Midnight and the Prince

Chapters

Moving On
Measuring Up
Brutal Tactics
A Film to Remember
Mending with Pain
The Demon Championship

Moving On

Prisma had apparently spent well over a million bits on a useless house of gold. All of the “state of the art” equipment of the time, all of the VR headsets, controllers, competition grade computers and immaculate, luxury facilities, all of it was a big hundred ton paperweight. What they ended up calling Chaos Studios, because Prisma settled on the name and was the sole owner, had been purchased for what was going to be the primo team on the Equestrian Gamers League.

This worked for a brief period, but once egos got in the way, mothers got fatter and fingers began to point at one another, it all boiled down to one single solitary deal. Out of nowhere, Ember offered her what she paid, plus some interest and her lower jaw hit the floor. Even with all of the power on the minimum and the facilities only housing a couple of people, Vera correctly calculated that it would take a little over 800 bits a day to manage. Ember handed over the digitally delivered bits and told her she was invited over anytime.

Their stuff wasn’t going to be there until the next day, their car was filled to its capacity with necessities and comfort items. Ember and Vera turned on the light to the lobby. There were nine on the switch panel, but he only clicked on one. He showed her to the kitchen that was supposed to feed nine or ten people in the cafeteria and they remembered gaming with the team while also having all night snack and party sessions.

Vera even remembered when she met her girlfriend and the two of them hit it off rather well. Then she remembered just flat out losing contact with her. There were fights, but there was nothing to suggest that they were going to break up or that she was unhappy. In the end, though, Vera couldn’t help but think that her hippogryph girlfriend would be climbing the walls with jealousy at that point.

Now she had a boyfriend that was her entire world. She needed him on something of an unhealthy level, especially when Ember started to nibble on the side of her neck. He was so strange, but then, so was she. He treated her like a loved one, someone who needed to be treated with respect but that also needed very deeply. All of the years of feeling like the lesser of the triplets or feeling like she didn’t really belong anywhere in particular, they haunted her, but he helped in so many ways.

“Vera, did you happen to see where I packed my dirty underwear from the trip?” Ember remembered that they would need it if they were going straight from the convention to the studio. The blue bat pony girl was not very physically able, but her endurance and ability to work long hours was something to behold. They made the trip back from Manehattan, cleaned out his and her things from Fable’s, Night’s and Grem’s houses, had them sent on a mover’s truck, packed up their car and made to the studio, all within three days.

She plopped the plastic bag next to him, full of his laundry. “Here, I wasn’t smelling the latest boxers or anything like that.” She made the offhand comment and then went back to her luggage. Vera was having a great deal of trouble with her clothing, both the ones she had on and the ones in her luggage. She was finally able to pull out the pajama pants, but now she was having all of the trouble in the world with her bra. “For fuck’s sake.”

“Here, I’ve got it.” Ember said as he came up behind her and took the bra strap from her, making her sputter.

“I could have gotten it…” She whined and he hummed.

“I know you could have, but you’re overly tired and we just got off the road. There.” He unclasped her bra and she pulled his hands onto her breasts to feel their warmth. She had some boob sweat and she smelled very heavily of the day, taking turns driving. He indulged her for a moment, but then directed her over to the bed.

The room was a director’s office of sorts, but it was so huge that it very comfortably fit five ponies. It was going to be a bedroom from the beginning, but Prisma Silver thought it would be hers. Now, Ember took the reigns and began to lead Vera over toward their lovely cushions. She started to strip naked, but that was when Ember pulled the covers out for her and set her a place for sleep.

“Ember, I want your dick in my pussy.” Vera whined but he shook his head.

“Vera, you are way too tired and that will only wear you out for the morning.” Ember said this and she exasperated.

“But Ember, my pussy wants nice hot cum inside it so I can sleep better.” She began to lick his lips as he attempted a small kiss. To her surprise, he latched on in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss while his hands began to caress her tits and explore her lovely, slightly plump body. “Please?” She asked in a big-eyed manner while her arms squished her boobs together in an ample show of their bulge.

“Here, let’s try this…” Ember got on top of her, but then went down and wrapped his arms around her waist as his face was softly placed against her vulva lips. “Soft little stimulations…” Ember whispered and Vera broke out into goosebumps. That was when she felt a warm, wet tongue give her pussy little licks and laps.

“Ember, you’re teasing me. I love pussy licks. Kiss my little petals. Suck me. I’m getting so wet!” Her hands gripped the back of his head and her breath began to catch in her throat as his speed and pressure increased little by little and soon, he was following her instructions and sucking on her pussylips. His tongue began to grind against her inner labia and swipe up and down her clitoris, making her squeal in a high pitch as her orgasm built up very soon after that.

With a little clean up with a rag he had handy for just such an occasion, he pulled the sheets over the two of them. He wiped the sweat from her forehead and made sure that she got enough air, but soon she could only attempt to speak before she finally drifted off.

There came the sound of drums, then a bass, which was soon followed by multiple guitar and rock band sounds. Both of them even recognized the voice of none other than Dusk. They were very good. Even with bags under his eyes, filthy breath, redness in various places and no energy to speak of, Ember had to give it to them that they had a lot of talent. However, at just five hours of sleep on top of a fifteen hour day’s trip and everything else, he was in little humor.

Vera scowled.

“Vera, remember, it’s important to—not do what you are about to do!” Ember shouted as he tried to catch her but she grabbed the gun and ran before he could catch her. She was always so fast for someone so short. She ran down the hall, across the lobby, then into another hallway that was long.

As Neon Sol, Dusk, Night Moon, Sparky and Strawberry played their instruments in their designated studio spot. Each one of them had a booth, chair and little table for snacks between them. They all had headphones on and they were each connected with the possibility of going soundproof from one, as all of the booths closed.

However, all of the booths were wide open as Vera smashed her way into the door, making all of them widen their eyes. With a fury in her eyes, she pointed her gun and began to fire paintballs at all of them. This caused all of them to cry out in panic and close their booths, though not before Dusk took two in the chest, Sol took one in the arm and Night Moon took on in the shoulder. Vera fired at rapidfire full blast!

Ember grabbed her in the seven seconds it took her to accomplish this massacre. “Vera! Come on! That was excessive! At least use the pistol that doesn’t use gas power!”

“Alright, guys, that sounded good.” Gloaming Flare said from his small soundbooth, making all of them eye him as he gave the thumbs up. “Can we pick up from when Vera crashed into the room? Vera, I didn’t get a loud enough scream from you and Sol, your bass was off when she shot you in the arm. I know that was a given but I just wanted to mention it.” He smiled as she very gladly gave him the finger.

“Alright, I’m guessing the two of you were sleeping, judging by the very large bags under her eyes. Not to mention she’s still naked and dripping.” Dusk observed as Vera caught her breath, coming down from a peak of anxiety with a haze of angst hovering over her blonde mane.

“As astute an observation as any, dearest brother from another mother. I’m guessing this was yet another unscheduled practice session that just couldn’t wait because you had another awesome song in the works?” Ember eyed Sparky who shrugged, who was now on the rhythm guitar. “Wait, Strawberry, when did you actually start showing up to practices?”

“When Neon Sol threatened to kick me out of the band.” She put a sour note on her keyboards as she glared toward Sol, who also, very gladly, gave her double for her trouble. “Plus, I heard you bought the place! That’s exciting.”

“Yes, I did recently purchase these facilities, and now that I am calling this place home, I think it is important that we start setting a few ground rules as to the hours of operation and the sound levels therein.” Ember was very clearly holding up a front of control, and a morning wood that would shame a very heavy burrito on a generous day. However, it was clear, by his inflections, that he was in very little humor on the matter. “Now, unless you are here to join in on attempts to go back to sleep or lie around silently, as these are partially your facilities as well, then feel free to join us. Until then, band practices are hereby on hold until we work out a schedule. Are there any questions?”

“Yeah, when did you being the big brother make you such a huge dick?” Sol asked this and it drew a puzzled expression from Ember.

“Are you referring to me being rather edgy from fatigue or the fact that my penis is very erect at the moment?” Ember asked with a surprising hint of genuine curiosity.

“A little of both?” Sol grin at him and Ember rolled his eyes as Vera poked his penis from the side, having clearly come down from her anger.

“Sorry about that, Ember.” Night Moon said as he got up from his drums.

“Yeah, well, I’ll hang around, but mostly because Final Cut is about to bring in her stuff for the studio. She said she also wanted to talk to you, Ember. You don’t really need to get dressed for that, either.” Sparky admitted this as she noticed that Ember and his father had more than one thing in common.

“If she’s willing to get comfortable in front of a fireplace, guess what, come one come all. So long as we can sleep.” Ember announced to all of them and Vera nodded with a very heavy, dismal sigh.

“Poor Vera.” Sol said with a surprising lack of sarcasm as she came up to the purplish blue bat pony. They were both rather short, so Sol simply curled up into her as the warm blonde girl clung to her with a smile and a kiss. Ember found this acceptable as he began to make his way back to the room and they started dismantling their setup.

Ember’s face hit the bed once again, and the pillow was chilled, much to his liking. As he did this, he felt three more figures hit the bed along with him. There was Strawberry Chocolate, his pink pegasus sister with a beautiful black mane and baby blue eyes. She was from the same parents, but she was also the child that their relationship ended on. Certain toxic entities needed to be removed from the equation, but in the end, only a bit of therapy was needed to assure Strawberry that she was not an unwanted child.

Ember opened one eye to see Strawberry was part of their little cuddle pile. Sol pulled a blanket over the three of them and then eyed her brother. “You know, you don’t need to lie there alone. If you’re uncomfortable with being naked…” She remarked as she pulled her clothing off and sat before all of them as a very red, female representation of her father. She was very sexy in her own way, and Sol wasn’t afraid to flaunt it.

“Why would you think you being naked would make me more comfortable with being naked? And you know I’m fully capable of getting dressed. I just don’t feel like it.” Ember began to pet Vera’s mane and she turned a beaming smile toward him. Both Strawberry and Sol looked at this with some strange sense of wonder, but they didn’t find it unfavorable.

“If you want, I could play a lullaby… I think I know one from Steam Horse.” Sol said, reaching over for her bass guitar, which was leaned onto the side of the bed.

“I think cuddles will do. They’re working so far.” Vera leaned her head into Sol’s chest, starting to give her nipples little kisses.

She was rather well endowed, though she couldn’t boast anything more generous than a D cup. Sol looked down at Vera with burning cheeks and joined her in nuzzling Ember’s hand.

“Don’t be a prude, Ember, you can feel up my boobs. Just don’t get too much of a hard on.” Neon Sol chuckled a little bit at this and he snored very loudly. As the fireplace lit ablaze all the sudden, all three of them looked at it. Strawberry Chocolate had to wonder at the size of this room and just how amazingly ambience it was. It was wooden floor with a paneling wall, much like older houses, but it also had very large windows and a bit cleaner of a sheen.

“He’s still hard.” Strawberry observed with a rolling of her eyes. “Does he know about you and—”

Sol shook her head very slowly with a very mean look on her face, especially when she eyed Vera. Strawberry’s eyes widened and they both looked at the bat pony.

“Why don’t we go cuddle by the marshmallow meadow over by the granulated sugar section…” Vera muttered before drifting off. Both of them sighed a very deep sigh of relief.

“No, Strawberry, and I’d like it to stay that way if you don’t mind. I’m a little fuzzy on why I told you in the first place but right now I’m regretting it a little.” Sol scowled at Strawberry as she whispered. “You’re very lucky our father claims you.”

“Charming, as always, dear sister. I don’t suppose Dusk knows about all of this?” She asked and Sol finally plopped her head onto the mattress and sighed.

“Let’s just go under the assumption that the choices I’ve made were all the wrong ones. I’m not going to say what I’m doing is right, but I will say that he has the cock of a God.” As soon as she said this, Strawberry’s mouth clamped up tight as she gazed at Sol. “Not to mention, he also eats me out and knows how to make me cum really hard.”

“Sweet weenies, girl! What has he done to you?” Strawberry asked this but Sol just shook her head, leaning it downward. “Hey, you know I don’t think less of you, right? It’s strange, but we’re still sisters and I still love you.” She pulled Neon Sol’s head into hers and leaned their foreheads together. They shared a nice moment together before the two of them ended up cuddling with Vera off to the side so she could sleep.

They cocooned themselves onto that enormous bed with a nice thin blanket as the sisters kept their cheeks together in front of the fireplace. With Vera and Ember finally huddled together on the top end, both Strawberry and Sol started to catch the heat coming from the flames on the wood. They weren’t sure where Prisma thought to get a brick fireplace, but after just dozing off in front of one, they could see the merit.

The pink mare ran her hand over the red pegasus mare’s fur. “You have such a beautiful coat. It’s like dad’s only a bit more…”

“Electric, vibrant, I’ve heard a few adjectives. I’d like to think it’s why he named me what he did. I’m a rare case where mom couldn’t think of a name for me. Weird to think she was the one who bought me the bass. She said it was because I mimed the guitar.” After Sol said this, Strawberry had to think for a moment.

“Wait, what? She saw you playing air guitar and so she got you a bass guitar?” The pink mare asked and the red mare nodded.

“Yeah, she said all the greatest bassists air guitar first. I don’t know.” She shrugged and Strawberry giggled. Sol strummed a few chords and Strawberry thought for a moment.

“Well, I think you turned out to be a great bassist. I can play the keyboards but I was wanting to do something a bit more exotic, like the mandoline or the accordion.” She paused for a second before looking at her and shrugging. “Dad got me into some weird music. Are we still going to see Two Lost Ponies?”

“I plan on it.” Sol thought for a little while, but it wasn’t worth the effort. That was when she rolled onto the bed and grabbed Strawberry with both of her arms. She was her older sister by about seven months and they had met at a younger age. Fable sired them through different mothers but Night Coder took them both with open arms and invited Strawberry over for every occasion, every year.

That didn’t stop Sol from rubbing around her tight ass and gripping what she could. Strawberry, the pretty pink pony grinned back toward the pink maned beauty. “What have I been hearing nonstop from you? You’re just so frustrated with your brother because he keeps hitting on you?”

“Yes, well, sometimes it wasn’t so much complaining, it was more me holding out without going all the way with it. Well, now,” Sol paused for a moment and Strawberry rolled her eyes.

“Well, obviously, with a cock like that, it wasn’t like it was a challenge from the start. Sol, you’re going to get yourself in just about as much trouble.” She couldn’t hold in a long moan as Sol began to work her thumb over the area in her pajama pants where her pussylips were kept behind very thin fabric.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m kind of weird.” Sol whispered in her ear and Strawberry pinched both of her sister’s nipples. “What–”

“Oh, don’t count yourself as unique.” Strawberry grinned toward her and began to rub her nipples through her shirt. She bit her lower lip and the two of them met in a kiss that lavished their tongues together.

They got their clothes off and soon latched onto each other's pussies. Without fail, Sol began to suck and lick all inside her tender folds and Strawberry made muffled moans against her petals as she engrossed herself with such lovely vaginal entrance. With a prodding tongue and a very stiff lick, she made sure that the pink haired beauty was nice and lubed before she gave up on oral fixations.

She wrestled Sol suddenly and her little sister was taken by surprise and yelped as Strawberry brought her over in something of a wrestling move. She pulled her onto her back and with a pull, brought her down. They touched labia lips. Sol’s eyes went very wide as Strawberry began to hump and grind against her.

Her gasp wasn’t the only one she heard, though. It wasn’t long before both of them eyed one another, then looked over at Vera, who twitched a bit. It was clear that she had been caught. The purple batpony looked over at the two of them with a meek expression as she revealed that she was rubbing her quivering pussy beneath the blanket.

“Sorry,” Vera looked like she wasn’t very sorry at all, and both of them caught onto it quickly. Both of them latched onto the cute little lady with the big boobs and a wet pussy that screamed for at least one of their tongues. “Oh, fuck! Don’t you fucking stop!” She tried her very hardest to keep her voice down and let Ember sleep, but that was a losing battle, so she put a pillow over her face.

Sol began to eat her pussy out and Strawberry couldn’t help but tongue her nipples while she twitched. The blonde batpony held onto Sol’s pink hair while smothering her face with a pillow, but leaning it into the side of Strawberry’s cheek. It was surprisingly comfortable for the elder sister.

They made Vera cum twice in very quick succession. The slightly plump batpony couldn’t stop loving Ember’s sisters as they tongued her mercilessly. Her pussy winked over and over again as she came a third time and Strawberry began to rub her clit as her pussy overflowed.

They finally let her plop over with a sigh.

There was a long silence as Sol and Strawberry groomed her beautiful mane and she sweated with a sweet smile on her face.

“Vera!” Dusk burst in, scaring all three of them half to death, but making Ember snore even louder. “You need to see this right now!”

“What? What’s going on? Dusk? What—” Vera sat up in bed between the two pegasi who looked at Dusk with a great deal of confusion and annoyance. Then he turned on the news and all three of them gawked in absolute astoundment and further confusion.

There was Midnight in what looked like a restaurant. She was sitting across the table from a familiar face. All of them gawked at the image of their friend and sister yelling at the camera as the one across from her frowned.

“Midnight?! Is that camera guy harassing them?” Vera asked and Dusk looked back at her with a sharp nod. His face was somewhat ecstatic for their sister, but then also quite worried.

“Prince Fraguer? Is this really for a world title? Is he the best?” Sol asked and Vera looked at her with pursed lips.

“Ember has fought him to a near standstill score in three gaming categories, but Fraguer has beaten him multiple times in first person shooters.” Vera gave her a bit of a worried look. “I don’t think he has ever beaten him in Demonhoof.”

“You saw it here first, folks! Looks like The Prince and a familiar face are going head to head in the upcoming tournament!” A young Hooftuber mare said as she started getting escorted out of the restaurant.

“You have got to be fucking with me…” Strawberry said, oblivious to the fact that all three of them were still naked. Seeing Midnight on the world news was a shock to the system and the universe seemed to make sense just a moment ago.

Measuring Up

When the Knights of Chaos were defunct, Midnight may or may not have gone into a great deal of depression. She’d wake up mornings, noticing neither Vera nor Dusk were home most of the time. Even when they were home, she didn’t talk to them. She’d spend time with Ember on rare occasions, and she’d go out to the gym for some rounds of kickboxing, but it all just seemed to be there. She couldn’t even game. Her home console, her VR system, even her portables were collecting dust. She didn’t even want to watch movies anymore.

With some money in the bank and no real options for anything else sounding good, Midnight decided to go on vacation. Even if she wanted to distance herself from gaming, she decided she liked the fashion and the vibe of Manehattan. It had a wonderful theater and a library she wished to pursue at some point.

It felt somewhat refreshing to be away from everything. She didn’t need to worry about when her siblings would get home or walk in her masturbating to her ASMR; don’t judge. Midnight felt so nice in her suite, she even watched a few of her childhood favorite movies and ate copious amounts of ice cream.

Desserts did nothing for her belly, and room service sounded too easy, so she went out. It didn’t take her long to find a restaurant that seemed nice enough. As she entered the front, there seemed to be some kind of commotion. There was a unicorn man standing at the front counter and all of the girls around him seemed to gawk and drool over him. It was to the point where Midnight was ashamed to even be the same gender as these knobs.

She got a look at the man, and while he was very handsome with his aquamarine fur and slick, bright green mane, this level of tongue wagging was setting them back years.

“Sil vou plait, I am only here to dine before my appointment in two hours. I am limited on time. Could I please be shown to a table?” He asked and the girls all began to squeal.

“But it’s you! Sir, I can’t tell you what an honor it is to have you here. If you’ll give us just a moment, we can give you our VIP room!” The hostess said as her counterparts began to nod.

“Yes, can you please sign my chest?” She asked, thankfully, she didn’t flash him her modest breasts, or else Midnight would have stepped in with a chewing. It was to the point where she was starting to feel for this man.

“Listen, I do not wish to impose on anyone and I do not want special treatment. I am here to feed my belly. That is all.” He sighed. His suit was quite nice, and not very flashy. It was a simple dark gray with a light blue undershirt that Midnight quite liked. His style was cool, it seemed.

“Look, if I register it under my name, can I get a regular table and let him sit with me? I like the smell of this place and I’d like to try it, if you don’t mind. I think he’d like to try it too.” Midnight burst in on the conversation, trying to gain up some sort of communication that they would register.

The man looked at her with some astonishment, even muttering the words, “Mon dieu…” He looked at her from head to hoof, as if to confirm something. The stallion unicorn turned back toward the hostess and the rest of the staff with a very similar expression as Midnight’s.

It took no time at all for them to show them to a table that was out of the way and it was clear that the Prince’s smile was genuine. At first, she thought he may have been checking out her curves. Her large breasts were quite perky that morning and dress she wore was semi-formal, but showed off quite a bit of leg, while the blouse showed her bust quite well.

The stallion was, however, gazing toward her face a little, but not to the level of discomfort. It was, however, noticeable.

“Do I know you?” Midnight asked, suddenly seeming to recall his colors. It suddenly dawned on her, as she had seen a small boy online, when she was younger, playing Demonhoof one, and beating the whole game with seemingly impossible skill.

“I would assume so, Mademoiselle. Mon nom est Fraguer de Charlotte Romarin, Prince of Prance. I am here on… holiday, as you say?” She widened her eyes at him even more as she was putting it all together.

“You’re… Prince Fraguer… You’re DemoneTueur?!” She dropped her jaw to the table where they sat as he nodded.

“Oui, I am the demon killer of Prance and I have come to take part in not only merriment but also the tournament happening in three days at the Manehattan Orchard. I am so happy to finally meet one of such beauty in the Equestrian Gaming League, such as yourself, mon frere. You are… oh, pardon moi, I do not remember names very well. Equestrian names especially, they are tres etrange… oh I mean, very strange.”

Her cheeks were to the point where her blood darkened all of it to a beet red and a single lock of hair swung down over the middle of her face. Was this guy real? This couldn’t be real, he must have been acting. Who wouldn’t act like a Prince of Prance, speak in such a luxurious accent and have charm oozing out of his personality?

“Ah, you are Midnight, oui?” He snapped his fingers and her eyes widened even more. “Yes! You are the Chaos Axel. I see you on the hooftube, you are tres belle, tres bon. So fabulous, you play!” He announced loud enough that some others in nearby tables began to take subtle notice.

She looked from him, then to the other patrons and blinked, trying to think of a way to react to this in some intelligent manner. She was fried, though.

“May I take drink orders?” A very excited staff member asked and she held up her finger.

“Wine, lot’s of it.” She said, not exactly knowing where that came from, but making him gasp with absolute delight.

“Oui! You heard mon ami. Your finest wine!” He proclaimed and she couldn’t melt in her seat fast enough for some sort of escape. This was all too surreal. As the waitress scurried off for the order, he gasped at her again. “My lady, but this is wonderful! You must face me! You must fight me in the game of Demonhoof 9! We must make a spectacle!”

“NO!” She shouted, suddenly shocked, uncomfortable and clearly wriggling in her seat with anxiety. “No! Let’s not…” She cleared her throat and waved to other patrons that everything was fine as they looked. “Let’s not get into that, please. I’m not with the Knights of Chaos anymore. I’m not… I’m not playing games right now. It’s been a long couple of years.”

Midnight looked exhausted just from the thought of ever going back into a high octane gaming event with buzzing lights and fans as she tried to concentrate on an overhyped, over expensive game.

“Mon frere, what is wrong?” Fraguer asked as he used his horn to light up. He lifted her napkin from in front of her and dabbed into her crystal glass of water. He began to swipe it, glowing with a purple energy, making her blink.

The cold water did something to her. Somehow, it did have a sharp, comforting, calming effect on her and she found that she was able to breathe.

“I have been having trouble with games as of late.” She put it simply for him, not wanting to relive any of that, not so close to it. It was a comfort when the waitress and a few assistants not only brought them wine, but also a plate of chips and fancy little spinach cakes.

Wine helped her a bit further. The expensive, alluring scent of the wine made her breathe a little easier.

“My lady, you are in a terrible state. I am so sorry that I have brought about this horrible time for you. I do not wish to make you uncomfortable.” He said before she sighed with relief.

“Oh my God! It is them!” One girl came up to them with her phone out and recording them. “Hey! Prince Fraguer! Are you excited about the tournament?! Is she going to be your first opponent! Axel!? Where have you been?! The internet thought you were dead!”

“Hey! Get that phone away from me! What is wrong with you!?” Midnight pointed at her and demanded. Then she blinked and looked off to the side. “What? Dead? Really? Have they no sense of object permanence?”

“Mon frere! This is an outrage!” The Prince stood up and shouted, snapping his fingers. “Manager! Waitress! This is unacceptable! I am having a meal and a conversation with the lovely lady! Have this woman removed!”

“No! Come on! The world wants to know!” She looked very dismayed as two larger waiters came from the back and eyed her dangerously.

“Hey! Stop recording! Do not upload that!” Midnight shouted, pointing at her as she was being escorted away but still struggling to keep the phone on them.

“Sorry! This is live streaming! My channel has over two hundred thousand followers, but not after today!” She screamed with such excitement as she was almost dragged to the front of the restaurant.

Midnight. Was. Mortified.

As the Prince shouted at the staff for such dereliction in duties and terrible service, she leaned back and took a very large drink of her wine. The moment she stepped one hoof out of her room, and this nonsense plows its way into her life.

“I will not dine in this restaurant! Give me the bill for the wine!” Fraguer finally concluded, and that was it. They gave him the wine gratis, and offered their sincerest apology, which he accepted and then turned to her. “My dear, I am so sorry this happened to you. Please, let me make it up to the pretty lady.” He offered her his hand and she looked at him with a solemn stare. She eyed him, then eyed his hand.

She took his hand, rose to her feet, and then drained what was left of her glass. Then she gave his hand a gentle squeeze and shook her head.

“No, thank you, Prince Fraguer. I’m just here for myself.” She nodded to him and then turned to depart.

He gazed at her as she left, his hands going to the pockets of his slacks. As she pushed open the door and walked out the entrance, she turned, giving him a glance and a tiny smile.

His eyebrows rose.

Ooooo

She was an idiot, once again. Why didn’t she take him up on his offer? Why was she acting so proud? She might even have some fun for a change, but there was always that barrier. Midnight thought of Vera and how she found her place with Ember as a game developer, then she thought of Dusk, who was making headway into the gaming and music world. What was she doing?

She’d spent the first part of her life, thinking she needed to be the biggest sibling because she was the oldest. Then, there was no one. She had a thought with Ember, but she never truly found companionship with anyone else. Strip Midnight of her siblings, then what was left? Was she an empty shell at this point?

She sat at a bar, her glass filled with more wine. She couldn’t find a very good vintage, not like the one at the restaurant, but it did its job. Midnight didn’t need luxury, she didn’t need fame, maybe she just needed a quiet hole to crawl into. She couldn’t quite retire, but she could find some other way of making money. In her position, it wasn’t hard. She did love acting.

Before she could even fathom trying to start a film career, there came a familiar voice out of seemingly nowhere. “Midnight!”

Thinking a crazed male fan saw her and was about to bombard her with autograph pleas, she saw a very familiar face. “Shadow?”

Red Shadow, tall, slightly muscled and sporting short gray hair with red fur, he smiled at her as he approached her at the bar. Behind him was another slightly familiar face. It was Vanilla Soda, and suddenly she was taken back to her amateur days of only playing for fun.

Cyberpunk was an old school name in gaming, and he created a team that turned out to be allies when they needed them most. The Green Wizards formed and they were quite the amazing bunch of gamers. Sadly, she found herself falling out of touch with them even before all of the madness occurred with the Knights of Chaos.

“Midnight! It is so good to see you’re okay! We saw you this morning!” She proclaimed and hugged her. “I totally commented that bitch should have left you alone. Seriously, she’s lost, like, a hundred subscribers already because of her stupid little stunt.”

She eyed Vanilla, who nodded that it was very true.

“Dude, that bitch seriously is getting hammered in the comments. I said the Prince should have slapped her. It’s not really true but it sounds bad enough.” Shadow shrugged and then embraced her as a friend. “I knew you weren’t dead and I tried to tell people that, but that rumor spread so damn fast. I mean, you did kind of fall the face of the planet.” He said before Vanilla punched his arm with an ugly look.

She was a cream colored fur with a light brown hair that seemed to glisten so naturally. She was a Crystal Pony and she had such a beautiful, natural luster and her body was quite shapely. Midnight couldn’t help but notice that her breasts were not only large, but very round.

“What he means to say is, we understand why you wanted to get away from the scene. Anyone under those circumstances would have. We were just so worried about you and you weren’t answering anyone.” Vanilla and Shadow sat down beside her as she nodded and sighed.

“I know, and I’m sorry. I haven’t even talked to Ember or Prisma since then. I’ve texted Vera and Dusk… a few times…” She said and both Shadow and Vanilla looked at one another, clearly worried.

“Midnight, honey, this is not healthy behavior. The reason the internet thinks you were dead is because they care about you in some shallow way, but even that only means you’re a good person and everyone knows it.” Vanilla held her hand and the bat pony gripped hers.

“Yeah, you can join the Green Wizards. Cyberpunk wouldn’t say no.” Shadow offered and Vanilla nodded.

“No, but thank you. I don’t know if I want to get back into gaming at all, honestly. Now that I look at it, it was something people thought defined me and there’s something uncomfortable about that.” Midnight had another long drink as Vanilla ordered a lemon sour whiskey and Shadow ordered a beer.

“No, they didn’t.” Shadow said and drew both of their looks. He looked at them both as the bartender opened his beer and handed it to him. He took a long swig and at this point, both girls were unamused at the theatrics. “They saw you as a bad bitch girl who played by the rules because she felt like it. When you were on that race track, you were so dominant, you literally jumped out of your car and tackled a player for hitting you from behind.”

The sudden image came back to all three of them and Midnight was only slightly embarrassed. That bastard had it coming.

“Yes! Midnight, every single gamer who played against you and hit on you should be a sign that people not only love you, but are very attracted to you.” Vanilla said, and both of them wondered if she was aware of her own place in the gaming world. “That’s not just looks, dear. That bitch Feather Drift didn’t have that kind of fuckability no matter how many curves or fake boobs she put on. Not to mention you’re—”

Midnight’s look immediately silenced Vanilla as she spoke and Shadow stopped drinking and looked at them both. That expression was sharp, with a furrowed brow and a very harsh demeanor.

“What?” Shadow asked and Midnight turned the look on him, immediately clamming him up.

“For me to know.” Midnight said, simply. Shadow had no more questions on the subject. She looked down at her nearly empty glass as the bartender offered more. She took her drink and then shook her head, laying five bits on the bar. “Well, thank you both for the words of encouragement. I’m sure the gaming world doesn’t need me anymore, though. Ember, Vera and Dusk are doing just fine without me.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Vanilla asked and this drew a puzzled look. “Have you not seen the headlines?”

Midnight’s jaw went completely slack as she brought up her phone screen. The internet was buzzed, her accounts were full to bursting with messages and her picture was suddenly plastered on every gaming journo site from the Racing Game enthusiasts to the Demonhoof zealots, all blazing news of Prince Fraguer vs Axel.

“You’ve got to be fucking with me…” Midnight rolled her eyes and sighed. “Why in the hell does everyone think we were there for a meeting about the tournament? I barely knew the tournament was even here before I arrived! It was an afterthought!”

Both ponies pursed their lips. The earth pony looked at the crystal pony, and they drank their respective beverages. This only seemed to be getting worse the more they talked about it.

“So, what brings you two to Manehattan?” Midnight asked as she leaned her cheek into her palm and eyed them both. They eyed one another once again.

“We’re here for the tournament, of course! We’re in the Equestrian Division tournament. We’re not in the World Division. Well, not unless we get to the finals.” Vanilla shrugged, still wondering about it, since both Cyberpunk and Kane were said to be there. Kane, of course, was well known in the music and gaming scene. He was also taken down a peg or two in his very angry gaming career, but even Midnight had to admit, he had a very raw speed and ferocity to his gameplay.

“Yeah, and well, we’re going to a party here in a little while, if you were interested.” Shadow said and this drew a puzzled look from the bat pony, who was just wondering where she would go, if not locking herself in her room until the train left for Ranchtown in a week. “Come on, Midnight, you need to cut loose and this is a private party with zero screaming fans.”

“It’s all of the high end players, so it’s not like you’re going to get turned away.” As Vanilla spoke, Midnight blinked. Both of them thought that this was a lost cause, but then she stood up from the stool.

“Alright, fine, let’s go to the party.” Midnight said, and both of their eyes went as wide as clock faces. There was a very long pause between the three of them, and the bat pony eyed them one after the other. “Well? Where is it?”

OOooo

It was to go on until the tournament night. Staff members and even party goers were doing it in shifts and the whole thing was broadcast to the Hooftube gaming community who longed for VIP passes to such a huge exploit, brought to you by Amber Cat.

It was coming to the evening, and the first day of the party was already off the chain. There were seventy five in attendance and three hundred some odd highly influential gamers with passes for this party that anyone would give their mane to be in. There were very loud speakers, a DJ, lights shining across a dark room of neon streaks and games. There were arcade cabinets, dancing, music, food and booze.

The beats bumped against the speakers and people played games of all kinds. There were VR games, retro games, and many of them were plastered across huge screens so people could watch them on the high walls while they partied.

All of this excitement, and Regal was standing as a guard. The behemoth of a changeling stood and watched as young and beautiful Hooftubers got themselves drunk and stupid while either gaming or attempting to dance. It all seemed so mundane at that point.

Everyone had a story, of course, and his kept seeing losses. After a long, beautiful, if not troubled relationship with his boyfriend, he caught eyes with someone he couldn’t relate to. Then, after she saw him profess his love to her, she decided she needed time to think.

She never gave a reason, but she didn’t need to. Regal understood, at least to some degree. His muscles were bulging and he was far taller than nearly everyone in the room, aside from a former pro basketball player turned video game basketball player. He’d been in and out of relationships and it showed him one thing. Sometimes, it was just time to move on.

One young Hooftuber, whom he actually recognized, bumped into him and it was clear that his head hit a rock solid wall with his abs. He put his hand on his stomach and rubbed it slightly, then looked down at the young man who looked up at him.

“Oh! Monsieur, I am so sorry.” He said before putting his hand on his head. “Sacrebleu, you are made of stone?”

“Um, no, but my father was a stone.” Regal said with a cheeky grin that returned to a neutral state. “No worries, but if you don’t mind me asking, didn’t you play the new BloodCount and set that record?” He asked and the Prince nodded.

“Oui, I did, it was a fun time. I am happy I did it, but I wish I could have gotten better scores on each level. Killing creatures while skipping and running through the levels, it is mentally draining.” The Prince said with a chuckle and Regal nodded, having spent nights on especially troublesome video games.

“Alright, Gamers! Time to get out of the basement, but it’s not time to touch grass!” The speakers sounded out with a female voice that resonated throughout the entire place. The word “grass” echoed until it started saying “ass” with her sound effects. “It’s time to tune into Foxy Pony Foxtrot Alpha Beta Maxima! Just call me Foxy.”

The DJ sounded out and there was a loud applause from the dancefloor, which had people with all of the neon glow sticks and bracelets. Many of them had drinks and there were spills.

“Sweet! Love the energy, guys! Keep it up! Let’s take a big flashback with some Techno beats from your parents that still get the electricity flowing!” She played some remixed 90’s techno electric dubstep. She prided herself in her music and the orange pony girl wore her snazziest sunglasses as she flipped on another vinyl.

“I must say, this party is exactly what I needed. I have been so stressed with fans ruining my day. I only wanted to eat somewhere quietly and talk to a girl, but it was ruined.” The Prince lamented and Regal widened his eyes. “Oui, mon ami, une tres belle fille. She walked away and I am very sad. I only wanted to play the video games and find my new path without the help from my father, comprend?”

Regal nodded to him, wondering how a Prince such as him would worry about one girl, when he had enough money and power to literally grasp royalty. He was not the crown Prince, as that was his brother, Fromage Romarin. He also, famously, denied the crown as Fromage offered it to him.

“Yeah, I get it. Believe me, sometimes I party a little too hard.” Regal was not lying in the slightest.

“Oui, you are… how you say… homme fort! Very big, indeed, Monsieur…” He asked, and Regal introduced himself, as did Fraguer de Charlotte Romarin. “Yes, I am aware, it the mouthful to say.”

As he was done speaking, both he and Regal saw a sight to behold as the doors opened once again. There came a changeling, much like himself, but she was big in a much different way. Her tits were the size of small yoga balls. They hung forward in a very small tank top and drew many eyes from the small crowd. She walked in with a griffon at her side, who was a bit shorter, gray with a black beak.

“Monsieur Regal, are all of your race so large? I do not mean to be insensitive but, Marie mere dieu!” The Prince’s jaw hit the floor as Vespa hit the floor.

As soon as she locked eyes with the Prince, she went still and took Providence’s hand. As the griffon obviously consoled her, she couldn’t help but approach him with hands on her mouth.

“What should I…” Regal whispered toward Fraguer and he shook his head, at a loss.

“Oh my God! You’re him! I’m sorry! I don’t mean to geek out!” Vespa’s cheeks went red as she bounced on her hooves. Her tits flopped and the Prince’s eyes obviously followed them, as did Regal’s. “Please! I’m sorry for being such a nerd but,” her tits were immediately exposed and her nipples caused a big outcry of lust and cheers from the crowd. “Please! Sign my titties! You can sign them as big as you want! Make it out to Vespa and Providence, if you would.”

“I… Je… uuhh.. Oui, mademoiselle” He began to check his pockets before Regal handed him a marker pen. He took it with a nod to him. “Merci…”

As his pen went across the breasts, he made sure to include his entire name, as it fit without issue. He seemed to do so rather slowly. Regal offered to take a video with his phone but Providence was already on it. His signature was very slow and very precise, as his handwriting was immaculate.

“Thank you! That’s so cool! The Frag-Master signed my tits!” Vespa’s boobs jiggled more as she bounced once again and the Prince handed Regal back his marker with a nod. “Thanks! See you at the tournament!” She waved to him as she went off into the party with Providence.

“Monsieur Griffon, sil vou plait…” The Prince stopped them both and pulled Providence to the side. To the Griffon’s astonishment, he gave him his private social media names, and his phone number. He understood that this was especially privileged information and only under the condition that he sent Fraguer that video.

As the two ran off in excitement, both Regal and Fraguer were left, both of their pants bulging to obscene degrees. They stood there, nonchalant for a moment with deep breaths.

“Regal, mon ami, will you join me at the cabinets?” He asked, motioning toward the many arcade games in the other side of the stadium-like room, toward where the strange couple ran. The large changeling blinked for a moment, then looked down at the aquamarine unicorn man. His hair was so suave and his cologne matched his personality and debonair style.

“You’re the boss.” He shrugged and they went on to play Blood Tournament 3: Nightmare Curse.

As they started up the game, however, both of them were very well aware that there were two moving figures behind the cabinets. At first, they didn’t pay attention to this. Fraguer picked the ice pony, Frostbite, who took his stance with a frosted aura around his body. Regal picked Dominin, the brute war horse in armor.

As the first round began, both of them were little taken off guard as they heard a girl’s voice behind the cabinet. “Can you fucking believe he did that?” As both of them looked to see what was behind the game, both of them saw two very large, familiar, hulking tits.

They looked on either side of the cabinet, and Regal got the best vantage point, as the streaming lights on the floor revealed her body in a glow. Vespa was knelt in front of Providence, sucking his cock and massaging her tits as she did, getting her arms around them and trying to flatten her nipples.

“I know! That video is going to go viral.” He said back and both Regal and Frag looked at one another with raised eyebrows.

They tried to keep concentrated, but both of them were making terrible mistakes as she wrapped her tits around his cock and began to jerk him with both of them. His dick disappeared from within them and he began to breathe as both of them met in a lustful kiss over her mammaries.

“God! Prov! Fuck me hard!” She suddenly couldn’t stand it. Her thong came into view for both men, which rode up her ass crack and was soaking wet. He had no problems sliding into the thong with his cock penetrating her from that angle. She held her hand to her mouth as she tried to stifle a cry of passion.

He rode her from behind as he tits smashed against the floor and she was pumped full of nice birdman cock. His feline instincts to mate very hard were taking over and he pumped her harder.

“Providence! Honey! Not so hard! I’m going to be—mmmm!” She covered her mouth and only rode him harder as she backed into his cock at the same speed. Her words said one thing but her body wanted him to fuck her like a great big tittied whore in near plain sight of gamers.

Strangely, though, only three seemed to notice. Regal, Fraguer and one other right beside the changeling. It took him a moment to notice her but she was also enjoying the show quite a bit. To his surprise, it was the DJ, who was at a rail shooter zombie game with a pistol toy gun in her hands. She was having to press continue every so often as her character continuously was being bitten and sliced to death.

The orange pony girl with the beautiful blue hair tipped her fake sunglasses downward. They had no real shade to them, they just looked reflective in the front. She had on a silver buret with a sparkling silver jacket over a not neon pink skirt.

“Hi! I see you like some of the better things.” Kitsune said as she watched the griffon ride the changeling girl to the point of pumping hot cum into her labia folds. “At least, he does.” She said, directing his attention to the fact that he was near bursting from his black pants. Even as dark as it was in the room and with pitch black slacks, his giant, neon green cock was very noticeable.

“He’s got a mind of his own.” Regal said, waving to Providence and Vespa, who were sneaking out of their side of the arcades.

“Hey, sorry for the noise.” Vespa said as her pussy dripped out of her thong, which was barely clad in very short shorts.

“Hey, thanks for the show.” He commented while Fraguer nodded his agreement with a, “merci beaucoup.”

“Damn, girl, where do you get those inflated?” Kitsune asked and Vespa gave her a scowl.

The tits popped out of her top as she willed them to grow halfway bigger. As they reached the size of beanbag chairs, she put her hands on her head and did a pose. “Wherever I want.”

Vespa waved to them as she went with Providence, not even bothering to put her top back on, merely picking up from the ground as she returned her tits to normal size of harp seals.

“Why so down?” Kitsune asked as Regal and Fraguer began pummeling one another in the game. Back and forth, it was clear that they both played this type of game casually, but it was growing a tiny bit competitive. “You look frazzled a little bit.”

“Oui, mademoiselle, it is clear he has been hurt. I saw it in his eyes as I spoke of my frustrations.” He spoke in his French accent and Kitsune leaned over the cabinet to notice who Regal was playing with.

“Is that Prince Fraguer?” She asked, and Regal leaned back to move his bulky body away from her view. The green haired stallion waved to her for a moment before returning to the buttons and joystick. “Wow! Talk about a chance meeting, am I right? You two getting ramped up for the tournament?”

“I’m not participating.” Regal admitted and the Prince shrugged.

“I am excited, I suppose. It is a nice looking game that I have yet to play. Though, non videogame will replace Demonhoof 2: Le Roi des Yeux Démoniaques, or, The Demon Eye King. It is so beautiful in its crude graphics and I cannot stop remembering playing it in my little PJ’s as a petit garcon.” The Prince reminisced and Regal couldn’t help but remember playing War Horse 3 in his grade school years, conquering territories with armies and building cities of battle.

“Yeah, you know, Prince, for a royal guy, you’re pretty awesome. I’m a pretty decent bodyguard, you know.” Regal admitted and the Prince chuckled.

“You’re hired, Monsieur Regal.” He said simply.

Both Regal and Kitsune gave him a look as the screen on their game went darker and the Prince stabbed icicles through his body in a very morbid death scene. It took a moment on the character select screen for Fraguer to realize that they were both staring at him.

“Quel est le problème?” He asked, not really meaning to speak French but Regal could put it in context.

“You seriously just hired me?” He asked, and the Prince shrugged.

“Do you want the job?” He asked back and Regal raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” He said, making Kitsune’s eyes widen.

“Then, oui, you are hired, mon ami.” The Prince with with the thunder horse who had the hammer.

“Wow! That’s cool!” Kitsune said as she seemed giddy just to be there for this. That was when she felt another large body loom over her. There was a dark red hand that went down to pick up the other gun and point it at the screen.

Kitsune turned to see Kane on the other controller, obviously having arrived at the party recently. He was another soul that was hard to miss. His entire demeanor drooled confidence, but the grin he passed her way made her skin crawl.

“What’s up, lads and ladies. This where the real party’s at?” Kane asked, drawing Regal’s sidelong gaze and Fraguer’s twitched eyebrow. “What’s up, doll? Why you dying so much?”

“I’m more talking to these gentlemen, if you must know.” Kitsune muttered and Kane chuckled.

“Monsieur Regal, if you are to accompany me in public, I must ask that you learn French.” The Prince said and Regal looked at him as it was clear he was growing slightly rigid. “I must find ways of communication that others cannot detect when I say, “L'ennemi est proche.” Regal caught the word “enemy” and nodded.

“What? Some silverspoon royal geek and a two bit bodyguard?” As soon as he spoke, Regal and Fraguer locked eyes. “Get with the picture, if you want to interview someone for your little radio show, try a real gamer.”

Kane’s demeanor caused a few heckling whistles from some onlookers, but most of those around the games tended to either ignore him or pass him glances.

“Yeah, well, I’m on break.” Kitsune said as she shot down two more zombies, but then was annoyed as he started shooting all of them before she even had a chance. This continued and she tossed down her gun into its metal holster on the cabinet. “Thanks for the good time.” She said with a very sour expression toward him and before she could turn, two things happened in very quick succession before she even noticed.

Kane reached for her arm and nearly took her by the wrist, but Regal’s hand, slightly larger, grasped his forearm and smashed it against the glass of the arcade screen. The picture went fuzzy in many spots and the glass was spider webbed with a bit of red on the cracks.

She turned to see the two large males standing before one another in a showdown of some sort and the Prince took several steps back, but not in fear. He put himself in front of the lady.

“Hey! You little bastard! What do you—”

“You don’t touch anyone without their say-so, and the only game you can play now is the handle on the door when you get the fuck out!” Regal roared, drawing attention from everyone in the room.

Kane was no slouch in his muscles and his size, but he was clearly half a foot shorter. Were he any smaller, the horse of a pony would have already charged him, but Regal obviously knew what he was doing. He was ripped and his shirt was too, as he flexed out all of his muscles.

“You wanna go, twinkle-toes?” Regal growled toward him with his fangs bare and his fist punching his own palm. The challenge was accepted, but not before a large ray of light formed behind Regal.

To everyone’s terror, Prince Fraguer’s face was a mask of concentration and anger as his horn began to glow and shine. Before Kane could do anything, Regal moved out of his way and Kane was met with a hard blast of magic straight into his chest and abdominal region. His shirt was torn, his mouth spat hard and he attempted to take in a deep breath, but was marred as his diaphragm was caved in. He landed face first into the floor, onto his knees and he retched as if to vomit.

It didn’t take long before the rest of security saw that the threat was nullified and decided to move in to take Kane from the premises. It took a moment to calm down, but Regal held Fraguer’s hand as he kept his balance. He whispered his gratitude and the large changeling nodded with a shrug.

“No, I should be thanking you. That was some powerful magic you did there.” Regal admitted and this was followed by stark agreement.

“Yeah, that was awesome! Thank you both!” Kitsune said as she took Regal’s hand. “I can’t thank you enough for helping with that creep. He was starting to grate on my nerves.” She said and both of them looked over toward the Prince.

“Mon ami,” he said as he put his hand on the broken glass that still had the blood drying on top of it. “Tell your manager, if you wish to, that you are going with me. I wish to purchase this arcade cabinet especially. You will do this, sil vou plait?”

“Sure, I’ll have them gift wrap it.” He said and began to chuckle as the Prance Prince gave him an odd look. That odd look suddenly turned to the opening door, and his face melted into a look of utter amazement.

“Mon dieu…” He whispered as he saw her beautiful form. The gray furred, purple haired girl he saw before. She was there with two others. They accompanied her and while the bright cream colored pony was also very lovely, she shined like a bat angel, an angel of the night to him as his heart began to race. “Mon chéri, she has arrived…”

“Prince Fraguer? Are you alright?” Kitsune asked as she looked around toward the door and saw Midnight, along with Red Shadow and Vanilla Soda, all of them prominent members of the EGL. “Oh, wow! The Green Wizards got Midnight to join? That’s awesome! This tournament’s going to be great! Are you—” She turned around and saw that he was gone, already making his way toward her. Both she and Regal watched him go, as if in a trance.

“Wow, someone’s got it bad.” Kitsune observed and he chuckled. That was when her arm went all the way around his lower pelvis. “Speaking of having it bad…”

Regal looked down at her and the anxiety boner the whole ordeal had created. All of the excitement was back down and the others had gone back to their gaming, relieved that the nuisance had been taken care of. He looked at her solemnly, and all of the other things started to show up on his face.

“Hey, don’t worry,” Kitsune said as she put her hand on his chin. She tipped his face up toward hers as he was looking downward, and her glasses slipped down the bridge of her snout as she gave him a little wink. “It’s a party, you’re supposed to be having fun. You’ve got a new job and everything’s looking up, right?”

Regal nodded to her and she slipped into his large, hard but warm embrace. “Then don’t let it ruin this. Okay?” Kitsune asked and he thought for a long moment.

While he was thinking, she moved him with her to the staff area. She had her own dressing room with all of her luggage and her extra equipment. Kitsune gave him a nice long moment to think as she unveiled his massive dong that she had to grip with both hands in one place. He was horse shaped and her hands went across his medial ring, as did her tongue.

She opened her jacket to reveal her breasts to him as she gazed into his eyes and sucked all long his shaft. Kitsune did not disturb him, and he was pulsing hard as her mouth barely fit over his head and began to lick. She cupped his bulging balls, massaging them delicately as she slid her breasts along his length and licked just under his glans.

Regal did think. He thought quite a bit, in fact. All of those days that he wasted trying to salvage relationships that didn’t need it, and all of those times he tried to bring about a relationship he wanted, it was a soulless waste of breath. Why did it matter? He was living a good life, and now he could possibly go another route with it. Did his employment with the Prince mean a full employment or just for the tournament? Did it matter right then?

She was very tight. As she lifted her leg up onto the vanity, she gave him an inviting smile as he approached her from behind and grasped her by the thigh. He was strong, but he was so gentle. She was puddy in his hands as his cock began to open her hole and rub its way inward.

She went cross-eyed, his fat horse cock pulsed within her with just his head. Kitsune was stretched as her pussy hole molded to his shape and he thrust gently. She gasped and saw herself in the mirror as the big strong hulking stallion began to fuck her with just half of his dick. The medial ring sloshed against her pussy and she suddenly came with a high pitched squeal!

She was very tight for him and he finally got most of his cock in for a good fit as she spread her legs as far as she could. Kitsune was a sweating mess as he kept pulling her hips into his cock with every thrust and she thought she may have seen the stars above in her vision. He rubbed every pore of her pussy and assaulted her cervix, making her gush over his cock once again. She screamed a bit into the mirror, making a large patch of fog on it.

He even played with her asshole as he continued to dip deep into her cunt, she somehow tightened more over him as her orgasm intensified and she cried out.

“Regal! Oh my God! Fuck me until my pussy is mush and my brains melt! Oh my fucking pussy loves your big throbbing dick!” She begged him and he complied with some gusto. She couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of him filling every crevice she possessed within her sheath.

The cum he pumped into her soon made it onto the floor and the edge of the vanity’s surface. He started pulsing wads of semen and she began to whisper how he could take such advantage of a poor defenseless girl who wanted his cock so badly. “You’re pure evil and I love it!” She finally said, but then dropped her head back down onto the surface. “Please tell me you have a phone number!”

Regal chuckled at this and nodded. He suddenly slipped out of her as a white load dropped in two glops onto the floor. She sighed with such horrible and amazing relief. The feeling of him exiting was like taking a party out of her pussy, but the liberation made her break out in goosebumps.

“Thank you, you know, for all of this…” He said with a sincere smile and she looked at him as he pushed her chair up behind her knees and pulled her to sit in the seat. Then he turned on her little fan by the mirror. She sighed once again and closed her eyes as she felt the cool air against her fur.

“No, thank you, really, I mean it.” She said to him through gasps as she turned to and fro in her swivel very slowly. “It’s nice to know there are big strong stallions with good hearts out there.” She leaned forward to him and gave him a kiss as she sat on the chair, only able to reach his low-hanging cock that had just been relieved of weeks of stress. She gave it three very distinct kisses and grinned up toward him.

Brutal Tactics

He had no idea what to do in that instance. He was privileged with everything, from his money, to his power and fame that came with it. He was not, however, going to approach a lady with the mindset that she was there for him. Midnight was troubled, she did not want to play in the game and he was only bringing her unwanted attention.

Prince Fraguer ached, though. He was stuck in a world of his own making, as he saw her as a beacon. She was a beacon he could view from afar, but never approach without knowing where her heart truly lied. His only solution was to get in line for the VR game.

As the other viewed him, they backed up a bit. One of them was a taller, skinny pony with a Demonhoof V shirt on, while the one beside him was short, quite tubby, but no less astounded to see him. “Your highness!” He said with obvious startled mannerisms. Fraguer smiled at this as if it were adorable.

“Non, I am not of this country, and you are not my subject. I am a player here, just like the two of you. You may call me Prince or Prince Fraguer, as you wish. Thank you for the respect, of course.” He nodded to him and both of them stepped out of his way as they smiled and beamed at him.

“Please, go on ahead.” He turned and then shouted to all of them in line. “Hey! Prince Frag is gonna munch some devil flesh!” There were several eyes on him and there were more who stood out of his way. “Dude! Move!” He said to some others who looked hesitant.

They stood out of his way and he nodded his thanks to them.

Midnight looked at all of the games, all of the drinks and all of the gamers who thought they could dance. The dance floor was a little more empty, as the night was beginning and more and more of them were getting tired. The games were packed with ponies and some of them viewed her with waves of their hands and even a few invitations.

The name “Axel” kept echoing through the crowd as the music started back up and the DJ took the stage once again. She couldn’t help but notice that she sounded a bit winded and even reluctant to move in some ways. The music became loud once again and the gray bat pony sighed.

She took in the atmosphere and she couldn’t help but grow a bit of a prickle in her arms as she remembered the arcades her and her siblings used to frequent. Her mother would take them to gaming conventions and that was basically how she came into this scene in the first place. It all ran through her in that moment as she looked out at the crowd that either revered her, accepted her, or lied in wait to challenge her.

“Dude! It’s Fragger! It’s DemonTer!” A voice said, pronouncing it completely wrong and drawing a look of annoyance from Midnight.

Still, she looked up to the screen to see him in his custom armor that was black as the night itself with molten lava like cracks all through the metal. He also held his signature double-barreled shotgun with the skull-head laser scope that he never used.

The face plate visor was blood red and he stood in a hellscape that belched fire all around him. The brimstone and the distant geysers of lava surrounded him as he came up to a level with a stairway of bone leading to a tower of fire. Within seconds, the ghouls began to come from the ground, filthy and blood red skinned. As soon as they stood up, he fired his shotgun once and took down three of them. They burned into a puff of ghoul pieces as he popped open the gun and jammed two more shells into it.

Midnight’s eyes widened as she saw him jump from his position and rain shells down on yet another group of them. Then came a charging beast with a head made of long demon horns. Its maw opened as it charged with its jaws open until he loaded the grenade attachment onto his shotgun and fired.

The grenade exploded horns everywhere, busting the armored face into cracks and finishing him off with a powerful burst of shells right into his face. The head of horns was blown apart and the demon bull thing dropped to the rocks at his feet as large soldier demons began to charge in with their own shotguns.

Midnight was quite taken by his technique in strafe shooting, jumping and his use of his fiery sword. He pulled the sword from his back and lodged it down into a demon shotgunner’s head before blasting him along with the one behind him. He reloaded uncannily fast, as if he’d practiced the motion twenty million times before and with such succession that when he ran out of shells, he switched straight to the chaingun.

Ponies cheered as the Prince began to mow down entire rows of demons as they approached, taking damage from shotgun flack and even getting his health down to fifteen percent before he rolled over a health object.

“Sweet mercy, he’s fast!” Shadow couldn’t get over how he took down yet another three with a string of headshots. “How are you going to beat…” He looked at Midnight, who gave him a glare. “Oh, right, sorry.”

Then there was an empty soda sound as Vanilla Soda finished a soda that was, indeed, vanilla flavored. She looked over toward Midnight with an innocent look. The sound she made sucking on the straw with partial liquid began to grate on her ear and make her eye twitch.

She stopped, then cleared her throat with a little apology and a look the other way. She hummed and Midnight sighed very big. She looked back toward the screen to see the Prince had moved down into the fiery tower’s halls and stabbed his sword into yet another foe.

As he entered the main chamber, though, there came a rumbling. There was a tall beast, flaming wings on its back and a skull for a head that was molten black with glowing orange eyes. His fanged skull roared toward him, looking down at the armored pony who stood far shorter.

On came a fight of the ages, as he was in the highest setting of Demon Rage difficulty and the Prince sprinted for the health item, as he was at thirty percent. He switched back to his double shotgun and then switch on the attachment to give it six smaller barrels. The aim was taken down, but the damage was increased monumentally.

He took a skull fireball to the shoulder and was knocked against the wall with five percent remaining of his health. He had to duck behind a broken down pillar alongside the chamber to avoid yet another projectile. He rolled across the floor once again, this time firing off a powerful burst that sent the huge demon sprawling. With a grenade exploding at its feet, it was taken aback once again, but then it smashed its fist into him.

His armor was depleted as it showed heavy damage. The last health pickup was nearly useless, as the hit took him down to ten percent. He fired off yet another blast, this time when the demon reared back for another strike. A chunk of demon hyde was taken from its chest before the Prince did something none of them could have imagined.

He climbed the demon, kicking his foot off of his knee and pulling himself up by the tall shoulder, he came up above the war torn devil and jammed his shotgun straight down its throat, breaking off its teeth into shards.

One pull of the trigger blasted the giant demon apart and DemoneTueur stood strong as his hooves hit the floor to a thunderous applause. He stood with a behemoth’s skull still attached to his enormous shotgun until he flung it off and it shattered onto the ground. His cool factor went off the charts as every single patron, it seemed, began to bark as many pumped their fists in the air.

“Dude, that guy’s going to break me on his fist.” One tournament goer said to his friend beside him at the bar. Midnight rolled her eyes and watched as the Prince left the booth and was met with renewed vigor as the crowd began to pat his back and shake his hand as Regal held them back to make them come a few at a time.

Her first thought was, when in the hell did he get such a gigantic bodyguard? Then her next thought came in the form of butterflies all through her stomach, pulsing through her veins as he set eyes on her. Those eyes spoke to her and she pursed her lips. There was no mistaking it, he was looking directly at her.

“Is he seriously coming this way? Are you fucking serious?” Shadow was unbelieving as Vanilla watched. As the Prince made his way to them, Regal barred off the rest of the patrons, telling them to go back to their own shit, essentially.

Midnight was speechless. All of her sassy demeanor, confidence and doubt seemed to be at war with one another in her brain. Wasn’t she just some Equestrian girl he could eat as a snack and discard the wrapper? That was a horrible profiling stereotype, but really, there was always a very good reason for it.

“Bonsoir, mon chéri. Sil vou plait…” He took her hand and kissed the back of it. Her teeth gritted and she tried especially hard not to show that her face was blushing while making her blushing face worse. “I would be honored to join you and your friends, if you would have me. Please, can we start over?”

There was a thought. As much as the other patrons acted like they were going back to their own business, many of them couldn’t help but eye the two main attractions there at the biggest party in Manehattan. What did that matter, though?

“Fine, let’s have some more wine.” Midnight shrugged and then sat at the barstool.

Both of her friends nearly spat their drinks in surprise. After her fourth cream soda, with such a shock, Vanilla suddenly needed to pee.

He was charming, as he always was, but Midnight couldn’t help giving him another look. “What is this expression you have, Midnight? I promise you, that is the truth. My father made me shine my own shoes, prepare my own breakfast, take out my own trash and made me work for a farmer for a year. He told me, if I cannot work as a stallion, then I cannot be royalty. It is the reason my brother tried to give the crown to me.”

“You seriously did all of that willingly?” Midnight asked and he nodded.

“I was not blind to the men and women around me working and sweating. They bleed so that I might eat and they sweat so that I might sleep. I must be willing to do these things or I am a fraudulent leader.” His accent on fraudulent made it sound like he was gathering spit in his throat, hitting the accent on it hard.

“But you’re not going to be king, are you?” Midnight asked and Fraguer smiled at her.

“My dear, that is not certain. My brother could die tomorrow and I would need to crown then, as my sister, God rest her, she has gone to the angels.” He said and Midnight suddenly widened her eyes. “I was very young, and it made me very angry. It is the reason I am the way I am. I know loss and I know luxury and I must be ready to become a leader as my father has put such influence upon me.”

There was a very long, pregnant silence as Midnight stared at him. Both of her companions had no idea what to make of this guy. He blinked at all three of them, but then waved.

“It is alright, I have made my peace with my beloved sister, Melodie, but please, tell me more of this Vera. You say she is not with Monsieur Ember but I must confess, I have seen the two of them. They walked around in costumes that were ever so adorable and they were kissing like the lovebirds.” As he said this, Midnight’s eyes went completely wide. “Oh, well, I do not wish to dabble in family matters. I do apologize.” He said and Vanilla came back with more drinks for all of them.

Instead of wine, Fraguer had a beer at Shadow’s behest. He tasted it and his eyes widened a bit. “It is strange, but I do admit, I love the bitterness.” He took another drink and tasted the hops in the bubbles.

“Dude, I gotta ask, how did you get all of those moves on Demonhoof? That was unreal!” Shadow said as he took a long swig of his beer and the Prince gave a very small chuckle.

“I test the boundaries of games that I play and this one appealed to my more… aggressive nature. It is a way to relieve frustration.” He admitted and Midnight cleared her throat.

“Look, I know a lot of people want me to play you in the tournament, and from what I’ve heard, I’m in the standings already.” Midnight lamented as she sighed.

“Non, you must not listen to these people. You are going to go to the tournament if you and only you want to go to the tournament. I let my pride get in the way and I am sorry, Mademoiselle. If you do not wish to compete with me, I will not force your hand.” Fraguer took another drink of the beer and suddenly belched off to the side. “Oh, sacrebleu, pardon moi.”

“Wait, what do you mean, ‘compete with you’? I am not going to enter the tournament to try and prove I’m better than anyone. I’m not really… feeling this scene…” She looked off to the side as she spoke and she watched as more and more people tried to do what Fraguer did, only to be blasted apart by a demon shotgun or the behemoth itself.

“Please, do not misunderstand.” Fraguer held up his hands. “I would love to pit myself against one with such a reputation as you. I must admit, since you have come to know me, I have watched some of your early work with the Knights of Chaos. You are very skilled. I would love to fight you, Midnight, if you would like. We can do so without public eye and I can find a place where we can do this, if you so wish.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Midnight was taken completely aback. “You… wait, no people at all?”

“Non, no ponies, only my guard, who will assure that we will not be disturbed again and then he will leave to go to his hotel room for the night unless he is needed further. Or whatever he does, he is a nice man, I have seen.”

“Awe shucks…” Regal said from the other stool as he sat at arm’s length from them. The Prince gave him a cheeky smile before he turned back to Midnight.

“So, what do you say? Will you battle me in Demonhoof?” He asked, and received an expression of furrowed brows and pursed lips. The gray bat pony looked over toward Shadow and Vanilla, who were very enthusiastically nodding their heads. This furrowed her brow further.

“Guys! Check it out!” A high pitched voice squealed, and the Prince thought the girl who disturbed them earlier had found them again. It was Vespa, though, and she pulled her top up to reveal more signatures covered her titanic tits. “I got seven more! And three lovely ladies signed Providence’s cock!”

She dropped his pants as soon as he made it up to the bar with her and all of them were treated to a cock that was, indeed, signed by no less than two markers and one big lipstick that had smeared on him from sucking him off.

“Sweet screaming babies!” Midnight’s jaw hit the floor as she saw the sheer size of the massive melons that nearly flopped down on her elbow.

OOOoo

Regal followed them up to the hotel room, which was a royal suite, and bid them adieu. He opened the room for her and it reminded her of her higher end conventions she attended. Though, she did not have so much room as this one.

Before she could even ask, he turned on the lights and there came two gigantic screens into view. The living space was massive and had an upstairs. The screens were decked out with sound systems, VR coms and even full running pads below them where they could feel the floor beneath them as they moved.

The kitchen was fully stocked, as was the bar, the billiard table, three arcade machines and a bedroom on the other side of it.

“Please, make yourself at home. If you are hungry, I can send for food or even cook.” As he walked, he suddenly came to a stop and then turned to her with a bit of a bashful smile. “On second thought, pardon moi, but let’s not eat my cooking. It is not very good.” He admitted and she shook her head at him. At first, it looked as if she had a mean face or an angry expression, but there were trace marks of a smile.

“Maybe later.” She gave him a very exaggerated smile with a bright perky voice. Then she went deadpan serious again. “Suit up.”

His eyes widened a bit and the two of them did just that. As she walked out of the bathroom, she cast her clothes aside and walked into the room. She was poured into the high tech game suits. It hugged their curves in shining rubber-like material. The two of them looked at one another and it was revealed that he had a body. As her body also became revealed, the two of them had a few measurements to take, both figuratively and very literally.

He passed her a headset with visor, as he held the other in his hand before putting it over his head. “En garde…”

She came as a dark, luxurious midnight purple armor. Her tits were chiseled into the breastplate of alien demon titanium and she held the rocket launcher on her shoulder. Her wing expanse was glorious and her helmet visor was a gunmetal gray.

The two of them stood on either side of a Hell temple arena. “Welcome to The Demon Arena! First to twenty wins!” The announcer stated into both of their visors. She read her health, ammo, weapons and messages on the visor. All around her, there was a temple of fire and he was somewhere in there.

“Ready, my lady, Midnight?” He asked her on her ear piece.

“When you are.” She replied in something of a growl as it was clear her game face was on. He locked his shotgun shut as she held her rocket launcher at the ready.

“3… 2… 1… Destroy them!” The deep voiced announcer said as the game was on. She hit the floor running, grabbing ammunition from posts and armor from other ones. She knew this arena by heart, but she knew he was by soul. Every single corner turn made her nervous, but then she heard it as she kept going down the middle hallway. He was to her right, and she turned the corner into an open area of the temple, but she jumped over a mote of fire.

One shower of shotgun buckshot grazed her side. She immediately turned around and fired off a rocket toward the black Demon Slayer. He was caught in partial explosion damage, but his shotgun went off once again. One good hit in her chest and her armor was gone. She attempted a rocket jump, but it was too late, he hit her with a grenade and she went boom!

She respawned with a curse. Gathering armor, ammo and this time switching to her alternate weapon. She locked and loaded with a “cling clang” as she charged the gun. One moment later, she saw him. He fired off his shotgun, but she was already behind the pillar of molten temple rocks. As soon as she turned the corner, she introduced him to her large black metal sniper rifle that went off with a crack across the air!

Before he could even breathe a gasp, his head was gone. He landed on the ground once again as he respawned. “Merde…” He breathed, then chuckled some as he switched to his chaingun.

There came clashes after clashes of firefights. He took her down twice with his chaingun but she came back with a rocket to the side of his head. She shot him out of the air as he jumped one of the motes and caused him to lose a kill as he died by environment.

“Merde!” He cursed even louder, now the grin on his face was accentuated with a sweating brow. He sword cut her down as they clashed once again, but then she brought out her pike. The pike was a blue flame on the end of its crystal blade as she swung it around herself and began to take him in melee combat.

He fell to her three times before they switched to assault rifles. The kills were at their last ones for the match and the two of them stood at either side of the arena. They saw one another in the distance, but it was too far, even for her sniper rifle. She had two kills left, he had only one. She would need to take him down in quick succession for this to work, but he was too damned fast!

She was a powerhouse when it came to gathering armor and dodging until she could get the upper hand. He made that very, very difficult. It seemed if she moved wrong once, he would lay a devastating hit in a blindspot. Midnight, noticing she still had the “[KOC]Axel” screenname still, decided she would just need to catch him off guard.

She took off in a sprint, and he was quick to comply. The two of them began to charge and soon, she could see that he was about to start jumping and strafing. She pulled up her rocket and fired off one as she jumped, straight down into the ground, propelling her upward. As soon as she went upward, she fired off the rockets like a machine gun.

“Ooohhh tres magnifique…” He grinned even harder as he pulled out his large shotgun and fired off his shells at three of them, causing them to explode. What he did not see is that she landed directly behind him and he was struck by her flaming pike. He had no time to turn around, she wheeled around him and then fired off a sniper through his chest.

The final bout, the two of them were not hesitating. It was then or never and Midnight was focused to the utmost. The Prance Prince also jumped from the wall as he parkoured straight toward her with a spray of bullets! She was only hit once and her rocket she fired was dodged immediately after. He caught some of the wind on the fire it produced from the explosion, but he came back with a shotgun spray. She lunged forward, dodging the spray as she got straight into him.

It became a grappling match as the two of them began to try and gain the upper hand with their closer ranged weapons but both of them kept tripping up the other one. When she dropped her assault rifle, he dropped his grenade and both of them went sprawling!

The explosion sent them both into the wall and they hit it hard with thirty damage. Their health running alarmingly low, his sword came out and barely missed an inch to the side of her face and she grasped his tricep! They struggled to gain quarter on one another as he wrapped his arm on her shoulder and then shoved them both over the railing!

They both fell and landed on the ground, but were quick to roll. She punched off his helmet, revealing his face was caked in sweat and his mane was no longer beautiful. It was like a green glob on his head as he gasped for breath. The struggle kept going, but it was clear that both of them were breathing heavily.

“Damnit! Just stay down!” She shouted as they kept trying to bash each other into a wall or with their elbows.

“Non! You will submit or die!” He growled and she started to snort. As she snorted he kept struggling but then stopped as he saw she was laughing. “What? Why are you laughing?”

“Your face when you said that!” She started laughing even harder and leaning toward him to put her head on his armor and bump against it. “You looked like such a dork!”

“What is this, dork?” He asked, befuddled as she started knocking her fist against his shoulder as she kept laughing harder. “I was going to… kill you… and these things… they happen.”

“Stop! Oh my God Stop talking!” She was screaming with laughter at this point before she took off her helmet and threw it aside. “You’re going to kill me!” She stopped breathing she was guffawing so hard.

“Sacrebleu, is this how you win the matches, you start laughing at ponies?” She nodded as she kept laughing, but then she grabbed one of his grenade pins and pulled it out.

“No, this is a tie.”

“Oh, shi—” Boom.

A Film to Remember

She was still laughing when they got out of the headsets and he gave her a thoroughly amused look, but also one of deep judgment. She even leaned over as she took off her headset and stumbled into him. To her surprise, though, his arms wrapped around her in something of an embrace. He was only slightly taller than her, and she looked at him as her laughter began to dissipate and she looked him in the eyes. He was not too serious in his demeanor, but it was clear that he wasn’t finding a great deal of humor there.

“Vou es belle quand tu ris.” He said and she suddenly gave him a looked as her brow furrowed toward the Prince.

“Did you just call me beautiful?” Her cheeks began to darken as she looked him in the eyes and he began to smile.

“You are beautiful when you laugh. I like to see you happy.” His smile broadened as her face began to scrunch and turn tomato red. Her hand went to his arm and her other one to his chest. She put up a feeble attempt to pull away from him but he was very firm. It was clear she could leave when she wanted, but that was when he mimicked her to a degree, running his hands over her arm and the other to her shoulder. “It is no secret, you have enchanted me.”

“You… you’re dating… that… red pony girl, aren’t you?” She asked and he shook his head.

“Fruit Punch wasn’t really my type, that was for a game controller ad for a small company. The picture was merely taken out of context.” He said and she was amazed at how well he spoke English, even with his very thick accent. “Non, I have dated two ponies, one was a young stallion from Equestria. He played tennis, our relationship did not go far. Non, I was not intended as the bottom. Silly girl, I already know what you’re thinking.”

Her hand went to her mouth and she looked away. “I wasn’t going to ask.” She said, neither confirming nor denying. He grunted that he was very certain of that.

“The other, yes, mon chéri, I am not a virgin, but I do not, how you say… filander. My mother, she taught me what a woman truly is and I am never to deviate from true, powerful love. I thought my lady was at one point, but she defied me and slept with many others without my knowledge.” He said and then put his hand on his forehead, his middle and ring fingers spreading over the base of his horn.

“Oh, yeah, I know how that goes.” She wondered how Prance was, compared to Ranchtown as she began to think about it. If Ranchtown was this bad when it came to public nudity or sexual displays, Prance could very well be an entire country as such. “Well, yeah, about that.”

She looked off to the side and his eyes widened. Her eyes darted toward him immediately and she scowled. “Yeah, I’m not like other girls around these parts. I happen to find it insulting that women are treated like porn actresses and everyone is expected to just get down on their knees when a guy is getting a slight chub.” She sighed very large at the thought of her mother. Grem had that mentality with Diamond Sword on such a regular basis, Midnight once thought other families were so open and nudists. It was a great relief when she found out it wasn’t always that way.

“You have struck me, Midnight. The way you were not impressed with my title, only impressed with I deserve it. You don’t understand how rare it is to find a flower, uncorrupted and uncaring of what others think. I must always care what others think while I live in my father’s shadow, and as Prince, I will never be rid of him until I find my own kingdom. Well, even if that never happens, I want to find my princess.”

“Let me stop you there, Fraguer. I’m…” She looked into his eyes and his open honesty in them was a little breathtaking.

“I am not in any hurry, Minuit. Mon chéri, I am going to fight in tournaments, I will make my own name and I will travel far to find my own way. I merely wish for you to give me the chance to let me show you the path I am on. If you do not like it, I will return you back to your home and you will never see me again, unless you wish to.” He offered and he went off to the other side of the room, his skintight VR suit making a strange scrunching sound on the marble floor. “I do not have servants, though I do have people deep clean and I am a master class chef, as I said before. It may not taste like fancy French, but I still love le cuisine.”

“Wow, you even like to cook? What more could a girl ask for?” She said in a deadpan tone and he chuckled.

“You are welcome to cook, if you wish. I must say, I am curious of your culinary ability.” He chuckled once again as she scoffed.

“I’m more a grilled cheese and scrambled eggs cook. I usually helped mom feed two siblings. If I’m telling the truth, mom even taught me how to play games and beat people at tournaments.” She remarked and he immediately took interest.

“Oh? Your mother is quite the gamer?” He asked and Midnight brought up her phone with Grem, her husband, Diamond Sword and the twins beside her. His eyes widened as he saw her mother in a very thinly strapped bikini with tits that looked like heavy balloons. “Oh, sacrebleu…”

“Yeah, so, Monsieur Fraguer,” she said, causing him to chuckle at her accent. “Was there anything else planned for the evening?” She asked in her best high pitched school girl tone. The Prince blinked at this and gave another chuckle, this one more pronounced.

“Well, I do have another passion. I do not know if it would be to the liking of the lady, but you are welcome to join me for a little cinéma.” He offered and she raised an eyebrow.

He opened the door to a very large screen area that had one row of theater seats. She looked up to see the projector high up on the ceiling of the black room and the computer in the corner that controlled it. He walked over to the computer and punched up a list of movies that had her jaw drop.

“Ummmm is that the number of movies on there?” She asked and he shrugged.

“It is also TV Shows, spécials, and documentaires.” He said the last two in pure French and with such an outrageous accent that she began to giggle.

“Alright, then, I want to watch the Strawberry and Blueberry Adventure 2: The—”

“Strawberry and Blueberry Adventure 2: Les Pirates des Baies, I love Le Fraise et le Bleuit, they are also my favorite show.” He said, causing her to grow a very shocked look. It was, in fact, on his favorites list with a five star rating. It even confirmed that he had watched it seventeen times. How many times he had seen it on other formats was also a question.

He turned the lights down and it even began with a Feature Presentation that was in French. Before he could get up to go change it to English, she took his hand. He looked at her with very wide eyes as she smiled up at him and shook her head.

They sat and they watched. He even walked over to the desk to pick out some candies and popcorn for them both. With all of the refreshments she could ask for, they watched her favorite movie and she couldn’t help but laugh at the silly French voices making strange high pitched sounds or going absurdly low for villains.

“I’ve watched music videos a lot. My mom had a lot of her old VHS’s of the old Music Time channel. That’s kind of how I found out about this movie, it was in the commercials.” She admitted and he chuckled.

“Did you watch the Bunghole and Ponytail?” He asked and she burst out laughing as she nodded. He nodded, “they are a Prance tradition. They are so stupid and funny, but my mother would not let me watch them. She said they were a bad influence. I called her a bunghole and then I was grounded.”

This only made her laugh harder as she leaned over in her seat and dropped a bit of her malted milk balls. “You’re the bunghole!” She pointed at him and he gasped in mock affrontedness.

He took her cheek and pulled her face to face with him gently as she suddenly stopped laughing and looked into his beautiful, playfully angry eyes. “How dare you, mon chéri. You shall have punition.” He said and she gasped a little, though looked a little confused. “Punishment.” He clarified and she looked off to the side.

“Oh…” Then she gasped as he pulled her gently toward him again. This time, their lips met. It was her that pushed into him, though and she also pulled his shirt collar toward her.

They had changed into their normal clothes once again, and she loved the feel of his very soft shirt. The fur at his neck, though, felt even better. He pulled her close, then and showed her that he was from Prance as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Her heart raced and she almost questioned this, but then his hand went to her hair. With only a slight tug, her eyes shut and they caressed one another.

He was able to pull the chair handle upward and they went close. The movie had ended, and moved onto the terribly CGIed third installment of the franchise. Even fans agreed, after two, the magic of the series ran out.

The magic she felt while watching it, though, was coming true. He leaned his head onto hers as she leaned onto his shoulder. She couldn’t help but look downward, though, and she noticed that he was very hard and very long. Through his slacks, she saw his form beneath it, outlined in some detail.

“Just ignore that.” He whispered to her so casually that she almost laughed. “A man’s passion is hard to contain.”

She pursed her lips and even bit her lower lip. The mere thought of a passion that was hard to contain was causing her to have very bad thoughts. They were good thoughts, but they were bad thoughts! She had just met this guy that morning. She’d known Ember her entire life and… he’d been with Twin Tips. Still, she didn’t know him,truly.

She had, to some degree, though. She’d watched him as a little boy when she was younger. The look on his face when he played and the good natured smile he had when he beat records thought impossible, he’d been such a positive influence because he was just so charming and likeable.

He’d known her as well, it seemed. Soon after she’d gotten into the gaming world, he’d apparently been watching her play in her solo games or when she was with her siblings as a team. Even in Knights of Chaos, as brief as it was, didn’t escape him.

“Did you…” Midnight began and he leaned his chin on her forehead to signify he was listening. “Did you fall in love with me, just like that?”

“That is a fair assessment, if that is how you wish to see it. Love can come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. It is not love like your parents or love like a couple who have had so many passionate nights, but I cannot deny, you’re welcome into my heart. I only need to know that I can trust you and I will do everything in my power to meet you.” He said and she looked up at him, getting close to him once again.

“You’re offering me all of this? How do you know I’m not a boss bitch who will put a leash on you?” Midnight asked and there was movement. She furrowed her brow at him and then looked down. “Did you just…”

“Non, I don’t know what you’re talking about at all.” His lips were pursed tight and his cheeks were growing rosy.

“Yes you did! You twitched!” She looked a little closer and he looked away as she gasped again. “Did you get longer?! Seriously? So, is it leashes that do it for you?” She scowled at him up close before he leaned back away from her, still looking elsewhere.

“I do not like whips but I like handcuffs…” He said in a very quick tone and her jaw dropped. “And if you could wear a black leather thong…”

She burst out in sudden gails of guffaws as she bumped her forehead into his chest. He joined in with her this time and he began to pull her in as she tried to get away. “No! No! Get away from me, you freak!” She kept laughing and he started to tickle her.

“Mon dieu! How dare you! Such language!” He poked at her armpits, making her curl them up and only make it worse as he poked in harder. “Punition!” He said in a very sinister French accent and she could no longer breathe once again.

When the laughter stopped, he suddenly noticed that he was on top of her. She looked up at him as she noticed this as well and he moved his hands to rub up and down her arms. He surprised her a little bit by rubbing up onto her breasts and taking them in a gentle grip. She felt him on her crotch through her pants and her breath caught in her throat.

“Minuit… Mon chéri… You are so beautiful.” He whispered to her, and his hands squeezed before going to her belly and feeling all along her, reaching under her shirt and feeling her fur.

She pulled him down to her and they met in another kiss as she felt him lean harder into her crotch. She let out a whimper, positively drizzling at this point, and starting to have labored breaths. She was nearly in tears, needing to relieve such massive amounts of stress and anxiety.

“I’m… I’m not just… another girl?” He got up from her and stood up. She sat up on her arm and looked as he began to strip. Her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he revealed that his body, while slender, was also somewhat etched. The exercise VR games gave him was obvious as he also had the appetite of a bird.

His cock was long and she couldn’t believe how much his medial ring protruded. He was dripping from the tip and sticking straight up. He looked somewhat nervous, as his face darkened red, but he held his hands to either side of himself. “I have never done this for anyone in my life.” He admitted, but his cock seemed to throb at the show. “I have fantasmé about doing such a thing, and you like the nudity, oui?”

She was transfixed. His body was gorgeous and his cock was very hard to miss. With an ever blushing face, she sighed and stood up. To his ever growing breaths, she began to strip down as well. As she unleashed her nice, plump breasts, his cock was twitching once again.

She was down to her underwear, but it was clear that the gray fabric was much darker as there was a slight slickness to her inner thighs. He studied her breasts very closely, as she showed them to him and her nipples were a dark blackish gray. They were very large, but his eyes traced along far more of her body.

“Want to… put on another film?” She asked, and he had no problem switch the movie over to a very highly controversial cartoon that featured very hardcore sex. It had leaked out of the studio uncensored and they were fined into bankruptcy. He wasn't even being subtle anymore, but she had to admit that she was one of the ones who watched it on her brother's computer. By then, she had stopped getting onto him about porn. He even gave her more than one idea.

They sat intertwined once again and her breasts were pressed into his arm as he wrapped it around her. He didn’t grope, his arm rubbed against her nipples every once in a while and she gave his hip a little slap before giving him a dirty look. He kissed her and she sneered at him before kissing him back.

“He’s twitching again…” She teased and he grunted.

“Mademoiselle, my lap is rather moist.” He whispered and she whimpered some as he began to grope both of her breasts then. “Je veux t'aimer si profondément et je veux sucer tes tétons comme une abeille suce la rose.” He whispered so daintily into her ear and her whimpering only grew more audible. When she looked at him with inquiry, he whispered again, “I want to love you so deeply, and I want to suck your nipples like a bee sucks on la rose.”

He brought her breast up to his mouth and she squealed and gave a small cry as he did just that. His lips, his tongue and his teeth began to suck on her nipple, lavishing it with attention.

“You fucking beast!” She cried out before moving to the side and giving him free reign on her other breast. Her cries became much more pronounced as her fingers completely messed up his hair.

She laid on her back across the seats of the theater and he was very quick to go down with her. To her shock and glee, his hand pressed against her thinly clad crotch and she gasped. She had no problems grasping hold of his very wet shaft and that drove him to start licking the inside of her mouth as her tongue swirled with his. Their mouths locked together and she was the one who pulled her panties from her, finally tired of their captivity.

His penis’s shaft met against her lower lips and she sucked air through gritted teeth. That was when she looked at him with such a pitiful expression that nearly made him melt.

“I guess… this is something I’ve fantasized about too.” She admitted as he gazed into her blue eyes. “It even involved a prince…” She suddenly confessed and his heart fluttered.

“You would make le merveilleuse Princess.” He whispered, sliding back and sliding his tip within her. She gasped, unable to register the meaning of his words until he was halfway inside of her. Midnight held onto him, wrapping her arms around him as she bit onto his shoulder softly.

She moaned so hard into his shoulder and it was two thrusts deeper in before she experienced her first orgasm brought on by the male genitalia. He kept going and she couldn’t stop crying out his name, muffled by his shoulder.

“Fraguer! Fragger! God! You’re fucking!! You’re fucking huge! I can feel you inside me so much!” She came yet again, squealing and drenching him with her juices as he felt it drizzle down his balls.

“Oh! Oui! Magnifique! Minuit! Je vien! La petite mort!” He cringed not even thinking of pulling out, he was so ingrained with passion in that moment. It was only natural and she would have it no other way. His big, blue cock stroked her insides all at once with every thrust and every rough part of her sheath felt him douse it with hot milk.

She’d never experienced multiple orgasms, but she was going on her fifth by the time he was finally starting to slow down. He was sloshing hot semen out of her, unable to quit as she kept ramping him up with caresses of his chest and soothing encouragement.

“Yes! Fuck me! Oh, God! I need this so badly! I feel so good! You feel so good! Please! Kiss me! Love me!” She shouted and he suddenly had a very hard second wind.

“Je t'aime! Je t'aime! I love you! I love you so much, my little flower! Mon petite fleur! So much!” His thrusts were monumental and his cock was hardened once again to its original form that she saw it first. He’d cum inside her but he showed no signs of doing so as she reached her sixth and seventh climax in quick succession.

His second was as high volume as his first. She felt piping hot cum fill her once again and all of this seemed so surreal to her. It was such a cute moment when he collapsed on top of her, his cock pulled from her vagina and the feeling was slightly hollow, but the sudden rush of semen pulsing from her made her eyes widen.

“How much…” She tried to catch her breath and suddenly found that she had none to speak. It took her another few moments as they breathed out steam and basked in the air conditioning when it turned on. “How much did you cum inside me? It feels like a geyser!”

“Pardon moi, mon amour, this was rather unexpected.” He admitted, remembering doing it but also remembering gazing into her eyes and seeing her lustful gaze, unable to stop himself. His blue eyes stared so deep into her violet irises, but she turned her annoyed look to the side.

“I guess… I’ll let it go. Just be more careful.” She gave his face two little pats on the cheek and he gave her the most comedic frown.

“How dare you…” He said and they both began to give little breathless laughs.

OOOoo

She awoke to a very surprising sight. Not only had the Prince not left her, he was still curled up beside her in something of a childish, almost fetal position. She knew even some of the most masculine stallions and none of them would have shown this level to her. He trained his head to point his head upward, but she could feel his arms, legs and chest against her.

The sudden memory of Vera curled up against her, along with Dusk suddenly came to mind. Her heart ached. She ran her fingers through his hair and could only fathom how their day had turned out like it did. It was even something of an adventure, in some ways.

Then there came an alarm and the Prince’s eyes opened.

“Réveille-toi, Prince, il est temps d'aller à la conférence de presse prévue à 10 heures du matin.” The automated voice said as a female. This caused him to grunt, annoyed at having been awoken.

“Ugh, merde, duty calls, mon amour.” He lifted himself from the pillow, peeling his fur from it, as it felt. He yawned very big and popped several places in his back and neck. “Ugh, mon dieu, I really must take it easier when I play that game. It is so hard on the back.”

“Something about a conference?” She asked and he nodded, getting up from the bed with another yawn. “Ten o’clock, we have one hour. Of course I slept in.” Midnight rolled her eyes, knowing her body would react in some way to last night. “Alright so, out of curiosity, this wouldn’t happen to be about the tournament?”

“Oui, mon amour, it is when all of the largest names in the league get together to participate in question and fans who paid their money get to pose with pictures.” He rolled his eyes at the whole thing as he walked over toward the bathroom. “Would you care to…”

Before he even asked, she walked past him, swaying her hips as she gave him a stern look. “I would care to.” She agreed and his eyes were still wide.

They stood side by side in the water as it ran over them and they washed.

“So, I guess this will be our coming out ceremony?” She asked and he chuckled.

“I am famously a private individual. I was never seen with my former lady, nor does anyone know I do not discern from the stallion or the mare. Both forms are sexual and lustful and can give pleasure all the same. You need not attend if you do not wish to.” He said and she figured as much.

“I do want to attend.” She said and he looked at her, a bit surprised. “I want to straighten out what’s going on with me and why people need to leave us alone, especially me.” This caused him to chuckle heartily.

“Well, then, will you accompany me there, or shall we keep this between ourselves?” He asked and she looked at him.

“What would you prefer?” She asked and his eyes widened even more.

“Really? So we are going with the behest of royalty?” He asked and her face scrunched. “I would have you show up in no other way.” He said and then eyed her from head to hoof.

“No other way than what?” She asked and he chortled.

“Royalty.” He said, simply.

Once they got their shower done, he still would not answer her, but there did come a knock at the door. When asked what could have gotten past security, he grinned at her and opened the door to reveal Regal, but also a surprising figure of a cat girl.

The black abyssinian cat girl had a white chin, and white going down her neck to her bust, which was formal in its business blouse. She wore a pin on the breast of her blouse, which was ballooned out, and showed the flag of Prance.

“She says she knows you and she has a card that opens all of the doors.” Regal admitted as the cat woman walked in and handed him a package, which was a very fancy box from a dress store.

“Mon Prince!” She bowed to him, “Votre Altesse, j'ai récupéré le colis que vous avez demandé et j'ai laissé entrer le gros idiot d'homme-cheval-insecte.” She said and Regal began to blink.

“Wait, I heard, ‘idiot’ and ‘insect’ in there! Did she just call me an insect?” He eyed her and the white-maned cat girl gave him a squinted look before bowing back before her prince.

“Good work, Rein,” he took the package from her and nodded as she bowed. “Give Mr. Regal your full cooperation, and also, give him a card.”

The cat gasped, then darted her vision over toward the big changeling, who almost took a step back. She leered at him and then took a few steps toward him. She was tall, but he still stood a whole foot taller and this seemed to agitate her slightly as she looked at him from head to hoof. She turned her nose up at him, and then placed a card in his hand, which had the flag of Prance in the corner of it.

“Never lose it, insect horse!” She turned her nose up once again, and he would have been a little offended, but as she said that, she very subtly flicked her skirt up and showed him her butt cheek, which was clad in a tiny bikini bottom. It was obvious that she was taking advantage of their beach while she was in Manehattan. He blinked and then looked at the card in her hand.

“Ugh, Rein, so terrible to the hardworking.” He said and she gave him a look.

Then she turned back toward Regal, and unleashed both of her bulbous tits toward him, giving him an eyeful. What she saw as a result turned her eyes downward and caused them to go very wide. She silently cursed before bundling her breasts back into her top very quickly. What she saw caused her whiskers to point forward as she pursed her lips.

Night watched all of this play out as if it were a show in the park. She also noticed that Regal was packing and was suddenly much happier with the experience of losing her virginity the night before. She could still feel the pain he caused her down inside her and it was only slightly noticeable then. She didn’t use toys often at all, barely even fingering herself, so having one such as him stretched her in ways that made her blush upon remembering.

Midnight looked at the package in her arms and then looked at him. “What’s this?” She asked and then she opened it as he handed it to her, her eyes widening before looking at him.

“You asked me about my desire.” He said before her face began to flush completely. “This is it.”

OooOO

As soon as she stepped out of the limousine, there were flash photography, blog websites and people cheering as they pointed their phones and other devices toward her. Midnight stepped upon the red carpet ceremony for what was not even a red carpet ceremony. Yet, here ponies were, all gathered around as if there were… well, alright, there was royalty, to their credit.

They were not looking at the Prince, though. He arrived in a very nice looking white tuxedo with a top hat and a cane, but to contrast him, Midnight wore black. Her dress was felt, and it ran all the way down to her ankles. It was strapless, and hugged her very large breasts tightly. She even held the small handbag and her entire face was blushed as she reached over to him and grasped his hand.

There were gales of cheers and monumental cheers as they saw this and the questions were only blasted louder.

“I can’t believe I did this.” She whispered to him and all the while, he was waving to them.

“Do not let them see you sweat, mon amour. Keep yourself to yourself and give them nothing.” He whispered, “only give them your charm.”

She smiled at him and he gripped her hand tighter in something of a loving embrace. Midnight even managed to wave at all of them as she could just feel herself being plastered over every single website to the point where she became eight memes. She was already three.

They made their way to the conference and both of them heard a voice that they did not want to hear. “Well, if it ain’t the loser squad.” Both of them heard and there was Kane. He glared toward the Prince, but he could also see that both Regal and a new one glared back toward him as well. The cat woman looked toward Kane with her yellow eyes into his and she showed no fear, and even a bit of a smug grin, inviting him to try it.

“Oh, hey Midnight, nice to see you made it.” There, in front of them, in the main hall where all of the people were seated, they diverted them toward Cyberpunk in the neighboring hall. The older stallion waved and Midnight’s eyes bulged.

“Oh, Monsieur Cyberpunk, your reputation precedes itself.” The Prince said as he saw the electric sky blue pony with the hot pink hair. He was obviously more of a dad pony now, and had a bit of a belly, but all of his fans still had their eyes on him as a favorite to win the tournament. As leader of the Green Wizards, he led campaigns upon campaigns with both her and the rest of the Knights of Chaos.

“Cyberpunk, it’s good to see you. When did these events get so huge?” She asked as they went to a staffing room backstage. The whole time, Cyberpunk was eyeing Kane, who kept his distance, wisely, but still had the air of someone who was guaranteed the win.

“No real telling there. How’s the siblings? Oh, nevermind, there they are.” He said as he pointed and Midnight almost asked what he meant before she saw them. To her utter shock, there was Vera, Dusk, Ember, Strawberry, Sol and Gloaming Flare. She thought she was in the clear before there came another shock as both Night Coder and Grem walked up behind them and waved as well.
Midnight locked eyes with Grem, who couldn’t stop tearing up in the eyes as she she held her girl, Vera so close. Her youngest sister was being suffocated with love as Grem cuddled her and kept mouthing how proud she was of her. Midnight wanted to roll her eyes, but she, too was tearing up. She waved her mother off and gave her an air kiss with ‘I love you’.

Grem’s mouth dropped, as she had never seen her own daughter do such a thing. The tears were flowing then as she buried her face in a very annoyed Vera’s blonde mane. Why did she do that? Why was this feeling welling up inside her chest as she looked toward this group of people? Had she thought she’d lost them? Had it been that long?

There came a tissue to the corners of her eyes. “Mon amour, your love is so beautiful…” He whispered to her with a small smile. She looked at him as he looked at her family. “That is a family if I ever did see one. You, mademoiselle, are so fortunate. I am humbled.”

They took their seats in the front of the conference as they all began to quiet down and a president of the conference took the main stand to introduce them.

“Greetings and salutations, I am Razor!” The tiger-striped cat took the stand and even Ember seemed to bug his eyes out as he recognized him. The male Abyssinian accepted applause as he sat and looked down both ends of the very long table, which they sat. “Good energy, you guys! I’ll be your MC this morning and I want to make sure you all understand that there will be no harmful or toxic questions meant to befuddle or otherwise cause anxiety in any of these players. If you’re here to troll, your ass gets bounced! Nuff said!”

She couldn’t place him. Where had she seen this guy from? As he looked over at her, he was suddenly overtaken by an image of a cat girl taking him down in a science fiction game and it dawned on her, finally.

“Alright, enough of that lame shit. Let’s get to the good stuff! Prince Fraguer, please, tell me all about your time in Equestria! What exactly have you been doing?! The fans really want to know, you know, along with the fact that you have one of the hottest babes in the EGL and one I personally remember getting my ass HANDED TO ME by several times.” Razor admitted to thunderous laughter, and Ember couldn’t disagree with this assessment from the crowd.

She could remember him now. Midnight knew he was a good gamer, but she also knew he was a part of the Tree of Life or Tree of Death or whatever their name was. He was quite the troublesome player but it seemed he didn’t hold any ill will toward her as he looked upon her with some admiration.

“Well,” Fraguer finally decided to cut his attention away from Kane, who was eyeing him. From the contusion in his shirt, it was obvious there were bandages around his chest. “So far, I must say, it is probably the most wondrous experience I have had in this country. I have found friends and had more fun thus far and I can only imagine it getting more exciting.” He nodded as they all began to cheer for him.

“Excellent! Now, for the elephant in the room, don’t take that the wrong way, but we couldn’t help but notice you have a date with you. The whole world is literally wanting to know what’s going on between you two. Did you two fall in love in the demon pits?” He asked and Fraguer was surprisingly cool with the question. He looked to Midnight, who shrugged. Then she waved her hand with it.

“Midnight has always been a wonderful gamer and she is the best part of coming to this place, without any doubt.” He confirmed and all of their eyes widened as the room went completely silent. “I will only reveal that we are in a relationship.”

The crowd burst out wild! There were claims that fans knew it, hoots, hollers, and whistles. It took a moment to calm down the entire room before Razor started to talk again, but then Kane spoke up before him.

“So, what? Is she your lacky who will fuck you and then lay down for your tournament victory?” Kane said and there was a very scorned silence.

Midnight burst out laughing as Grem was nearly about to reach for her magically store sword. This gave everyone pause, especially Fraguer, who turned to her as she began to knock on the table. She cried with laughter into her arm and the water that was in jugs and glasses began to shake violently.

“Wow, and I thought I had self esteem issues. Do you really think that trash talk is going to win you the tournament? My mother beat the shit out of you in Dragon Helm 1, you want to see how I beat your ass in Dragon Helm 3?”

There was a very stunned silence, including Kane, whose face was about to go ballistic with popped veins.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I hurt your manhood? After I grind you into the dirt, I’ll take down Prince Fraguer next!” She said and there was a collective gasp. “Oh yeah! I’m in the standings, remember? I’m in third! Where are you, Kane? Oh, that’s right, even after I haven’t retained my EGL score, you’re still eighth!”

“Shots fired!” A random voice called from the back and there was a huge burst of laughter.

“Wait! Holy shit! Kane! Shut your mouth or I’m removing you right now!” Razor warned, and the collective security on staff made it very clear that Kane was their first priority. He looked angry, but he also looked like that gave him a cause for concern. Regal was eyeing him from behind Fraguer, who sipped his water loudly as he glared toward Kane. “Also, Midnight, wow! That’s the trash talk we want to hear! You’re fighting in the tournament for real?!”

“Fuck yeah!” She shouted, drawing the biggest burst of applause yet.

Fraguer’s blood was now pumping for another reason. The fiery passion in her eyes, the look of confidence and the absolute flawless body, he was going to need to keep seated at the table until his nethers calmed down.

“This is what I’m talking about, right here.” There was a sudden silence as Cyberpunk spoke and stood. The sky blue pony swished his pink hair out of his eyes and glared toward Kane, who only glared back with gritted teeth. “Ember Wing, I’m guessing you’re not in the standings for this tournament? Vera? Dusk?”

All eyes turned to them and Vera had to clamp her hand into Ember Wing’s as she was clearly not liking it. Ember simply smiled and shook his head, as did Dusk. That was when Cyber eyed Grem, who rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Well, more’s the pity, but I’m ready to see how this all pans out!” Razor said, keeping the momentum going. Now, Kane, since you’re so eager to talk, how about we talk about that ‘charity’ you still haven’t fully paid for?” The tiger said and Kane suddenly had the sweats.

Mending with Pain

“Fucking Kane, I swear I would pay for him to be my first opponent!” Midnight sat across from Grem and her mother only nodded and smiled as she turned the spoon in her mug. They’d found a diner, and Grem had been the first in the back to hug her in a tight embrace. As soon as the Prince saw Grem, he nodded to Midnight and bowed out of the room, unnoticed.

After a few comforting words, it was clear that Midnight needed to speak to her in private. The diner was all but empty at that point. With the lunch rush fully gone, there were two tables, one with a younger pony on his phone, and an older couple talking about remodeling their house.

“Well, Midnight, I can tell you that he’s barely an issue right this moment. There’s a lot more that we need to talk about than some half-baked would-be influencer past his prime. You have a problem, Midnight.” There was a very long silence as Midnight looked down at her orange juice, which was half empty. “I know you want to talk about it.”

“You don’t know that.” Midnight said in a smaller tone that Grem had memorized since she was five. Raising the triplets was obviously hard on both her and Diamond Sword, but that didn’t stop her from mothering them as if she’d brought them into the world herself. Midnight knew that she and the triplets were adopted, and the information on her biological parents did not interest any of them in the slightest.

“Don’t I?” Grem asked and Midnight glared at her with a look that she was even more familiar with. “You didn’t talk to Vera.”

There was the first strike. It was true. They’d had maybe enough conversations to count on one hand and each of them lasted three sentences or less. She knew what she was doing and she did it anyway.

“Then, they come to find out that you’re here in Manehattan all of the sudden and that you’ve done all of these wondrous things with other ponies, but you failed to inform us of any of this.” Before Midnight said a thing, Grem pointed a finger for her to stop. “You had ample opportunity, whether this came out of nowhere or not. This family was built with rickety walls when we first began, but we have laid a much better foundation than that, Middy.”

There was the second strike, and this was a hard one. Midnight clammed up and tried to lift her orange juice glass, but found that she could not. There was no strength in her hand.

“Months, Midnight, they hadn’t heard from you for months. I can see why Vera decided to move in with Ember and I can’t fathom you even know where Dusk is living. You weren’t there to help them move, nor were you there when you needed them the most.” Grem said, and Midnight was twelve again. Acting out and punching a colt for cheating in a video game, slapping a classmate across the face for touching her hand by accident and chastising Vera for not doing her chores, this all began to flood as the motherly look began to pierce her.

Midnight tried to speak but the lump in her throat was blocking her chords. When that didn’t work, her arms crossed over her chest and she began to look down as her purple hair covered her face. They sat there like that for a long moment. Tears would randomly stream down her face and drop to her lap, but she refused to crack.

“I’m not here to scold you, Midnight. In fact, I’m very proud of you.” Grem said, and Midnight nearly had a conniption fit with how hard she whipped her neck in looking at her mother with slightly bloodshot eyes. “What? You were literally independent that whole time. No, I’m not going to say you should ever alienate us, ever again, but you also had me very worried for no reason on the front of taking care of yourself. You’ve kept yourself clean, you don’t have jelly rolls of fat on your belly and, oh my god I can’t tip my hooves around this anymore, that man you found is absolutely sublime and amazing!”

Midnight sighed, as this was typical and very expected. She looked down at her abs, which were no longer with the six pack, but only had a small layer of fat for comfort. She wasn’t in amazing shape, as she hadn’t done many physically active games apart from the night before. Her arms and legs were still aching, as was her neck.

“And…” Grem nearly lost her bearing as she put her hand to her mouth. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at her dear daughter and sighed happily. “You lost your virginity, and to a prince.” She said in a tone that couldn’t be heard from other tables.

This brought a great blush to Midnight’s cheeks as her eyes widened. Part of her was especially embarrassed and part of her wondered how in the world she could know that. Though, it made sense, given her mother’s affinity for the carnal arts. She finally took a long drink of her OJ, finishing it before putting the glass back down on the table.

“Yes, Mom, I did, but…” Midnight looked at her, then looked to the side. “I’m sorry…” She apologized and Grem blinked. “I know, I’ve been… quiet recently. Everything just died all the sudden. All of my plans were gone, we were going to start live streaming every other weekend as a team on the EGL and Ember…”

Grem took her hand and looked her in the eyes. This was always a sore subject, it would need to be one they broached soon. Not then, though. Grem held her hands in both of hers as she patted them. “I know, Midnight, I kind of did the same thing with his dad.”

“You what?” Midnight frowned, but not in anger, but extreme confusion. “Hold on, didn’t you…”

“Oh, like minks.” Grem admitted without question, drawing an annoyed look. “Are you kidding me? That pool chair at his house is mine for a reason. But honey, he never saw me as more than a friend and that is something I had to come to terms with. Part of me is glad I did, because then I may have never found the three of you.”

“And Dad?” She asked, making Grem chuckle.

“Well, obviously no one is going to replace him. They can try if they want my sword up their ass.” She gave a cute smile and Midnight rolled her eyes but only to keep from smiling. “Honey, life is long, but it’s also very, very short. I have been in slumps like yours, more than once. There is no shame in that. But if you’re going to push us away, we’re only going to keep coming back, Midnight. I want you to talk to Vera like I have talked to you now. Tell her it is not her fault, because it clearly is not. She takes these things very personally, and you are not going to confuse her. I have told her this, but it will mean much more coming from you.”

There was that cold place in her heart. Vera, the one she needed to protect from the world, from the bullies, had been the victim of her neglect. She couldn’t bring herself to argue the point, as it was very true. Vera probably was blaming herself for everything, despite what anyone said.

“And you are not to grow jealous now that she is taking it from Ember Wing on a regular basis.” Once the waitress had filled her glass with Orange Juice, Midnight nearly choked upon drinking before putting a napkin to her lips. “No, Midnight, the same was fair and Vera won. Oh, yes, they are a couple and I haven’t even had time to discuss it with them myself. I just happened to hear her screaming from her roo—”

“For God’s sake, Mother!” The angry tone of voice was met with startelement and Grem suddenly realized the details were a bit overly detailed. Midnight scowled toward her and then took a deep breath. “Yes, I know, I fucked up.” She admitted. She pushed her fingers to her t-zone. “Alright, I’ll definitely be talking to her.” As she looked back at her mother, though, it was clear she was drinking her coffee and looking around the room, as if innocent.

“Oh, nothing.” Grem said with a smile on her face as she eyed her daughter with a grin. “Don’t mind me.” She sipped her coffee again.

“Fine, yes, we had a… very good night.” As soon as Midnight spoke the last three words, Grem began to squeal in the back of her throat and giggle. “He’s not at all what I expected a Prince to be like. He’s weird, but in a normal way. You know?” As she spoke, Grem was suddenly transfixed. As she paused, Grem motioned for her to keep talking. “Yeah, well, he’s very nice and when he speaks French, I…” This drew very big eyes from Grem.

“Oh, that’s right, Prance! I’m a little jealous!” Grem began to giggle, knowing Diamond Sword didn’t know a single lick of French. The very thought of Diamond whispering sweet French nothings in her ear was enough to make her blush. “I can’t tell you how proud I am of you, Midnight. You thought life was over, but I can tell you, there will always be other doors opening, if you know where to look.”

Those words were a little out of character for Grem, but she saw such truth in them. Losing her team, missing Ember, and all of the turmoil she felt, it would take time to get back to one hundred percent. She knew she could do it, though. She’d come this far and she wasn’t going to squander such an opportunity.

As the day went on, though, she found that this new life she was looking at was quite the scary prospect. She’d gone to clothing stores, gone to eat and even gone to a Mega Video store to look at all of the new games she’d missed out on in her purging of them out of her life.

“So, looks like someone found a dashing prince.” She heard a voice say. She looked over the video shelves to see a ballcap that had a IX in the Demonhoof Logo. It was a new hat that was only available at the Game Tournament, and from the looks, she was #32, where the hat Midnight received beared a #3 on the rim. The girl in sunglasses looked up at her, and Midnight blinked at her smile.

“Hi… and who are you?” She asked and the girl giggled.

“I’m Angel Bright, and I’m ready to kill some demons. Aren’t you?” She asked as she held up the display case for Demonhoof 9, which had not been released yet. “I’ve got every confidence in you. Do you know why?” She asked, drawing a blink from Midnight. “Because princesses always win!”

This drew the strangest look yet. Midnight didn’t know what to make of this girl, nor was she sure if this was good natured ribbing. It certainly seemed that way as the girl smiled and put the case back on the shelf.

“Well, that’s wonderful, but I’m not a princess, and I’m not sure if I ever want to be.” She watched the girl as she walked around the shelf and smiled at her through the reflective sunglasses that covered most of the top half of her face. “Are you traveling incognito, or do you normally wear clothes to cover your entire body?”

The hat, the sunglasses and the very baggy clothes weren’t exactly alarming, but they most certainly hid a great portion of her fur. Her muzzle and her hands were the only parts of her body that were visible, and it was very noticeable.

“Well, yes and no. I’m rather famous, but thankfully, not around these parts. I’m sorry if I seem forward, but I would like to make a small request. Feel free to tell me no.” She offered and Midnight suddenly figured out that this was not a chance encounter. Who was this girl? “I would like to have a word with Prince Fraguer, in private. I only wish for you to be there, as I do not wish to arouse your suspicion. Give him this and he will understand.”

She gave Midnight a reflective card. She noticed that her fur was a lovely cream color as it came fully into the light and she took the strange card. It felt like glass more than metal, like a mirror with dull edges. She blinked at the girl and her lips were pursed, as were hers.

“Please, if you do not wish to do this, tell me. I would approach him if I were able, but what I have to say to him needs to remain very private and I would only draw attention to myself.” She explained and the truth in her words were so plain, she almost thought this could be a ruse just by how much she trusted her.

“I will. Are you sure you do not want to come with me to him? I can ask him while you’re at least closer.” Midnight said and Angel gasped a little bit with a very large smile. She shook her head, though.

“No, this needs to be done in a place that only we can be and I need to make a few preparations. Please, let him see the card and he will determine when he wishes to meet with me. Thank you so much, you don’t understand what this means to me. Good luck in the tournament. I’m rooting for you, above all.” Her smile was so genuine and her charm radiated from her, even with such baggy clothes. Her hoodie and her jeans were obviously far too large for her, but she seemed so comfortable in them.

“Th–thank you.” Midnight said and the girl nodded. They parted and Midnight put the card in her pocket. The sudden urge to ask questions came when the girl sighed with such giddy glee and she began to skip away.

The gray bat pony’s eyebrow went straight up as the girl tossed a brand new game over the counter and the clerk caught it with no issue. She was checked out with her new game before she even reached the register, as she had popped a bag of money into the air, which he also caught. Midnight stared at her as she did not stop skipping as she was given the game in a bag and the clerk waved her goodbye.

Midnight didn’t stop blinking…

Ooooo

To her surprise, the Prince messaged her at around six, and told her his appointments were done for the day. He’d gone to a meeting with the embassy, had a video call with the Prancian cabinet and even spoken to his father for slightly more than a minute.

To her further shock, he’d invited her to a club. When she got there, she heard a very familiar bunch of instruments playing inside. She walked up and saw the enormous crowd of people lined up all around the building. She took a chance, and figured she could walk up to the VIP section with the very large bodyguard. Behind the red pony with the muscles was a much larger Changeling she hadn’t noticed, but recognized immediately.

“There she is.” Regal said as she nodded toward her. The red pony eyed him, surprised, but then immediately unhooked the red divider, standing aside for her.

“Dude! That’s Midnight!” One of the crowd said, and she was taken aback as the entire crowd began to cheer and start asking her about the Prince.

They stopped, though, as Regal turned an annoyed gaze toward them. Midnight patted him on the bicep as she walked into the club and he opened the door for her, following her in like a gentleman. His annoyed look did not stop them from taking many photos, though.

She rolled her eyes as she saw who was on stage. Dusk was up on stage with his guitar, playing along with the Black Castles. Strawberry played a keytar right beside Sol on her bass and TotalSpark shredding along with Dusk.

They played hard rock and he was singing one of Sparky’s songs about Nightmare Moon, “Black Hole Queen”. She glared up at him as Dusk noticed her and smiled a bit. He hit the chorus, though and began to play along with the band once again as all of them banged on their instruments, Night Moon bashing his drums like they owed him money.

Regal led her into the corner, where a familiar Prince was sitting, but strangely, as he rose, he didn’t seem to stick by it. He walked out to meet her and they shared an amorous embrace. Normally, she noticed that so many new partners were nervous in public places. He even seemed more tentative than the normal ponies she had seen. For her, though, she noticed that he lacked any hesitation in meeting with her in a very small kiss. He kissed both of her cheeks as well, drawing more of a blush.

“Regal told me that your brother is in that band. He is the singer, yes?” He asked and she nodded.

“Yes, Dusk likes to show off the fact that Mother got him guitar lessons. I think my Dad is still his biggest fan.” She admitted and he chuckled.

“They are very talented, and he has a good voice. It almost makes me want to take lessons again.” He said, though with no conviction in his voice. “I’m afraid, I am less than musically inclined, mon amour.”

She giggled at his words and they began to walk toward the bar, where there were many patrons sitting and having drinks, watching the show. All of the tables were filled and Regal seemed to be the only deterrent they had keeping them from approaching. They raised their drinks, though and gave them cheers as they passed by.

To her surprise, the Prince had a beer and she ordered an Amber Sour.

“I wanted to go on the town with you, Minuit. I am not familiar with this city, and it is so beautiful. You are from Ranchtown, you said?” He asked and she nodded.

“Um, yes, and I don’t suppose you’d want to visit there?” She asked and he began to laugh.

“I plan to visit it very soon. From what I understand, it is full of the collège ponies and the beach is tres belle. It is also your home, which piques my interest a great deal.” He took a long quaff of his bottle and she couldn’t help but blush more.

“Oh, were you wanting to attend some classes? I happen to know a few of the teachers there. One of them is opening a class in my friend’s studio. He’s an English teacher.” She said and he smiled.

“Ah, yes, learning French, Abyssinian and English has left my dialect lacking.” He said and she scoffed. He shrugged and chortled. “I also heard the Princess was among the most marvelous of souls. Have you met her? I read that she is with a man that is also quite famous in Prance.” He admitted and she rolled her eyes as she shook her head at him.

“I have not met her and yes, I happen to know about Machismo as well.” She tried not to let on that he had been among her favorites when she needed some alone time to run a vibrating wand across her pussylips.

“Thank you, we’re taking a bit of a break.” Both of them heard Dusk say over the microphone as the band were putting their instruments onto their stands on stage and stretching.

“Oh, hell,” Midnight rolled her eyes and took a long drink as she noticed that all of them were approaching.

Dusk and Night Moon greeted Regal first and the Prince raised an eyebrow as they met in handshakes that were very familiar with one another. Night Moon even patted the large changeling on the shoulder as Strawberry and Sparky came to Midnight.

Midnight smiled at Sparky and met Strawberry, kissing her on the cheek. They all met with the Prince, and the pink pegasus girl couldn’t contain her excitement.

Dusk, however, stayed back and eyed Midnight. There was a smile, but it was somber as she turned to him. They met off to the side as she walked to him and neither of them seemed to be able to meet with eye contact.

“It was good to see you were alright.” He said and she nodded. “I saw you on the news. It was a bit of a shock.” Dusk almost stopped talking as he saw her sigh.

“Oh, cut the shit, Dusk. I was a bitch and I ignored you and Vera. At least have the courtesy to act angry with me.” Midnight put her empty glass on the corner of the bar as two patrons leaned out of her way. “Look, Dusk, I’m sorry. Everything was happening all at once and I got frustrated with it all.”

She was on the verge of tears as the two of them embraced and he gripped the back of her shirt. She let out a few sobs into his chest and he nodded.

“I know, Midnight, I understood what was happening.” He whispered into her ear and she let out another growl of frustration. “I’m only sorry I didn’t try to get in your head when I had the chance. I was going through the same things and I also didn’t handle it very well. I started not wanting to be sober and I drowned myself in the music and Dad’s old video games.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, knowing Diamond Sword possessed a very large collection of old Gauntlet System games that had 8-bit graphics from a bygone era. Midnight was never a big fan of them, but he and their Dad had raised him playing them.

“It all sucked, and I knew it. Vera, though, I tried to keep up with her, but she went with Ember to help Night make that game and all of us just got busy. Mom probably gave you a scolding, but know that I had a very similar conversation with her and I need to have this conversation with…”

“No, Dusk, let me talk to her. You’ve at least been keeping some contact. I need to do that.” She surprised him with the confession and volunteering. There was a silence as they stood near one another and the automatic music was playing over the speakers.

She hated the exposure while discussing such things with her brother, but it couldn’t be helped. She needed to vent all of this out and get it off her chest before she could make peace with it.

Midnight turned back to the Prince to see he was talking to Sparky and Strawberry as they fawned over him a little. Their smiles were very large, but they kept their excitement down from seeing one of their all-time favorite gamers in the professional sense. The fact that he was royalty from Prance hardly entered the equation.

“No, I play the flute.” He admitted and Sparky beamed at him.

“Wow! You don’t see many flute players in the live band scenes. They’re as rare as keytar players.” Sparky said, though, back in the 80’s, they were everywhere. Strawberry nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, if I’d have known I could meet someone like you, I’d have gone to more band practices.” Strawberry confessed, drawing a slightly annoyed look from Sparky.

That was when Sol stepped up toward the Prince with her blue bass guitar in her hands and held it up to him. As he told her before, he leaned down toward it with his marker pen, once again, provided by Regal. He signed it and even drew up a crude Demonhoof II logo on it.

“Sweet! I’m getting clear tape for this one!” Neon Sol said, and it wouldn’t be long before he signed all of their instruments, much to Midnight’s annoyance.

“Wow, Dusk, way to not act lame.” Midnight said, giving him an angry expression as he also held up his beautiful rounded body white guitar.

“It is non problem, Minuit.” The Prince smiled at her as he signed Dusk’s guitar, this one with Demonhoof’s original logo. Effectively, he’d gone through and signed all of their guitars with Demonhoof logos from the first six games. All of them were legible, but wobbly, as he wasn’t an especially gifted artist.

“There, Midnight, now all is forgiven.” Dusk said, causing her to give him murder eyes.

“I will kill you in your sleep!”

OOOoo

Regal kept his distance, not minding at all, as he was accompanied by the lovely cat woman. Both of them were to let them have their date, unbothered by both of them while also remaining in their protection. He walked across the busy sidewalks, and those who noticed him seemed not to mind letting him by.

“So, you prefer Dragon Helm over Demonhoof? I have a level 70 ranger on Dragon Helm 2, but I never found the need to start over with Dragon Helm 3.” He shrugged and she nodded.

“I started from scratch every time. I was never a huge fan of muling for high level starter equipment.” Midnight said as he nodded. “I always preferred paladins. My mom has always been a Black Knight. She has one of the biggest guilds in her server. Of course, that’s because all of her friends play too. She even got my Dad into it, from what he says.” Midnight pressed the crosswalk button as they waited for cars to pass.

They had five people honk at them while two of those cars rolled down the window and hooted with their hands out the window. He gave them a small wave as they passed and all of them began to cross together.

As they kept going down the sidewalk, he stopped for a moment, looking into one of the windows. He stepped back for a little bit as he looked at the sign on top of the building. It was a strip, and most of the shops were bars. Though, they had just about every store you could want, from hardware stores to pool stores. The one he stood in front of, she was very surprised to realize, was a tattoo parlor.

“What? Seriously? Were you wanting to get a tat?” She asked and he rubbed his chin as he squinted at the pictures.

“My father would absolutely kill me.” He admitted, but that did not stop him from walking into it.

Both Regal and Rein were flabbergasted, but the look he gave them told them that they had no say in the matter. Midnight eyed them, then followed him in. It smelled like body odor and cheap sterilization. There only looked to be three patrons, and one of them turned to see them enter as they were on three tables in a row of five.

There were tiny and medium pictures of everything ranging from cartoon turkeys to angels standing over gravestones with “Your text here” written in as placeholders. She had never been inside one of these places, and she was fascinated by how dirty it all looked, aside from the pristine chairs for the customers.

“Welcom—Whoa!” One of them looked up from drawing ridiculous designs on a woman’s tits, to see who entered the shop. The woman was quite annoyed. She was a little older, but her breasts were huge and out in the wide open. Though, once she saw what he saw, she gasped.

“Oh my God, is that the Prin—” She was about to say, but then she noticed the very large bodyguard out in the sidewalk, who eyed her dangerously. Then he licked a bit of his ice cream.

“Bonsoir, I am thinking I may mark my body for the rest of my life.” He said and all three of the tattoo artists looked at each other.

“Yeah, yeah, sit down, you nuts. I’ll handle it.” Another one stepped out of the backroom. She was a taller, leaner pony who eyed the two of them. She had very dark purple fur and a mane of silver and gold. She was quite shapely, but also had tattoos of heart designed, cheshire cat designs and mushrooms over most of her torso. “Sup? I’m Inky. You looking to get a tat or two?”

“Oui, madam, I think I will do one for the game that got me started on this wondrous journey. Demonhoof II is my favorite game, and I wish to commemorate such a momentous occasion.” He said and Midnight gave him an odd look. “Could you put the old helmet, make it black, with my signature lava molten effect?” He asked, pulling out his phone and showing her his in-game armor.

“Sure,” she shrugged, “if you want, it’d probably take about three hours, but I think I can finish it tonight.”

“Tres bonne.” He nodded to her and then she turned to Midnight, whose eyes widened.

“What about you?” She asked, and Midnight looked at Fraguer, who eyed her curiously as well.

Midnight had to think. There were images of her own original Demonhoof armor and she loved the darker shade of purple that went along with her gray wings. That was when she looked at the other side of the wall and eyed some things that drew her attention.

“Oh, you want to be a bad girl?” She asked as she eyed where Midnight was looking.

OOOoo

The next morning, Midnight’s head was throbbing slightly and her mouth tasted like she ate moldy bread. She squinted and looked around, seeing that the bed only had a loose sheet on it, and the fitted sheet was crumpled into the center. A corner of it was wrapped around her shoulder. She looked down to see that they had put many wet spots on it that were now dried.

She was naked and her pussy felt like she’d spent the entire night punching it, but it was not a very bad feeling at all. That was when she felt a very sharp pain in her boob as she rolled over onto it and pressed it against the mattress.

“Son of a bitch!” She hissed, her head hurting even more as she looked at her nipple, her eyes widening. She had two very large studs in her tits, complete with ball-bearing on either side of her nipples. They hurt so bad that any moment of her tits seemed to set them off. “Oh, fuck, I actually did it.”

“Oh! Ma tête.” He said as he held his head and hissed as well. Then he looked at her and his eyes widened. “Mon dieu, they turned out fantastique.” He observed as he got a good look at her dark grayish black nipples that now held silver and seemed to remain hard.

She looked at him, a little annoyed, but then noticed that he was suffering from quite the hangover as well. She tried to remember last night, but once the booze started, it seemed like it didn’t stop. “Okay, I know this is a stupid question, but how much did I drink?”

“After the first piercing, you had half a bottle of rum.” He said and she scoffed. “You said it helped with the pain in your nipple. I can’t imagine they feel good now, oui?”

“No, actually, they feel like two hot bits of coal.” She hissed as she tried not to touch them, but it was so difficult. They were so hard and she wanted to feel the bearings because they were cold, but she had to restrain herself. “What about you?”

As she asked, he was already turning around to show her the most awesome tattoo she’d ever seen. Not only did they get his signature helmet for the original armor in the game, but they also had his double-barreled shotgun. The logo “Demonhoof II” was right below it and she’d shaded the letters into the familiar red and black metal.

“Damn, I should have gotten a tattoo…” She said, but then she realized that she was also feeling a tingling, slight burning sensation on her back.

“You did, mon amor.” He said as he pulled his phone from the side of the bed and showed her.

It was her, alright, and she was smiling like an idiot with a bottle of Amber Cat in her hand as her tits were out, already pierced, and Inky was going at her with a tattoo pen. “What?! Holy shit, how long were we there?”

“Until four, I believe,” he turned to see that his alarm was two minutes from going off, to his dismay. “Oh, merde, my father will be expecting a call very soon.” He held his forehead with a sigh, but then realized that she wasn’t even listening.

She held up his phone in amazement, seeing that she had gotten a very similar tattoo on her back. Her helmet was purple, her rocket launcher crossed the back and Demonhoof was plastered underneath it. The first episode of the first Demonhoof game was, by far, her favorite of them.

“Wait, you mean we have matching tattoos now?” She asked and he chuckled a little bit as he sat on the side of the bed and stretched. His morning wood was enormous and he got up as it wobbled like an ironing board.

“Oui, mon amour. We are now official, for better or worse.” He smiled at her and she rolled her eyes.

There was no sexy time for them that morning. Her vagina already felt like they went a few rounds when they got back to the Prance Embassy, and it was obvious that the idea of talking to his father did not put him in the mood. She had to point her tits away from the water in the shower as they bathed and both of them did not feel very well from all of the liquor.

“Mon Prince!” Rein said as they entered the main room. “Vous ne devriez pas vous enivrer autant avec des gens que vous ne connaissez pas!”

“Je ne suis pas d'humeur à recevoir des leçons. I will drink with whom I like, when I like and I am not to be disturbed for the next hour. Comprend?” He demanded and this was the first time she had seen him act more like royalty was expected to act. He turned to Midnight as Rein ducked her head down in compliance with a small apology. “Pardon moi, mon amour, but I must ask that you go for a little while. My father already knows about you, and he is not happy that I did not tell him beforehand.”

By the way Midnight looked at him, his understanding was symbolized with a nod. Then she remembered that they were talking about the literal Patriarchy, and such things were a bit more complicated than a normal familiar affair. The thought that she would speak against the King of Prance in such a manner may have been a very bad idea.

“Do not worry, Minuit. My father controls far less of me than he thinks. I must retain my title and my respect for the crown, but he will accept you as I do, or he will find my defiance.” He assured her and her cheeks began to flush. The thought that he would literally go against the King just for her was a bit more romantic and slightly heroic than she would ever expect.

That thought made her remember something. Before they embraced for her to leave, she stopped him. Her arm grazed her boob slightly and she remembered that embraces were a bad idea for the moment. Then she reached into her pocket and pulled out a reflective card that made his eyes bug out.

“Mon amour!” His voice was shocked as he pointed at the card. “Where did you get that?” He asked as she handed it to him and he held it like an artifact of the highest worth.

“Some girl gave it to me in a video store yesterday and I kind of forgot about it. What is it?” She asked and he shook his head.

“This could mean many things, but it is something that will have to wait until later.” He seemed so hesitant to put it in his pocket as he sighed. He smiled at her, as if there were something ever so exciting. The look he gave her was strange, but also very enlightened. “You truly are marvelous, Minuit. I want you there when I meet with this girl you speak of.”

She nodded to him and they kissed as they held hands. There were so many questions, but it was plain, as his expression darkened, that he was going to have a phone conversation he did not want to have.

Midnight left and Regal gave her a ride to the hotel Grem had given her the address of. She was expected, it seemed, as the hostess gave her a room card immediately as she saw her.

As she walked up to the door, she heard the unmistakable voice of her mother, and even heard Vera speak. This brought a little smile to her face until she opened the door.

She was treated to a sight she had not been prepared for. Both Vera and her mother were crouched in front of Ember and all of them were naked. Grem had his cock directly down her throat as Vera watched with an astonished expression. Her blowjob was obviously quite luxurious, as it even took Ember a moment to realize that Midnight had walked in on them.

The gray bat pony at the door immediately shut it as she stepped inside. Grem eyed her and slowly slid the cock from her mouth, sucking him the entire way. “Oh, hi, Midnight! You caught us at a great time.” She purred and looked up at a bit of a bashful bat girl.

“Hey, Midnight,” Vera waved to her with a shy smile before Grem handed her the very large, hard brown cock.

“Alright, like I showed you. Make sure to keep up the suction and lick his shaft all the way to the tip. You need to milk that cum out of his cock before your jaw gets tired.” Grem instructed and Vera nodded before beginning to try it out. “Very good, look at his expression. Eye contact while you suck a man’s cock makes him feel more powerful and in control.”

“Hey, Ember,” Midnight waved to him and he smiled at her. “Sorry to… interrupt.”

“Not at all, honey. We just need to—oh, very good, honey!” Grem looked at her daughter as Ember’s breathing began to harshen. Vera was sucking his penis with much more vigor as she applied her mother’s technique. It wasn’t long before Vera squeaked and began to drink.

The way Ember looked down at Vera as he came in her mouth had Midnight raise an eyebrow. It reminded her of how Fraguer looked at her when their lips met on those theater seats. There were so many realizations in that moment that she barely noticed that Vera had let Grem have her boyfriend’s cock to play with as she walked to her sister.

Midnight looked down at the shorter purplish blue bat pony who seemed as if she had a bit more confidence in her hooves. She wasn’t meek toward her, but the elder could sense hesitance in her steps. Without warning, Midnight held her to her and leaned her chin onto Vera’s head. The pain in her nipples burned, but she didn’t care right then. The blonde mare’s eyes widened as they stayed there for a long moment.

As Vera wrapped her arms around Midnight, the hurt could be felt. The physical pain was nearly nonexistent by comparison, and the sudden sob Vera gave cut through her like a very hot blade. They walked into another room as Grem smiled at them, then gave the young man’s big boner a nice big kiss.

They went to the other room connected to that one and shut the door. The two of them held onto one another very tightly as it was Midnight’s turn to sigh. The room was dark, as it held all of their luggage and purchases from the trip and it was obvious the rest of them were not there at the moment.

“I’m so sorry.” Midnight whispered to her as she petted Vera’s hair. There were more sobs into her shoulder as her little sister nodded. “I’m so, so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I didn’t mean to leave you.”

While her sister cried against her, Midnight’s eyes trickled down her cheeks and she rubbed her back. The tears soaked into her shirt, and Vera nodded again. They stayed like that for a long while before they finally decided that sitting on the bed was far more comfortable a place.

Vera leaned onto her sister’s shoulder as she ran a brush through her mane and they calmed down from their initial emotional outburst. Midnight cried quite a bit, and it felt good. This felt so right and seeing her sister was safe and well did wonders for her subconscious brain.

“So, you got him, did you?” Midnight remarked and drew a worried look from her sister. This was laid to rest as it was clear she was not at all angry. “You knew I liked him, Vera, but no, I am not angry at all. I knew they were going to break up and I still did nothing. You were there with him and you were there to comfort him.”

Vera shook her head and sighed. “No, Midnight, he was fine with their breakup, because he saw it coming too. When she made all of those plans for the Ponylimpics, it was obvious we were not part of them.”

Midnight rolled her eyes and kept dragging the brush through her hair. “Well, either way, you stayed with him through all of that work and I’m going to be honest, I’m only jealous because you two work so well together.” She nodded as Vera widened her eyes. “Yes, I see a difference in you. I can see his influence already and I’m liking what I see. You’re right for each other.”

The very high pitched squeal in the back of Vera’s throat made her blush hard as her excitement overtook her. “I didn’t know how I was going to tell you. That makes me so happy.” She admitted as she purred. “I didn’t expect any of it, but he was so nice and so willing to help me, no matter how I needed him. I just want to be there for him and become a stronger girl so I don’t need him so badly.”

This part was rather obvious and that sent a pang of guilt through her once again. Vera was not helpless, but her personality was so passive and there were so many problems in the world that overwhelmed her. The thought of her being alone with that good-for-nothing girlfriend sizzled against her psyche. The fact that Ember took up the mantle so readily was a severe blessing in disguise.

“So, how did you get him to say yes?” She asked and Vera began to blush all across her face.

“He asked me what would make me feel better and I told him that I wanted him to fuck my brains out like a horrid little trollop.” This caused the brush to start moving as Midnight eyed her with a bit of a shocked expression. “Then he put me on the bed and pounded me until I saw the face of every deity in the books…”

The confession caused Midnight to wonder how in the world she knew so little of her own sibling. Evidently, their mother’s influence had more control over them than they had expected.

“What about you? You got quite a guy. Was it magical?” Vera asked in such an innocent tone that made her almost forget she was talking like a porn actress only a moment ago.

“Yes, Vera, he was not at all what I expected and I’m still not sure where we’re going from here.” She admitted and Vera looked away for a moment. “What is it, dear?”

“Well, if he goes back to Prance… does that mean you’re going with him?” Vera asked and the sudden pile of bricks landed on Midnight’s brain in quite the bombastic fashion.

It was always a wonder that her sister’s insights were so astute, yet went unnoticed by the general public. She hadn’t even thought about the fact that her “boyfriend” lived at least three thousand miles away, across a small ocean. After this tournament was done and he was done “studying” abroad, what was his plan?

The look on Vera’s face grew more and more worried until Midnight cupped her cheeks with her palms and pointed her face toward her. She gave her a kiss on the snout and then leaned her forehead against hers in their shared symbol that it was all okay.

“Vera, I am not going to leave you again. I promise, I will never shut you out like that. I’m so sorry, but it seems like all three of us were trying to find our way after everything went wrong.” Midnight sighed and Vera nodded as the two of them cuddled on the bed and leaned against the mattress. The feeling was so familiar, it gave them both goosebumps. They hadn’t made a triplet pile in so long, just being there was making her wonder why she ever would do all that she did. “I don’t know, Vera. I love Prince Fraguer, and it’s only been a day. All those times I told you never to trust a man so quickly and here I am, wondering about any sort of future with him. I can tell you that he will not come between us, and he doesn’t seem to want to. In fact, he finds you quite fascinating.”

Midnight looked at her astonished expression and nodded. Then Vera’s face went beet red once again as it turned out, the Prince was there at the convention they were in. He must have been incognito and quite observant, because he had seen them in their cosplay, kissing and holding on to one another.

“You’ve already asked him to marry you.” Midnight wasn’t asking and Vera rolled her eyes.

“Look, if you had your pussy plunged by a boy from your childhood, I am certain you would be asking similar questions.” Vera shot back and Midnight was a little astonished. “Listen.” She pointed toward the other room.

Grem rode Ember’s big fat dick and her gray bat ass slapped against his lap. She grinned toward him as she plunged her pussy down on his big rod and she couldn’t help squirting some as she came yet again and gritted her teeth. “See, Ember? Still nice and tight.” She gasped as she spoke. Every time he hit her cervix at just the right angle, she couldn’t help but let out a high pitched squawk.

Midnight sighed, pinching her t-zone. “You are very accepting of your own mother fucking your boyfriend.” She said and Vera giggled.

“I wanted my mouth to feel as good as my pussy and it took entirely too long to get him off with my tongue.” The purple pony admitted as her sister continuously shook her head in deep judgment. “I think Mom could convince your boyfriend to move here and be with you forever, if he saw how well she could train you.”

“Oh, shut up,” Midnight groaned, quite annoyed as she patted her sister on the cheek. Vera began to giggle profusely as her sister exasperated. Then there was a sudden gasp as she winced. Vera pulled away suddenly as she had leaned her hand onto her boob.

Before she could ask, she suddenly noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, and the contusions in her shirt made her nipples look alien. Midnight rolled her eyes and revealed her nipple piercings to her sister, who gasped in absolute befuddlement. The astonishment was compounded as she revealed that she also had artwork put on her back. It was still red on the edges, giving it an awesome tinge against her gray fur.

“Wow! Now I kind of wish I played more Demonhoof. You wouldn’t let me when I was little.” Vera accused and Midnight gave her a very familiar, annoyed look.

“It had spinal chords and ribcages splattering against floors and walls, of course you shouldn’t have been playing it. You remember what happened when I caught Dusk playing it in the living room.” Midnight pointed with a glare. The sibling fight they had turned to a grappling match as he stopped her from telling their Dad. Diamond only became angry because he used up all of his save slots when he only needed one.

It boiled down to Vera putting her head on Midnight’s shoulder and sighing. It was clear that she was just happy to be there. She was so happy to be with her sister again and be able to tell her all of the wonderful things that had happened to her recently. Midnight never liked her hippogryph girlfriend, saying she was a very bad influence on her and it took a long time to find out that she was right. All of the insecurities gone amiss and all of the complaints ignored. It felt too good, making it hard to discern as a toxic relationship.

There was none of that now. They had each other and Midnight made it very clear that they were going to stay like that.

As they returned to the room, Grem’s tits were being doused in a heavy load of cum. Ember was jerking himself off after clearly plowing their mother into multiple orgasms. “Very good, Ember. Now, you need to learn how to recover from two orgasms and fuck my daughter until she cums as well.” The mother batpony smiled sweetly at him as his eyes bugged out and he looked at Vera, who beamed at him. She was still very naked and it took her no time at all to jump onto the bed on all fours.

As Midnight witnessed her little sister get into a position where she showed off her vagina and asshole, she rolled her eyes. This was typical.

The Demon Championship

The air was electric as one of Manehattan’s largest convention centers was turned into the largest Demonhoof tournament since Demonhoof V. Players brought their personal VR equipment, headsets, computers, and set up in an enormous arena full of VR booths. There were so many screens showing preliminary matches for those who entered the tournament and wanted a chance at the top spot in the rankings.

The top players were given their own entrance, away from fans and away from nosey journalists. There was a lot of talent, from what Fraguer could discern from the display screens in their large VIP area. He watched as they took down one another in many ways, showing speed, accuracy and dexterity that got them in the tournament in the first place.

Midnight felt as if she were in her first tournament, staring down the screens and worrying about how good they were by comparison. These were rookie thoughts and totally beneath her.

“Mon amour, you are so nervous.” He said as she looked at him. “Has it really been so long since you played professionally?” He asked and she shook her head.

“It’s only been about half a year, but it feels like a century.” She admitted and he nodded.

“Well, then, I guess you’re either going to come out of it or you’re going to lose.” A deeper voice said, but with a genuine smile on his face. Midnight looked at Cyberpunk and greeted him warmly. “I know the feeling, Middy. When my first son was born, I thought I was going to have to give up gaming forever. Once my wife assured me that she was capable of raising the children while I worked more hours, it didn’t take long, though.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new challenger for top ranking! Give it up for Vanilla Soda!” The voice said over the intercom, and there was a huge cheer.

All of their eyes turned to the screen to show a bright red armored player with a sniper rifle, cheering on as she had blown her opponent completely apart. The replays showed her firing one round into his chest with her rifle, but then shooting an oil drum directly behind him and causing his character to vaporize.

“Well, there’s Vanilla. Now we just need Red Shadow.” Cyberpunk beamed at his teammates’ progress, seeing that his training was not for nothing.

Red Shadow made it as well, along with eight other players as time went on. Soon, it came time to suit up for the rest of them. Kane was noticeably absent, as his crude remarks and removal from the party had his VIP pass revoked, forcing him to party with the “common rabble” as he put it.

As the MC, Razor, took the stage in front of the largest screen in the convention center, there came a very loud cheer from all of those playing and the many in the crowd. It was time, and all of them began to suit up.

“Who’s ready for some demon carnage?!” Razor shouted into the microphone like a game show host with anxiety. The crowd’s report was immense and he shook his fist before punching it into the air. “Yes! That’s the energy, folks! We now are at our main event! All the standings are here and now, we’re getting to our first set of the finals! Get ready! Cyberpunk! The King Punk, himself against Flash Bang!”

The crowd went absolutely wild as the bright blue armor came on screen and Cyberpunk locked and loaded his shotgun. He used the normal shotgun, but it was customized with designs that he created himself. His entire suit was streaked with bright blue lines all through the metal plating.

The yellow armored Flash Bang had nothing. The round began and Cyberpunk immediately used higher elevations to jump over his opponent and shower him with flak. The first kill came from an explosive shell blast breaking through his torso, and the crowd blared with approval. He maybe took enough damage to count on two hands while Flash Bang’s head was constantly blown off his body in an almost comedic show of skill that overshadowed another. He was no merciful, and Flash Bang never got a kill, giving him the perfect kill/death ratio.

“Brutal as hell, Cyberpunk! Way to go!” Razor roared and the crowd agreed with a thunderous cheer! “Next! Our lady Midnight, Axel vs Goldsmith, codename, Nemesis!”

Midnight’s booth went dark as her visor turned on and she was transported into her purple armor, giving the crowd the largest cheer yet! They were both in a destroyed military base, on the airfield with destroyed and burning aircraft, skeletons and demon filth all around them. She faced down the golden armor of Goldsmith, a player she had known from the Tree of Death.

“You ready?” The grin was palpable behind his visor as he readied his assault rifle, and she held her rocket launcher with a tight grip. “You probably should have stayed with the absent narrative.”

“You should save your breath for when I knock it out of your lungs.” Midnight retorted, and he scoffed.

“DESTROY THEM!” Razor roared, and the two of them immediately began to fire.

The golden armor took the first hit as they began to strafe. She read his movements, though, and blasted the area around him rather than aiming straight at him. She took one line of bullets from his assault rifle, but she replied with a grenade that blasted him straight apart for the first kill.

To his horror, as soon as he respawned, there came another barrage of rockets heading toward him. He was immediately blasted to the side as the explosions hit, and his HP was taken down to half.

After tripping and stumbling, he’d avoided the second death and gotten a health pickup. He looked around where the missiles came from, but he did not dally in one spot. He began to trek around the destroyed craft in gigantic smoldering piles of metal as he glared around himself in a sweat.

His reaction time surprised her. As soon as he saw her come out and fire off one rocket, he began to fire his rifle at full auto. His aim was terrible, for a tournament fighter, as going fully automatic caused him too much recoil. As soon as she ducked behind cover, she dropped a grenade directly at his feet and his pieces went flying.

It was a game of cat and mouse, and Goldsmith was not the cat. As soon as he saw her, he would try to jump away, but her sniper rifle began to crack bullets through him like a baseball through glass.

He showed some skill, though, as he fired off the blaster rifle as she appeared again. While it was not especially accurate, it did have a great deal of damage dealt. She took her first death as she took a headshot, and the tournament finalists were very surprised when the crowd let out a disappointed “oh!”.

She did not get discouraged, nor did she curse, she simply changed up her tactics. The tactics became clear as there was yet another crack from an unknown location and his HP was suddenly down to twenty. He panicked immediately and looked like an idiot firing off every which way before a rocket cratered the floor beneath him.

“You cheating bitch!” The thoroughly disheveled Goldsmith shouted and there came laughter from the crowd at the pathetic sound in his voice. “I remember you! You kept sniping me in the EGL tournaments and you kept hiding! I remember you could never beat me in a fair fi–” He was suddenly interrupted as the twentieth kill came. A bullet rattled off directly behind him as she casually walked up and fired. There was a very long moment of silence before the crowd went ballistic!

“Remember that, asshole?” Midnight muttered before the match ended in victory. Twenty to one kills and Goldsmith was sent with his tail between his legs. The embarrassment of the former Tree of Death members was starting to grow staggering and Razor was absolutely loving every moment of it. He was a former Tree of Death member himself and it was obvious he did not give a toss.

“I think we’ll all remember that!” Razor shouted in front of the crowd as he kept their energy up. “Fucking awesome! Get that next match up on the screen! Vanilla Soda! The Queen Sweet, against her former teammate Arcade, The Cade!”

The Green Wizards had had something of a falling out when the Knights of Chaos went under. Some of them blamed Ember for breaking them up, but those in the know distanced themselves from those members while Cyberpunk simply booted from from the group. Arcade was probably one of the biggest denouncers and Vanilla Soda locked horns with him immediately.

As the match was going on, it was clear that Regal was keeping an eye on the Prince, but he also noticed another doing the same. Rein, with her VIP backstage pass, eyed the large changeling with a sniff of disapproval.

“Monsieur Insect Horse, I trust you have sufficiently kept our royalty away from harm?” The cat woman’s very large chest protruded through her solid white blouse that looked thick, but still showed the outlines of her very hard nipples. He couldn’t help but notice that she had on a shorter skirt than the day before as well.

“Yes, and can you stop calling me that? I’m Regal, not royalty, but I am Regal.” He corrected her and she scoffed.

“You think you can look after Prince Faguer better than me because of your…” As she looked down at his pants, it was obvious that he was enjoying the view between her blouse’s v-neck opening. Her tits were mostly white and the bust between them went straight down between their bulk. His cock, however, was gaining mass at an alarming rate and her face was turning a different shade.

The Prince was enjoying the show of Vanilla going head to head against a similarly skilled opponent, and everyone else’s eyes were glued to the screen, even when they welcomed back Midnight as a winner with a cheer. She sat beside Fraguer and they met in a tiny peck.

“No, I just so happen to be a pretty big guy.” Regal said and shrugged, making her look at him with a cross expression. “I can stand in front of him and get hit with a lot. I don’t know what else to tell you. I’m sure you have your own sk–” Before he could even say it, her skill came out as she put her fingers into his inner thigh and he felt a pressure in his leg that made him go to one knee. His eyes widened at her as she brought him down to almost eye level and she got him behind one of the snack machines.

Regal couldn’t say anything, as she climbed on top of him like an acrobat and suddenly revealed she had no thong on as she pressed her lower lips against his mouth. She was stinky, the kind of stinky that made his cock go full mast in his pants as she began to rub her pussy on his face.

She was shocked that his very large, slithering tongue found its way deep into her gash and she had to cover her mouth. She was up-side down with her legs wrapped around his neck and her hands were starting to work furiously on his pants.

“Monsieur Regal! You are not playing—” She tried so hard to silence herself, though she needn’t bother. The volume on the TV was ridiculous and the watchers were getting into it.

“You brought this on yourself.” Regal growled at her before starting to mash her pussy into mush with his tongue. Her juices coated his oral muscle and she couldn’t get his pants undone fast enough.

One look at the long, thick green dick and her eyes went to their widest.

“Mon dieu…” She whispered, but her tongue slid across her lip as her pussy was obliterated and she came on his face. He accepted a small spray of juice before continuing, even when he felt her pussy tighten to an extensive rate.

She cried out, but was muffled as she slobbered all over his length. Rein coated his shaft with her saliva before picking him up with some effort and sucking on the head with many big, long licks.

The bug horse was not to be deterred, though and Rein was starting to lose herself in the strong musk of a big, bright green dick that filled her head with a dizzying sensation that nearly made her faint.

He stopped, though, and very slowly eased her down against the machine so she could catch her breath and right her head. She was beginning to show signs of delirium brought on by being up-side-down and he didn’t want her to be sick.

Regal did, however, lift her leg up and plant his cock against her labia folds with enough pressure to make her head light up once again. She looked back at his gigantic penis and suddenly, she wasn’t as high and mighty as before.

“Monsieur Regal! Fuck my pussy until I cannot walk! I want to feel your strong, muscly body against me as I long to get baby milk in my cunt!” She confessed and the sudden realization came to him. He’d loved Tsundere anime, yet he was too stupid to see that she was baiting him the whole time.

She got a big fat pillar of changeling flesh inside her and she came yet again upon entrance. She was already tight, and she only got tighter, yet his big manly phallus snaked in all the same. She was so full. He filled every crevice and stretched her to her limit. The slight pain only added to her orgasm as she drizzled vaginal fluids all over his big strong dick.

The changeling was not lasting, though. With such a tight fit around his dick, she was milking him hard. He let out a small exasperation as he pulsed one white hot sheet inside of her. Her eyes went as wide as they could as she temporarily forgot her own name.

Her face went slack as her tongue lulled out the side of her mouth in a daze. His semen filled her and then drooled out of her cunt into a small puddle. She was so full, there wasn’t a single part of her sheath that wasn’t filled with either big green horse cock or horse spunk.

As soon as his cock slipped out of her, it felt as if she were deflated. The sensation nearly made her knees buckle. Then both of them looked to the side, finally noticing that Prince Fraguer was standing there with an eyebrow raised.

“Monsieur Regal and Madam Rein, I will be leaving the room for my match in un instant.” He said in a very low tone, so that others would not hear. “When you are done cleaning up, I would appreciate the company.”

Both of them nodded to him and both of them blushed very deeply. After a brief apology and very quickly cleaning themselves with full size towels, they made their way out with their Prince.

Before Regal could ask, he saw who the Prince was up against. Both of them furrowed their brow as they saw the very large pony suited up in his motion suit. Kane stood with that cocky grin on his face, ready to enter the booth.

“Alright! Here’s a match you’ve all been waiting for!” Razor said with his microphone in hand and his finger pointing to either contestant. “Kane the Death Dealer vs Prince Fraguer The Demon Slayer!” The crowd gave a huge roar of applause as they began to hoot and holler. The energy was electric, but Fraguer was not smiling. He was concentrating and measuring up his opponent as he stepped up to his booth and got inside. Both of his bodyguards stood firm to make sure there were no crazed fans or anyone else attempting to make their way through the barriers.

They appeared in one of the final arena levels of the game and there was another cheer as Kane revealed his large repeating blaster rifle as he wielded it. He had a chrome armor with jagged cracks running all through it. The Prince stood with his black, molten lava armor as he locked his double barreled shotgun closed.

The finals were ten death victories, as the HUD showed in their helmets.

“3 2 1. Destroy them!” The demon announcer declared, and the two of them bolted forward. The arena was full of black, molten boulders that were used for cover, and the center was an entire pentagram glowing with brimstone. The Prince found that he was close enough to be fired upon as Kane lit up his lasers through the center ring.

The crowd went ballistic as the first blow was struck and the Prince took damage on his side before taking cover.

“Not so high and mighty, are we, Prance boy?” He growled as the large stallion began to race toward him. As soon as he turned the corner to take down Fraguer, he failed to realize that he had very quickly changed his position. The Prince fired on him, point blank, from behind and shattered his armor. “Fuck!” He growled, but it was too late. Fraguer bolted to the side and left a grenade that blasted Kane apart.

One kill, and the crowd was bombastic! “Damn! Kane is taken down by a well laid trap and a grenade!” Razor shouted with his microphone and the large stallion respawned with another curse.

“You little bastard! I’ll show you real flesh munching!” Kane roared as he came back with a vengeance.

The next firefight was far more destructive. There was a reason that Kane was considered quite dangerous, and Fraguer began to see it on their next encounter. He was a learning opponent. The same trick did not work twice on him and Fraguer knew it. He’d studied this pony for just such an occasion, but he also knew that Kane did the same.

He shifted between cover and let off another spray of shotgun shells as he met the pony in combat once again. This time, though, a black metal scythe came from Kane’s arsenal, and sliced Fraguer hard! His armor was rended and the damage was palpable. The Prince strafed and fired another blast into the stallion, but the scythe chopped him down.

Midnight cursed as she watched from the screen. Her eyes were glued to the screen and she punched the air. “Come on!” She growled, drawing eyes from the other players who watched.

As soon as Kane made his way through the jagged boulders and the hellscape arena, he was met with another surprise. This time, the Prince pulled out a chaingun and began to fire at him as soon as he was out in the open. Kane made the attempt to get back to cover, but the whiplash from the bullet barrage knocked him back and to the side.

They both threw grenades, though, and the blast sent both of them straight back. Kane had five hit points remaining, and there were no health items in sight. He pulled out his magnum pistol and pointed it straight for the Prince, but he lunged straight up! As soon as he locked onto Fraguer with his weapon, he fired, but then a flaming sword stabbed him straight through the chest.

Both were killed and both respawned. The game was tied and the crowd went wild! The two of them were very evenly matched, getting shots on one another one after the other before they were down to their few remaining kills.

The Prince gained the upper hand for a short time, but then Kane killed him twice in a row, bringing their scores both to nine.

They met in the ring and all training wheels were removed as the kid gloves came off. Kane threw all three of his grenades into Fraguer’s vicinity, forcing him out into the open as he dodge. Kane didn’t expect him to be met with a grenade thrown directly at his face, though. As soon as Kane backed away, he fired off a barrage of laser bolts, but was hit with damage that took half of his health.

Fraguer took three bolts to his side, but rolled out of the way, releasing a mid-range scatter of shotgun shells. The two of them were running low on health, and Fraguer darted a grenade at him once again. The large stallion hit the grenade straight back with a haymaker punch and the Prince was hit with a hard bout of partial damage.

His armor was shattered and he was blown against a wall.

Kane began to charge. His black scythe burst its blade into white flames as he readied for a powerful swing with a running head start. As soon as he was within range, though, Fraguer kicked one leg off of the wall. To his astoundment, the shorter, lankier pony jumped into something like a curveball spin. As soon as he aimed his shotgun downward, he revealed that he had the barrels with six holes each, firing off four shells. All of the holes plunged scatter shot into Kane’s skull, decimating his head and securing the kill.

There was silence as Fraguer landed on his hooves and let out a deep breath. In that momentary pause, he popped all four shells out of his gun and loaded four more before locking it back.

“Victoire…” He said, nonchalant in his demeanor. The crowd loved him and nearly broke the sound barrier. Kane’s fist literally went through the booth’s glass and shattered it as his curse was lost in the roar of over a thousand gamers.

“Fraguer is officially the first grand finalist!” Razor announced as the crowd calmed down a little bit, only to stoke them further.

There was a shutter of fear from the crowd as Kane burst from his booth in a blind rage. His suit was ripped to shreds around his hand, showing he was bleeding. He didn’t care, though, he began to rush toward Fraguer’s booth, his fists ready to beat him within an inch of his life. He was met with another, larger fist straight into his snout.

Regal breathed a huge sigh of liberation as he punched his fists together and popped all of his knuckles at once. “GOD that felt good! Get your ass over here!” He roared, and there was another type of cheering going on.

The crowd began to hoot and chant for them to fight as Regal pulled his motion suit into yet another punch to his face. Kane spat a spray of blood from his maw, but then came back with two punches to Regal’s chest. The changeling’s eyes widened and he was stunned almost to the core. His face went aghast and there was a small pause between the two of them as he put his hand on his chest.

“Seriously?” Regal looked down at his chest and barked a huge laugh. “No wonder you’re angry. You hit like a PUSSY!” Regal smashed his fist directly into Kane’s chin and the large pony stumbled with a douse of blood down his chin.

Kane looked at him with a hard frown of furious rage, but then his knees began to wobble and his eyes went haywire. The large pony fell to his knees and that was when the lovely Abyssinian jumped onto his back. To an astounded audience, she pulled out five long plastic strings. As she wrapped them all around his wrists, she revealed them to be zip ties that she began to pull one after the other. In quick fashion, she hogtied Kane.

There was a great deal of laughter as she stood atop his back and glared down at him. Then the cheers came as Fraguer walked out of his booth and waved to the crowd. He even put his hoof onto Kane’s back and then lifted his bodyguard’s hands in victory.

It took a very long time to chill the crowd out for the next batch of matches, as that would soon live on as one of the largest moments in EGL history. The defeat of Kane was so absolute, he was officially banned from the entire league and blacklisted from all of his sponsors and platforms. His outburst literally cost him his career as a gamer.

As soon as Fraguer made it back to the VIP room, he was immediately pulled to the side of the threshold. He yelped and Regal nearly turned the corner with his fist until he realized who pulled him aside. Midnight’s lips met his and he immediately poured himself into the kiss. She breathed hard and her hands went through his mane as they rubbed all down the back of his head and his neck. He went so far as to put his hand on her ass and squeeze as she gasped.

“You sexy bastard, I wanted to beat him!” She whispered to him and then caught his tongue in her mouth as she swirled hers around it once again. One touch of his pants and she felt the very large member that pitched a hard tent.

With his very large body, Regal leaned against the wall in front of them, blocking any prying eyes from looking. One gamer tried to look around him but his scowl very quickly pulled his eyes away.

It was a good idea, because it didn’t take long for Midnight to get to her knees and engulf his entire cock deep into her maw. Her next match was after the current one, but she had some time. With a force of will, she took in his cock with her mouth, licking over it with her tongue. One thought of her mother’s technique and she was gingerly working her mouth over his head and shaft.

“Oh, Minuit, you are going to make a mess.” He put his hand on the wall and shivered as he felt her tongue flick the edge of his glans. She looked up at him with her blue eyes, blinking as if she had no idea what he meant. The innocent, cute look on her face made him gasp a little and he suddenly felt every part of her mouth as she sucked his cock nice and hard. One grasp of his balls and rubbing his scrotum caused him to give a huge exhale.

She had never tasted cum, and she had no idea it would be so salty and sweet. Midnight gulped him in, though and the last lick she ran across his head made him shiver. Without warning, though, as he seemed to be simmering down, she suddenly grasped his big blue dick in a tight grip. He gasped again, this time widening his eyes at her as she grinned.

“Thought I’d give you something before I took you down, my love.” She whispered to him and his cock twitched back to life almost immediately. “Get ready.” Midnight smiled sweetly at him and he chuckled a little.

One match went by, and Midnight stomped out the last of the embers as she stood over the nameless gamer she’d just trampled. One charge of her sniper rifle and a large casing hit the ground as she stood over her defeated foe, much to the crowd’s delight.

The final match came and the dream match was on the screen as the two of their images showed up in a “versus” stance. Axel vs DémonTueur was splayed across the screens and there came the final boss level.

The arena was a stadium, but this one was filled with pitfalls, lava traps and there was very little in the way of cover. The stone seating, the molten arena floor was twice as large, and the health items were moot. There was only ammo pickups and there were no power ups.

The crowd sat in silence as they focused everything on the match and the two of them showed up at either end of the stadium. They stood on either side of the top, hooves planted on the highest seating as they stared one another down. Both of them remembered their techniques and both of them knew that they were not even going at their hardest in their former match.

“3 2 1, destroy them!” The demon announcer growled, and both of them immediately began to strafe. One stop and one aim, in the blink of an eye, she pulled the trigger. Her sniper rifle cracked through the air and he took a hard hit in the shoulder. He retaliated with his chaingun, which blared a barrage of bullets directly at her.

She ran to the side, but he made sure to shoot in front of her, forcing her to jump down a level and start running down the bleachers. As he turned his fire downward, she fired once again, this time hitting him in the chest and delivering his first death of the game!

The crowd cheered, but were immediately silenced as the two of them met in the middle with melee combat. His sword locked with her pike, and the flames of red and blue danced as they sliced and clanged the metal. He struck a hard blow as she knocked her pike to the side and jabbed. His sword cut through her armor like butter, but she used that opportunity to throw a grenade straight for his face.

To her surprise, though, he batted it straight back at her with his open palm and took minimal damage as he jumped back from the explosion. There was another hard cheer as Midnight respawned and immediately bolted forward.

She ran and strafed along the top of the arena seats, firing off multiple sniper shots every single time he became visible. Her shots were quick and she had aim, but she was not lining her shots. He was hit twice in the shoulder and the arm, but then began to unleash his minigun’s devastating fire. He received a headshot for his troubles for her second kill.

There came a time whenever both of them were slicing and rolling to the side. Their weapons kept coming so close to their heads and their bodies, but they continued the dodge. Their blades clanged together in a show of force and strength. Their endurance seemed infinite, but both of them were slick with sweat all over. Neither of them were giving quarters as they unleashed blasts of destruction and mayhem in their wake.

As their kills turned into the latter half, new weapons began to emerge and both of them took up their new arms. Midnight fired off a blade of energy that soared through the air and cut his armor deep, but he retaliated with three grenades from a launcher that suddenly stuck to the ground around her. Behind cover, she was killed by three explosions.

He did not have time to celebrate, though, as an energy blade came from the other direction and he was still gasping for breath in recovery. He made it behind cover and that was when she surprised everyone by jumping up to his cover and leaping straight to the top with one kick off. She flipped over him and fired off a blade straight through his head.

“Merde…” Fraguer was exhausted, having to make sure sweat didn’t get in his eyes as he kept going, unable to rest. He had no idea that her entire body was soaked with sweat and that she was also losing a great deal of energy in this last homestretch.

It came back down to one kill each. Neither one of them showed mercy and both of them wanted the win. There was no tie and there were no ways out.

They fired! Running toward each other, they knew there was no other way to win than a lucky shot. It was either that, or start wearing themselves down with more maneuvers that were aching their bones and running them dry with sweat.

She was hit in the chest with a buckshot, he was hit with with the blast from a rocket but then he returned fire with another spray of shells. She moved side but still took damage. They began circling one another in a strafe, firing and dodging as fast as they could before she grabbed his barrel and moved it to the side. As he missed his fire he knocked her rocket launcher to fire straight up and away from them.

Soon, it was a familiar struggle as they kept trying to gain the advantage. Very low on health and energy, the two of them continued to grapple and grab each other’s arm before they found themselves locked. Face to face, helmet to helmet, they gasped for breath and gazed into each other’s blue, beautiful eyes. It was in that moment that she twisted her arms around and he let a hand slip before she tried to get it back into the fray.

Their arms were bound as their hands grasped their wrists and he grunted as he stood firm against her. She couldn’t help but dip her head down before finding it very hard to breathe.

“Mon amor…” He whispered, suddenly weak. She nodded to him.

“I love you…” She whispered to him and he gasped once. She fired off a magnum pistol through his chest.

The crowd exploded into cheers as he fell to the ground, and she stood with her golden Wolf .50 caliber magnum pistol smoking from the barrel. Midnight was declared the victor and even Prince Fraguer applauded her as he exited the booth.