End of an Era: The Upheaval

Inside the Crystal Palace, wherever Fiery Kickstart looked, ponies fucked without a shred of inhibition left. Crystal maid mares were lifted up and hammered into walls, bent over tables and ruthlessly railed, slammed into the reflective floors or topped soldiers and other stallions in attendance to the party. His eyes darted about, but he saw no trace of Foal-Bearer or Wet Nurse.

He marched further in, his hand with a burn scar still clutched around his sword's hilt. Some eyes turned to a new arrival, beckoned at him, but he ignored their feeble attempts to seduce him. Finally, he stopped when he spotted his beloved twins, stripped naked and on their knees, surrounded by stallions which they stroked off with both their hands and sucked on horsecocks presented to them, and all the while their pastel pink tails were hiked, and bared wet pussies winked spatters of their lust which puddled beneath their soaked knees. Suckles and moans filled the air.

“Get away from them,” he shouted, and brandished his blade with a plume of deep red flame.

The spell momentarily shattered, stallion eyes widened in terror and they broke apart in a run, as their dicks cartoonishly bobbed all the while. “S-sir?” The sisters, strill half under a trance, crawled towards him, and their suspended breasts swayed and knocked with a fleshy clap on their way to him.

“Stop that,” he pleaded, when they started to unzip his pants. His cock betrayed him, already half-erect, when it flopped out and smacked Wet Nurse across her rosy face, marked it in precum when his flare smeared it across her lovely features, and her buxom breasts heaved with need.

“We need you,” said Foal-Bearer, as the sister's cutie marks shimmered in resonance. They wrapped their lips around his shaft, met in a sloppy kiss about his erect meat, as they lapped at his tool. Grunts rose as he cast his head back, and a small explosion of precum rained all over their faces.

“D-don't.” He pleaded with them, but couldn't draw away, spellbound by his lovers.

Wet Nurse had taken him into her mouth, bobbed her head and took him to the hilt, while Foal-Bearer suckled on his balls, and their eyes met his own and smoldered with all their lewd passion. He shuddered, unable to last with the small amount of aphrodisiac venom in him and the mists.

All the shameless sex and the musk of so many pussies he'd inhaled on the way hadn't helped.

With a snarl, he throbbed and unloaded, masked the face and tits of his lovers with a shower of cum when they pulled back and continued to stroke him. His loads mixed with others from various stallions that had already cummed all over them, runny and sticky in their coral pink contours.

All his instincts screamed at him to pin them down and fuck them absolutely senseless!

He balled a free fist, barely able to maintain discipline and restrain himself. Like always, they wore his cum so well, licked at it and slurped it with a shared, sloppy cum-kiss, their semen-soaked breasts mashed in the process as they held hands and pleased the stallion they adored.

“I...there's stuff I have to take care of. But I won't abandon you,” he swore, as he zipped his pants. Distracted, he failed to sense someone approach him from behind, as a spire pricked his neck.

“S-sorry! I have no choice,” cried Ocellus, who'd stabbed him.

With a furious snarl, he spun on his heel, sword suddenly ablaze, as it arced to carve off his assailant's head. Ocellus, who'd tried to run, squealed as the blade raced at her throat.

“Don't kill her,” pleaded the twins in unison, who seized at his legs and pressed into him. He barely stopped his attack in time, and Ocellus broke into a clumsy run, as he momentarily saw her shadow cast its true nature in the form of an insect-shaped silhouette on a wall. He snuffed his flame.

At least now he knew one of those responsible for this menace. He'd never slay her when the soft-hearted twins were around. But once he tracked Ocellus down, and found her alone, she'd taste his blade! As would all enemies of his country! With no time to waste, he hurried to find more of his men. They'd continued to find those less affected, and could hopefully mount a resistance...

*****

Changelings that infiltrated started to transmute into their true shapes, which made ponies scream and break into a panic. Lost to his lust, Shining Armor's control over his shield finally broke completely, and a downpour wept over the cityscape while more of the enemy army poured in, aided by the cultists, who wielded wands fashioned from unicorn horns and launched arcane blasts.

The stallions were to be slaughtered, since while they too could be 'impregnated' by a drone that implanted eggs in them, most would expire on the first delivered, and weren't considered worth the effort. Mares, however, had wombs that would produce at least a clutch of a dozen drones, minimum, thus they were very valuable, and were ordered not to be harmed under any circumstance. Thus, the crowds were scattered and herded, so the females could be captured.

Some of the swarm descended on the mares here, and forcibly mated with them. However, the bedlam that ensued snapped most of those present back to awareness, those on the float included. Cadance steeled herself as she summoned back her ceremonial armor. “Husband, the shield!”

“On it!” Shining Armor reactivated the barrier to block more of the invaders, who bounced harmlessly off the shield. “It's...hard to concentrate in this atmosphere! To keep it up I'll have to keep my ass sat down on this throne, so all of you will have to protect me!”

“Understood,” answered Thunder Storm, as they clumsily threw back on clothes and armor. “You too, kids! Protect him and the civilians! Snowy, Moonflower, behind us! Night Blade, are you with us?” The bat stallion, who'd readied his ancient sword, nodded and flew to support them.

Weapons clashed, as the soldiers under the 'Swords' rallied to assist them. Flashes of the arcane lit the air with an ethereal sizzle. Already, the streets were littered with the wounded and a few dead, blood mixed into the flower petals.

Supported by her 'Swords' that weren't otherwise occupied or absent, Queen Cadance lead from the front, and unleashed the full force of her magic on the attackers. “How dare you invade my country! Threaten my people! You will regret this insult!” Blasts a raw, ethereal power erupted from her horn and raised palms, dozens of drones and cultists hurled about with ease.

They made a stand around the float, as Thunder Storm and Night Blade worked in tandem with the soldiers, and lopped the heads and limbs from their enemies, ran their blades into their hearts, whatever it took to dispatch them quickly. The old comrades shared a dim smile.

“To think we'd be reunited like this,” said Night Blade, as his bat wings beat in the sky, his blade stained in blood. Every time he dived into battle, another fell to his skillful swordplay.

“I too wish it was under better circumstances,” replied Thunder Storm as he also downed their foes, and tried not to look at citizens slain by their enemies or trampled in the chaos. He called to the troopers, “Protect the mares above all! You know what will happen to them, taken alive...!”

“Yes sir!” The stallions snapped to obey, reminded their own lovers were at stake!

“This is our chance to prove ourselves,” called Lightning to her twin brother and their friend. In a blur, she darted to a smashed stand that displayed equipment, and took up a spear. “Come on!”

“Good call!” Midnight picked up a lance of his own. “What about you, Moonie?”

“Got some of my own weapons here,” said Moonlight, who strapped on the claws she'd made, and laced them with a mild poison she'd also synthesized, which poured from a tiny vial onto the blades. “Don't rush in, okay? Our priority is to save as many civilians as we can! Glory can wait!”

“Yeah, yeah,” whined the electric blue mare, who nonetheless fell into line. Thankfully, most of their memories of what they'd recently done while drunk on venom were a messy blur.

However, Midnight Blitzer felt more powerful, more studly than ever, after he'd had the honor to fuck the queen! He felt like a one-many army, ready to take on the entire world...!

From the palace, more reinforcements arrived in a stampede of boots.

Fiery flew at the head of them, his sword ablaze like a vengeful angel when he rallied his followers and shouted, “We're with you! Let's show these bastards why we're known as the 'Four Swords'!” He torched the drones and cultists, weaved to evade their counter-attacks and beams launched from the unicorn horns. In a matter of minutes, the tide soon turned in their favor.

Cadance continued to marshal her forces. As an alicorn, she'd mastered numerous spells, and while her prowess couldn't quite match Celestia or Luna, she was nonetheless considered the third most powerful pony in existence, even if she reasoned Twilight Sparkle, Starlight Glimmer, and Sunset Shimmer would eventually surpass her. What a force of nature she could be, were she not more concerned with love and peace, and had she instead focused on the mystic arts of destruction...!

Unfortunately, she knew her husband couldn't channel his shield forever. More waves of reinforcements waited around the Crystal Empire, ready to flood in at the first opportunity.

*****

Magical explosions flashed in the night skies, visible from the distance. Beatrix Belladonna, with her companions Cerise Silhouette and Bellatrix Primadonna, were deep into the forest. They walked the trail, which weaved about a maze of trees, and each trunk cast the trio in thick shadows. A low wind howled, and rustled the leaves, which drifted down and cluttered the natural road ahead.

“This place is spooky,” whispered Cerise.

Bellatrix smiled thinly. “Too much for you, princess?”

“Not at all! I'll become a worthy adventurer, too!” She took on a more confident posture, a spear in her hands. “I-I'm the daughter of Sombra and Inky Rose! I won't run from my fears!”

“That's the spirit,” replied Bella, who'd come to respect her more, after their recent troubles.

Cerise turned to the witch and asked, “What about you, Bea? You're unusually quiet today?”

“Just...lost in my own head. You know me!” Beatrix forced a nervous titter. She'd shown off her portal portals as a demonstration while the three of them bathed, ended up sucked into her own rift, and put the princess, who was like a niece to her, at risk. The one upside was that Bellatrix had been forced to come, as her 'sister' was a powerhouse anyone would be a fool to oppose!

“I do know you,” said Cerise with concern, as she held her friend's hand. “You're kind of like the cool, sexy aunt I never had! Without you, I probably wouldn't be alive today!”

“...your world wouldn't have been devastated either,” whispered Beatrix, her head bowed.

“No one blames you for that! At least, I know I don't.” She hugged the witch, the princess reminded that due to Chrysalis, who'd slain her pregnant mother, she'd been cut from her belly, born prematurely and almost ended up stillborn. Inky Rose, friend of her mom's, had raised her like her own. Her father, Sombra, had eventually become a hero, unlike the villain he died in most worlds. He'd also fathered her pair of half-brothers, who she wished were here to support them.

Bellatrix curled her lip with a twitch of her tail, and her narrowed, keen eyes picked up a subtle movement in the treetops. “Show yourselves,” she hissed, and flicked her crimson knife into hand.

An arrow sailed at her feet, embedded into the dirt with a thud, where it shook. A warning shot, the she-devil realized, as she picked up dozens of drawn bows ready to launch more missiles all around them. She noted that their shadowy silhouettes were all feminine. One appeared to be much taller than the rest, almost a titan, as she towered even over Bella. Another was...a centaur?

“Don't move,” the centaur warned harshly. “I have an arrow trained on your heart, demon!”

“Hold,” commanded the tall one, who spread her plume. “This is no way to open negotiations.” She leaped from her tree, and sailed down, to reveal a crystal mare alicorn, voluptuous and yet toned with muscle, and her outfit ended in a loin cloth that draped to her ankles. Unlike the rest of her followers, who also hopped from the trees to box them in, she appeared unarmed. “We mean no harm. You've trespassed into our territory, but I take it you were unaware of that, miss...?”

“Bellatrix Primadonna” she answered curtly, her blade lowered. “And you are...?”

Beatrix's eyes shot wide open. “Zafire Heart? I've run into them before! You remember me, yes? From the paradise planet?”

Zafire shook her head slowly. “I'm afraid not. I'm the queen of the Amazons.” She nodded around her. “This is Chezka Windhooves, one of my top lieutenants.” She tilted in her head at the centaur, with her wild white hair done up in a ponytail, her human torso and horse portions both covered in armor. Most curiously, she had a human face like Bellatrix. “You're not natives of this world, are you? Neither is Chezka. Or most of the Amazons I've collected in this version of Equestria.”

Chezka's fierce expression softened. “You're outsiders, like us.”

“Y-yes,” said Cerise respectfully, who attempted to recall her lessons as an ambassador the princess undertook. She bowed respectfully, and placed a hand over her heart. “Queen Zafire Heart, I hope we didn't offend you. My name is Cerise Silhouette, a princess in my own Equestria. These are my close allies, Beatrix Belladonna and Bellatrix Primadonna. We ended up trapped here.”

“It's difficult to explain,” added Bellatrix.

Zafira shook her head. “Actually, we've encountered some pretty bizarre phenomenon.”

Another of the Amazons walked forward, this on a lithe fawn, also with a human's face and torso, but with spotted deer fur lower down that ended in hooves. Sharply cut black hair came to her shoulders, and a small horn sat on her forehead. “We've all escaped worlds that may have been doomed. I'm Panna Fauna, by the way. I can treat you, if any of you are wounded?”

“Not so much as a scratch,” said Bellatrix suspiciously.

Beatrix said, “Wow! Never expected I'd meet an old friend here, Zafira! Unless you're not her?”

“There's only one Zafire Heart so far as I know,” explained the Amazon Queen. “Of course, I know little about the multiverse, and most of my knowledge comes from my family's ancient research into the theory. So it's always possible that we've somehow met 'out of order', so to speak?”

“Huh. But that's never happened before,” said Beatrix. “My portals have this limitation on them so I don't scramble other timelines and cause all kinds of paradoxes! But my portal did misfire...!”

Panna flicked one of her sharp ears. “Portals? I take it you can create rifts into other worlds?”

“I wouldn't have believed it, were it not for all the evidence I've seen that it's possible,” noted Chezka with a nod, her own ears also sharp as they twitched. “Question is, what now?”

Cerise said, “We were headed to civilization! But up ahead, it looks like-”

“War,” finished Chezka. “Wherever I've ended up, it's the same. It's in the blood of all sapient life.”

Panna asked her friend, “What about more docile creatures, like certain herbivores?”

“Docile prey. Many are on the brink of extinction, unable to defend themselves.” Chezka snorted and drew one of her hooves in the dirt. “The circle of life is cruel. The Gods mock us.”

“It's simply nature,” said a forlorn Panna. “Like how my brother disappeared...”

Zafire declared, “You three have a choice. Our Amazons were already headed to the Crystal Empire to support the ponies. Stay behind in the forest, and we can provide food, shelter, and security. Or you can aid us in battle. I take it you are warriors? The she-demon in particular looks powerful!”

“I am,” reassured Bellatrix. “As for our decision, that depends on Beatrix. Well, sister?”

“I...will help out,” decided Beatrix. “In return, can the Amazons look after Cerise?”

“What? I don't want to be left behind! Give me a chance to prove myself,” pleaded the princess.

“You're still an amateur,” chided Bella. “In the thick of battle you'll be torn apart-”

“I'm not a child! And we're wasting time here that could be used to save lives! So like it or not, I'm with you, too!” Her mind set and a typical chipper tone somewhere between imperious and petulant, Cerise stubbornly marched ahead, spear in hand, and the Amazons parted to allow her by,

Zafire chuckled, quietly im,pressed. “Let's see whether she can back her words up!”

Chezka asked, “Your orders, my queen?”

“We march. And make double time. The Crystal Empire may need us more than we realize.” That said, Zafira flew past the princess to take the lead, and with a shared look between Beatrix and Bellatrix, they also followed the Amazon army out of the woods. Magically induced explosions continued to illuminate the starry, cloudy skies ahead, not so different from the fireworks.

They estimated it would take a little over an hour to arrive. The Amazons that went to battle numbered in the hundreds, while a compatible number were left behind to defend the woods.

Yet the Amazon Queen kept an eye out, in case of trouble on the road ahead.

*****

Ocellus ran without a sense of direction. All she knew was that she needed to put distance between herself and Fiery Kickstart, before his flame-sword either cut off her head or burnt her to a crisp! Yet she dared not run out of the Crystal palace either, smack into the middle of an all-out war!

So instead, she blindly ran to a crystalline set of stairs, which formed a circle from one level of the palace to the next. Since she'd ditched her heels, hose offered a thin, slippery layer on her feet, and she almost stumbled at times and decided to dash further downstairs, into the unknown.

She'd never traveled this far down before. The area appeared to be barren. The air became chillier on her descent, the sounds of the conflict overhead muted. Then, she realized where she was.

The royal crypt. Where the children of Sombra were buried. After the tyrant had fallen, the corpses had been exhumed, checked over by the mystics to ascertain they posed no threat, then consecrated and returned to their coffins, which she saw placed atop slabs out in the open.

A perfect place to hide. Yet her heart skipped at the idea.

A thin, cold mist rolled about the crypt, to help keep it preserved. Enchanted torches were suspended on the sconces around her, with an ethereal blaze that kept it dimly lit.

She took tentative steps to a casket at the back, squatted down, and covered her ears while she trembled, her cheeks streaked with tears. “I didn't want to do it,” she whispered with a sniffle. “I never wanted to betray anyone. All I want is to see my clutch hatch and take care of them!”

“We understand,” came a united, familiar pair of voices.

Ocellus shot up. “Y-you shouldn't be here! Why did you follow me? Why can't you leave me alone? It's all my fault this happened! So please, don't try and pretend we're friends!”

“I've had my suspicions for a while,” confessed Foal-Bearer, as they slowly approached. “But I prayed I was mistaken. Or that you'd turn from this path. But here we are,” she lamented.

Wet Nurse called, “We know you're not a bad person! You must have a reason!”

Her sister said, “Chrysalis made you do this, didn't she? You can no more disobey your queen than we can ours. Cadance's word is law to us. So you truly didn't have a choice.”

“It-it's more than that! Chrysalis has my clutch! Disobey her, and they'll be killed!” The shape-shifter, in a flash, fully dropped her crystal mare form, and an insect-pony hybrid now stood in her maid uniform. “St-stay back! I can't deal with this anymore!” She took a step backwards.

Her shoulder knocked into a casket lid, and knocked it off with a loud thud.

Ocellus squeaked at the pale, preserved corpse inside. One of Sombra's many deceased sons, encased in ceremonial obsidian armor with his arms crossed over his chest, preserved by alchemy. By now, the twins had reached her, and Ocellus found there was nowhere else left to run or hide.

Gasps rose from the sisters too. “He's so handsome,” admitted Wet Nurse.

“You certainly have a type,” chided Foal-Bearer. “But yes, he has a certain mystique, like I'm sure Sombra did. Thankfully, we didn't have to endure the period where he kept ponies in chains. He'd probably have us stripped naked, kept by his throne as concubines, and father children with us.”

Wet Nurse shuddered and asked Ocellus, “Is that what Chrysalis plans for us mares? To turn us into incubators? That's why she can throw away her drones, isn't it? She can easily refill her ranks!”

“Y-yes. She'll probably try and make my children shock troopers too,” murmured Ocellus. “Ah!”

A clammy hand shot out. Gripped around her wrist, Ocellus unable to break the iron hold on her, not even when she attempted to shift her limb. The stallion 'corpse' rose up.

A thin tinkle traveled from Wet Nurse, and her cutie mark shined and resonated with Foal-Bearer, who felt her heart seized by her sister's terror and thus voided her own bladder onto the crypt floor, where the urine steamed in the misty air. Like Ocellus, they found themselves frozen in shock.

Black wisps radiated around the dark stallion, who opened his eyes. “So, the time has come!” With a wave of his free hand, which lit up like his horn, his aura knocked off lids from more caskets.

Another pair of stallions arose from their coffins, also garbed in ceremonial, ebony armor. They hopped down, masked in shadows, and cut off any hope of an escape route, their well-sculpted forms preserved by alchemy and enchantments. Grins split their snouts as they stretched.

“We're the sons of Sombra,” one of them announced. All three of them were unicorns, since Sombra valued those with high magic potential above all. “We've prepared for this day!”

Ocellus whimperted, “B-but how...? You're dead! What are you, zombies?”

“Not exactly,” said another, who helped his brother block the paths between the slabs, his muscled arms crossed over his barrel chest beneath a dreary breastplate. “You've heard of the Umbra? A race of shadow ponies? Sombra discovered the secrets to preserve life beyond death, and passed it to his most favored sons! We waited here, until the appointed time to repossess our bodies!”

“We had to wait until the mystic barriers around the Crystal Empire weakened,” explained the third one. “I wonder, why has this happened? Another war? Has our father also returned from the dead?”

“No,” cried Foal-Bearer, who felt powerful arms seized her from behind. “And he never will!”

“I'm afraid you're mistaken,” the one that held her hissed into her ear. “We'll usher him in! So, Sombra's body wasn't recovered? That's not a problem! He can always use one of ours!”

“Don't be so hasty,” the first one that revived said. “We can always make use of these wenches. Sure, father can't possess a body that isn't compatible with him...but we can always put foals in them.”

Ocellus tried desperately to wrench herself away. “N-no...!”

“Silence!” He backhanded the shape-shifter, who whimpered, a red mark on her cheek. “Ah, I understand now, changeling. Queen Chrysalis has finally launched an all-out invasion, hasn't she? But you weird insect-pony hybrids don't appeal to me. Take on the form of...Cadance.”

The one that seized Wet Nurse chortled. “Always wanted to fuck the queen, huh? I know our father always wanted to force his foals into her! Guess we'll have to do it in his place...after these three!”

“Shift yourself now,” the leader demanded of Ocellus. “Or else we'll break their necks!”

“I'd prefer not to fuck a corpse,” said the one that held Foal-Bearer. “But there are more crystal maids up above, I'm sure....” His threat made, Ocellus reluctantly surrounded herself in a flash, before she took on the queen's likeness, albeit a tad shorter and less voluptuous.

“I-I'm sorry,” said Ocellus, whose maid uniform barely contained her now as it squeezed around her curves. “We can't alter our mass much! It's impossible for me to replicate her perfectly!”

Groping hands started to wander all over the three mares, firm and possessive, hungry after they'd spent who knows how many years in this cold, lonesome crypt, as disembodied Umbra that kept to the shadows, silent and still, to remain undetected from the mystics and enchanted wards here. Whatever silent alarms they tripped now mattered little, with the pandemonium above.

“N-not so rough,” squeaked Ocellus as one of her, or more accurately Cadance's, tits were forced out of her uniform, where the titty bounced and a palm sank into the soft, pliable flesh. She resigned herself to the situation, knew they couldn't overcome these stallions by force, and told herself she deserved this after her betrayal. But at least, she hoped, her clutch would survive her!

“What a rack,” another of them said, as he ripped Wet Nurse's top to reveal her own milky melons.

Wet Nurse tried to buy them time and cried, “W-wait! We don't even know your names...!”

“Shadow Bane,” he answered, as he continued to tear down her dress, which rendered Wet Nurse naked, since the sisters underwear had been so torn and cum-soaked above they were useless.

“Shadow Gloom,” said the one that also tore off Foal-Bearer's clothes, her titties also spilled free.

“And I'm Shadow Haze,” finished their leader, who also tore his prey's clothes away with a lick of his chops. “You must excuse the uncreative names. After all, Sombra had hundreds of sons he fathered on crystal mare concubines, and most of them didn't survive the trails. We were exceptional!”

“But no daughters were ever born,” said Shadow Bane, who forced a muted, involuntarily moan from the mouths of the twins when he drove his cold, yet erect horsecock into her hot, moist cunt, the sisters still under the effects of the aphrodisiac venom as he pushed balls deep into his bitch.

“We weren't allowed to father children of our own,” added Shadow Gloom, who bent Foal-Bearer's heart-shaped pink ass over a coffin, and also slid into her velvet depths. Grunts hissed between his sharp teeth when he claimed her to the hilt. “Let's find out if one of us can make a mare?”

Shadow Haze took his time to molest 'Cadance' further as he explained, “Father feared that if we raised heirs of our own, we may one day raise a small army to overthrow him! But we've always been loyal to the cause! Only lesser, failed sons resent the Crystal Empire that father built!”

“So cold,” whimpered Wet Nurse, forced onto her back by Shadow Bane, who leered at the blush and forced lustful expressions driven from her face, the wild bounce of her titties, each time he fucked her like a brutish stud. He also watched in fascination as the twin's cutie marks resonated.

“Looks like these two are somehow physically, emotionally, maybe even spiritually tied by their cutie marks,” observed Shadow Gloom, who pulled Foal-Bearer's arms behind her by the wrists while he railed her senseless in a clap of wide hips and buttcheeks, and they spattered liquid lust on the studs.

Shadow Haze took 'Cadance' sideways, one of her feet raised and propped on a muscled shoulder while he ravished her, his telekinetic aura used to remove the pieces of armor that brushed between them, separated his sculpted musculature from the supple curves of Ocellus. “You all were made for this,” he hissed between clenched teeth as he took her. “Made to be bred by virile studs!”

“No doubt these two bitches are fertile,” said Shadow Gloom, who smacked his bitch's buttcheek.

The sisters whimpered, moaned, clenched up, and sprayed droplets of their lust over their studs' crotches. Helpless to do more than submit and take it. But compared to the mares above, that would likely be captured by the swarm and turned into incubators, they considered themselves lucky. Over-and-over, a blur of cocks slammed deep inside them, spreading them wide open.

Schlicks of wet, pulverized pussies, and plaps of pounded and spanked cheeks echoed around the crypt. The three sons silently decided they'd let the war play out above, then pick up the pieces in the aftermath. Red hand prints marked the buttocks and titties that the studs slapped harshly.

The venom continued to compound the sensations in the twins, who were driven to scream out their moans like whores in heat while they were sexually dominated. They could feel each other's sensations double the pleasure forced on them, Wet Nurse as her titties were latched onto, the squishy flesh and areola suckled and distended, Foal-Bearer's puckered asshole thumbed hard.

Ocellus, too, mewled, at the mercy of the masculine stallion, the three boys not dissimilar from their father, with traces of his same dark, handsome features. Shadow Haze's snout crushed to her own, forced her to taste him while he kissed her and intertwined their mouth muscles. His horn radiated, formed a translucent horsecock-shaped construct, and forced it deep up her ass.

“Good call,” said Shadow Bane, whose own aura encircled Wet Nuse's hot pink anus and vibrated it, which made the twins squirt anew and heavily over the furred crotches of the stallions. They winked and milked their dicks, until he blurted out, “Damn, I'm close! Prepare to bear our foals...!”

He shifted so that her ankles and hips were around the sides of his head, driving her into a mating press when he growled and really started to pound his wench silly, feeling her drip, clench, and spattered around him while he fucked past her cervix, straight into her slimy womb. The twins shrilly cried out more, eyes rolled into her head while they shook, her ass clapped by brutal thrusts.

“Almost there too,” snarled Shadow Gloom. “Looks like these bitches are ovulating like they're in estrus!” He continued to smash his bent over bitch and taunted, “You two sluts on aphrodisiacs?”

Ocellus stilled her tongue, ashamed of what she'd allowed to happen. But at least they'd survive. She knew these horny bastards wouldn't put down a pair of mares they'd decided to knock up!

Shadow Haze shouted, “Take it!” All of the brothers unloaded into their mares almost simultaneously. Treated like sloppy cumdumpsters, they were unloaded into, their stomachs swollen with cold, clammy cum that nonetheless they believed would still prove potent as they were preserved. Multiple climaxes were wracked from their fucktoys, who soaked the area.

The unicorns huffed, still embedded in their slave sluts, who leaked excess seed around the sheathed shafts. They nuzzled them affectionately, with the promise they'd soon have children of their own.

“You were wonderful,” breathed Shadow Gloom into Foal-Bearer's ear, as his palm sank into a buttcheek and rolled the pastel pink flesh in lazy circles. “I could fuck you forever. Your sister, too.”

“You'll have your chance later,” chortled Shadow Bane, he toyed with Wet Nurse's tasty tits.

Shadow Haze wondered how far the invasion above had proceeded. They'd have to check later, since their full power had yet to return. No doubt the three mares could entertain them for hours!

A tear rolled down Wet Nurse's cheek, not for them, but for everyone above. “Fiery,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “Please be okay. I...I want to marry you...my sister too...”

Foal-Bearer also released a tear in resonance. “I should have told them about Ocellus...it's all my fault...” She'd assumed Ocellus was merely a spy, that friendship could deter her from betrayal.

Ocellus couldn't face them, and tried to shut out the world around them.

*****

Queen Chrysalis observed the war effort from the safety of her hive, through the use of a crystal ball. For the moment, the armies were at a stand-still, but more waves of her drones came to support the fallen, as they battered at Shining Armor's Crystal Empire-wide shield and weakened its integrity. To cover such a radius, he was forced to weaken its effectiveness, and the imperial soldiers were ordered to retreat and direct the civilians to safety, soon all but boxed in at the Crystal Palace.

The cultists weakened the barrier's defenses faster, as their unicorn horn wands bombarded it with arcane blasts that flashed in the darkness and shook the area. On occasion, it took so much damage the shield was forced to shrink, with the occasional trooper or bystander left out in the cold, the stallions quickly dispatched, the mares pulled into the hollows of the earth outside amid screams.

She reclined naked on a throne of her denuded concubines. “Fools! You've trapped yourselves!”

She'd tried to scry into the Crystal Empire many times before, but usually the magic wards were far too powerful. One time, an older crystal ball had fractured then exploded into fragments! But with their defenses weakened, and their mystics distracted by the war effort, she could peer in further.

Her face twisted when she saw Queen Cadance, dressed in ceremonial armor, at the lead with her 'Four Swords', while she unleashed blast-after-blast that scattered or bowled down heavily armed drones and cultists alike. “That sentimental Whore of Love! I'll make you my personal slave!”

The more she considered it, the further enticed she became with a malicious smile.

“Servants! Prepare my weapons and armor! I will lead the final assault myself!” Her followers ran off to fetch what she requested. Lazily, she rose from her fleshy throne and stretched wide with a yawn.

When they returned, her concubines dressed her in chitinous armor which conformed to her contours like a second skin that shimmered in the emerald illumination of the moist caverns. She hefted a halberd, which she doused in her own special venom. A changeling's venom was affected by their emotions, so whereas Ocellus could induce love and lust, Chrysalis filled her poisons with her malice. They would be wracked with pain and fear, paralyzed as seizures resulted in death!

“Heehee...maybe I'll ram my entire stinger directly into Cadance's cunt! After I've made her service my entire changeling army! What kind of drones will an alicorn produce, I wonder? Oh, and I'll claim her studly husband for my own! Maybe all of her 'Swords', should they survive...”

More devious ideas already filled her mind while she anticipated her conquest!

Of course, she couldn't leave her hives undefended, especially with the cult still about. Within the hour, she'd gathered a sizable force under her command, and since the tunnels her drones carved into the earth were constantly interconnected over time, they could now take a number of shortcuts for the surface. Within another hour, they could be at the Crystal Empire's entrance!