End of an Era: The Upheaval

Guards that watched over the dim, dank prison cells made sure their queen's orders were carried out. With a neutral voice Thunder Storm voiced the crimes of Ocellus, like he'd been ordered to, and the decree of Chrysalis, that the stallions were allowed to make free use of her, but were not to cause any permanent harm or take her life, as she wanted to draw out her punishment. Already delivered to them naked, with a slosh of cum left in her womb, the cell doors were all opened, with every stallion soldier ordered to participate, unless they wanted their families to be punished.

Ocellus whimpered when they beset her, in a pile of masculine flesh, all her fuckable holes invaded once more. She told herself she deserved far worse, after her betrayal, her sole comfort that her clutch yet survived. Over-and-over, they hammered into her stretched orifices, some with spite and brutishness, others routine and efficient, or reluctant, but the watchful eyes of the elite drones around them spurred them on, as Ocellus felt cocks slapped across her as they came-and-came in and on her. Her orifices were stretched in a mix of pain and pleasure, belly heavy with more seed.

She was bathed in their spunk. Gulped it down. Felt it smeared into her skin and fur.

The 'Swords' were also pushed to participate like before, a train run on the crystal mare, none of her ruined orifices left unfilled for more than a few seconds before the next horsecock slammed inside.

Chrysalis snickered from her throne, while she watched the ravishment from her crystal ball, until she passed it to Trixie and rose, the leash-like chain attached to the bound neck of Cadance, denuded like her mistress. “Time for the rest of your people to see you humiliated!” Gently, the flat of her foot pushed on a heart-shaped bun, to spur the defeated love queen into action.

Cadance walked ahead, on all fours, across the carpet towards the exit to the throne room. Heavy breasts swayed back-and-forth below, and each plush, pink buttock rolled with the movements of her hips, the love queen's pink, fuckable funholes on full display while she passed onwards.

Guardsmen watched her with a twitch. “New idea~,” hummed Chrysalis. “Drones, unsheathe yourselves. Cadance, I want you to suck the dick of everyone you pass, like the whore you are!”

Cadance stopped, prostrated on her knees, when a pair of insect-pony hybrid cockw toppled out of the elite drone's uniform, and both slapped her between the eyes, where they drooled precum and smeared it across her features. Without so much as a cry, she took both into her maw and sucked.

“Good. Don't stop until he cums,” said Chrysalis. Cadance winked while she suckled at his shafts, until his balls tensed up, and he unloaded down her throat, into her belly. She slurped his seed down, which included the excess that burned her nostrils when it poured out freely.

The first of many she'd suck off today satisfied, Cadance crawled to the next one and repeated the process. This one drove two of his multiple mandibles into her mane, and fiercely facefucked her, which made her wink even harder while she dripped a fresh pool across the stained carpet.

“Do it,” hissed Chrysalis, whose horn lit as her aura wrapped around Cadance's expose holes, probed into their depths while the ethereal wisp vibrated. “Show her no mercy! Fuck her up!”

Cadance let him work her over, unsure why Chrysalis despised her so much. Jealousy? A vendetta since her followers had beaten her own at nearly every turn? Just sheer maliciousness?

The drone withdrew and painted her face and tits deliberately. She scooped it up and licked the cum clean off her palms, certain Chrysalis wouldn't be satisfied otherwise.. She drained the balls dry of over a dozen drones before she was allowed to leave, where more awaited her outside.

“A shame we don't have all day. I'd love to see you service the entire hive!”

Cadance wondered how much time that would really take, as she estimated even a small hive must house at least hundreds, let-alone a massive one Chrysalis must rule over, but she dared not point that out. By the time she'd sucked off her hundredth pair of cocks, her throat was sore.

“This will take forever,” realized Chrysalis. “Speed it up!” With a nod, Cadance beckoned over more of the swarm, as she stroked off a pair of them to her sides, and took another couple of cocks into her throat. They came in and on her, the fallen queen forced to lick up any cum that hit the floor.

It took an hour later before Cadance crawled her way to the dungeons. Ocellus all but drowned in splooge after constant use, her stomach swollen like she'd been heavily knocked up, while the stallions continued to pass her between them and used her up without mercy. Looks of shame befell the stallions when they saw their defeated queen, cum-drenched as she crawled on all fours.

“You can finish on her,” offered Chrysalis to the stallions that still fucked away or stroked themselves while they awaited their turn, and not certain whether it was an order, a number of them took aim at Cadance, who spread her arms and plume, mouth opened as they showered her in a violent bukkake, as most of the studs could've only dreamed of such a lewd honor before.

She, too, was forced to drink up all this spilled spunk, lick it off horsecocks that were still wet with it, lap all over Ocellus' flesh, which was absolutely drenched in an excessive amount, while more-and-more of them played with themselves and unleashed another bukkake all over the bitches.

Before the month ended, Chrysalis swore to humiliate Cadance so badly that all her stallions wouldn't respect her anymore, that they would see her as no more than a hot piece of fuckmeat. They inhaled the scent of her moist pussy with flared nostrils, as she winked like a desperate whore.

She'd been worked up with the constant line of dicks and cum she slurped, her lower holes probed and teased continuously by Chrysalis, who withdrew every time Cadance was poised for release, which left the fallen queen insanely turned on, despite her predicament. To the point that, were she not aware of the consequences, she would've happily bent over for any stud or drone here.

Sometimes, before she'd met her future husband, she'd cursed her increased libido as the mare of love. In her late teens, she'd masturbated constantly, dreamed of every type of cock in Equestria and what it would feel like to take them. But she'd known the stallion she'd love when she met him. An awkward, amiable nerd with a sense of humor and potential she'd helped awaken.

Most of the mutants had been lost when Chrysalis took the nation. But she had the cult prepared a few more, and now whistled for the cult members, who still stuck around in the shadows and observed, to fetch one. Soon, another rhino beetle stalked its way into the prison.

Chrysalis kicked a knelt down Cadance onto all fours and patted her buttcheek, which rippled. “Go on,” she told the beetle. “Fill her with your spawn. But be careful not to break her!” She cackled when the heavy, beast-like monstrosity reared up and mounted cadance, a pair of its mandibles on her full hips for support when it rammed an oversized insect cock into her cunt. Gasps rose from Cadance, her belly distended when she came all over it on the spot, barely able to take it all.

It stretched her even wider than the most eccentric, oversized novelty dildos she'd experimented with. Found herself fucked harder than she'd ever been, as she screamed in masochistic bliss, her eyes rolled into her head, and her tongue fell out with a loud series of pants, rocked back-and-forth like her pendulous knockers, which swayed while her heart-shaped ass was clapped.

With more cackles Chrysalis said, “Already fucked absolutely silly, you whore?” The mutant ruthlessly mated with her, unaware that a seed had already taken root in her womb. She knelt by the beetle and murmured, “Gently vibrate,” aware too much would pulverize her flesh.

The rhino obeyed with a low-level vibration, its mutant cock buried in pony cunt included. Cadance almost fainted, introduced to a whole new level of unthinkable pleasure that melted her mind as she drenched the mutant, Chrysalis, Ocellus, and nearby drones and stallions in her squirts.

It finally twitched with an alien roar. Came with such pressure, Cadance was shot off the dick that impaled her uterus deep, as she was thrown across the room and slid across a puddle of mixed cum and her own squirts that also mixed with Ocellus'. She collapsed, a slutty warped smile on her face.

“Aww, looks like she's spent! Clean her up and put her to bed. Ocellus, too, when you're done.” Chrysalis abandoned the prison for now, and rounded a corner deeper into the Crystal Palace. She decided to pay the royal crypt deep below a visit, unaware the rhino beetle stumbled after her.

*****

For a few hours, the procession of caravans moved without incident, but Moon Hammer used his telescope to peer ahead, aware they would see resistance eventually and hoped they could drop in on the enemy unaware. He hated to rely on dishonorable tactics, but knew he couldn't afford to throw away lives for the sake of ideals, especially since they were so outnumbered and the lives of the captive ponies depended on them. Thus, he steeled himself for this shameful compromise.

The Amazons abided by their own code of honor. But they would launch surprise attacks and kill without mercy anyone they deemed irredeemable in the eyes of their crystal alicorn queen. Aware their enemy could be planning the same, the Amazons kept watch perched atop the caravans with bows at the ready, swathed in tribal markings that glimmered under the sunlight. While most of the craters the swarm tunneled up from were offroad, an occasional pit marked the path they tread.

Zafire, as one of the spearheads to this war effort, was provided with her own private caravan. While she preferred to keep on watch most of the time, she would take short breaks and retire to it for a time, where she sat inside under the shade, and took in the lovely view of a denuded Panna mounted atop the horse portion back of Chezka, her eyes drawn to the roll of each individual, shapely horsecheek when she trotted, as her tail wished and unveiled her pucker and vulva on occasion. Atop her, the fawn's more slender but still shapely buns bounced with the ride while Panna straddled her friend, her hands wrapped around Chezka's stomach, below bouncy, heavy tits.

“Trot a little closer,” said the Amazon Queen, and the centaur dipped back closer, She reached forward, took a handful of each Amazon's closest bun to her hand, and sunk into the sot, pliable flesh which she squeezed with a leer, the ancient alicorn's crystal horsecock rock hard at all the exposed, feminine flesh around her, not to mention all the half-naked beefcake bulls!

“M-my queen,” said Chezka, as she and Panna blushed as they were molested.

“A shame Moon Hammer didn't take me up on the other part of my offer to seal our alliance. I'm sure he and Redrum are beasts in the sack. Just a little closer, Chezka, back that ass up~!” Chezka did so, to where her horse's ass almost rested on the front of the mechanized cart, whereupon Zafire leaned forward and mounted the centaur, her monsterious shaft slid into warm horsepussy.

It was difficult for Chezka to trot when Zafira started to pound her cheeks, and she stifled a moan as she chewed on her lower lip, Panna much the same as she too was felt up and kissed. Zafira usually fucked her favorite Amazons on a daily basis, who'd replaced the old lieutenants she'd lost.

Not that they were remotely bothered, an Amazon honored to be picked by their queen. However Chezka couldn't help protesting a little, even as her tail hiked, with, “We could be attacked...!”

“Then we will deal with them. I have my needs.” Zafira slapped her cheeky horse's ass so hard with her palm she left a red handprint on it, which made Chezka whnny as her plush bun rippled. She pounded her plush cheeks fast and hard, determined to unload her backed up balls.

Over-and-over, in the same way she slammed in-and-out of her horsey pussy, Zafira tried her old trick, where when she came inside one of her Amazons, she'd unlock their hidden powers. But ever since she'd crossed over to this Equestria, it failed, despite how often she bred Chezka and Panna.

At first she'd worried it was a mental deficiency, since she certainly wasn't impotent!
Chezka's pendulous breasts swayed back-and-forth while she was railed senseless, as the centaur's cunt winked and dripped, while her sizable, heart-shaped clitoris pushed out into the open, mashed on by each stroke of the vein-lined, monster horsecock that could make any mare submit to it!

“I-I'm close, my queen,” said Chezka, as she clenched around the pillar that split her open.

“Then come for me,” said Zafira, who landed another harsh slap on Chezka's other buttcheek, and made her squeal and squirt with wobbly knees as Zafira sheathed herself balls deep and came in her womb. At the same time, her horn lit and her aura lifted Panna's backside to her snout, the fawn face-down and ass-up while she feasted on her holes, rewarded with Zafire's face also drenched.

They mewled in submission, happy to be used by their queen. Zafire patted their butts affectionately after she'df finished. Most of those she'd come onto here had turned her down, Cerise because she was set to be wed, Bellatrix with the excuse she wasn't her type and that her fellow succubi were also busy, while Beatrix said maybe later, as she focused on her alchemy.

She certainly wasn't used to so much rejection in quick succession, but with all the potential disasters around them, she couldn't' exactly blame everyone for their preoccupations!

Panna collapsed atop the centaur, draped over while she continued to straddle her naked when she drifted to sleep. “Careful,” whispered Chezka, who kept the fawn's arms around her taut midsection so she wouldn't slip off, a thin smile on her face and thankful the shade hid them as she dripped cum from her now left empty horsepussy, which winked out more dollops of the queen's loads.

Zafira inhaled the scent of her well-used cunt. “Careful, or you'll work me back up.”

“You're insatiable,” said Chezka, who twitched one of her pointy ears. She whispered, “Wait. I heard a rustle offroad, and no, I don't think it's a wild animal. Stay alert, Panna.”

Panna blinked her sleepy eyes open, and rose back to a seated position. Like Chezka, who wore her quiver with arrows, Panna adorned herself with a belt that sheathed knives, hopeful that they wouldn't interfere with the tattoo enchantments too much since they couldn't come unarmed.

With a hawk-like eye, Chezka readied her bow and an arrow, which she fired off into the woodlands. A low cry arose, as someone in robes toppled onto the road, an arrow embedded in their chest while they bled out and the unicorn horn wand they carried dropped. “Ambush!”

“I see them,” answered Panna, who tossed another knife into the throat of another cultist before they could fire a spell from a wand, the other Amazons and minotaurs spurred into action. Usually she felt Chezka was too quick to rush into action...but they had likely been tracked for a while.

Zafira flew upwards, where she swiped with her two-handed, crystal broadsword, which leveled a couple of trees and dispatched a few cult members that took shelter amidst the thickest leaves.

The procession was forced to pull to a stop, where Redrum hopped off with his men, and his axe lopped off heads, while Moon Hammer's own warhammer turned their opponents to mush and red mist. Bellatrix and her succubi also took to the skies, where they slayed the would-be killers. It almost seemed too easy for Beatrix, who nonetheless backed up Cerise when they, too, attacked.

A magical explosion enveloped a caravan, which thankfully was empty of people, however Moon Hammer's eyes shot wide open. “We're not their main objective! They're targeting our engines and supplies! We can't afford to let them delay us too much!” His hammer crushed another into a pulp.

“Assholes,” said Cerise, who flared with self-righteous fury when she took up her spear and helped Beatrix fend a number off, the two of them hesitant to casually take their lives. A problem that Bellatrix and her succubi didn't share, as Bella's minions reveled in the chaos and bloodshed.

Even with their numbers, the acolytes were no match for the combined forces of the minotaurs and Amazons, who were quick to clean house. However, the damage was done, because even with the arcane shields raised by Zafira and Beatrix, they weren't able to block the prismatic beams that zapped in from every direction, bulls forced the scatter while more caravans were nuked.

Smoke rose over a charred and bloodied battlefield. Mere minutes later, and it was over.

Moon Hammer called, “How many of ours are dead?”

“Just a few casualties,” confirmed Redrum. “But quite a few wounded.”

“Damn it.” His meaty, balled up fist struck a caravan. He wasn't certain whether to keep their bodies and return them home, or bury them here on the battlefield, where they'd made an honorable sacrifice for their cause. He took a moment to confer with Redrum, who pondered that himself.

Zafira realized, “Not one Amazon down. These tribal tattoos really did protect us.”

Beatrix knelt by a dead cultists, drew back the hood to meet those cold, dead eyes, and shuddered. She knew the faces of quite a few cultists here. Not well, but she'd seen them in her own Equestria. No doubt forcibly indoctrinated by the cult leaders, like she'd seen many times before.

The crunch of bone sounded. Bellatrix said, “Don't defile their corpses.”

Sanguine paused, as the muscular demon had started to dismember a cultist with her claws, her teeth and tusks stained crimson. “Why not? It's a waste of tasty meat to leave 'em to the flies!”

“Because we're meant to be civilized,” said Bella with a roll of her eyes. But she knew since succubi evolved into many different forms, Sanguine had become a carnivore, and were she not sated with flesh she could try and take her fill from the bulls or Amazons instead. “Whatever. Go for it.”

“Thanks mistress,” she rasped with a boisterous cackle.

“But take it somewhere private,” added Bella, as she saw some of the observers visibly pale, Cerise in particular. A blood trail was left behind when the muscled demon pulled the carcass offroad. Thankfully, none of her other minions appeared to sate themselves in the same way. Although Kismet wasn't too different, as she casually picked apart a locust and chewed on it with a smirk.

Kismet slowed the crunch of her teeth when she returned Bella's look. “Want some, mistress?”

“No thanks. I don't have much of an appetite.”

“Suit yourself!” The nubile succubus hummed while she continued to chow down.

Nymphette tapped her foot impatiently near her, a bloody halberd in hand. “That was too easy!”

“Better than too hard,” said Xanuda, arms folded under her breasts. “I'm sure the worst is yet to come. Perhaps we should take the wands for ourselves, so we can—ouch!” She'd bent to pick up one, only for it to explode in her hand, which she shook. “Curse them, they're booby-trapped!”

“Lucky you didn't lose that hand~,” teased Nymphette with a snicker.

“Oh, hush up, beanpole. To think, my perfect skin could have been mutilated! Unthinkable!” She raised a pale hand to her forehead and moaned in despair as she mimicked a swoon.

“So melodramatic,” said Nymphette with bemusement.

“My sisters, please. We must return to the road soon,” said Bella, while the two armies cleaned up the mess around them and prepared to move on. It was decided the minotaurs would be cremated here, since there wasn't time to double-back and they didn't think it wise to transport the corpses around, nor bury them in the earth, where the cultists or swarm could always exploit them.

Beatrix nodded at their decision, as she solemnly immolated the collected pile of bodies in a funeral pyre. Less than a dozen lost, but it clearly weighed heavily on Moon Hammer, while Redrum kept a more reserved expression when they bore witness to the ritualistic sendoff. Reduced to ashes, they were collected in a basin, which the chieftain planned to return home after the war effort ended.

It was a compromise, since they didn't have time to observe a proper funeral. She wondered if Grayscale Carnifex himself, or one of his followers, would ferry their souls to the afterlife.

Then, they were back on the march. While some of the caravans were destroyed, or their engines wrecked, they could still be pulled, which a number of minotaurs and Chezka helped out with. Cerise too pitched in, determined to help out however she could with her now bovine body.

Unfortunately, they'd been set back, their speed cut more than half to move the procession.

*****

The royal crypt was abandoned by the followers of Chrysalis, who'd considered it unimportant in the moment, her focus instead on the ponies she'd enslaved. The traces of destruction still remained, since they hadn't had time to clean it up, and she strolled into the cooled chamber, its entrance bashed in. She noted most of the caskets were empty, if not demolished entirely.

“What a mess. I'll have to have someone clean it up later. Maybe some of the crystal maids and butlers that once stocked these halls,” she decided and exhaled, her nipples stiff in the cold.

She ventured further, curious whether anyone related to the ex-rulers were buried here. “Probably not,” she decided aloud, as she read the inscriptions on the sides of the slabs. “What's this?” She paused to stare at the tunnels that wormed below. “Ah, must be the handiwork of my mutants.”

Her eyes spotted the shimmer of a crystal pony in a coffin near the back. “What's this?” She crept closer, and saw the nude, unconscious form of Autumn Gem, a former maid here. Her hand brushed over the mare's breast, warm to the touch. “She's...alive? Just asleep? How?”

Bent over the coffin while she observed her, Chrysalis was unaware of her rhino beetle, which trundled in after her, in a manner more stealthy than an onlooker would think possible. She hissed in surprise with wide eyes when a bulk settled onto her back and pinned her. “Who dares-”

“Breed,” came the raspy voice, when the beetle's monster, mutant cock plunged into her unprotected cunt and sheathed itself uterus-deep with the first, brutal stroke. Unable to push him off when he started to hump away at her like his life depended on it, amidst the squishes and squelches of her pussy which spattered its lust around his dick, she lit her horn with a spell.

Another beetle was suddenly in her face, perched over the coffin, its pinchers poised to close around her horn and snap it off. “Don't resist. Or we take your horn,” it warned.

Chrysalis hissed, but powered down her horn while the beast continued to pound her into submission with an animalistic ferocity, the shape-shifter's birth canal stretched beyond belief, as she felt the massive member pulled at her slimy folds with each fearsome thrust. “W-who-”

“The sons of Sombra,” came the voice of a third one.

The one that violated her hissed, “Had to play dumb. Deceived even the cultists.” Shadow Haze, Shadow Bane, and Shadow Gloom had waited for this moment, as their leader had played the dumb beast and infiltrated the new batch of mutants the acolytes created with the dark arts, the transmuted drones kept in an equivalent of kennels until they were ready to be used.

Haze had slipped in, and awaited his chance, while he played the docile beast. When it came time for the acolytes to choose a rhino beetle that would be sent to the throne room, he'd made certain he was at the forefront, and to his relief Trixie and her two sidekicks had picked him, after all.

His mandibles lifted her up. Turned her around, his shaft still impaled deep in her, until she faced him, a sneer on her face as another pair of mandibles spread her black buns open to expose her asshole. “Gloom. Her ass is yours.” Gloom snickered, and started to push into her pucker.

“You worthless scum! I'll feed your cocks and balls to you! Glk--?” Bane, who approached and raised up, planted a mandible on her dome and pushed her head down, forced to swallow his cock, which bloated out her neck while she choked on it. Luckily for her, her insides shifted to better accept their intrusions, able to safely take all their dicks while they violently claimed her holes.

They stuffed her full, drove into her in a blur, as her soft flesh was rocked between them. Rendered helpless, their limbs molested her, their latest captured prey to sate themselves. Chrysalis knew that, even if she shouted for help and risked her horn, no one would hear them this far down. Sometimes, Haze and Gloom would latch onto her breasts, where they suckled and distended them.

Fury mixed with shame when she came all over them, reduced to their fucktoy.

Sometime later, with a final balls deep thrust at the same time, they unloaded into her. Cries of protest were muffled, since were she not a shape-shifter, she wouldn't have been able to contain their volumes of cum, her stomach expanded as excess erupted from her nostrils and around her stretched and filled holes. After they finished, they withdrew with pops and dropped her into a pool of cum with a splash, while she leaked more into it, draped on her side and half-soaked.

She cursed the fact that she'd never learned a teleportation spell, so rare and complicated that it took decades to master, and the secret was unknown to her. Her venom had impaired Cadence's ability to do so, but she feared the ex-queen would find a way, if left alone for some time.

The mutants crowded around her, determined to usurp her and claim their father's old throne.