to the stallions at a table behind her. Likewise, Wet Nurse tilted forward to collect plates, and her breasts swayed and nearly toppled out of her top. They rewarded the men with a tease, before they returned to their work in the cafeteria.

Again, surrounded by so many attractive stallions, Wet Nurse's mind wandered and drifted into wild fantasies. That the sisters, while they cleaned the boys' locker rooms, would be trapped there, surrounded, their costumes and underwear stripped away while they were firmly manhandled...

A wet wink pulled part of her panties into her sex. She shifted with a blush, and Foal-Bearer did the same, as she felt her twin's heated arousal spread across her puffy vulva. They hurried to complete their tasks here, excused themselves, and slipped into the currently empty locker room.

“Ouch,” said Foal-Bearer, as her twin pulled the moist front of her panties out of her taut slit.

“S-sorry! I got a little carried away! You know what a daydreamer I am!” Wet Nurse giggled nervously, as they then started to clean this place up before the boys returned. Bemused by the jock straps and dirty magazines they found, the twins nonetheless acted professionally, everything returned to their proper places intact. By the hour's end, they'd left the interior near spotless.

It was the best they could do until further renovations, the area well-used in the last war.

“Whoo! I'm pooped.” Wet Nurse plopped her butt down on a bench cool to her pressed down buttcheeks, and used a silk napkin to wide the sweat from her brow. “Can we take a tea break?”

“Not quite yet,” admonished Foal-Bearer. “It's not quite noon yet.”

“A shame.” Wet Nurse rose and smoothed down her pleated skirt. “Guess we should-” The two of them turned when they heard the echo of boot steps and heels. Ocellus entered, and close behind her strode in Fiery Kickstart, the orange-furred pegasus tall and well-built, with a spacious plume to match he kept pinned to his back. A flame-like short mane topped his skull, his snout drawn into a line, his face partially marked by a thin burn scar. “O-oh! We didn't expect company so soon!”

The twins bowed in reverence to the 'Third Sword'. He chuckled, arms crossed over his uniform.

“At ease, ladies.” He cast them a warm smile. “I'm sure my harsh reputation proceeds me, but I assure you, it's simply to prepare my men for whatever troubles are ahead. I care as much for Equestria as my fellow Swords. After all, we're sworn to the protection and service of our queen.”

Wet Nurse exhaled, her hands cupped before her. “How can we help you, sir?”

Foal-Bearer offered, “Perhaps we can polish your boots and armor?”

Ocellus snickered. “How about you polish his 'sword' instead?” The twins fully face-flushed at the implications, and Fiery chuckled harder and relaxed his posture with a shake of his head.

“Excuse her innuendo. I don't intend to take advantage of my position,” explained the military commander. “We simply met on my way down the hall, and she asked me to escort her here.”

“I'm serious,” said Ocellus. “Wet Nuse has the craziest crush on you!”

Wet Nurse squeaked and stared at her heels. “W-well...maybe a little, sir. But I'm well-aware that compared to you, I'm simply a common maid, beneath your attention.”

“Don't be so humble,” he replied. “There's a reason the queen favors you two.”

Foal-Bearer nodded. “We do exist to serve the Crystal Empire, however we can. That includes...recreational purposes, should that be requested.” She'd taken a step forward, and cautiously caressed his muscled chest hidden by his medal decorated uniform. “Don't worry, we're not promised to anyone. The queen herself says to obey you and Thunder Storm, too.”

“Thunder Storm. Hmph.” He snorted. “Tell me, what do you two want?”

“W-we...wouldn't mind,” whispered Wet Nurse with another aroused, wet wink, her knees shaky.

“Do with us what you will,” offered Foal-Bearer, trained to be concubines in tandem, their bodies submitted in service to the Crystal Empire. Of course, no common stallion was allowed to touch them by Cadance's decree, but someone ranked like Fiery Kickstart was another matter.

Fiery looked to Ocellus. “You had this in mind the moment we bumped into each other, huh?”

“Heehee. Maybe,” she replied coyly with a bat of her eyelashes. “Of course, I'm here for you, too. I peeked in on today's schedule! Thunder Storm is on a march with the troops, so we should have a couple hours to ourselves before they head back! There won't be a better time!”

Fiery stroked his chin and considered it. “I really shouldn't. It's a betrayal of discipline-”

“You need to relax too,” offered Ocellus, who pressed her slender physique into his bulkier musculature. “We'll help you blow off some steam, reset you for the next battle! Believe me, stud, once we've relaxed you, you'll be even more formidable! Just let us try!”

“Heh. Why not.” He settled onto a bench, while Ocellus started to unbutton his shirt. Gradually, his chiseled muscles were revealed, until she slid his top past his plume. Now bare-chested, she then started to unbuckle his belt while the twins removed each thick boot. Fiery kept himself in tip-top shape, the bulkiest of the 'Three Swords, without a visible trace of fat on his cut physique.

Soon, his pants were pulled down, and his flaccid cock flopped loose.

“An impressive size,” noted Foal-Bearer as she studied his tool.

“Wait until it's hard,” he teased back, as the three mares started to stroke him. Slowly, his tool expanded and raised to full erectness, a match for Shining Armor's size, but perhaps even thicker.

“Just like I imagined it,” murmured Wet Nurse, who practically drooled as she stared. Carefully, she planted the first tentative kiss on the tip, tasted the flavor of his precum drip onto her tongue.

“Hardly seems fair that he's the only one who's naked,” noted Ocellus. “Let's lose the uniforms!”

Foal-Bearer nodded. “I'm sure this will be quite messy, and such stains would be almost impossible to remove.” The trio of mares lifted their outfits, and put them aside, down to their underwear. These, too, were stripped a piece at a time, bras unfastened, and panties slid off.

He stared down upon their exposed forms and nodded in satisfaction. “Suck it,” he commanded.

“Ooh~! So dominant,” said Wet Nurse with a flutter of lashes as the three mares beset his presented horsecock. Tongues danced and met around his shaft while they traced up-and-down his length, slurped up the thin stream of precum that leaked out. His fingers danced into their manes, applied a bit of pressure when Wet Nurse took his flared tip into her luscious lips first.

She bobbed her head, stared into gaze with a blush while she sucked him off. Already, the twins started to release a series of wet winks, and Ocellus too felt her own inflamed cunt clench.

Eventually, Wet Nurse decided not to be so selfish, no matter how often she'd fantasized of this, and allowed Foal-Bearer and Ocellus to take turns with him, too. While one mare moved to service the head of his dick, the other two continued to kiss and lick his shaft and testicles.

He throbbed in their mouths. Felt his balls churn with a need to release he restrained. Occasionally, he'd toy with their titties, tweak or flick their nipples, made them moan around his tool with a pleasant vibration. “Good mares,” he hissed, his hold firmer onto Foal-Bearer's scalp.

His muscled hips started to move with small, powerful humps when he swabbed Foal-Bearer''s throat. Lucky for her, she and her sister had become well-accustomed to such sizes, and she barely choked a moment when he delivered a particularly fast, harsh thrust balls deep inside her mouth.

Fists tightened in her mane when he picked up speed, and became a blur when he skullfucked her. The corner of her eyes and Wet Nurse's watered a little, but she took his entirety without complaint, like the submissive maid in service of her commander's comfort they were meant to be. She drooled down his shaft, a mixture of saliva and his precum dropped onto ther bouncy tits.

Wet Nurse looked on in envy while she and Ocellus continued to suckle his balls, thankful she could at least experience his dominant treatment secondhand, as the twin mares' cutie marks shimmered in resonance. Instinctively, the sisters snaked their hands down to rub their slits with audible moist schlicks, with Ocellus already ahead of them as she played with herself like mad.

Fiery snarled while his horsecock impaled her throat. “Grrr~-! So close! Take it all over your faces, bitches!” He'd rapidly withdrawn from Foal-Bearer's lips, still tethered to his dick with threads of mixed saliva and precum when his tip flared wider and wildly pulsed. Dense cumshots rained all over their faces and titties when he took aim, dick in hand, marked as much as he could of them with his seed. Ropes of virile, hot cum shot all over their features, their eyes forced to close from a barrage.

They inhaled his masculine musk. Ocellus came first, drenched the floor before her. The twins squirted moments later in tandem, shaken while they continued to stroke each other's slimy snatches. For a moment, the four of them were tapped out and took a spell to recover.

Glazed in his spunk, Wet Nurse licked her lips with a smack. “There's still plenty of time! Please, sir, let us tend to you further!” She'd started to rub his slick, half-erect member, and squealed happily when he scooped her up, a firm hand under her butt when he placed her on his lap.

“You first,” he offered as he spread and kneaded her buttcheeks. “Then, the other two.” Soon, Wet Nurse lost herself to pleasure when he manhandled her and dicked her down. She mewled and writhed on him, Foal-Bearer struck by the same lusts and bliss as her sister was furiously taken.

Wet Nurse found herself flipped atop her twin, breast-to-breast as Foal-Bearer was draped across a bench, and their nipples brushed and rubbed each time Fiery clapped Nurse's cheeks. At the same time, Ocellus pressed into Fiery's side, and mashed her snout to his while he rutted the mare.

Then, he withdrew his cock from Wet Nurse, who whimpered and waved her butt at him, and she squeaked with Foal-Bearer when he drove his fleshy sword into her pussy instead. Foal-Bearer coiled her limbs around her sister, their breasts mashed when the two of them made out and were fucked.

“Save some for me,” reminded Ocellus with a wink.

He harshly slapped Ocellus on the ass, who yelped and tittered. By the time it was over, he'd creamed all three of them, the mares sweaty and contented while they heaved with him. “Got to hurry back,” he decided as he pulled on his pants. “But we'll do some more of this another time! Thanks for the pick me up, sweethearts!” He planted soft, affectionate pats on their butts, threw on the rest of his clothes, then rushed out to deal with the other duties they'd distracted him from.

“He's so dreamy~,” murmured Wet Nurse sleepily.

“But always in a hurry,” noted Foal-Bearer. “No wonder he's so pent up.”

Ocellus said, “Let's use the boys' showers while they're away!” The sisters stumbled to their feet, pleasantly sore, and followed the third maid into the shower stalls. Quickly, they lathered up, washed, rinsed, toweled down, then slipped back into their uniforms and cleaned up any trace of evidence they'd been there before they left. Afterward, they resumed their daily chores.

One-by-one, the checklist was marked off. The trio beamed with pride by the end.

Chapter 4

The cadets crammed into the locker rooms, which like the showers, were co-ed. Despite their differences, the stallions and mares were supposed to see each other as equals on the battlefield, and thus they were meant to maintain a level of discipline even here, with the threat of court martial and worse were the boys to harm the fairer sex. Fortunately, many of them had made fast friends, united by a desire to prove themselves, serve their country, and protect it from the swarm.

Midnight Blitzer had jumped at the chance to show his prowess. The blue-furred pegasus had often competed with his twin sister, who'd taken a different path in her career, before they were unexpectedly pulled back together by circumstance, since she'd joined the Wonderbolts, who also served as an arm of the military, usually on rescue missions. The boys and girls here had barely reached adulthood, yet they would soon be required to risk life-and-limb for their land.

Whenever he stripped out of his uniform, and stepped into the open showers with the others, he beamed back at the looks of admiration and flexed his wide plume, unaware of any looks of lust or envy cast his way. “Hey, sis! How do you like it here, with the rest of the military brats?”

Lightning Spark, his twin, had an electric blue shake, her mane even spikier than his and dense, with an even leaner, athletic, but still well-shaped assets to match. “It's fine, I suppose. But I hate how we're not allowed to fly most of the time! All those tiresome marches, what's the point?”

“It's in case our wings are ever clipped,” said Moonlight River, their childhood friend and a bat mare, who sudded up her own naked skin amidst the steamy waters that drizzled from nozzles around them. “Always a possibility, what with how brutal the drones can be. Or so I've heard.”

“Guess so,” the mare replied with a huff. “But I want to perform stunts! Show everyone how speedy I am!” She couldn't zip into action quite as fast as her twin...yet could outpace his top speeds.

“You'll have your chance!” Her brother chuckled. “Now, let's clean up so we can head out!” He took no notice of how their childhood friend sneaked looks at him, or even his twin, who was surprised the once lanky boy had started to develop into a proper stud with years of intense workouts.

Lightning snapped back, “What's the rush?” She noticed Moon's occasional glances at her brother, particularly at his hung junk out in the open, and she narrowed her eyes with a devious smirk. Then, she slipped behind the bat mare, who squeaked when she started to rub a soap bar all over her.

“Sparks? Wh-wha-” She shuddered pleasantly when palms smoothed over her breasts, across her nipples, which hardened under the tender caress as they continued to trail across her toned curvature. The electric blue mare hummed, pressed into her back while she soaped her up.

“Just relax,” she whispered in the bat mare's sharp ear, tenderly rubbed across her tits, hips, and buttocks, which shimmered under the soapiness that accentuated her toned curves. The thestral couldn't help but blush and mewl a little, aware that the eyes of their peers were all over them.

The twin tried to play the mediator between them, since Moonie wouldn't admit her crush, and Blitzer was too oblivious to reciprocate, let-alone make a move! Perhaps she could help drum up his interest? Yet he simply raised a brow curiously at their lewd display as the three of them washed.

While they didn't dare openly have a full-on lesbian tryst in the middle of their fellow cadets, Sparks continued to explore her further, under the pretense that she'd simply help wash her friend down. She slowly drove her hands up and down the bat mare's curvature, tenderly cup a tit or buttock, slid across her perky areola until she blushed harder, moaned softly, and squirmed.

Most of the boys couldn't hide their hard ons, and while there were far fewer mare cadets, their nipples too were stiff, but Blitzer's impressive cock, even when soft, didn't so much as twitch. Nonetheless, he couldn't look away from the show either, equally curious at the saucy display.

“Hey sis,” he said. “Want me to wash you, too?” Laughter and snorts filled the shower room, and he rubbed the back of his head with a furrowed brow as his twin blushed deeply, too.

“N-nah. We're almost done. Spoilsport,” she muttered more quietly.

Moonlight breathed a sigh of relief when she was rinsed off, although she couldn't deny how her touch had worked her up, her thighs clenched to hide a subdued wink of her wet pussy. Goodness, how she'd love for her childhood crush to pin her down in the locker room and pound her in front of everyone! Instead, she exited into the locker room, toweled off, and drank from a water bottle.

More cadets exited the showers, and most didn't bother to dress yet, the twin brother-and-sister included, who relaxed naked like her out in the open. The unit had become comfortable with each other over time, united by their cause, optimistic that they'd one day wipe out the swarm.

“Nice nips,” teased Lightning further, who pushed her index finger into one of Moonlight's nipples, the areola temporarily mashed in with the tit she pressed upon with a flirty snicker.

“Uh, thanks.” Moonie blushed and looked at her crush. Still, little reaction other than puzzlement. What none of them knew was that these innocent days weren't meant to last. That whatever troubles they currently had would seem insubstantial, after an all-out war broke out.

The three of them dressed, and returned to the twin's home, tucked away in the capital. Snowy Blizzard would make them lunch on the dot whenever they had free time, Moonlight accepted into their family like one of their own, since her parents lived away from society, due to prejudice from the other ponies toward the thestrals. She'd fiercely debated her parents to stay and serve in the military in order to stay by her crush's side, and reluctantly the pair of them eventually relented.

“Welcome home,” called Snowy Blizzard, a voluptuous snow-furred mare with a thick mane. She wore a humble dress and apron, the table made up with a variety of food and snacks at the ready.

“Thanks mom!” In a blur, Blitzer sped over and plopped into a seat. He and his twins often competed to pack on food, since they burned it off quickly with their constant workouts.

Moonlight, while equally active, had to be more careful about her figure, although she still ate her fill. “Thank you,” she politely said to their hostess, unable to help but feel she was a bit of a third wheel and a burden on the family that had taken her in like she was one of their own.

“It's no problem,” replied Snowy with an affectionate smile. “There's plenty more to come!”

“Good! Because I'm starved,” said Sparks, who patted her belly. “I wonder what pops is up to?”

“Busy with work,” said Snowy with her back turned when she baked a pie, her snout suddenly tilted in an almost imperceptible frown. She was a proper Wonderbolt, but in the off-season she'd returned to her homely duties, while her husband was often away, consumed by his soldierly duties or paperwork. They could barely afford to make love a couple times a week lately!

Let-alone a romantic vacation. She'd become even needier with the onset of years.

To the point where, after the 'kids' left and she'd cleaned up, Snowy had found her own ways to vent her frustrations. She'd never cheat on her husband, but like in her early Wonderbolt days in her youth, she'd streak around the town in a blur, with the thrill that she could slip up and someone would see her fully nude, voluptuous body on display as it openly bounced.

To her knowledge, she'd never been caught. She'd sleep naked up on the clouds, lounge around where no one could spot her unless they were skyborn, and sometimes, when she felt particularly bold, would masturbate up there. Like today, draped naked across a fluffy cloud.

“Th-Thunder honey...fuck...~!” She manipulated a heavy titty, snaked into her moist, squishy cunt.

She pictured her husband above her, that the stud plowed her, like when she'd conceived her twins after a whirlwind of romance with Thunder Storm. She'd wailed in bliss, let him pound all her holes, as she thumbed her puckered asshole, too. How could he possibly choose his duty over...?”

No, she realized it was selfish. He was the 'Second Sword', a champion that protected their country and allowed her to laze about at her leisure. That same nobility was why she'd fallen in love.

Maybe in a couple decades, he could retire, and they'd have all the time in the world...

What she didn't know was that she had company today. In the distance, Fiery Kickstart had picked a cloud of his own, on an even higher plane which offered him a bird's eye view of the city. Able to walk on clouds like all pegasus, the same didn't apply to Foal-Bearer, Wet Nurse, and Ocellus, who'd asked to come with him on his trip. He'd shut it down until Ocellus offered a solution.

“A potion that allows one to walk on clouds!” She'd produced it proudly.

Fiery studied the bottle skeptically. “Where did you obtain this? Magic this powerful-” Yet she'd already uncorked and swallowed part of the concoction, then passed it to the twins, who drank too.

“Come on,” pleaded Wet Nurse, who rubbed his chest. “It'd be so romantic to make love on a cloud!” With his snout drawn in ambivalence, he nonetheless scooped the three of them up, and carried them into the sky, where they couldn't help but squeal at the stud's prowess.

They held on close to him, and the twins felt his hands sink into their squishy butts. He'd intended to spy on the city, see what Thunder Storm's own military branch were up to, but when he'd run into these three they'd tempted him like usual with the pleasures of the flesh, and he'd crumbled.

He'd set them down on the highest and widest cloud he found, then stopped and kicked a few clouds into it to make their roost more spacious. “Strip,” he ordered the mares, who shuddered with bliss as he once more ripped the panties off Wet Nurse's ample ass and watched her cheeks wobble. “Get on all fours.” The now denuded mare snapped to obey and presented her holes to her master.

Hastily he freed his cock, reared up, and mounted her. Gave it to her fast and hard, the twins able to scream their brains out at this elevation without fear they'd be heard. The fluffy clouds proved unbelievably soft, like plush marshmallows, not so different from their supple, pliable flesh.

He clapped her cheeks. Slapped her ass. Made her clench and maon. Domination had always done it for him, one of the reasons he'd risen up to the rank of 'Third Sword', helped discipline the army and turned boys into men as they culled their enemies without mercy. Unlike the other 'Swords', he'd rarely taken prisoners, and when he did he'd question and then swiftly dispatch them.

While he fucked Wet Nurse without mercy, Foal-Bearer and Ocellus positioned themselves in a sixty-nine formation, and set to devour each other's taut holes. Slurps filled the air, hands left to wander, while a thin breeze rustled over the foursome. While he continued to knead and spank Wet Nurse's reddened asscheek, his free hand lifted up his binoculars for the purpose he'd intended.

He scanned the areas. Saw some of Thunder Storm's troops walk the streets, stop in at a local pub, and chat with the civilians. Very little of interest, so he looked onward. Then, he did a double-take.

Adjusting the binoculars, he focused on another, very voluptuous mare atop a lower cloud, completely nude while she felt herself up and finger-blasted her pussy like mad, her mouth wide open with moans he couldn't hear. Snowy Blizzard, the mare he'd loved as a boy, while he and Thunder Storm competed for her heart. Ultimately, she'd tried to nicely turn him down.

His heart still ached at the memory. He'd never intended to spy on her, but could she really blame him, when she flaunted herself out in the open? He zoomed in on her suppleness, as she'd put on a bit of fat in her downtime, yet it had clearly gone to all the nicest places and filled her out more.

Grunts escaped him when he speared his mare's cunt even harder. Slapped her ass more sharply, possessively, made her moan out even louder as he thumbed her asshole and pulled on her bunched up mane in his fist. She shrilly shrieked with her sister as they squirted all over from the treatment.

“Take it all you bitches,” he hissed between his teeth, and pictured Snowy beneath him, that he could fuck her into submission, show her he was the much better stallion than Thunder Storm!

“Y-yes master~!” Wet Nurse bounced her buns back to meet his harsh, dominant thrusts. She pressed into the marshmallow cloud, face-down and ass-up while he railed her senseless. She reached back with both hands and spread her buttcheeks for him, utterly submitted for his pleasure.

He blew his load balls deep in her womb. Almost knocked the twins out from pleasure overload.

He popped off the momentarily spent mare, watched his cum ooze from her ruined twat. However, like the mares, he wouldn't be satisfied until each of them had a round. Snowy was still at it, contorted herself into different sexual positions while she masturbated and pictured her husband.

His binoculars spotted blurs of color further below, and he trained them on Midnight Blitzer in the lead, Lightning Dust close behind, and Moonlight River at the back while the friends sailed as high as they were allowed over the capital, in a race to see who'd be able to top their records today. His burnt-marked face curled at them. A pair of children, fathered by his rival on the mare he loved.

Ocellus carved a throne from the bunches up clouds. “Take a seat, sir!”

“Not bad,” he admitted, and sat down. Still half-hard, he watched the twins crawled naked towards him, their breasts swaying beneath with each roll of hips and buttocks on their sensuous approach. Finally, the pair stood before him, spun, and pressed their buttocks into the sides of his slick shaft.

Their spread buns sandwiched his horsecock, traced up-and-down it while it flushed with more blood to breed them all. Their puckered assholes and slits mashed on his vein-lined tool with moist squelches, surrounded it in heat and their own lustful secretions in prepared for Foal-Bearer to be taken. “Fuckin' sluts,” he hissed, one hand squeezed around a bun of each twin, who moaned.

“But we're your sluts~,” reminded Ocellus with a wink as she, too, fondled herself. She followed the sisters around, and manipulated them into a variety of sexual scenarios she fed on very well.

They rubbed him faster-and-faster, smeared their fuckholes in his precum and their feminine lusts, which trailed from their puffy pussylips. Eventually, Foal-Bearer's tail wrapped around his cock, and directed it into her cunt, where it sank in with a coo from the twins. He thrust up into her core.

His palms wandered all over them, cupped, spanked, squeezed, and needed handfuls of flesh. One day, maybe Snow would realize her mistake. That she should've chosen him. He'd protect her!

It all came back to their enemy, the changelings. With her hive hidden deep underground, no one knew how massive Queen Chrysalis' army could potentially be. Thus, he and his men cut them down without mercy whenever he encountered them, in a vain attempt to exterminate them all.

He knew it was a fool's errand. He'd have to strike down all the queen's or they'd always return.

Faster-and-harder, he impaled Foal-Bearer on his lap, making the twins whine in ecstasy. Reapedtly smacked her buttcheek, marked it with a furious red hand print, watched the flesh wobble.

Inevitably, when she sat on his lap, he came inside her, too, filled up her uterus.The twins nuzzled his cheeks and reclined on him. By this point, Snowy drifted into a pleased sleep on her side. Some of the clouds had climbed and shadowed the capital, while people went about their day.

Foal-Bearer popped off him, the twins slumped naked across the marshmallow cloud and leaked out his cum. Ocellus beset him next, took his dick into her lips and sucked him off with bobs of her head while she licked up the feminine excretions and spunk that still slathered his fleshy sword.

Guided by his firm hand in her mane, she cheerfully serviced him with a hum. He humped back into her face, swabbed her throat, almost spent with how relentless and insatiable these three sluts proved. Yet his masculine pride wouldn't allow them to walk away unsatisfied, so he pushed himself.

She rubbed her snatch and clitoris at the same time, took his empire horsecock to the balls like a champ, able to easily shift the insides of her throat. She kept it subtle so it would be hard to notice, but she manipulated her throat so it felt similar to a taut pussy, wet and slick while he ruthelessly skullfucked her. Finally, she drenched herself amidst a climax, her eyes rolled into her head.

Finally, he held her there, sheathed his 'sword' completely, and unloaded into her mouth. Despite how she could easily shift her interior to handle it all, she deliberately let the excess spunk balloon up her cheeks and explode hotly out her nostrils, tears in the corners of her eyes and a proud blush on her face, aware that his male pride would love a chance to further mark and dominate a mare.

She opened her mouth wide after she withdrew, showed a mouthful of his seed, which she swished about for over a minute before she finally swallowed his treat. It burned pleasantly in her stomach, almost bloated from all the love and lust she'd soaked up today. “Time to head back, sir?”

“Yes. I've seen all I need to see,” he decided and started to redress. “Besides, the potion only lasts an hour, doesn't it? Last thing I want is to see you three drop to your deaths. I know I can seem harsh at times, but I live to protect the Crystal Empire,” he said sincerely, and stroked her mane and cheek. They dressed swiftly too, before he scooped them up and sailed away from the cloud.

He took care to avoid any possible eyes, and deposited them in a solitary spot near the Crystal Palace, where they made their way inside. Meanwhile, he considered his next move.

Peace times wouldn't last forever. Skirmishes would spiral into bloody warfare.

Chapter 5

Swords crossed in the spacious arena, similar to an ancient coliseum. A place where pony athletes once performed in the distant past, then a bloody battlefield when Sombra seized it, and pitted powerful warriors against one-another for his entertainment. The tyrant's own sons had been tested in this place for worthiness, and a few had fallen to gladiators, but others won glory and special favors, as those that pleased the conqueror were allowed small fortunes and use of many prized concubines, usually the ones he'd tired of. Now, it returned to its old purposes, where champions displayed their skills to the adulation of the crowds that filled the many stands.

Queen Cadance herself opened the games, dressed in enchanted, ceremonial armor that showed quite a bit of skin, practically a metallic leotard. When he husband had voiced his doubts she reminded him, “In olden times the athletes performed in the nude! Would you prefer it were I to step out naked before my people, too?” She teased him with a titter while he'd blushed darkly.

A number of shows would be put on each day for an entire month. Today, from her private stand, she used the binoculars to watch Shining Armor, Thunder Storm, and Fiery Kickstart undertake a mock battle with their blades, to the cheers and claps of onlookers. Sparks flew each time the 'Three Swords' crossed blades, a phrase that made her snicker with dirty fantasies of the three studs.

“A shame Thunder Storm is opposed to an openly relationship,” she mused between sips of her wine. “A wife swap would perk him up, I'm sure. As for Fiery, well...he's also too duty-bound.” She hadn't dared broach the topic with them directly, but had read between the lines they'd be opposed.

Anyone was allowed to attend, and the guards took shifts that alternated days, so they could enjoy the shows, too. It was a morale boost her people desperately needed with all the recent reappearances of the swarm. Ones that were put down quickly, but military secrets had spread.

Her personal handmaidens, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse, were offered a special place of their own near the top, not so far from her. At their request, she'd also allowed Ocellus to sit in with them.

Also, the cadets were there, Midnight Blitzer, Lightning Spark, and Moonlight River included. The twin brother-and-sister would also participate with the junior Wonderbolts squad, to show off their impressive speed and techniques. The bat mare decided to sit out, since she couldn't quite match the faster flyers, however the weapons she'd made would be included in a craftsman display.

Weapons and armor would be put on display, some from the oldest recorded periods, and would also include pieces which were once Sombra's, which mystics had checked repeatedly to make certain they weren't cursed. By contrast, Moonlight felt humbled, her own work amateurish. But a number of people, her parents included, reminded her she'd achieved much in a short time.

Fiery returned to the stands with the other 'Swords' when the armaments were displayed, and a blacksmith explained to the audience where each one came from. “A weapon's a weapon,” he muttered. “It either effectively does the task, or it doesn't. No need to romanticize it.”

“Some say a sword symbolizes a wielder's soul,” reminded Shining Armor at his side when they made their way up the stone steps, surrounded by fans which he smiled and waved at. “Wonder how that works when you pick up someone's blade that isn't your own? Is it unlucky, you think?”

Thunder Storm shook his head. “I wouldn't want to be superstitious about it. But I'd rather wield a weapon I already know can be trusted. A blade that breaks in the midst of battle could cost you!”

“True,” admitted Fiery, who looked at his own sheathed blade. “I'll see you two later.”

“I'll tell you my wife said hi,” answered the 'First Sword', who beamed at Cadance up above.

“I'd better return to my own wife,” said Thunder Storm. “Really, Fiery, you should settle down someday and-” He frowned as his old friend had already moved up the steps. Sure, they'd had a small scuffle over Snowy in their boyhood days, but he had no idea Fiery still lusted after his wife.

Instead, he'd put it down to Fiery's own militaristic focus, and hoped his friend would find peace.

Fiery made his way up to where the twins and Ocellus sat. He wiped the sweat from his brow and sidled up behind the mares, who smiled back at him, for once not in uniform but instead in short scarlet dresses that were little more than a slip, and sipped wine provided in chalices.

His hands immediately slipped down the dresses of the sisters, seized a titty of each, which he fondled to pass the time. “These arms displays always bore me. I prefer to take action.”

“S-sir! You're so wicked~,” said Wet Nurse with a blush as he toyed with her heavy tit.

Foal-Bearer asked, “What if someone sees us? Our queen won't mind what we do, but how would we explain it to everyone here? You're the 'Third Sword', sir! Well-respected and-”

“Their eyes are all locked on the show,” he reminded. “Plus...” His spread plume partially hid them.

Foal-Bearer asked, “Won't that look even more suspicious?” Yet she also shuddered at his touch.

Ocellus cut in, “Looks like fun to me!” She slipped in front of him, went to her knees, and undid his zipper to let his cock flop free, which smacked her across the face. She snickered at that, and immediately set to service him, with both hands and her mouth, which stroked and sucked him.

He became a little bolder, popped out the tits of the sisters, pulled so firmly on their erect nipples that he momentarily distended their breasts before he released they and they bounced back into place. It had become a challenge to him, a game, to grope them wherever he could, usually in very public places, filled with a dark thrill every time he risked his station for his own pleasures.

Nor were they the only ones that decided to partake in some sneaky fun.

Shining Armor had invited Thunder Storm and Snowy Blizzard to sit in with him and Cadance at the queen's request, with the hope maybe she could loosen them up once the atmosphere turned bawdier. “Please, sit down. Wine?” Cadance offered chalices to the married couple.

“Only a little,” said Thunder Storm. “We have to be in tip-top shape.”

“Come on,” said Cadance, her cheeks mildly colored. “Loosen up a little.” She downed more drink.

“You've sure convinced me sweetie,” said her husband with a chuckle, as he took a chalice and drank his own fill, which burned in his belly. “Whoo! It's like we're back in the academy!”

Snowy asked, “Isn't that where you two met? I miss those carefree days.”

“Me too,” said Shiny with a wide smile. “Seems like a lifetime's passed since then.”

“Well,” admitted Thunder Storm between sips. “We did marry and have children. Will you two-?”

“We've talked about it many times,” admitted Cadance. “But I don't want to risk it while Chrysalis is still out there. Once we've dealt with her, that'll be the time.” She hiccuped and covered her lips.

They all couldn't help but notice the bounce of her almost bared breasts in Cadance's armor, her bust intentionally emphasized by the costume's cut, a symbol of her status. She was a symbol of love and fertility to her people, her wide hips and much of her buttocks also on display.

“Maybe you shouldn't wait,” offered Snowy.

Mmm? What did you have in mind?” Cadance half-lidded her eyes with more half-drunken titters, which made her breasts bounce harder in her armor, to the point where when she shifted on the bench, part of her areola peeked out. “Maybe you two can teach me how foals are made, hmm?”

“You're drunk,” said Thunder Storm with a slow shake of his head.

“I think we should loosen up too,” defended Snowy, who also drank a lot more, to the point where she started to burn all over, all of them unaware that Ocellus spiked the drinks with her venom.

The aphrodisiac started slow and subtle, but then rapidly picked up speed each time any hint of arousal blossomed in the drinker. Thunder Storm wasn't immune either, from the sips he'd taken. Like the others, his eyes continued to Cadance's areola, as her costume slipped even lower.

With each movement and titter Cadance's tits threatened to topple out, heavy and pendulous, symbols of her maternal nature. Growing flirtier with each deep drink she took, she strategically positioned herself so that to refill her drink, she was forced to bend over in front of them.

Her heart-shaped asscheeks were on full display, her asscrack and the lips of her vulva barely hidden by a thin piece. The married couple couldn't help but stare, captivated, and told themselves they were mostly interested in her cutie marks stretched partially across both her hips and buttcheeks.

Her husband chortled and landed a playful smack on her ass, which wobbled.

“Shiny!” She spun and smiled back at him with a leer. “You dirty boy!” Yet she'd already started to close the trap around the married couple, unaware they were all affected by the venom aphrodisiac, convinced this was the day when her fantasies would come true and they'd be seduced into bed.

“You know it,” he replied. “What'd say earlier? About how athletes once performed nude...?”

Indeed,” she purred. “Like this.” Cadance's horn lit up, and undid the clamps that held on the ceremonial armor, then used her aura to set it aside, her breasts swayed free when her voluptuous body was put on full display before the three of them, her perfect pussy taut and nipples erect.

“Queen Cadance!” Thunder Storm spread his plume to hide them. “Someone will see-!”

“Relax~,” said Cadance. “I've already started to work a spell I prepared. To anyone that looks this way, it will appear we're seated and enraptured by the latest show. So, what do you think?”

Snowy couldn't look away when the queen shook her assets. “I'm a little envious. I've put on fat-”

“Let me see,” said Cadance, and before anyone could deny her, the queen's aura lifted Snow's dress off her, the mother's heavy breasts also left to fall with a sizable bounce, down to panties. Snowy squeaked a little in surprise and the queen observed, “Looks pretty perfect to me!”

Thunder Storm took a protective step forward. “This is a bit much-”

“I don't mind,” said Snowy, who touched his chest. “I was surprised, that's all!” So pent up after a week without sex, and with the venom's help, her inhibitions were all but completely eroded.

This was a chance to score with her husband, his usual excuses be damned!

Thunder Storm had relaxed his defensive posture. “But still...” He softened when her silky body pressed into his own, one of his hands slid to her lower back, near a wide butt with panties that all but climbed into her thick pale cheeks. Playfully, her tail flicked and brushed his hand.

“Guess we should all get in the spirit of the ancient games,” said Shining Armor, who also unbuttoned his uniform, his chest soon bared. Quickly, he also released his belt and stepped out of his pants and boots. “Wow! Feels nice to feel the wind and the sun on my bare skin!”

“Come on,” offered Snow shyly to her husband, as she stepped out of her panties.

“Er...fine,” decided Thunder Storm. Thought we were a monarchy, not a democracy?” Yet he chuckled and tried to loosen up too, as he removed his clothes and the mares whistled.

“Time to compare sizes~,” teased Cadance. “Snowy, is he a shower or a grower? Well, it looks like he's almost a match for my husband's size already!” She coquettishly batted her lashes.

One way to find out,” countered Snowy with a smirk, as she stroked her husband's cock.

“Snowy?” Thunder Storm balked as she escalated this further, winced and tried to swallow a moan when her hand movements made her harden into Snowy's delicate palm with playful strokes.

“I prefer the 'hands off' method~,” said Cadance, who suddenly dropped to her knees and took her husband's black horsecock into her mouth. He shuddered in audible pleasure, his wife unbelievably skilled with how she serviced him, her eyes cast at him with love and sexual submission to her stud.

“You're on!” With a sudden competitive spirit, Snowy sank down to suck off her own stallion. Her husband hissed in appreciation, shamelessly worked over by his sex-starved wife.

Both mares orally assaulted their lovers. While Snowy couldn't quite match Cadance's peerless skill, she more than made up for it with enthusiasm. Soon, both mares bunched their titties around the shafts they sloppily serviced, and their wet pussies winked with a need to be filled.

The mares rested their hands on the firm hips and chiseled buttocks of their studs, bobbed their heads and took the horsecocks down their throats. Powerful hands worked their way into their manes, hips thrust and balls smacked into their chins while the studs humped into their faces.

Cadance's horn lit up. Snowy's eyes widened, as the queen's aura formed a pair of phantasmal horsecocks for both mares, and the translucent creations spread their lower holes open, fucked them rapidly with wet schlicks, which made their cunts drip as they were both triple-filled.

Such spells took a lot of concentration. Fortunately, Cadance was a master after a life of practice!

They licked and sucked. Swirled their tongues around the pillars of meat. Slurped down the precum shot into their mouths and down their throats. Whatever it took to help them achieve orgasm. The mares inhaled the masculine musk of their husbands, which made their holes instinctively clench.

Eventually, the studs finished on the faces of their wives, a half-drunken Shining Armor first, who swayed on his knees while he continued to take occasional drinks. A mask of stick cum coated Snowy and Cadance, and the latter smiled as she licked her chops. “Mmm, very close, Thunder Storm and Snowy~. But it looks like we still hold the crown of the Empire's power couple!”

“You were lucky,” shout back Thunder, his competitive spirit aroused.

“Now, now. This is a friendly competition,” reminded Cadance with a purr. “Hubby, give them a victory drink, since there are no losers here.” Shining refilled their chalices, and Snowy downed hers, tasted the mix of wine and her husband's savory cum, while Thunder reluctantly drank too. The venom aphrodisiac now assaulted them in full-force, their bodies unbelievably hot.

Thunder Storm balked to see how hard he still was. “Wh-why am I so-?”

“Horny?” Cadance smirked at him through her cum-mask, some of it dripped down onto her voluminous bust. “Because you've started to let your walls down.” She rose, sidled up to the married couple with an intentional sway of her hips, breasts, and buttocks, his eye drawn to her.

He almost stumbled with a step back. “What are you-”

“Shhh. How about it, Snowy?” Cadance assumed her most seductive voice and her face smoldered with shameless lust. “You've heard of a 'wife swap'? What better way to settle round two, and see who's truly the better mare in bed?” She curled one of Snowy's locks around her finger.

Snowy hadn't felt hornier since the first time she'd ever hit estrus, even drunker on venom. “Wh-why not?”She hiccuped, rose and also put on her sluttiest strut to approach the other stud.

Thunder Storm wanted to protest. But when he felt Cadance's breasts crush into his chest, felt her lips mash into his own, a feral hunger seemed to consume him as his hands started to possessively molest the queen all over, as all his instincts screamed to put dozens of foals in her fertile womb. With a coo she cast back her head and melted at his touch, felt his cock poke into her belly.

Shining Armor, too, toyed with Snowy's offered body, which he'd fantasized about quite a few times. Cadance always wanted to invite more stallions and mares into their bed, but had settled on the twin sisters alone, fearful that she'd be shot down and scandalous rumors would spread that their beloved queen was a complete depraved whore. None of them understood her appetites!

This time, the mares were taken sideways, their walls spread with moans when massive cocks were pushed in to part their pink, pliable pussies. Immediately, the contst resumed, as the studs worked to fuck the mares into a silly mess, in a pendulous sway of breasts each time they skewered them.

Cadance's cunt milked Thunder's dick. “You like that, stud? You like to shove your cock inside me?”

“Unf! Yes,” he admitted, with a harsh smack on her ass, which wildly clapped each time he smashed deep into her. They continued to makeout, Thunder's mind blank with raw, animal lust.

“Oh yes!” Snowy screamed her pleasure too, to be so fiercely taken, to be watched by her husband and another beautiful mare, within a short amount of time she rode out multiple climaxes.

“Told you we'd all love this,” teased Cadance, who happily squealed when Thunder landed another harsh, possessive spank on her heart-shaped, sizable ass, the queen's fertile form sculpted to perfection. Empowered by the venom, the stallions fucked them with all their passion.

A similar scenario played out with Ocellus, arms pulled behind her by the wrists when Fiery railed the stripped bare 'crystal mare'. She savored the lusts released by the twins and the 'Third Sword', allowing him to sheathe himself completely in her cunt, over-and-over with all his fury.

Fortunately, the venom aphrodisiac epidemic was confined to the these ponies, since only a select few were allowed to drink from Cadance's now spiked stock. Ocellus had been tempted to spread her lust venom further, but she didn't exactly want to unleash chaos and blow her cover as a spy.

Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse scissored while they waited their turns, in a blur of hips and bouncy buns, their slimy clams in clits mash in spider-web threads of their liquid lust, their tits tossed about amidst their wild movements while their fingers linked and their lips and tongues wrestled. Their cutie marks shined and resonated, bliss amplified in a closed circle amidst their intimacy.

An announcer opened the next show. Lower in the stands, Midnight Blitzer, Lightning Spark, and Moonlight River waited with bated breath near the other cadets. “We're almost up sis,” said Midnight, both of them clad in Wonderbolt uniforms for the stunt races that conformed to and showed off their physiques, his lean muscles well-cut, her toned curves also on full display.

“You said it bro,” his twin answered, and punched the air in anticipation while they stood. The crowd around them roared while the twins waited for their names to be called.

Moonlight blushed as she sat on the stand, their well-shaped butts practically in her face. She was usually more into stallions, but she couldn't deny the mare was very cute, too, and was tempted to reach out and cop a feel of their well-shaped butts. “Knock 'em dead, you two!”

She'd come dressed in practical clothes, a tank top,shorts, and sports shoes, since she'd declined direct participation. If only she was faster, she lamented, but thestrals were built more for sneak attacks, able to see well in the dark and blend into the shadows. No matter how hard she pushed herself, she'd never match the twins, and worried if that would make her crush less attracted to her.

By the time the brother-and-sister sailed beside a number of the proper Wonderbolts, a dream Lightning one day hoped to achieve once they all graduated from the military academy, Shining Armor, Thunder Storm, and Fiery all approached their limits. Fireworks exploded across the skies amidst a blur of colors from the Wonderbolts that sailed the skies when they all unloaded.

Cumshots erupted into wombs. The bellies of mares bloated from excess spunk, Cadance, Snowy, and Ocellus lost in blissful screams while their insides were impacted by each furious shot, the crotches of their studs absolutely drenched by squirts that slapped across them as they hilted.

It was still near the start of the championship, and the queen was determined to repeat this as many times as possible every day with them, before these contests reached their apex...

Chapter 6

After the Wonderbolts performance finished to standing ovations, a trophy was given to Midnight Blitzer, fastest flier in the junior league. Carved of silver, it depicted Rainbow Dash, one of the premiere heroines of Equestria, although she lived far from the Crystal Empire, practically on the other side of the world. Midnight, Lightning, and Moonlight broke away from the other cadets like usual, and entered one of the buildings behind the arena, where the guards nodded at them while they passed on their way to the locker rooms, their Wonderbolt outfits soaked in sweat.

Lightning Spark stretched and yawned. “I'm bushed! Congratulations, bro! To show you I'm not a sore loser, how would you like to celebrate your victory?”

“Huh, dunno.” Midnight scratched the back of his head in the locker room. The twins started to peel their uniforms away, and had gone without underwear in an attempt to further maximize speeds.

I'm sure you'll think up something,” said Moonlight, who tried not to stare.

Lightning said, “Let's hit the showers! You too, Moonie!”

“Fine. I could use a soak.” Moonlight, too, tossed her tank top aside, kicked off her sports shoes, and removed her shorts and plain white panties, the most feminine garment she wore. The three of them headed into the showers, which they had to themselves since the other cadets either stayed to watch the show or helped themselves to the food and drink provided elsewhere by the maids.

Water streamed from the nozzles over their bodies, which they lathered up. With a wicked snicker, Lightning started to wash Moonlight like before, drawing the bright green wide eyes of her brother as the bat mare bit her lower lip to swallow small moans each time her breasts and areola were rubbed. She traced up her sides, firmly squeezed handfuls of female flesh between her fingers.

Nonetheless, Midnight, while he watched with curious eyes, didn't so much as stir downstairs.

“You're so innocent, brother. I'll never understand you.”

“Uh? What do you mean?” He tilted his head to one side while he rinsed down.

“Nevermind.” She rolled her eyes. “Know what we need to properly celebrate? Booze!”

“But we're not supposed to drink...oh~,” shuddered Moonlight, as hands that danced around a tit and buttock kneaded and rolled them. “Where in the hell could we obtain some, anyway?”

Midnight said, “We could ask permission? Special occasion?”

“Got a better idea.” Lightning shot them a wild grin. “Hate to cut this short, but I'll be back in a flash!” In an electric blue blur, she zipped out of the shower, toweled down, threw on some clothes, and rushed out of the locker room. The bewildered pair continued to finish up their shower.

For a moment, only the sound of the shower waters filled an otherwise awkward silence.

Moonlight's bat-like met his stare. “S-so Middy?” She shifted a foot across the floor, brushed some water puddles into the drain. “H-how about I take you to dinner? Since you won, and all.”

“Your treat? You know I can always eat!” He laughed, and she forced one, too with a mild blush.

“Here. Let me, um, finish you.” Her cheeks colored further as she strode over, and tried not to tremble while she washed off his fluffy fur and feathers, not in an intrusive way, and he continued to beam at her in a toothy manner. Then, she turned off the nozzle, and toweled him down.

After she finished he took a fresh towel and said, “I'll do you, too!” She winced and hissed to hide another moan at his touch, seemingly oblivious whenever he touched a breast, hip, or her butt, almost like he was spaced out and in a world of his own all the time, much to her chagrin.

She'd have to be even bolder. But now didn't seem to be the right time to make her move.

An electric blue flash announced Lightning's return, who kicked the locker room door shut behind her and locked it with her wingtips. In her lean arms, she carried a basket full of goodies, which included a thick bottle of wine. “Ta-da~! Now we can really throw a party for the champion!”

Midnight practically drooled at all the snacks. “Can't wait to dig in!”

“Heehee.” Lightning beamed with pride and placed a picnic blanket down on the floor, which the maids had cleaned almost spotless, then she put out a spread of baked goods.

Moonlight raised an eyebrow. “Where'd you find the wine?”

“Oh, er, I kinda nicked it,” she finished with a low whisper. “Took it from the queen's private stash.”

“You what?” Moonlight almost freaked out. “You want to get us kicked out of the academy?”

“Hush. No one's gonna know. Not unless you squeal. So don't be such a wimp! Whew, practically need another shower after I ran around the whole building!” Lightning, seeing that they were still naked, used that as an excuse to toss off her own clothes and enjoyed the cool air on her skin.

“B-but still...” Moonlight's shoulders slumped in defeat, as Lightning had already uncorked the bottle, and took a deep swig, before she happily breathed a sigh. “Wow, good shit! Try some!” She handed it to her brother first, who also took a gulp, and fluffed up his fur and feathers in delight. He then passed it to Moonlight, who tentatively took it and studied the ingredients.

“Guess it's an indirect kiss,” she whispered almost inaudibly, and took a deep series of sips.

They sat on their bottoms in a circle and started to devour, or in Moonlight's case, pick at the baked treats. What they didn't know was that Ocellus had spiked this batch of drinks, too.

A heat that settled in their bellies continued to spread across their bodies. Their faces flushed, their eyes hazy, while the venom aphrodisiac rushed into their extremities and tickled their brains.

“Good thing we're already naked,” muttered Moonlight. “Why is it suddenly so hot...?” A light sheen of perspiration enveloped their bodies, and a sweatdrop rolled down the slope of a tit.

“Feels kinda nice~, almost slurred Lightning with a lewd smirk, as both mares' nipples almost painfully hardened, their assholes puckered, and their cunts clenched with a quiet, moist squish.

Midnight couldn't hide his own arousal, as his horsecock swelled and lifted, until its flared tip dripped. “I feel weird,” he admitted. He'd never so much as masturbated, not while awake at least, but had woken up with stained sheets a few times, as his innocence protected him like a shield.

“Got a boner,” chortled Lightning with a snicker. “Wow, you really are packing! No wonder Moonie wants a piece of you so badly!” She nudged the bat mare, who flushed hard.

Midnight snapped to awareness and covered his crotch. “S-sorry! I'm not a pervert, I swear!”

“Nah, bro, it's natural.” The venom continued to temporarily rewire their brains, lowering their inhibitions, its effect increased the more they were aroused. She brushed aside the goodies on the picnic blanket, slowly crawled across it to him on all fours, Moonlight unable to help but stare at the twin mare's inflamed holes on full display, which suddenly looked unbelievably tasty. Especially with her tail flagged up high, her toned butt presented like she was ready to be mounted.

Lightning pushed down on the flared tip, then watched it bob and giggled, her fingertip smeared in his hot precum. She looked at it curiously, then thoughtlessly licked it off her digit.

“S-sister!” His dick and testicles tensed up at her closeness, unable to help but stare at her body in a way he never had before, and with a hiss a wad of his precum shot across her tits.

“Ooh, kinky!” She simply laughed and her sexholes clenched harder as she inhaled his musk.

“Th-this is wrong,” muttered Moonlight, so why did it feel so right? Intrsusive fantasies flooded her brain, of the brother-and-sister as they pinned her down, and fucked her senseless while the three of them made out. Without realizing it, she'd snaked a hand down to trace her cunt cleft.

“Come on Moonie~.” Lightning cast her half-lidded eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, she started to scoot over. “No, not like that! Crawl, like I did!” Moonlight's face was fully red, but she nonetheless lowered herself, and tried to match the mare's seductive crawl on all fours.

Midnight couldn't help but leer at his childhood friend's cut, heart-shaped butt stuck up in the air, her tail also raised and plastered across her lower back, a signal mares usually made when they wanted a stallion to rut them. Her medium-sized breasts also swayed below her, topped by perky nipples that practically brushed over the picnic blanket on her way over to them.

When she was close, Lightning suddenly pulled her into a deep kiss. Moonlight's eyes widened, but she surrendered to the hands on her hips and melted into the kiss. Then, Lightning's wing wrapped around her brother and drew him in too, as her snout disconnected from Moon's in strings of saliva while their bosoms huffed. “P-pretty cool, huh? Why don't we really make the champion's day?” One of her hands slid to cup and squeeze Moon's buttcheek, while the other stroked cock.

By the moment, their defenses broke down, as they surrendered further to their base desires. Moonlight had hoped her first time would be more romantic, but she collapsed into their touch, and a three-way kiss between him, the stallion's own instincts awakened by the fertile mares.

They moved on instinct, Midnight pushed onto his back across the picnic blanket as his massive plumage wrapped around his mares. They slid down to his impressive horsecock, started to nuzzle, kiss, and lick it, both of them amateurish but enthusiastic to please as their hot cunts winked.

He cast back his head and practically howled when his twin took his cock into her maw. She rapidly bobbed, slid him deeper-and-deeper with a choke, until she finally swallowed him whole, while Moon was forced to lap at the bottom of his vein-lined shaft and his fuzzy blue balls.

His sister swirled around his length. Slurped up the precum he jizzed out with each throb. All of them could tell he wouldn't last long with his first time, so Lightning moaned when she sloppily popped off, buried her hand in Moon's sharp mane parted over half the mare's face, and forced her head down. Her eyes widened when she, too, choked down the horsecock that filled her throat.

“Suck it~,” teased the twin, who cupped the mare's squishy buttcheek while her other hand drove her head up-and-down, making her gurgle on the intrusion that distended her throat. Small tears formed in her bat-like eyes, but Moonlight submitted with a wink in an attempt to please him.

“M-Moonie~!” The innocent stud tensed up.

Lightning held her friend's face down, snout buried in the fluffy fur of his crotch, when he cried out and massaged her throat with each pulse. Moonlight tried desperately to swallow down his excessive, pent up load, but the sheer volume made her cheeks balloon, her eyes more watery and her nostrils burned when an excessive amount of semen hotly exploded out of her nostrils.

Finally, the hand on her skull drew back. Gasps rose from Moonlight, her open mouth overfilled with cum, while Lightning continued to jerk off Midnight and thick ropes of cum painted the mares faces, pressed hip-to-hip and cheek-to-cheek while they took the brunt of his loads.

Midnight felt his first sexual awakening, his innocence lost, unaware why it had protected him. That he carried the suppressed 'hyper-stallion' gene, a rare mutation that was a throwback to more primitive times. Whenever a bloodline risked extinction, a male could become a potential hyper-stallion, larger and more virile than an average stud, able to impregnate a number of mares. However, they were ignorant of this knowledge and the downsides...a much shorter lifespan as a stud became addicted and needed a constant supply of sex, before his reserves fully burnt out.

“W-wow....!” His chest heaved, and the lust-drunk mares swore they could see his chest visibly swell in a subdued manner, like the stud had suddenly become even more masculine. He cupped a cheek of their bottoms, tendelry squeezed the buttflesh. “I-I'm no longer a virgin!”

“But you still act like one,” teased Lightning as she elbowed him and licked cum off her face.

Some awareness returned to Moonlight, who also swallowed more of his load with a gurgle, despite how puffy and moist her pussylips were each time she winked, so horny her holes were desperate to be filled, and she hardly cared if he claimed her anal virginity, too. “Wh-what if we get knocked up? We should probably stop now,” she argued, even if an onset of estrus screamed at her to be bred.

Lightning teased, “You really wanna stop now? When you're so worked up?” She dipped a finger down, and with a wet squish, traced her forefinger over Moonie's snatch, a line of her pussy juices tethered to the digit when she lifted it up. “Come on, you can taste it!” She pressed a finger to her lips.

Moonlight reluctantly opened her mouth, sucked her friend's finger and tasted herself. She smoldered at her childhood pal, and stumbled shakily to her feet. The siblings rose with her, and Lightning spun Moon around and pressed on her lower back to force her down, Moon's palms spread to plant on a bench for support, bent over with her toned ass stuck in their faces.

She couldn't lower her tails to hide her holes if she wanted to, winked and dripped a trickle of her liquid lust with a needy mewl, looked over her shoulder with a dark blush as her heart-shaped clitoris peeked from her pussy hood and pulsed, shiny and wet. “P-please,” she pleaded.

“You heard her,” said Lightning, who sharply clapped a presented buttcheek. “You know how?”

“Y-yeah! I'm not a kid!” His hands were firmer, more dominant when they settled on and sank into Moonie's hips and buttcheeks when he reared up and mounted her, his horsecock slapped between her sweaty buns. He hissed and pulsed, emptied a rope of precum on her lower back and between her asscrack as his shaft rubbed over her lower holes, which throbbed against his studly dick.

His tip brushed over her puckered asshole, down her perineum, before he prodded at her entrance. With a small thrust, he split her tunnel open, feeling her pink folds envelop his cock. She squirted a little over his shaft, milked at it, while he slowly drove in deeper, and started to shift his hips.

Lightning reached down and fondled one of Moon's hanging breasts, which bounced and swayed while she was railed, and she met her brother's lips in a sloppy kiss. “Happy championship, brother~.” She half-lidded her eyes, felt his hands fondle her and the bat mare he fucked harder.

Plaps sounded each time he compressed Moon's plush, pert asscheeks, and she mewled in ecstasy, eyes rolled into her head and her mouth wide open, like the other mare her face still masked in sticky, slimy cum. Lightning continued to toy with her tits, and land more playful spanks on her asscheeks, which continually clapped under each possessive, dominant thrust Midnight made.

Aggression had increased his cock length and girth a little, spread her interior walls further, allowed his flare to break past her widened cervix and impact the walls of her slimy womb when he claimed her core, made her his mare. She whined in pleasure, fucked silly, and her tongue fell out of her mouth while he drove multiple orgasms from her and gushed all over his groin.

Finally, he reached his own limit. Buried himself deep as he was able, fired off inside her. Her belly swelled beneath her, packed full of load-after-load that impacted her uterus walls. She winked and milked him all the while, continued to drench him while the other mare molested her.

After he popped out, Lightning spread Moonlight's buttcheeks, so that his last thick load fired across her lower back, puckered asshole where the thick slime settled in the pink ring of feminine flesh, all over the insides of the parted cheeks and across a gaped snatch that drooled his sludge.

“S-so messy,” huffed Moonie, so shaken she could barely stand as her knees knocked.

Lightning patted her butt affectionately. “Good girl~. Now that's how you treat a champion! Oh.” Her ears flattened when she watched her brother slump onto the picnic blanket and drift into a deep sleep. “Guess I'll have to give him the other half of his reward some other time! Another shower, Moonie~?” She took her hand, and helped the pleasantly sore bat mare waddle over.

More heated water hit them, washed away the cum and their own lustful secretions. Lightning helped wash her, and winked all the while, but fortunately for her, the effects of the changeling venom had started to wear off. Regrets could always wait until later. Although both mares doubted they would surface, not when they both felt more wonderful than they ever had before!

Fortunately, none of the cadets came this way when the three of them cuddled up across the picnic blanket, slumbered, and were filled with more wet dreams induced by the venom's after-effects...

Chapter 7

The days of the championship games continued to pass throughout the Crystal Empire, where banners fluttered high above the Crystal Empire, the air often filled with fireworks and trumpets which announced the new spectacular show. Shining Armor had hoped his sister, and perhaps Queen Celestia and Queen Luna themselves would make the trip here, but according to his wife, Cadance, they were busy with their own troubles, since the changeling swarms were more common around their habitats. Thus, they'd have to miss it this year, which made the paladin's heart sink.

He'd paced his private room with a snort. Read the letter Twilight Sparkle sent, over-and-over, until he crumpled it up and tossed it into a wastebasket. “Damn our duties! Always in the way!”

Over the shower's hiss Cadance called, “Can you really complain honey?” He turned to her voluptuous nude silhouette visible from the steam glass, her wings spread and her arms raised while she smoothed back her mane. “After all, we couldn't exactly fuck like wild animals with her about!”

“That's true,” he answered and brightened, his clothes hastily stripped off to join her before she finished. She giggled when he slid open the glass door, closed it, and snuggled up behind her, his dark horsecock pressed between her heart-shaped buns as he started to lather her melons up.

They'd invited Thunder Storm and Snow Blizzard back, and each day, the four of them would meet up in the private suite and fuck like mad. She nuzzled back into his neck and cheek. His palms sank into her titties, which made wet squelches whenever the soaped-up boobs were rubbed.

He pushed her forward, bent her over, her palms pressed into the glass for support, and likewise her breasts were mashed and partially flattened across the surface with another soapy squelch. “So dominate my chivalrous stud~,” she mewled, her tail raised and her ass bounced at him. “Breed me~.” She yelped in delight when he pulled her tail, and drove himself into her cunny. He whinnied and immediately started to pound her, fast and hard, frustrated by his sister's absence.

Cadance nickered back and winked around him, as her tits repeatedly swayed and smacked back into the clear surface, and her mashed titties drew circles around the steamed and soaped up door. Occasionally, he'd land a harsh smack on her bouncy ass, which made her orifices clench up.

Part of her was tempted to follow Snowy's advice, to let him finally fuck a foal into her. But she couldn't live with herself, were their child somehow ever captured by the enemy.

Her squirts were washed away by the shower water while he fiercely took her, slammed into her pussy over-and-over, his nostrils flared each time his muscled hips impacxted her buttcheeks. He cupped a hand around her chin and cheek, forced her head to crane back and meet his lips.

He sheathed himself to the testicles. Emptied his load into her core. Then, after a short breather, the married couple cleaned up, toweled down, and dressed in their underwear. Cadance sat before a dresser and looked into a mirror while she used a hairbrush to smooth down her mane.

Thunder Storm and Snowy arrived sometime later, careful to avoid the guards and maids whenever possible so questions wouldn't be raised. In particular, the 'Second Sword' wanted to evade Fiery and his men, who could use this as an excuse to potentially undermine his authority.

The married couple closed and locked the door behind them. “Can't believe we agreed to this,” said the stallion arrival, who nonetheless couldn't help but smile at how his wife had perked up.

“It's a bit of casual fun,” reminded Snowy, who played with her husband's feathers. “Not that serious!” The pleasantly curvaceous mare practically radiated after all the recent sex.

“I know. Glad you all finally broke the ice and talked me into it.” He squeezed her hand. Like usual, the arrivals were quick to also strip down to their underwear, like their host and hostess.

“I'll put on some music,” said Cadance, whose aura lifted a record to set the mood. She picked a romantic piece, dimmed the lights, and set a few candles ablaze that filled the atmosphere with sensual perfume smells. First, the couple started with a slow dance, and between songs, the husbands would swap their wives, Thunder not remotely threatened anymore by the idea.

Eventually, it moved to a spacious heart-shaped bed with pillows to match, all in an erotic shade of pink like the queen loved. Garments were tossed away, tits and cocks freed with heavy flops, extremities already stiff and when applicable moist. In the first days, Cadance had taken care to make certain neither husband or wife felt left out, so as not to arouse envy or resentment.

Now, the foursome were comfortable enough to do whatever felt natural, let their desires take over. Hands shot out, traced muscles and curves, and snouts met in passionate kisses.

But with Cadance's appetites their union was quick to escalate.

A short time later, Thunder Storm was on his back, and thrusted up into Cadance while she rode him, Shining Armor hunched over her back while his own horsecock sunk into his wife's stretched out asshole. Her buttcheeks rippled wildly while the two studs alternated, fucked her fast and hard into submission, while she absolutely screamed her heart out in bliss, the queen careful to place spells that muted sound in a radius near the door, another to warn them should anyone ignore the warnings she placed to announce she was busy with 'personal errands of utmost importance' and 'not to be interrupted under threat of imprisonment'. Not that she'd take it that far, but still...

She was bounced between the studs, her mane and tail pulled, her titties and asscheeks spanked. “Give it to me,” she hissed between clenched teeth, her eyes wild now that she could really let her appetites out. “Make me your bitch! Use me as your cumpdumpster! Fuck all your foals into me!”

The responsibilities of a queen always weighed on her heavily, the pressures she needed a valve to release, and she'd found an outlet from domination and degradation during sex. Rough and swift as possible, she commanded them to take her, ruin all her fuckholes, wreck her without mercy!

“Good bitch,” hissed her husband in her ear with another spank while he assfucked her.

In the first few days, Thunder Storm had refused to use such vulgar words on his queen, the mare all the 'Three Swords' were meant to serve and admired like a feminine ideal, almost a 'Goddess' to them. But at her insistence, his reluctance was worn down, as it was made clearer how much she savored such treatment, the queen aware that she could easily put an end to it if needed.

“You're such a slut,” also barked Thunder dominantly, while he bucked his hips to trust up into her core, past her cervix and into her uterus. Her melons swayed and slapped on his barrel chest, her erect nipples rubbed across his cut musculature. “You love this, huh?” He smacked her ass.

“Y-yes...! I'm a bad mare...! Punish me! Oh~!” She drenched the cocks buried in her another time. Paradoxically, she felt the most free whenever she surrendered control, roleplaying that she was a saucy wench here to be ravished by a pair of studs that physically overpowered a 'helpless' queen.

Snowy watched the stallions work the mare over, furiously rubbed her own wet snatch with schlicks. She smiled wide and playfully taunted her, too. “Give it to the dumb bitch! Make her scream!”

The physical and verbal abuse, combined with how their hands, mouths, and cocks worked her over, made Cadance's eyes roll into her head when she messily came anew, more bedsheets ruined when she quivered between the dominant studs that battered their submissive cumslut back-and-forth. Her plume stretched out fully, her feathers and horn also played with by the trio.

The studs emptied themselves into her. Grunted when their excess cum exploded around her holes as they treated her like their cumdumpster, as she'd demanded. Then, after they popped out of her gaped out and creamed funholes, her horn lit, the stallions blinked, and found their positions traded, as now Shining Armor thrust up into her creamed cunt, and likewise Thunder Storm impaled her slimy anus, his firm hands around her wrists to pull her arms back as they fucked her.

“Fuck! Fuck....~!” She wept tears of bliss, allowed them to use-and-abuse her, since were she ever pushed too far (which she doubted could ever happen) she could easily teleport away and recover.

Snowy went to all fours, spun, and mashed her ass an pussy into her queen's face, pressed her face and snout between her buns and waved her buttcheeks, as she forcefully slathered Cadance in her own lustful emissions, forced her to inhale the scent of her pussy and devour her loveholes.

Cadance tasted the mare, breathed in her sex, felt Snowy's twat wink around her face. She lapped at her snatch and sphincter, unable to choose which at the time, as her fellow mare shifted her ass on a whim. And all the while, the studs beat her ass raw, red hand prints on her buttcheeks.

Soon, Snowy squirted all over the queen's face, absolutely soaked and forced to close her eyes as her mascara ran further, her mane also partially drenched as warm buns were rubbed around her snout.

The stallions popped off deep inside here another time. By now, Cadance's belly was almost painfully swelled out, her obliterated fuckholes pleasantly sore. She collapsed between the brutish studs, all of them temporarily spent and swathed in sweat, her faced a fucked silly mess.

Still buried inside her, Thunder admitted, “I hope these days never end.” He kissed his queen, and his wife, who'd spun back around to face them, his hand threaded into her messy mane.

“Me too,” the other stallion admitted with a chuckle, still entombed in his wife's perfect ass, which he casually cupped and rolled the half-heart pink cheek in lazy circles.

Snowy said, “Hope you two'll have some more left for me later!”

“No need to worry about that,” said Cadance sleepily. “My potion supplies will have our studs ready to fuck for hours more! But we should probably take a break, have dinner!” The others nodded, and reluctantly withdrew from her impaled holes with loud pops, as more cum shot from her orifices.

While the foursome took a quick shower and dried off, they didn't bother to redress, and Snowy set the table with what preserved foods Cadance had on hand for the occasion. The motherly mare hummed while she worked, coyly smiled and winked at them as she intentionally bent whenever possible so that her pendulous breasts were suspended and swayed, or her thick ass was thrust in their faces, much to their visible amusement. Sometime's, they'd pinch her butt or spank it.

Cadance was tempted to invite her personal maids over and further spice this up, but she dared not take the risk word of this affair would spread, especially since they now seemed to spend most of their time with Ocellus. Another crystal mare she'd taken in, mysterious and desirable.

She couldn't confirm the stories Ocellus told her about her past, unable to find any records about her, since the crystal mare's small village had been smashed by the changelings, most of them wiped out in the attack. None of the other scattered survivors had known her. But to be fair, most of the survivors hadn't known each other either, scattered from different parts of their ruined homes.

Snowy, who'd now placed meals and more wine out before them, yelped in surprise when Shining Armor bent her over the table with a rattle of dishes. “You're such a brute~,” she teased, as he shoved his cock into her cunt with a playful smack on her ass. He was forced to restrain his movements a little, so the table wouldn't be knocked over, while he skewered the saucy mare.

Thunder Storm smirked when he felt the queen's hand stroke his shaft under the table while they chatted and ate. “S-so, after the contests are finished, we assault the hive...?”

“Mmm. We'll have to risk it. Chrysalis can't be allowed to continue building her army,” she answered, and stroked him faster, palm soaked in his precum, while Shining slapped Snowy's butt and railed her. “Fiery thinks he knows the location of a hive. We'll have to tear up the earth.”

“Hope this is a wise move,” hissed Thunder, who pulsed under her delicate touch.

“Trust the queen,” her husband said, as his hips impacted Snowy's buns. “Unf~...!” He thumbed the mare's butthole, shot more of his spunk into her depths as she dripped on him.

Thunder, too, fired off all over Cadance's hand. Her aura scooped up his cum, and she opened her lips with a lewd smile at him, casually slurped his seed down with a low moan. She did the same when her hubby pulled out, floated over his cum from Snowy's pussy and drank it down.

“That's my slutty queen~,” said Shiny with a lazy leer.

They finished up dinner, and Snowy insisted she clean up like usual. Then, the four of them returned to bed, dimmed the interior, and cuddled for a while. However, the 'Three Swords', Fiery included elsewhere, all brooded over the war ahead. They would take the fight to the enemy. Drive them out into the open and finish them off, so Chrysalis couldn't produce any more.

None of them knew if drones could be redeemed. Nor were they about to risk the chance.

Chapter 8

From the depths of her hive, Queen Chrysalis would occasionally communicate with Ocellus whenever she made her reports. They couldn't speak face-to-face, but in her changeling form Ocellus could leave a trail of complex smells she emitted, which another changeling would locate in the designated areas, then carry to her queen, who was able to interpret the smells as words.

Currently, in the slick caverns that made up her home, Chrysalis lounged naked on a throne made up from her nude male and female concubines, who prostrated themselves so she could rest her butt atop them, their queen voluptuous, with wide areola stiff in the cool air. “Mmm~.” She inhaled the scent a drone offered her, her mind flooded with a complex series of images around the Crystal Empire. “So, that whore Cadance has finally decided to make a move against me.” Greenish-tints enveloped her suppleness, cast by the fleshy walls, which appeared to subtly breathe.

She rose from her throne, waved her hips, buttocks, and breasts on her way over to one of many incubation chambers, this one where her agent's own eggs rested, trapped in small craters and surrounded by nutritious slime the female changelings could secrete. “You've done well, Ocellus. None of your spawn need be cracked today.” She traced a nail down a shell's smooth surface.

Ocellus would continued to please her queen...or her clutch would pay the price.

The 'Three Swords' would be a problem, she realized, on her way back to her 'throne room', more of a spacious cave, complete with a pool. She dived into the murky waters with a splash, feeling the cool liquids envelop her. Her palms traced her voluptuous curves with a low moan.

While the ponies rebuilt on the ashes of Sombra's defeat, he'd thinned their numbers, forced them to rely heavily on their 'Three swords', and the military branches they each controlled. Ocellus made it clear she'd become 'close' with one of them. Perhaps she could have him poisoned...

“What a bore. I must find new ways to amuse myself.” She tossed back her wet mane. After she rose from her bath, and walked the bank back to her throne, her curves dripped all the while.

“XII,” she called to one of her concubines, who were born mute, each of them numbered and replaceable. They were her bimbos and himbos, always naked, there for her pleasure alone, and also altered by her chemicals before they hatched to be servile to their queen.

XII approached her throne, bowed low, a female concubine, collared with a leash-like chain.

“Please me,” commanded Chrysalis when she sat her wide, bare butt on her throne. She rubbed her chin for a moment and decided, “Take the form of that slut queen, Cadenza Mi Amore.” There was a flash, and XII transformed into a nude likeness of Cadance. “Good. Now, eat me, slut.”

She yanked XII to her by the chain, opened up her thighs and felt a tongue longer and more prehensile than the real Cadance's sink into her tunnel and tease her inner folds. She closed her thighs around the skull of 'Cadance', cast back her head and murmured while the shape-shifter serviced her. Slurps sounded when XII drank down the saccharine nectar her queen leaked.

She humped into XII's face, felt her muscle slither across her slimy walls, licked her lust up each time she swirled, even punched past her cervix and clean her sticky womb, too. With a feral hiss, Chrysalis squirted into XII's mouth and down her throat, forced her to drink from her, watched the excess trickle from the nostrils of 'Cadance' while she dominated and humiliated her nemesis.

“Take it all bitch,” she howled as she came. “Drown in it!” She winked around XII's snout, buried deep in her snatch. Finally, after she finished her climax, she released her slave, let her breathe.

With a hum she said, “You were adequate. Now, leave me.” She waved a hand to dismiss her.

None here were her equal. She'd never accept anyone as such. Yet a part of her wished to have a suitable mate, someone smart, powerful, and brave. Someone like...Sombra. Reports always claimed he'd died in the battle for the Crystal Empire, but no one had seen a corpse. Plus, there were rumors that his phantom continued to haunt the Crystal Palace, where'd he'd met his end.

Supposedly, he'd cursed his enemies bitterly before Thunder Storm's sword found his heart.

“Heh. If only there were some way to resurrect him.” But that would require a master's proficiency in the dark arts, at least if she didn't want a braindead zombie, but not only did she lack that sort of skill, she didn't even have a body to experiment on! “Pointless speculation, beneath me.”

Instead, she concentrated on the various hives around Equestria, which she brought under heel, and united them into an unstoppable army under her control. The captured ponies would serve as incubators. Imagine the magic power changelings birthed by Cadance could produce...!

The scents exchanged between the queen and her agent affected the latter's dreams. Ocellus always had to take care when she slumbered, fearful that she'd shift back into her true form subconsciously. In her dreams, her queen heaped praise on her, and made sweet love to her.

“I chose you for a reason,” said Chrysalis, who appeared in her dreamscape stark naked.

“Y-yes. I won't fail you,” swore back Ocellus, while the 'crystal mare maid' enjoyed her sleep after a hard day's work. She appeared in her true shape amidst the dreamland, with a gossamer curtain of a mane and a tail to match which sparkled. A miasma rolled around the cool darkness.

“See that you don't, little one.” Chrysalis towered over the shorter changeling, and when they met, she pressed her much more buxom bust into the latter's small breasts, their nipples rubbed when she cupped her waist and drew her closer, into a kiss. “Tell me, how should I reward you?”

“Service to the hive is its own reward,” answered Ocellus like a mantra.

“Well said! But I doubt that will satisfy you, my pet.” Chrysalis slid her hands back over her follower's hips, traced and lifted her pert buttocks, before she let them drop with a bounce. Repeatedly, she'd seize and raise her servant's buttcheeks, let them drop and clap into place.

Soon, Chrysalis wrestled her down into the mists and darkness, making out with her, their breasts mashed and their hands all over each other. Ocellus couldn't help but moan all the while.

“You'll find I'm a selfish lover,” the queen said. “With appetites to match my station!”

“I-I don't mind,” whimpered Ocellus, as she felt digits sink into her snatch, furiously finger-banged by her queen. Schlick-schlick-schlick sounded, droplets of lust splattered from her clenched cunt each time it was invaded. She writhed and arched her back and breast, into her lover's touch.

Their nipples rubbed whenever Chrysalis worked her pussy over. “M-my queen~...!”

Ocellus didn't realize she wailed out loud, in her bed. Nor that the 'crystal maid' had cast aside her sweat-lined sheets in the dimness, her nude body on full display, while she rapidly stroked her squishy, slimy snatch, rubbed her clitoris with a thumb in circles as she wailed her excitement.

Her free hand cupped a tit, pinched it and her areola, which she also rolled and flicked. The entire time, she fantasized about every way her queen could take her, treat her like a slutty pet...

“Ocellus?” Her fellow maids, the twins, dashed into the room as they heard her muted murmurs.

Unable to make her out well in the dark, Foal-Bearer and Wet Nurse rushed to the edge of their friend's beside...only to receive an unintended faceful of squirts, which rocketed out from the mare's traced snatch, small waterfalls of her lust rained over the twin's features and tits, forced to close their eyes while they were drenched, some of it tasted in their mouths which opened in surprise. Ocellus blinked her hazy eyes open at the soaked sisters before her.

In realization of what she'd done Ocellus stammered, “S-sorry!”

It's fine,” said Foal-Bearer with a thin smile. “But I'm afraid our uniforms are ruined.”

“It's kind of our fault,” admitted Wet Nurse. “We surprised you! Well,we all surprised each other!”

Foal-Bearer said, “I swear for a moment your shadow looked different. And that you called a certain queen's name.” She kept the accusation neutral, but met Ocellus' stare, while the twins stripped out of their uniforms and bras, both stained beyond use as they reeked of pussy.

Ocellus blushed thinly. “I-I don't know what you mean?”

“I think you do,” she replied with suspicious eyes, but decided not to press it. The twins dumped their uniforms and bras into a wastebasket for dirty clothes, down to their maid headdresses, panties which crawled into their plush pastel pink buttcheeks whenever they moved, and stiletto heels.

Wet Nurse sensed the unspoken tension between them and decided to break it. “Um, were you able to 'finish up', Ocellus? Want us to help out?” Before anyone answered, she took the initiative and crawled onto the soaked bed, her massive melons suspended and swayed below her.

She spooned into Ocellus, met her lips, and Ocellus tasted herself in the kiss. Foal-Bearer, despite her mixed emotions at Ocellus with what she'd started to suspect, nonetheless felt the effect's of her sister's arousal, as their cutie marks shined, their nipples hardened, and their wet cunts winked.

Soon, the sisters slid their panties off, too. Joined in bed by Foal-Bearer, the three of them lost themselves in their latest lesbian tryst, surrendered to a pile of supple flesh as they kissed and caressed. Ocellus found herself trapped between the twins, their pliable flesh mashed into hers.

Wet Nurse's face burned when she asked, “Got any 'toys' in here?”

“Check the drawers,” said Ocellus, who'd taken care not to leave any evidence that could incriminate her. Wet Nurse spun, her lovely ass in the face of Ocellus when she rifled about the drawers, and discovered a number of sexy toys. “Oho, pretty kinky! Let's try them, sister!”

Foal-Bearer replied, “Why not?” They looked at a number of instruments, and decided on a pair of strap-ons, which they lubed up and then worked into place on them, and felt the smaller rubber dildos fill their own lower holes, crafted to stimulate their pussies and anuses, too. “Hm, not bad.”

Ocellus beamed at them. “I hoped you'd try that!” She presented herself to them, face-down and ass-up, used both hands to spread her buns and holes open to tempt them with entry.

“Dibs on the bottom,” called Wet Nurse. “Er, I mean I want to be on the bottom, her beautiful butthole's all yours, sister!” She slid under and lifted up Ocellus to help the mare mount her.

“Makes no difference to me,” admitted Foal-Bearer, who simply wanted them to all have fun. Whatever secrets Ocellus kept, she didn't think her a bad person, and positioned herself behind Ocellus, where the lubed up, strapped on dildo probed at their lover's puckered sphincter.

With a slow push, the twins penetrated Ocellus at once, who moaned continuously as they sank in, the fake shafts separated only by a thin layer of flesh between her spread orifices. Ocellus wished she could utilize her ability to shape-shift, produce a couple horsecocks and bang the absolute hell out of the sisters in return, but any doubts Foal-bearer had about her would then be realized...!

Their palms ran down the mare's body, as the twins thrust in-and-out of her. They were more tender than Fiery, kissed and caressed her, their main concern always Ocellus' enjoyment.

Ocellus submitted to the pair of them, trying to blank out her mind. “I like these two,” she realized in a bout of introspection while they pleasured her. “I don't want to hurt or betray them! B-but I'm sworn to serve my queen! And Chrysalis has my clutch! I can't let my spawn come to any harm!”

Friendship didn't exist in the hives, now that Chrysalis conquered each one. All of them existed to serve her, to sacrifice themselves for her, with the commandment that it was better for their entire race. Anyone who'd dared voice any doubts had quickly been dealt with, usually other 'Protoquens' that once ruled their own hives. Peaceful communities were now turned into shock trooper armies.

She couldn't help but become attached to the twins, and Fiery, since she continuously fed off their lust and...love? Yes, she felt their affection for her too, saccharine as it radiated from the bodies.

“I'd love to settle down here with the sisters and Fiery,” she voiced in her head. “But it's not meant to be. I have to think of my future children.” She swallowed a sniffle and closed her eyes to hide their moistness, while she continued to touch and kiss her fellow maids, who'd embraced and welcomed her into the fold like one of their own. Almost a family she'd never be allowed to have.

They stretched and spread her orifices wonderfully, the three-way kisses between them filled with affection, which only made it more painful with the realization of what she'd eventually have to do.

She came upon them, emptied her liquid lust all over the twins, her body wracked by bliss. A key component to help her produce more aphrodisiac venom, a pleasant poison that enslaved.

“I-I love you both,” she confessed, happy to cuddle between her lovers.

Chapter 9

Moonlight River's parents lived in a cave tucked away in the mountains, some distance away from the Crystal Empire. The location was known to few, since the married couple that lived there chose to be a 'neutral party' that lived a humble life, despite the riches and status Queen Cadance once tempted them with in return for their services. The bat mare stood at the mountain's foot, dressed in a Wonderbolts uniform like Midnight Blitzer and Lightning Spark, who were with her. Sure, she'd never become a Wonderbolt, but she couldn't deny how nice the costume fit, like a second-skin.

“It's so thin,” she observed, and pulled on the zipped up chest portion, thankful that while it put all their curves or muscles on display, nipples, labia, and anuses were kept obscured. “But durable! Wonder what it's made from? Must be enchanted, so it can stretch like crazy but won't rip at top speeds?”

“Yep! They're so cool!” Lightning slapped her own uniform-clad butt with a smirk. The costumes seemed to emphasize their assets, to display an idealized female, or in Midnight's case, male form.

Midnight had bulked up a tad after he'd lost his virginity, unaware he'd awakened his latent 'hyper-stallion' side. “They are pretty awesome, aren't they?” He flexed a bicep with a chuckle. “Race you to the top, sis!” In a blur, his massive plume spread and zipped him up into the air.

“You dick!” His twin shot up after him in an electric blue blur.

“Wait, you two! Do you remember what the map says? And the air's thin up there!” Moonlight cupped her hands and called after them, to no avail. With a sigh, her bat wings parted and carried her up, too. Unlike most of the Crystal Empire since Sombra's overthrow, pockets of snow still reached these mountains. Known as the 'Nocturne's Peak', it was said to be a birthplace of the thestrals.

The rumors that this place was cursed had to be horseshit. At least, she hoped so!

The Wonderbolt uniform she'd requested proved comfortable and insulated, despite the chilly air while she rose above the formations of rocks. Ice formed on some of the stones, and laced the paths, while on occasion a snowflake trailed in the low winds that howled around her. She perked her sharp ears with a watchful bat-like eye, and noted few animals made their homes here.

Without rest, their ascent lasted over an hour. She didn't want to think how long it would take on foot, or how easily one could slip down the ice-slicked paths. A maze of caves hollowed out the mountains, some of them interconnected, a perfect place for anyone to hide, were they able to survive here. She didn't visit her parents much, due to a difference in their opinions.

Finally, she touched down at a mouth-like entrance in the mountside where her friends waited. “Looks like this is the one,” she noted as she double-checked her map. “Don't tell anyone, okay?”

“Of course! I'm not a snitch,” said Lightning with a grin.

“Me either,” promised Midnight with a balled up fist over his heart. “So, do we head inside?”

“I'll take point,” offered Moonlight, who brushed aside. “My eyes are better in the dark.” It was true, bat ponies born in the darkness. The children of Luna, unlike the ponies of Celestia. She decided to take their hands and said, “Stay close.” Then, the three of them set off into the natural labyrinth.

She could hear impatient snorts and taps of her foot from Sparks sometimes, or scratches at the back of his head from Blitzer, but she refused to speed it up, aware they could end up lost or injured, were they careless. There were a number of pits carved into the caves over the centuries, sheer drop offs where they could blindly tumble into the dark, panic, and meet a terrible end.

Her parents took every precaution to make sure no one ever discovered their home.

Several minutes later Lightning whined, “How much further? You know I hate to take it slow!”

“Not far,” replied Moonlight. “And keep it down. Hear that echo? I don't want to risk a potential avalanche or cave-in. Who knows how much snow is packed up there between the rocks?”

Midnight said, “So we shouldn't talk unless we have to? Gotcha.”

A few more minutes passed, and they arrived. When they entered a more spacious cavern, where a waterfall softly trickled in the distance over a cliff, on the earth stood a simple cabin. “Home sweet home,” murmured an ambivalent Moonie to herself, who quietly rapped on the door.

Moments later, it creaked open. A bat mare with a flower in her mane peeked out. “Sweetie?”

“Yep, it's me. Friends are here, too.” She nodded at them behind her. “Can we come in?” The mother stepped back to allow them inside, past a welcome mat, even if Moonlight felt anything but welcome. Especially when she saw her father up ahead, his face drawn while he observed them.

“My name is Moonflower,” said their hostess. “I'll make you comfortable, so settle in.” She set the hearth ablaze, then hurried off to the kitchen where she started to prepare food and drink.

“My daughter's told me all about you two,” said the bat stallion. “I'm Night Blade.” He kept his toned arms crossed over his chest, and like his wife, they adorned themselves in clothes that were of a more ancient, traditional style, like the married couple were people displaced out of time.

“Good stuff I hope?” Lightning snickered, then shut up when he remained withdrawn. “Um, nice place you have here! Very cozy!” She and her brother had taken an offered seat on the couch.

“Hey,” said Midnight, who widened his emerald eyes at the weapons and armor on a wall. “That's like some of the armaments we saw at the championship! Are those replicas, or-?”

“They're real,” he answered. “Let's cut the pleasantries. Why are you here?”

“I wanted to see my parents,” replied Moonlight. “There's nothing wrong with that, is there?” She voiced it more defensively than intended, reminded how they hadn't parted on the best terms.

“You know ponies are a bad influence,” he stated sharply.

“I don't feel that way! Most of them have been very kind and supportive! Besides, they'll always be prejudiced against us if we hide away in dank caves all day! I have to shome them we're not blood-drinking monsters, but we laugh, love, and weep like anyone else!” Moonlight poured out her heart, moved to tears herself while she balled up her fists and her pent up frustrations exploded out.

She huffed as the tears rolled down her face, while the brother-and-sister rose to support her, tears wiped away by a napkin. After an awkward silence, Night Blaze relaxed his stiff posture and uncrossed his arms. The aromas of freshly baked pies filled the air, as Moonflower made her return.

“...I'm sorry,” he finally said. “I didn't mean to reopen old wounds.”

“It-it's fine,” sniffled Moonlight, who covered her face, ashamed she'd balled her eyes out in front of everyone. “All I want is for ponies to like and accept us! The war between Celestia and Luna ended thousands of years before my time! Why the hell can't Equestria move on...?”

“Bad blood,” he replied, also for the benefit of the other arrivals. “Thestrals are cursed.”

Moonie's watery eyes met his stare. “All the more reason we need to heal our reputation, not stay cooped up in a cave! You say this isn't your war, but why? Just because you came from a different time? You helped take down Sombra! We need you to deal with Chrysalis and her army, too!”

“It's always one villain or another. It never ends,” he lamented.

“So we throw up our hands and surrender like cowards? I don't believe this! This is why I left!”

“You don't understand,” he muttered darkly, and tried to blot out the memories.

“I know you were the 'Fourth Sword!' One who served Cadance!” She words tumbled out of her, and the brother-and-sister perked up in shock. “Oops! I'm-I'm sorry-”

“No, it's fine. You trust them, so it's better they know. I'll explain it all,” he decided, pulled up a stool by the hearth, and cast a shadow over the wall while the fireplace crackled. “Where to start? Thestrals were once normal ponies, too. We'd chosen to worship Luna instead of Celestia, and in return, our 'Goddess' altered us with her dark mysticism. We were altered forever, but at a cost.”

Moonflower stroked his shoulder. “My dear-”

He squeezed her hand back and continued. “We drank the blood of our enemies to empower ourselves. Not directly, like the vampires of myth, but from blood spilled into bowls. I was one of Luna's elites, with few able to match my swordsmanship. I lost track of how many I'd slain. But all for what? Luna ultimately lost, and our kind were forced to hide, or be eliminated by the victors.”

“That's terrible,” said Lightning as she tried to picture the bloodbath.

Midnight asked, “Surely Celestia wouldn't punish whoever surrendered...?”

“It was a darker, more primitive time. I can't blame Celestia. She couldn't risk an uprising from a bunch of fanatics. I would've fought her forces to my last breath, but when I retreated to protect Moonflower, pregnant with my unborn daughter, a magical explosion leveled parts of 'Nocturne's Peak' we took shelter in. My men were pulverized under tons of stone. We were the 'lucky' ones. We ended up frozen solid, like a miracle, and woke up in modern times, where Moonflower's unborn child was miraculously preserved. I never weeped harder than when she was born, and knew I couldn't continue in my old ways. For a time, I'd considered a place in the Crystal Empire-”

“-but we'd be pulled into another senseless war,” finished Moonflower for him.

“I'm listed as only a year older than you two,” said Moonlight to the twins. “But really, how do you count the years when I came from a different era? I used to wonder, is there a place for me anywhere? So I made myself a purpose. I'd mend the divide between ponies and thestrals!”

“An ambitious endeavor,” her father said. “But an admirable one!”

Moonflower looked more pensive. “About how we drank blood and were altered by the dark arts...our children were supposed to be cursed with limited lifespans. It rarely applies to thestrals these days, since the bloodlines have thinned over thousands of years as we've mixed with other races, but we worried our poor Moonie would suffer for the mistakes her ancestors made!”

“Well, I'm fine so far. Healthy and spry,” the bat mare announced. “I had the mystics in the Crystal Empire run a physical. Just in case. They couldn't find any trace of illnesses?”

“Good,” he replied. “Let's hope it stays that way. We can't afford to lose you.”

“We'll take care of her sir!” Midnight rose and saluted him.

“Yep, me too!” Lightning also shot up and offered her own clipped salute.

“I'll hold you to that.” He chuckled. “Oh, and if you plan to court her...”

“Dad~!” She blushed darkly at her parents, and decided it unwise to share all the trouble they'd partaken in. Which included how he'd messed around with them, and had her cherry popped.

Moonflower tittered and her face colored too as she beamed. “Well, at least he's cute. Go ahead, have some pie! I'm afraid there's not much to entertain yourselves with here, but we do our best!”

Around the kitchen, they could spot a number of spaced out flower beds, which blossomed even in the darkness. The botanist tended to them as a hobby. Many of the plants on display were on the cusp of extinction, preserved by her tender, constant care as she spread them around the mountain.

By contrast, Night Blade continued to polish weapons and armor he didn't use anymore. Almost like he feared they'd be pulled back into another conflict. As the 'Fourth Sword', any army would seek his services, be it by the riches they offered, or forced conscription. So he'd requested his identity and family connection be kept a secret that only Queen Cadance, her 'Three Swords', and possibly Sombra knew...with the latter thankfully executed at the last all-out war's climax.

“We've been upkeeping your bedroom,” said Moonflower with a wink. “In case you needed to crash here!”

“Good to know,” she replied, and tried not to read between the lines as her parents looked at her, like they expected she'd turn frisky with her crush under their rooftop! “But I only intended to drop in and catch up. Didn't plan to stick around, since we don't want to miss the championship.”

Lightning interjected, “But that's the same every year! Besides, our spots in the games are over-and-done with! Even took home a trophy! We can be back by midday tomorrow and not miss much!”

“I don't mind either way,” said Midnight with a shrug. “It's pretty nice here!”

Moonlight considered it. “Fine. Thanks, mom and dad.” The four of them relaxed in the living room, ate slices of pie, and drank fresh spring water that Moonflower collected from the mountaintop. They chatted about the Crystal Empire, and the events they'd witnessed.

Some time later Moonflower's keep eye peeked into one of the open packs they'd carried here. She sniffed the air. “Hmm? Is that booze?” She reached over to open the strap.

“W-wait mom...!” Yet she couldn't snatch it away in time.

“Huh, booze it is!” Moonflower pulled the bottle from the pack, the liquid a hot pink, unaware that this was from Cadance's stash and had also been spiked with aphrodisiac venom. “Bottom's up!” She uncorked it and poured drinks for them all, while her husband looked on in disapproval.

“I suppose it's a special occasion,” said Night Blade, who sipped from his glass. “Where did you find this? And how many times have you three drank before? In my time, a father had his son down this stuff to help make him a stallion. Mothers had their own rituals to help their daughters reach marehood.

“A-a few times,” confessed Moonie.

“To be fair it was to celebrate my brother's victory!” Lightning brandished the Rainbow Dash silver trophy, the lean athletic mare in her Wonderbolts costume. “As for her drink, it's from the queen's personal stash. Uh, she decided to offer us a personal reward, she was so impressed!”

Night Blade shook his head. “Well, drink up. But pace yourselves.”

“Yes sir!” Midnight took a drink, and already, they all felt a warmth in the bellies. While none of them were remotely aroused, so the effects were much slower than usual, they talked and continued to down small sips, until between the four of them the bottle was finished.

The clock chimed, to warn them of the late hour.

“About time we all turned in,” said Night Blade. “I'll help you clean up, sweetheart. The rest of you, feel free to stay up until you're ready to retire.” He helped Moonflower pick up the dishes.

In truth he'd partially decided to cut this short since he felt unusual, and worried stress had made him ill, unaware it was the venom's effects the heat continued to spread across his extremities.

His wife, too, whistled and tittered while she worked, her cheeks rosy.

After her parents disappeared to their own bedroom, Moonlight announced, “I'll show you to my room. Don't laugh.” She took them down the hall, as although the cabin wasn't too large, she was thankful her room and her parents' weren't close by...especially if anyone was a 'screamer'.

Her room proved pretty spare when she turned on a lamp. A bed, a desk, her old tools she used to construct her weapons, which her father had taken care of. Even a poster of a shirtless Shining Armor had been preserved, which made her blush as she took a side-step in an attempt to cover it.

Lightning snickered. “Well, we all know which of the 'Three Swords' you fancy!”

“It-it was a marehood crush,” she replied, and stared at her feet. “It's different now! I still do look up to him, but there's, um, only one stallion for my heart.” She evaded Midnight's eyes.

“At least it's spacious,” said Midnight at the bed. “Guess I'll have to sleep on the floor!”

“W-we can make room,” murmured Moonlight, her mind dulled with a spike of arousal, when she'd looked at the shirtless depiction of Shining Armor, and pictured an older Midnight in his place. Slowly, she started to unzip and peel off her Wonderbolt costume with a flush.

The twins more speedily unzipped and threw off their uniforms, now stark naked. Lightning bounced onto the bed with laughter while it creaked, and Midnight did the same without a care in the world, until the now denuded bat mare also slipped atop the sheets beside her friends.

The venom made them all fuzzy-brained and slutty, induced an effect similar to estrus in mares. A similar effect took Moonflower and Night Blade, as she practically tore off their clothes and tackled her husband into bed. Creaks resounded when she straddled her stallion and furiously rode him.

They made love at least once a day, around and outside the cabin to keep it fresh, but Moonflower hadn't felt this desperate since the first time they'd woken up from hibernation...or maybe the day when he'd knocked her up! She fluttered happily, each time she speared herself on his cock.

Meanwhile, Lightning crawled over and met her brother's snout. “Why don't we continue where we left off last time we properly celebrated, champion? You haven't popped my cherry~!”

“It's too risky,” lamented Moonlight, who watched the mares wet wink of her pussy, her holes on display and practically thrust in her face, which made her own moist cunt wink.

“Nonsense! Got some contraceptive potions on hand when I raided Cadance's storeroom!”

Midnight chuckled nervously, yet his cock raised and bobbed at the wanton display from his twin, and the nakedness of two fertile mares. His hyper-stallion side, now awakened, couldn't be quenched without proper sex. He returned his sister's kisses and scooted closer.

Instinct took over for the stud, and he spread Lightning's legs, before he prodded at her slit and slowly sank into her depths. She twisted with a throaty mewl, her limbs wrapped around him when he started to pound her amidst more bed creaks. Plaps filled the air with each thrust.

He appeared more masculine, more studly all the time, as his musculature expanded in subtle ways with other mare's cherry claimed. His snout closed around one of her perky tits, suckled and pulled on it while she moaned and arched her chest, then he released the saliva-soaked tit and repeated that with her other titty. She drenched the sheets, the bed now ruined with the stains.

“So much for sleep,” said Moonlight, who nonetheless lost herself in a crazed masturbation session. She pictured herself beneath the stallion. Taken, bred, and cummed inside as they climaxed.

A perverted smile stretched her snout when he reached out and played with her tits and ass while he continued to rail his sister, who she occasionally shared kisses with. Midnight would occasionally shift positions, took Lightning sideways, then on all fours, while he drove orgasm-after-orgasm from his lover. They'd never felt more alive, sublimated to the venom's unsavory effects.

Eventually, he hilted and pumped into her, his volume also increased since his hyper-stallion side awakened. She creamed herself too, marked his crotch as she released a continuous wail, her belly bloated double the size of the best feast she'd ever eaten while he packed her to the brim with cum.

The pair of them collapsed, spent and asleep in moments.

Moonlight snarled a little in annoyance, but at least she'd reached climax a couple times. “Rest well,” she whispered, curled up in the cleanest sheet she could find, and blotted out the lamp.

By this time Moonflower and Night Blade were also tuckered out, as she'd ridden him until he'd buckle, sore from how many times he'd cum. They too cuddled up in the darkness, their natural habitat. By the time the sun rose, and they ate breakfast, they'd see their guests off.

Like they intended, the three of them flew back to the Crystal Empire by noon.

Chapter 10

Games continued with each day that passed, but to the lament of the populace, the week almost reached its end. In a couple days, it would be over until next year. Queen Cadance worked her spells to blot out her activities with an illusion, where in her stand she opened another bottle of spiked wine and slowly emptied its contents over her massive melons. Thunder Storm and Snowy Blizzard, already naked like their queen, lapped at the drink, licked circles around her areola, latched into her erect nipples and pulled on her breasts in a contest to see how far they could distend her flesh.

At the same time, Shining Armor, also stripped, went down on her, the queen's thighs tenderly closed around his skull. “You're all so bold now~,” she giggled as his tongue traced her folds. “Oho, I've trained you all so well!” She rubbed her husband's mane. “How about you punish me later?”

“Always a pleasure,” said Thunder, his horsecock already rock hard in anticipation to ruin her.

Jousts were carried out by the fastest and toughest stallions, who'd run across the battlefield in the arena and meet with lances and shields. Usually a favorite of Shining's, who'd opened the first match, smashed his opponent, who'd been taken away with minor wounds to recover, then after the crowd's cheers he'd swiftly returned here to savor his wife and the married couple's attentions.

Fiery Kickstart was up. This match took place in mid-air, with another pegasus, the 'Third Sword' shirtless, with more small burn scars on his chiseled musculature. When the twins had asked him where the scars came from earlier, after they'd made love, he'd brushed their manes and told them.

“A stupid mistake,” he explained, and rubbed a burn scar on his face. “It's more like a lesson. Learned this trick I'm capable of.” He'd oiled up his blade a little, and with a flick of his wrist and a swipe, set it ablaze. Just as quickly he snuffed it out. “Torched myself. And my chest later, as I practiced and learned to consistently do it. A 'trump card' in case I'm ever in trouble.”

The twins felt their hearts swell at the intimate secrets he'd shared with them, as Wet Nurse's love for him affected Foal-Bearer too, and they asked as one, “Do you want to know our real names?”

He'd smirked and cupped their cheeks. “Maybe later.” After he married them, he decided. Snowy had moved on from him a lifetime before. He needed to somehow accept that, too.

The twins watched from their own stand and Wet Nurse blushed and clapped. “He's so dreamy~!”

“He has many admirable qualities,” seconded Foal-bearer, with her own thin flush. “I used to think he was a mere thug, but he's surprisingly tender once you break down his walls. But I wonder, where's Ocellus?” Her words were almost lost as Fiery broke his opponent's shield to cheers.

“I'm sure she'll turn up soon!” When Fiery scanned the crowd, and smiled at her with a wink, Wet Nurse dared to pull down her top and shake the bare tits she flashed at him.

“Careful! We can't afford to be seen,” warned Foal-Bearer, yet she also stood, flipped her skirt up, and pulled her panties aside so he hopefully saw an eyeful of her moist coral pink snatch.

Sweat-lined the mustard-colored stallions barrel chest, so confident in his skill and power he didn't wear armor like most competitors, however he did carry the required shield. After he was certain the crowd was focused on the next match, and he'd reached the lovely twins, he took a famished handful of Foal-Bearer's ass and Wet Nurse's titty, which he kneaded with a chuckle.

He traded kisses with both of them when he sat down. “I'm lucky to have you two.”

Ocellus observed the arena from the topmost portion of the stands, unseen by anyone. Her days of happiness here were almost over. On the last day, amidst the celebration, she'd been ordered to make her move by Chrysalis. “Spike the punch. Then we can invade,” her queen had told her.

A tear rolled down her cheek. There was still time to turn back...were she to abandon her clutch.

Midnight, Moonlight, and Lightning also sat to witness the contests with their fellow cadets. Before they'd left, an invitation to Moonlight's parents had been extended, whereupon Night Blade and Moonflower talked it over. “We'll try to make an appearance on the last day,” he'd decided.

“I have to make certain my flowers won't die out while I'm away,” explained Moonflower. “Plus, you know how rare thestrals are! Someone's very likely to make the connection between us!”

“Let them,” decided Moonlight. “I'm through with hiding who I am! Try and let anyone take me hostage! I'm proud to be the daughter of the 'Fourth Sword'!” She'd embraced her parents, hopeful that they'd keep their promise and take the risk to see her, and damn the consequences!

They'd decided not to talk about their little trysts, unsure why they acted so crazy. With the last of their drink supply exhausted, most of their inhibitions returned, although Midnight's hyper-stallion side still left the once innocent boy now a curious stud. He looked at the crystal maids in a new way, almost tempted to try his luck and hit on them, but doubted they'd date a cadet!

Unfortunately, their incestuous mishaps also made it awkward with Moonlight, who he now realized had crushed on him since they'd met. Yet he'd once seen her like a sister, too.

He hoped this too would pass. That he'd be able to properly date Moonie in the future!

As for his sister, surely she'd find a decent stallion of her own, with her Wonderbolts showmare skills? Sobered up, instead they shared a bucket of caramel-smeared popcorn.

And deep below the earth elsewhere, Queen Chrysalis made her daily visit to the clutch of Ocellus, voluptuous and nude while she dripped from her latest bath. Her shadowed face peered down on the rows of ovums. “Finish the task, Ocellus. You know well the price of treachery!”

Sunset fell on the Crystal Empire. Tomorrow would be the fated day.

Blissfully unaware, the celebrations continued, with explosions of fireworks that screamed over the vast cityscape. Queen Cadance retired to her bedchambers with husband and married couple in tow. The pair of studs pounded their mares, like their lives all depended on it, nearly until dawn.

Business finished, Night Blade and Moonflower flew hand-in-hand when they left the solitary mountaintop of 'Nocturne's Peak', the botanist satisfied her flowers could survive a day unattended. Her husband adorned his ancient armor and sword, to make an entrance.

Gray-clad in his hooded robes that hid the drake-like man's leather-skinned countenance, a figure unseen watched the Crystal Empire, his snout drawn. Grayscale Carnifex, ancient founder of the reaper order, once more bore witness to another history event. “What a shame my ability to intervene is limited,” he mused. “But I sense these peace times are nearly at their zenith!”

He chuckled darkly to himself, a custodian of order, his followers like him neutral entities that would beset battlefields like vultures and ferry the souls to their places in the afterlife.

“Times are different. Worlds fall and entire universes collapse. All I can do is stay under the radar and try to buy the survivors time!” With a wave of his hand, the air rippled, and he called survivors he rescued from another doomed planet. A hundred Valkyries, harvesters of souls.

“Be ready. But don't interfere unless a paradox occurs,” he commanded.

He was far from the only one that meddled with the multiverse. Beatrix Belladonna's blunders were trifles compared to the unseen, unknown architects of the Apocalypse that vexed him, and continued to unravel the complex tapestry that connected each universe.

At best he could block their pawns, such as the 'Cult of the Nemesis', albeit behind-the-scenes. He dared not show his hand yet, and make it known someone was aware to oppose the true masterminds. Whoever they may be. To act directly, he'd draw a beacon to himself.

Covered from neck-to-toe in armor that emphasized their physiques, the beautiful Valkyries arrived on armored steeds that sailed the starry skies, and traveled the rainbow bridge from a cosmic storm that connected planets, albeit briefly, each armed and with eyes akin to cool steel.

The last day commenced, quiet and peaceful, the calm before the storm.

Author's Note

This story will continue in a sequel, which will be far darker since it follows the fall of the Crystal Empire. Stop here if you want to imagine everyone has a happy ending.