Midnight and the Prince

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.