End of an Era: The Upheaval

After word reached them, Cadance and Shining Armor paid Night Blade and Moonflower a visit, the pair of new arrivals still in the small open area cafe. “Welcome back to the Crystal Empire,” said the queen, who curtsied at them while her husband took a bow. “I hope you've been treated well? I know how ponies often act towards thestrals, so please accept my condolences on their behalf.”

“It's no trouble really,” replied Night Blade, as he and his wife rose, a fist crossed over their hearts. “Like I told Fiery, we shouldn't have landed in the middle of the city unannounced.”

“We wanted to make an entrance to mark our return to civilization,” said Moonflower with a smile.

“That's certainly one way to do it!” Shining laughed. “I'm sure you two want to see your daughter, so we already sent a servant to fetch her and her friends! She must've convinced you to come back!”

“Yes,” the bat stallion said. “But I'm not sure how long we'll be here. We promised today, but I suppose we'll see from there. I don't intend to impose, especially since I have no intention to take up arms on behalf of a country we abandoned. However, I will help protect it today.”

“Don't be so dramatic sweetheart,” said Moonflower. “Cadance, you look wonderful. Your husband, too. Tell me, will you ever have a foal of your own? We couldn't live without ours!”

The power couple pulled up seats as the four of them settled at the table, and a waiter placed down menus for them, which they idly scanned while they talked. “We've talked about it,” said Cadance.

“But we don't want to when a war could break out,” said Shining. “Especially since Cadance is no slouch herself on the battlefield! Sure, we 'Three Swords' defend her, but our swordsmanship is no match for her magic! We can't afford to have the most powerful mare in the Crystal Empire compromised should Chrysalis be set to invade! But after we win the war, then maybe?”

A short time later, their orders were made and then delivered. None of them ate much, since they needed to save their appetite for later. While they picked at their small meal, they reminisced over a shared history. In their time apart, little had changed between the four of them. The queen paid for all of them, tip included, at her insistence when the cafe refused to run a bill for their ruler.

Then, the old companions took a lazy stroll around the city, over a small crystalline bridge above crystal clear waters.Cadance stopped to leaned over it, and met her reflection. She wasn't like Celestia or Luna. They were natural alicorns...while she'd ascended to become one. A ritual that few had achieved over the millenia, despite Sombra's desperate attempts to do so when he ruled here.

Her ears perked and she turned her head with a smile. “Looks like everyone's here!”

“Almost everyone,” said Thunder Storm, his wife Snowy Blizzard at his side. “We couldn't find Fiery, but I hope he'll turn up later. Good to see you.” He nodded to the bat pony couple.

Snowy smiled at them too. “Yes! I wish I'd baked a cake to celebrate the occasion!”

“Already ahead of you,” said Moonflower. “I hope a pie will suffice instead?” She opened her satchel, the pie carefully preserved in a special container so it wouldn't break when they traveled.

Moonlight River smirked with a hand on her hip. “You know how my mom loves to bake! Um, welcome, your highness.” She took a knee awkwardly, unsure how to act in the presence of royalty, since she'd never spoken to the queen directly and stumbled over how to act.

Midnight Blitzer also lowered himself in a melodramatic, playful fashion, and when his twin sister Lightning Spark failed to do so, he kicked her foot out from under her so she was forced to kneel, too. “At your service, oh rulers of the Crystal Empire! This knight lives to serve his country!”

“Uh, me too.” Lightning Spark forced a thin smile. “I hope to be a true Wonderbolt someday!”

Cadance raised a hand to her lips to hide a soft titter. “Now, now, there's no need for that! Rise, all of you!” She smiled at the boy in particular, since she noticed he couldn't help but occasionally stare at her buxom bust, barely contained by her outfit. Not unusual, since even mares that vastly preferred stallions couldn't help but have their eyes drawn to the ample assets she flaunted.

While she strolled ahead, her breasts threatened to bounce out with each sensuous step, and likewise her hips and buttocks wobbled, barely clad in the ceremonial costume. She smirked to feel all their eyes occasionally drift to the swivel of her mostly bared buns, heart-shaped and pink, to her the color of romance and arousal. Her tail was hiked, and slowly swished back-and-forth.

The boy, in particular, was drawn to her like expected. She'd love to take him into her chambers, take him for a ride, and make him a man...but she was sure Thunder Storm would kill her! Yet she missed those more youthful, carefree days, when she'd first seduced her once nerdy husband.

She took her time to show the new arrivals around on a tour of the city. Stands were placed around the area, which sold souvenirs of the championship. Intentionally bent over while she studied the wares to offer the onlookers a show, she slowly swayed her heart-shaped butt back-and-forth. Her breasts were also suspended and swayed in the armor's cups, her areola barely concealed.

Shining Armor shot the onlookers a shit-eating grin as if to remind them he tapped that every night, a reminder of how lucky he was! “Cool, a penknife shaped like a sword! I'll take one!” He tossed some bits onto the counter with a clink and put his purchase in a pouch at his hip.

“You're still such a nerd,” teased his wife, and he pinched her pert butt in return.

Night Blade stopped at an armory nearby, where an assortment of armaments were on display, most of them replicas. He pointed to a pair of metal claws. “This is one of your pieces, isn't it?”

“Yeah,” said Moonlight with a thin blush. “Won a few small awards for it. Maybe someday I'll craft some equipment that will really knock their boots off, so I'd better practice lots more.”

“I think it's fine work,” said Moonflower, who stroked the bat mare's mane.

Shining Armor also checked out the wares. “I could use a new shield! Dented one of my backups in the contest. Can't afford to end up on the battlefield with our pants down, eh Thunder?”

“As you say,” he replied, and also took in the displays. “Fine quality. Maybe I should make a few purchases, too. Always best to have a few back ups.” He put down some bits.

While they continued to peruse the open air store, a wide shadow approached them.

“There you are,” said Thunder, who turned a blade in one hand.

Fiery nodded when he looked between his fellow 'Swords'. “Never believed we'd be reunited like this,” he murmured, his toned arms folded. But are these tools fit for military use?”

“I'm sure the dealer would stake his reputation on it,” noted Thunder.

“Girls, let's let the boys talk!” Cadance waved the mares over to follow her. Her heart fluttered to see her 'Four Swords' reunited, still hopeful the 'Fourth' would decide to stay. They stopped once more at a stand, where she treated them to some snow cones. She couldn't help but lap at it with slow, sensuous licks, as an occoasional colored droplet slattered on her bared titflesh.

The afternoon continued to pass, with the ponies still blissfully unaware.

*****

“Whew,” exhaled Beatrix Belladonna, who wiped her sweaty brow, despite how chilly the mountain had been. “Somehow, we made it! All thanks to your help, sister! Now, let's see.” Ethereal mysticism lit up her horn and palms. “Hmm, looks like some of my power's returned! But I'm still far from tip-top shape. Hopefully it'll continue to improve, the further we are from here!”

“That seems plausible,” answered Bellatrix Primadonna. “How are you, princess?”

“I-I'm okay!” Cerise Silhouette lowered her hood to let her hot pink hair flutter freely in the wind, her hands wrapped around her spear. “Thank you! I hope I didn't trouble you two too much!”

“You handled yourself well despite your inexperience,” admitted Bella. “But it will be a while before you're ready to become a full adventurer. Nonetheless, I'll show you the ropes.”

“I-I'd be honored,” said Cerise meekly to the succubus.

Bella simply nodded and stated, “We'd best move on. I hope civilization is near.” Golden eyes narrowed when she peered ahead. “It appears our benefactor has marked a path for us.”

“Hope it's not a trap,” said Beatrix, as she spotted another weapon pinned in the dirt ahead.

“Unlikely. Whoever they are, we would have been easy prey on arrival,” noted Bella. “Albeit, our unseen 'ally' may simply wish to toy with us. But we don't have much in the way of recourse.”

Cerise asked, “Can't you simply open up another portal now that we're far away, Bea?”

“Still too risky,” replied the witch while they stepped onto a trail the abandoned weapon directed them to. “I promised your parents I'd always protect you. Were the pair of portals I drew to combine, and collapse this universe...” She shuddered, aware she'd doom them all, herself included.

“Scary,” said a wide-eyed Cerise, as the road started to lead them into the woods up ahead. Since it warmed up on their trip, the three of them removed their cloaks, which Beatrix floated away and banished with a wave of her hand, to be summoned back whenever they were needed.

She also used her magic to make some adjustments to her attire, to make it closer to her usual ensemble with lots more skin shown, and at the request of her companions she did the same for them. Then, she whistled while they walked, the unicorn wand still held in one palm.

An hour later Beatrix spotted a river that cut across the forest and asked, “Want to rest?”

“I can keep up!” Cerise, nonetheless, shifted on her sore feet in her boots.

“Go ahead and take a break,” said Bellatrix. “I can keep an eye out.” With a hand wave, Beatrix banished her clothes into the ether, and her breasts and buttocks bounded out. Cerise looked around to make sure they were alone, before she and Bellatrix stripped, too.

The three of them settled into the river with a small splash. Beatrix snickered, as she and Cerise splashed each other, reminded of their last moments in Cerise's homeland before the portal she'd woven to show her as a demonstration ripped them away into an unintended adventure. Bellatrix bathed in a more subdued manner, with an occasional swish of her spade-tipped tail.

The water emphasized their curves when it dripped down their feminine slopes, the three of them shaded from the sun from the dense leaves overhead and rustled in the breeze. They rubbed their sore muscles, well-aware they needed to resume their trip before darkness settled in.

From the treetops, a number of eyes observed their movements. Even the she-devil's keen senses weren't able to pick up on the stealthy watchers, whose numbers waited to launch into action.

“On your word my queen,” said one of the witnesses, an arrow drawn back in her bow.

“Stay your hand,” ordered the queen. “I intend to discern their intentions first. They appear to be like us, displaced from their world. The question is, will they prove friend or foe...?”

*****

It hadn't proven difficult for Ocellus to taint the food and drinks around the party, eyes rarely on her since she was well-trusted, and most of the ponies here were lost in the shuffle while everyone entertained themselves. Her most potent aphrodisiac venom would be slower to act...but would sweep into an avalanche over everyone that partook of it once the effects fully kicked in.

By this point the sun threatened to dip below the horizon. The swarm would move under the cover of pitch darkness, drawn to the illumination of the Crystal Empire and its brilliant fireworks when another parade kicked off. Ocellus trembled, and tried not to think about the bloodbath to come.

“Ocellus!” The voice of the twins made the shape-shifter squeak.

“Y-yes? H-hello,” she said to the sisters, who approached her. “How have you been?”

“Just fine,” said Foal-Bearer. “We haven't seen you around much today. You must be very busy.”

Ocellus tittered with a shift of her heels. “Oh, you know me! I always like to party! What about you two? Went to see Fiery, like usual? What a shame I missed out today, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” said Foal-Bearer, with narrowed eyes. “Well, we'll always be your friend.”

“Yes,” said a pensive Wet Nurse, who shot her twin the side eye, as she felt her suspicion, despite her own faith in their shared friend. It was rare they found their emotions so divided! “Are you in some sort of trouble? You know we're always here for you! So please, don't be afraid to share!”

“It's...” Ocellus looked down at her heels. “It doesn't matter anymore. None of this will, soon.” She turned and walked around with a click of her heels to hide the tears that spilled out.

The sisters shared a concerned look, but decided it was better to leave her some space.

By now, pretty much everyone had partaken of at least a small tainted snack. The first effects kicked in. Bodies became a little heated, and brains went a tad fuzzy. The first spark of arousal induced in the revelers would slowly spiral, until it couldn't be stopped and overwhelmed the victims.

Cadance had partaken of more than most here, since everyone offered treats to the queen and she politely accepted them. By now, she felt a little tipsy, took her husband by the hand, and led him up the crystalline stairs that wound in a circle, before they climbed near the top of the palace.

From here, they could overlook their country. What they'd help build with their hard work. But the queen knew everyone played their part, and she valued her 'Three Swords' above all.

She leaned on the rail, bent over in her scanty ceremonial armor. “Shiny~,” she purred with a deep blush as her eyes smoldered. “About what Snowy said. How we should have a foal...”

“Yeah?” He looked at her quizzically, unable to help but stare at her thrust out, heart-shaped ass, which waved slowly back-and-forth. “After the war's over, huh? Hope it'll finally be over soon.”

“It shouldn't take more than a couple months,” she replied on faith. “I haven't slacked in peacetime.” She balled a fist, which radiated with ethereal wisps, before she snuffed it out. “I could probably level a hive by myself. And I'll have the 'Three Swords' and their elite soldiers under my command. The 'Fourth Sword', should he decided to aid us, would simply be a bonus! No, my point is...” She unlatched her armor clumsily, let it fall with a clank behind her, fully naked as her pendulous breasts spilled out with a bounce. “I want you inside me. Now. Put a foal in my womb, stud.”

His mouth fell open. “A-are you sure? The risks-”

“I don't care! It'll be over before I'm with a child! And should this war we're about to undertake stretch on, well, we'll find a way to deal with it! I won't put off the future because trouble's always on the horizon! Life is risk! So make love to me, like you did the first day we hooked up!”

Her words would've been more than sufficient to spur him into feral action, but the wink of her moist pussy, and how her tail waved and wafted up the scent of her musk he inhaled with flares of his nostrils left him painfully erect. With his hands and aura, he tore off his armor and uniform, then mounted his bent over wife, who squealed cheerfully when his horsecock split her tunnel.

She craned her head to meet his snout and kiss him while they rutted. Gripped onto the rail, her asscheeks were clapped and her titties smacked with each deep, fierce thrust. Oh, the scandal, were someone to see them now! But it felt so lonely up here, aside from the only one she needed.

“I want your seed,” she pleaded each time he speared her cunt. “Fuck that baby into me~!”

Grunts rose from the stud, who snarled while he worked her over in a blur of muscled hips, and he landed a harsh spank on her buttock, which rippled, marked by a red hand print. “Yes, my queen!”

He continued to land brutal smacks on her bouncy buns. Bit into her mane, and yanked on it while she moaned, let herself be reduced to a vessel that took her dominant stuck's powerful horsecock.

While he continued to overpower her with his merciless dick, the sky slowly darkened, the first portion of the moon peaked out when it started a slow ascent. What neither of them anticipated were rows of clouds, which swam into view while the sky started to dim all over.

“Hmm?” She murmured between moans. “Wasn't it supposed to be clear all day?”

“Wonderbolts must've slapped off in all the excitement,” muttered Shiny, lost to his rut-lust while he continued to playfully beat her beautiful ass while he skewered her balls deep. “Once we finish up I'll send a few of 'em to kick those clouds away! But now, I want to savor this perfect pony pussy!”

“It's all yours sweetie!” Her plume stretched back, its tips used to spread her buns wide open, and her taut asshole clenched-and-unclenched in rhythm. He used a trick she'd shown him with a smirk, lit his horn and used his ethereal, sparkly aura to fill her anus and toy with it.

Sublimated to him temporarily, all her duties and anxieties abandoned, she found herself in the ecstasy that wracked her supple flesh. She always adored her trysts with Thunder Storm and Snowy Blizzard, but time spent with her husband alone afforded an unmatched sense of intimacy.

He switched to slower, harsher strokes, his flare pierced past her cervix to invade her womb, which he impacted each time he battered her. “Really close,” he snarled, animalistic.

“Then make me heavy with your foal my stud~,” she mewled in submission.

“Hrrr! Take it all...!” His sword sheathed in her core, he fired off inside her, his hands shaky when they sank into her pert asscheeks, which were both beaten red all over. She milked him with slutty winks of her moist pussy, showered his crotch in squirts while she screamed out her bliss.

Another series of colorful fireworks exploded in the midst of their climax, which contrasted the fall of darkness and the pallid moon which glimmered over the capitol. He pumped-and-pumped into her, surprised himself at the unusual volume he produced, with help from the love and lust venom.

“S-so much...!” Her belly swelled more than usual from excess cum, like he'd heavily knocked her up, and her knees went weak, forced to squeeze the rail so she wouldn't topple over.

“Fuck! I love you so much my queen...!” He emptied his balls into her, then slumped atop her.

“Sh-Shiny?” She tittered when he snored. “Out like a foal.” She shifted her butt in an attempt to separate them, but he was still erect and his flare trapped in her cervix, so she was forced to simply wait. “Oh, well. It's always pleasant to feel the stallion I love inside me.” She pecked his cheek.

Gentle rain started to fall over the cityscape. A thin, phantasmal miasma rolled in.

*****

It hadn't taken much to convince Queen Chrysalis, when the 'Cult of the Nemesis' returned to her hive. Especially when the three mares dropped their clothes, and offered their nubile bodies to her.

She licked her chops.Pounced on Trixie Lulamoon, Lavender Lace, Fuchsia Blush. They rolled into a sea of nude, feminine flesh, while the queen wrapped her snout around each tit presented to her, then sucked hard while she pulled on them. Her hands also fondled their tender curves.

With her permission they'd enacted their own plan, as the cultists would help support the invasion of the changelings, with those in charge of the Crystal Empire already compromised by the aphrodisiac venom. Yet the cultists promised they could make it even more effective!

“You'd better not disappoint me! I'm not known for my paitence!” The shape-shifter scissored Trixie into the slimy cave floor, while Lavender and Fuchsia did the same amidst wet schlicks.

Trixie cried out, “Wait and see...! What are the limitations of your shape-shifting?”

“Not that many,” mused Chrysalis while their moist pussies squished in a blur. “I can't malform my size too much, so don't expect me to turn into a giant or a little squishy bug! But I can take on the guise of most races in Equestria, change my sex at will, even malform portions of my body! But like you once said before, maybe a demonstration would be better...!” Flesh about her crotch stretched.

Her slick cunt 'birthed' a monstrous pair of cocks, a spined pair of bitch-tamers which she forced into Trixie's lower holes. The mare whimpered when her fucktunnels were stretched incredibly wide, while Chrysalis seized the witch's ankles, lifted her shapely butt off the floor, and fucked her deep and hard with fury. “How do you like that, you silly slut? Think you can handle me now?”

“N-not bad! But the Great and Powerful Trixie can handle whatever comes her way!”

“Us two,” came the united cries of Lavender and Fuchsia.

“Good. Because you wenches are next!” By the time it was over, she'd cum into all their stretched out orifices, Chrysalis able to breed her harem for hours without pause. Gaped holes sluiced with her seed, their bellies heavy, but Trixie had informed her they couldn't be knocked up.

“Our wombs are already full of life,” explained Fuchsia, who rubbed her cum-bloated belly.

Chrysalis continued to pound her cunt and demanded, “By who? Your master? Where are they?”

“Perhaps you'll meet them eventually,” teased Lavender with a mild snicker.

“But I've talked it over with our masters,” said Trixie. “And they've decided we're yours to use as you see fit! A small token of our alliance. Our numbers will aid in your invasion!”

Whatever her doubts about their intentions, Chrysalis decided she could indeed use them. With all the hives under her control, the masses of drones she'd accumulated surely outnumbered this cult!

Besides, it took time and lots out of her to birth her own clutches. Better to let these freaks die on her behalf whenever possible. She hammered Fuchsia's fuckholes to completion, popped out of her pussy and asshole, then slimed her, Lavender, and Trxie into a bunch of hot, sticky messes.

She emptied more volume than it appeared even her tall, voluptuous body could possibly contain, a queen able to breed her entire hive, were it necessary. The queen all but drowned them in her spunk, and watched them swish and recline in the dense, voluminous puddles of her cum.

“You three will do,” she decided with a sharp huff. “Tell me the rest of your plan. My army is already on the march, so we haven't much time. I'll decide if any recommended alterations have merit!”

*****

Returning to the party downstairs, evening started to bleed into night. Another celebratory parade would divide the mobs that flocked around streets littered in flower petals. Cadance knew she'd be expected to make a public appearance, and so would her 'Three Swords'. She downed another drink to prepare herself, as her cheeks and belly burned, before she turned to the 'Fourth Sword'.

“You don't need to ask,” replied the bat stallion. “I'll also be there to support you.”

“I'd also like to attend,” said Moonflower, who reached into her purse and brandished the delicate flowers of her namesake, which bloomed in and illuminated the darkness. “I'd like to show these off! Especially since some ponies believe they're already extinct! But I've preserved them!”

Night Blade chuckled and touched his wife's shoulder. “We found a few around 'Nocturne's Peak'. Hopefully, they'll also be able to appreciate authentic armor from ancient times.”

Thunder Storm lent his shoulder for support. “You seem a little shaky, my queen.”

“Don't worry about me. I know how to hold my liquor.” Yet for whatever reason, her stock seemed to have an unusual kick to it today, Cadance unaware Ocellus tampered with all of it and carefully corked back the bottles so none would be the wiser. “You kids can come, too!”

Midnight and Lightning raised their arms and cheered, while Moonlight offered a more subdued smile, thankful for the queen's generosity. “Remember to behave,” chided Snowy Blizzard, who nevertheless warmed over too. “Fiery, I have a present for you! A souvenir from the fair.”

He smiled and accepted the pin she handed him, shaped like a flame. “Thank you. I'll cherish it.”

“Got one of my own,” said Shining Armor, who'd pinned his, in the shape of a sword, to his uniform. “Now me and the boys kinda match! Let's finish up before we head out, eh?”

Unfortunately, a mild drizzle had started to sweep the streets outside the Crystal Palace. Wonderbolts sailed into action and attempted to kick the black clouds away that swarmed the moon, but quick as they were dispersed, they reformed and continued to weep over the capitol.

Cadance's heart fell. “Looks like we may have to cancel the parade-”

“No! I won't let that happen, sweetie!” Shining Armor took a bold strut forward, lit up his unicorn horn, and activated his shield. Unlike his sister, he only knew a couple of basic spells all unicorns did, telekinesis and a basic defensive blast. But the rest of his practice he'd poured into his shield, aware he'd never be able to match his sister's mystic prowess, which was one of the reasons he'd taken up the sword early. An expansive, bubble-like barrier formed over the Crystal Empire.

Rain droplets bounced off the shield. He concentrated, opening small holes in it momentarily to allow the Wonderbolts outside to pass into the otherwise nearly impenetrable blockade.

“But Shiny,” said his wife. “You can't move about while you work that spell!”

Grunts escaped him as a sweatdrop rolled down his brow. “So you'll have to carry me, okay? Don't worry about it! Let's hit the parade!” The floats start to move down the rain-slicked roads. His wife used her aura to lift him up onto one shaped like a miniature Crystal Palace, complete with ramparts, where the other 'Swords' perched, their wives scooped up bridal-style and carried there.

Fiery stood next to the kids, his bare arms folded. “There sure are a lot of stars out tonight.”

Thunder Storm perked an ear when he heard him. “You're usually not the sentimental type. You almost look wistful, my friend. Are the rumors that you've found a mare true?”

The mustard stallion dipped his head with a wry smile. “Two of 'em. I'll marry them soon.”

Snowy's eyes widened. “Two? I wonder who the lucky mares are?” Ponies sometimes formed herds, usually a stallion with two mares, since that had never been outlawed. “Have we met them?”

“Oh yes. Well, maybe not formally. I'll introduce you soon.” Like the others, he waved at the crowds they passed. Like the rest of them, his head swam a little, but he shook it off.

Thunder asked, “How long can you keep that shield up?”

“At least an hour,” replied Shining, who'd settled down onto a crystal throne alongside his wife while the float rolled down. “Who knows? Maybe I'll beat my record tonight!” He laughed.

“Don't push yourself,” said Cadance sympathetically. “I need you healthy and fit for later!”

“You know it,” he winked with a small leer. As her bare hip brushed into his more muscled side.

What they didn't know was that once the rainstorm hit, the changelings used the cover of the storm, darkness, and noise to move in, the Crystal Empire surrounded on all sides when the pony-insect hybrids ripped their way up through the earth. Garbed in armor and with weapons in hand, they moved to intercept the first signs of resistance, the guards outside the walls swiftly dispatched.

Nor were they alone, with the 'Cult of the Nemesis' prepared to back their invasion.

“Not yet,” a commander said. “We stick to stealth from here on until we're certain Ocellus did her part. Take your places,” he ordered the lesser drones, who'd enter unarmed and in disguise, where on the signal their numbers would spontaneously transform into their changelings shapes and cause panic in the civilians, Chrysalis well-aware the soldiers wouldn't be able to protect them all.

It would be a bloodbath. So many ponies, massacred in the blink of an eye. Chrysalis ordered them to butcher any stallions or foals they came across, and the mares to be taken for their incubators.

The mists released by the cultists continued to wrap around the cityscape, a subtle shade of pink. On its own, the effect would be minimal, but it quickened the effect of the aphrodisiac venom. Cadance touched her breast, felt the staccato thump of her heart while she heated up.

Her husband asked, “You okay honeybun?”

“I-I've never felt better!” She shot up with a crooked smile, almost stumbled over on her way to the tip of the float. Then, with a lewd titter, she undid the latches to her ceremonial armor, and allowed her armor to fall away, the entirety of her voluptuous, naked flesh expose to all of her people.

Thunder Storm cried, “My queen? Have you lost your mind?” Yet while he hadn't eaten or drank half as much as her, he nonetheless also felt the effects stir him when he witnessed her denuded.

“Let it all out~,” a hazy-eyed Cadance answered dreamily, like she was under a spell.

“Y-yes!” Inspired by her queen's bold display, Snowy Blizzard also started to strip.

“What a party,” said Shining Armor, who struggled to maintain his concentration on the shield, which flickered out at random, and allowed some of the changelings to pour in. All sense lost to him, as a number of the crowds also looked like zombies in a trance, he unzipped his pants, whipped out his dark horsecock, and started to stroke it madly, its flared tip wet with precum.

“What is this,” hissed Fiery, more level-headed than most since he hadn't eaten much and drank even less to maintain discipline, yet he too felt his unmentionables swell at the nude mares.

“Shouldn't have eaten so much,” muttered Night Blade, also far from immune to the venom. He held his wife, who slumped into him, and his hands sank into Moonflower's breasts.

She murmured softly, her clothes drenched by the drizzle that hit the float, her areola visible under her thin, now transparent dress. “P-please...don't tease me. Tear my shift off, my love.”

His firm arms worked by instinct, her dress ripped and her breasts bared with a bounce. He continued to expand the tear, until he tore the dress and her panties off, too. Her bottom mashed into his crotch, to feel a hard on contained by his pants press between her bare buns.

The cadets didn't fair any better, especially since they couldn't hold their liquor as well. Midnight, Lightning, and Moonlight traded a few kisses, while their hands searched out to touch each other. Soon, their clothes started to come away, like everyone else's, those in the crowds included.

“Good thing no children are in this wing of the district,” sneered Fiery, who'd drawn his blade. “They don't need to see the more adult side of our entertainment! But who the hell's behind this? We're the Queen's 'Swords'! Snap out of it!” He backhanded Thunder to snap him to awareness.

“Wait your turn~,” tittered Snowy in a slutty manner, much like how she carried herself now.

“Yes,” said Thunder, who squeezed his wife's ass. “You always wanted her, huh? Well, this is a special occasion, so I'll share.” The venom perverted his mind, all his inhibitions eroded inch-by-inch.

“You've all lost your minds,” snapped Fiery, who flew up and attempted to escape the madness below, in a beat of his outstretched plume, sword in hand while his eyes darted about at the cityscape. Had they been so carefree and careless, to let the enemy infiltrate their homeland?

The worst part was when he couldn't see his target! He could strike them down, torch them with a flame-wreathed sword in retaliation for this insult, were he simply able to find them...!

Worse, he saw stallions and mares start to rut in the open, and they didn't appear to be picky about their partners. Groups of revelers and even a number of soldiers ripped off clothes or uniforms, and rutted out in the open like wild animals, full of feral passion while they were lost to rut-lust.

To no avail he bellowed, “Wake up!”

Convinced he could do little here, he raced off to find his own men, who he'd forbidden to drink.

On the float, Cadance strutted over to a crystalline rampart with a sway of hips and a bounce of her breasts and buttocks, a leer on her snout. “Middy~,” she called with half-lidded eyes to the fluffy, blue-furred hyper-stallion. “That's what your friends call you, don't they? I think you should take this chance to know your queen better! Especially with all those saucy looks you shot me earlier~!”

He swallowed hard, his expansive plume fully stretched out in anticipation. “M-me...?” His closest friend and his sister, who'd made out with him as clothes were discarded, parted from him.

Gently, the voluptuous mare pushed him down onto his back while she crawled atop him, and her pendulous breasts swayed above his face. “You've bulked up since I last saw you~! But you're still a boy. Yet I can't deny how much you've kept packed down below!” Her nail traced up his hard on, which had also expanded impressively, and she traced a vein and teased out more precum.

He shuddered as her wet pussylips teased his flare, as it parted her pink slimy entrance a bit, and threatened penetration while she waved her hips and helped his tip probe at her sacred hole. “I-I've worked real hard, to become a proper stud, uh, I mean soldier! I want to service, er, serve you, queen!” His emerald eyes rolled into his head and he almost lost it on the spot when she slid down.

Inch-by-inch, his horsecock was fed into her perfect pussy, which enveloped him in its moist warmth. His snout, too, found it pressed between her melons which she mashed into his face. Her heart-shaped ass started to bounce when she mounted him fully, a lust-crazed expression on a face that was afire, hearts in her eyes. “Fuck me well, hyper-stud, and I'll make you my 'Fifth Sword'!”

“F-fuck!” He played with her bouncy titties, rubbed his thumbs in circles around her areola while she clamped down on him with each wanton wink, and strained to hold back his massive load, determined to win her over, to please his queen and achieve the vaunted title of 'Fifth Sword'!”

“Yes! Sheathe your sword inside me! I sensed it the moment you came back from 'Nocturne's Peak'! You're an awakened hyper-stallion, aren't you? That means your semen is so viriel, so potent, it may even be able to override my husband's! Go ahead, then! Try to knock this bitch up!” She slammed her ass down on him faster-and-faster, marshmallow soft and pliable.

Her hands formed a heart over her belly, and her horn shined, as she cast a womb-shaped tattoo over it, and made her belly transparent with one of her sex-oriented spells, so that they could watch his cock piston in-and-out, past her carved wide open cervix and into her uterus, which he impacted while she slammed her ass and puss down on him. “Yes! I want to see your seed emptied into me, hyper-stud!” He thrust up to meet her, determined to override her husband's cum with his own! She leaked down onto his crotch, stained his blue fur and balls with her shameless lust.

A deep voice asked, “Need a hand, son?” Thunder Storm approached his queen from behind, pushed her forward so she was forced to bend over, and his palms sunk into her pert pink buns and spread them wide open, her delicious puckered asshole on display. His tip probed it for a moment, rubbed circles around her warm rectum, before he snarled and drove in balls deep into her.

“You're such a brute when worked up! Ah~!” She moaned like a bitch in heat when he spanked her.

“Settle in bitch,” he hissed, as only a thin layer of flesh separated his horsecock from his son's own, as they practically rubbed while they carved her fuckholes wide open. They fucked her in a rhythm, as when one withdrew so that only their tip remained buried in their bitch's funhole, the other slammed balls depp back into her, spattered by her lustful nectar while she mewled in submission.

“D-dad,” whimpered the hyper-stud, who strained to hold back his load.

“I'll teach you how to tame a bitch,” said his father with snorts and flared nostrils while their cocks hammered in-and-out in a blur, smack of supple flesh, and wet squelches. “Just like how I fucked your mother so hard, I won her heart!” He delivered another harsh smack to his bitch's ass.

Middy closed his eyes and yelled, “C-can't hold on anymore...! Take it all, my queen!”

“That's my boy! Don't show her any mercy!” He let himself surrender to his own release so they could fill her at the same time, and with a last, brutish thrust, buried themselves balls deep in her breedable holes at the same time amidst a wobble of her heart-shaped ass. Shot-after-shot rocketed into her slick depths, and Cadance screamed her pleasure as they saw cum shoot into her womb.

All traces of the heroic knight were subsumed by raw animal lust, a need to conquer and dominate that Thunder Storm usually kept in check abandoned as he unloaded up his bitch's ass. It was a chance to bond with his son, to share a secret he'd kept hidden from him, that the hyper-stallion potential rain in the male bloodline, yet in peaceful times was insanely rare to ever manifest.

Cadance winked like crazy, her lower holes drawn so taut they were almost painful around the dicks that split them as she howled like a whore and squirted all over them. Her brain melted with bliss, as she slumped forward and swooned between the studs, and excess cum leaked around their buried shafts. Around them, similar scenarios played out, everyone enslaved by their basest lusts.

Fiery zipped across the starry skies, under the beat of raindrops that bounced off his armor, fur, and skin, his brandished sword still in hand in case he crossed any of their enemies. Whatever insanity had overtaken the Crystal Empire, it appeared to have spread everywhere in the capital.

He spotted a number of his men, and exhaled to see that most of them maintained a sense of self-awareness, albeit they stumbled a little, their brains fuzzy from the miasma they'd breathed in. “Sir!” One of them snapped to attention and saluted them. “We've taken the children to shelter!”

“The mist knocked them out, sir, but otherwise they appear unaffected,” added another troop.

“Good work.” He patted them on their shoulders. “I warned the other 'Swords' to keep a cool head, in case someone pulled a stunt like this! I expected better from Thunder Storm in particular. Never mind. Protect the children with our lives, and attempt to maintain the peace. And keep an eye out for anyone suspicious! No doubt the enemy is nearby, ready to launch a surprise attack!”

He continued to seek out more of his personal army, and discovered a few had joined in on the sea of bodies outside that rutted in the rain, but most of them had obeyed his orders and kept a clear head. True heroes, he decided, ready to sacrifice personal pleasure for the needs of their nation.

Yet his numbers weren't sufficient. Were an army already here, they'd be overrun quickly.

It would be so easy, to throw down his sword, surrender to the madness, and take the chance to make love with Snowy Blizzard, like he'd always dreamed. But she wasn't herself, and he'd never take advantage of her like that, no matter how she tried to tempt him. Especially when he now had his loves, the twins. “Foal-Bearer. Wet Nurse. Where are you?” His heart raced as he searched for them.

He landed before the Crystal Palace, and his boots thumped when he dashed inside.

Behind the 'Third sword' came the flashes from transformations, followed by pitiful screams...