[Two weeks later]

Taking another swing at the practice dummy with Mayhem, I fought down the urge to cackle like a madwoman. Gnarl had been right about that I might be able to become somewhat resistant against my new blades side effect.

I wiped my forehead as I suddenly heard another women’s voice ring out //Yes! Look, Umbra, Overlady, whatever, I need your help here!//

"Da fuq?" I wondered, only to feel a slightly familiar pull at my very core "Oh, oh damn, oh damn..." I cursed as I ran over to where I had deposited my helmet during my training. Just as I reached it and managed to put it on, blue light erupted from underneath my feet and once again, I was whisked away.

As soon as the light faded and the minimal nausea faded, I looked around to see where I had ended up this time. Some sort of camp if the tents where a clue and…

Gah, a fight! I was summoned straight into a god damn fight. Now I know how Wade must have felt like at our first meeting.

"Yo!" I heard the same voice from my summon calling. Turning my head I saw a young woman (somewhere around my age I ventured a guess) with black hair and an somewhat familiar outfit consisting of a slightly tattered cloak, a taunt black top, short shorts, knee high sock thingies and some sort of Naruto-ish sandals evade some kind of magical blast that instantly covered the ground where she had stood in a thick layer of ice. I even managed to locate her attacker, a weird, white floating creature. Also there was a... a stallion, a damn anthro stallion present. The stallion looked weirdly familiar to me, like someone had mashed King Sombrero together with another pony. His horn was slightly curved, there where tiny fangs showing in his mouth and his eyes were glowing in an unhealthy color, just a bright cyan instead of green. That combined with a dark toned tux that reminded me somehow of Clan Ventrue would have made him rather imposing if I would not have felt something else that moment.

Once again I felt royally fucked. There where Anthro-Verses out there and I of course got a NormPony-Verse. Fun-fucking-tastic!

Drawing Mayhem, I closed the distance to the raven haired woman with a few leaps, listening to the voice of instinct and taking a position that allowed me to cover her right side. Right this moment I was internally thankful for Gnarl for sicking my lazy ass through all kinds of training regimes to increase my overall fitness and my reflexes. Not that I ever would tell him so.

"So, you called for my services yes?" I asked her in a chitchat tone, scanning our surroundings and searching for a nice spot of ley line to summon my Minions.

"Yeah," the woman by my side replied. It was then that I noticed the large purple wings on her back, black bone-like scales running along their spines (seriously, how could I have overlooked them until now?). "Kinda being attacked by Nightmare-infected ponies and Pokemon, so anything you could do to- get down!" She tackled me to the ground right before I saw a ball of swirling purple energy sail past where my head had once been. "God damn Froslass..."

>>Wait, what? Pokemon? Nightmare infected? Where the freaking fuck?<< My mind was tossed a nice curve ball, quite literal in form of a purple energy ball that missed my head just because I was tackled to the ground by my summoner. Sadly I had no chance to enjoy that because she jumped up again and blew a god damn stream of fire at a white, floating Pokemon. Talk about hot hn?

Well, at least that gave me a nice opportunity to inspect raven hairs backside. Juicy, juicy. :3

It was then when I again felt the by now familiar presence in my mind, the thrum of power. Getting back at my own feet, I noticed that the little bastard that tried to blast my head of was just evading the swath of flame unleashed on it. I knew that this was an opportunity to even the score with Floaty. Reaching into my Mana, I recalled my training sessions and hurled my own fiery projectile at the little bastard. I felt the corner of my lips tuck up in grim satisfaction as the Fireball hit it dead on and sent it on the ground in a miserable screeching heap. A well-deserved fate for anyone foolish enough that would try to attack me. After being sure that my victim would not get up again, I looked around to get a idea of how many more victims were waiting for me.

"Dude," the girl breathed, clearly out of breath from her attack. "That was brutal." She turned to where the stallion attacker once was, letting out a cry of surprise when a beam of black magic slammed into her. Thankfully, she managed to bring her wings around her just before it hit and a slight white glow coated her body when she did.

"He's the main target!" she cried, slowly getting pushed back by the stallion's continuous attack. "Try to take him alive, he's being controlled by the Nightmare!" With that, she rolled to the side, managing to disrupt the stallion's concentration enough that his attack flickered out, but he soon replaced it with another, which the girl took full-force to the back, crying out in pain
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Hmm, from the looks of it the guy that was firing a black beam of death at my summoner seemed pretty powerful, I had to hand the stallion that. I could practically feel the dark magic ooze out of him, something the faint voice in my mind had taught me. This feeling was... strangely exhilarating, to say at least. That guy was someone worth of my attention and boy, was he going to get it.

My musings were broken by the pained cry of raven hair as she took a new dark beam to her back. Time to take action and show this amateur how to really make use of dark magic!

After I finally found a sufficient ley line, I reached out with my mind and the boiling well of dark magic deep within my soul. A portal popped out of the ground, yellow fog wafting out of it.

"Alright fucker, playtimes over!" I roared, the battle starting to affect me more noticeably as adrenalin poured into my system. The moment I finished my sentence, I send out the mental call and thirty five Brown Minions erupted out of their portal, clad in black cuirasses and sleek helmets that hid their faces, brandishing curved swords, axes and spears.

Pointing at the dark mage wannabe, I growled out "Minions, sick!" and with joyful battle cries my little warriors surged forward like a brown wave. He growled, sweeping his head round, the black beam following the motion of his horn.

"Fool!" he cried. "Insolent cur! You cannot defeat the power of Lord Darkrai! His shadow shall eclipse Equus, and all shall bow down to his glory!"

"There is only one shadow here and that is me!" I yelled and rushed towards the stallion together with my Minions, some of them getting caught in the dark laser and ending up as brownish skull clouds. "And I bow to no fucking one!"

Punctuating my statement I let my left hand snap out and unleashed a Corruption Burst at the ass that somehow became more and more familiar to me. The magical lightning did what I wanted it, acting as a flashy distraction for my target.

He was knocked to the side by a purple blur, disrupting his beam and allowing my minions to swarm him.

"Got ya now!" I smirked maliciously as I watched my Minions starting to pommel the stallion with the butts of their weapons or their fists.

Closing the distance to my prey, I grabbed his horn and yanked hard at it. "Now fuzzy, I am curious. Tell me, do you know what they call a unicorn without a horn?" I asked, casually raising my sword.

For a moment, his cyan eyes flickered, losing their glow as fear took over.

"Umbra, no!" I turned to see my summoner, a look of horror on her face. "He's under Darkrai's mind control, it's not his fault!"

"That’s why I am just going to cap his antenna." I deadpanned, tightening my grip on the stallions horn. "No more antenna, no more connection right?"

"No!" the stallion pleaded. "A unicorn's horn is everything! Even the tiniest missing part cuts off all connection to their magic resources!"

"Wait a minute..." My summoner came closer, kneeling down and staring into the stallion's eyes. "Who am I talking to right now?"

The stallion stared at her for a moment before sneering, trying to move away. "Ugh," he spat. "You again. What do you want, you disgusting creature? Come to assault me again?"

And like that, I socked him right in the face and brought the edge of Mayhem closer to his horn afterwards. "I would be careful buddy. You have two dangerous woman and a bunch of violence happy kobolds just waiting to shred you." I told him in a happy voice.

"As surprising as it may be," the woman chuckled, standing up and pushing her hands against the small of her back, bending over slightly, which gave me golden opportunity to steal a few lonely nights worth of stares at her glorious, plump D-Cups, "I'm glad he said that. Disgust, in this case, is better that death threats, because that means that Blueblood is somehow in control again."

Now it clicked as I heard the name. A slightly insane chuckle escaped my throat as I brought my face closer to Bluebloods. "Oh Bluey, its you? Why didn't you said so old chap? I would have snapped your horn right from the start. And maybe forced you to eat your weight in apple fritters."

"He couldn't have," my summoner stated. "Because when we were fighting, he wasn't Blueblood then. He was Bloodborne, his Nightmare version." She paused, crossing her arms and glaring at the stallion. "Don't know how he's himself right now, even if it is only in his head. Oh!" She turned to me, holding her hand out. "I'm Zinnia, by the way. Didn’t get a chance to introduce myself earlier."

Giving my Minions the mental command to keep Blueblood on the ground with a side order to slice his horn of should he try anything funny, I let go of his horn and stood up. Finally I got an opportunity to take my summoner Zinnia in for the first time. She was defs a right hottie, with her firm legs, the bountiful bust and her still gorgeous raven hair. I did the one thing other part of my mind told me to, I took my helmet off, gently took her hand and gave her my best smile. "Enchanté Zinna." I said before kissing her hand. "Umbra, at our service."

Zinnia giggled at my actions, taking her hand back and shooting me a lidded gaze. "Trust me," she said. "You don't need to act all romantic with me. I flirt with everyone, and many of them join me in the bedroom soon after. And I must say, I wouldn't mind a look under the rest of your armor. Especially if you're that cute everywhere else."

>>Ohohoo, score!<< I cheered internally as I took in what she just said. >>Okay, play it cool now girl!<<

"My, my, Zinnia. Well, I said I was at your service and I would be happy to oblige." I smiled before I glanced at old Blueballs that was still pinned under my Minions. "But before that, I think we should find a safe cell or something for Bluey here. And maybe you could give me a rough summary of what is going on here? Pokemon in an Anthro-Verse, that’s a new one to me."

"We're gonna need something to suppress his magic, too. If he loses control again, I don't want him getting away." She paused, looking around for a moment. "Dammit!" she shouted. "Bandito's gone, and so are Dash and Mac!"

"Bandito? Who´s that?"

"Sheriff Silverstar got 'Nightmared' by Darkrai, Bandito's his Nightmare name."

I resisted to urge to facepalm. "Ah, okay, makes sense I guess." Seriously, what the ever loving fuck was going on here? I didn't know much about Darkrai except that it was some kind of shadow-emo-sih Pokemon so why had Celestia not simply unleashed a Solar Flare upon him and... oh wait, nearly forgot that most Celestias were chronically incompetent when dealing with threats. "So, that guy went and nabbed Skittles and Big Red?"

Zinnia sighed, dragging a hand down her face. "It's probably more like he went after the Buffalo trying to escape and Dash went after him. Mac probably followed to make sure Dash didn't do anything..." she paused, and we both looked to the sky as a massive boom resounded, seeing a circle of rainbow light spreading across the sky. "Stupid... Dammit, Dash! Please tell me you have a magic suppressor or something, we need to go after them."

I enjoyed the light show with a big, fangirl smile before Zinnia broke me out of it. "Yes, I have an or something." With that, I shooed my Minions off Blueblood, pulled the surprised stallion up and delivered a solid punch to his stomach that made his eyes bulge out of his skull before he went down with a satisfying whimper, out like a light. "You four," I addressed four Browns "stay here and guard him." The kobolds saluted and I turned to Zinnia. "Ready to go when you are."

"How fast can you run?" Zinnia asked, spreading her wings and hovering off the ground. "Or can you fly?"

"No flight here and I can run in a decent pace. Compared to a pony, I am still slow I guess but I have stamina to make up for that." I conceded. Again, it seemed like Gnarls insistence to make me run laps like I got paid for it would turn out as a justified precaution. Damn walnut!

"Give me your hand, then." Zinnia said, a white glow appearing around her. When I did as asked, she hauled me up, carrying me bridal style as she shot off towards where the Rainboom had occurred. She glanced down at me with a smirk.

Hell! Zinnia was stronger than she looked, even though it might be some kind of magic if the glow around her was any indication. I had not seen any Mana vapors so I could not be sure. As she carried me through the air (and gave me plenty of opportunities to ogle her muffins from the corners of my eyes) I scanned the land under us. It sure looked like the prairies of the Mild West, endless planes of yellowish grass galore and I think I spied a railroad track somewhere.

"Say Zinnia, what do we have to except from Bandito? He's a good shot or something?" Gah, that name tasted almost as bad as Bloodborne.

"To be honest?" Zinnia replied, giving a sheepish grin. "No idea. We actually came here to investigate reports of ponies disappearing, so... yeah." She paused for a moment before looking down, catching me in the act of one of the (many) titty-glances I had been helping myself to, giving a sultry grin. "You know you only have to ask, right?" With that, she moved one of her arms from under my legs, somehow keeping a decent grip as she reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it up and showing me her unrestrained breasts.

Ever sat in the subway and suddenly had that cute girl from the opposite seat flash you? That was how I felt right now. Every coherent thought crashed and I think a blood vessel in my nose popped as I was suddenly facing Zinnias unobstructed fun pillows! I felt myself blushing with a vengeance (or in my case, the areas of my face darkening like the light was absorbed as I had found out some morning after Onyx had surprised me in the shower). "W-well, yes, I wanted to save that for later, y´see..." My mouth began to water and I had to fight the urge not to attach myself to the delicious mammaries in front of me.

"Touch them..." she whispered.

My hand was already halfway to Zinnias right breast as I finally regained a smidgen of self-control. "I always wanted to join the Mile High Club, you know?" With that, I gently cupped the delectable bosom of the raven haired beauty, carefully fondling it. Last thing I wanted was to cause Zinnia a wingboner midflight.

"Well, I wouldn’t mind going that far later." She patted my hand, moving it away and pulling her shirt down, much to my dismay. "But for now, we're here."

I turned my head, seeing a massive crater in the ground, where a massive shroud of dark smog cut off any vision of what was happening within.

"Oh, shit..." Zinnia muttered, dropping quickly to the ground and placing me back on my feet. "Oh no!" She turned to me, desperation in her eyes. "We need to get in there! Nightmare Ponies can spread the Nightmare!"

Uh hu, shit had hit the fan pretty hard hn? "So, that stuff is basically Corruption slash pure Evil yes?" I asked, a whisper echoing in my mind, formulating a plan that resonated with the darker parts of my soul. "Because if so, I might be able to do something about it."

"I don't know what it is, but if it's Darkrai's thing, it might be weaponized nightmares."

"Okay, here's the plan. You make a fly by and drop me smack-dab in the center of that cloud. If this stuff is anything close to what I think it is, I can deal with it while you take care of the ponies. If the stuff is NOT what I think it is, than I can at least act as a decoy while you do your thing." I explained before grinning as I remembered a certain fact about Minions "And if everything goes to hell in a flaming handbasket, I still have my Minions."

Zinnia nodded, grabbing me and flying up above the cloud before spinning around, throwing me full-power at the center of the cloud, where I impacted heavily. Instantly, pain shot through my bones and tears shot in my eyes as I fought the urge to jump around in a vain attempt to soothe the pain. Instead I allowed my instinct to take over, brandishing my falchion and letting my Corruption spell came to life in my left hand, both to illuminate my surroundings and to appear intimidating. Dark glee spread through my veins as I tasted the foul magic in the air. Oh yes, I should be able to use this.

"Olly, olly oxen free. Ready or not, here I come~" I singsonged into the fumes, listening for steps. A wingbeat sounded behind me and I side-stepped just as a dark gray blur shot past, disappearing into the fog once more.

>>A flier eh?<< I thought as slowly stepped forward, my head panning around, searching for any evidence that could give away a target. Two targets, the corrupted Sherriff and now this flier too.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~" I sang out, feeling the anticipation of combat and violence make my blood stir again. I did not have to wait long.

With enough force to shatter the bones of an ordinary mortal, something impacted heavily with the armor on my back, causing me to stumble. In retaliation, I twirled around and let go of the Corruption spell I had been holding the whole time, lifting the darkness for a brief moment before it settled back in.

From somewhere in the fog, I could hear raspy laughter.

"You're too slow!" the voice taunted, before the blur zipped past again.

Trying to pinpoint the voice, I reigned in the urge to fire a few Fireballs just for the heck of it. Switching for my ley sight for a second I noticed a good spot for a portal. Turning my back to the spot, I ignited another spell in my palm, this time a Fireball. "And you hit like a grandmother with rheumatism. Come on, I am sure you can do better than that... Dashie." I ventured a guess after the voice and the comment on my speed. I felt the hair on my neck stand on end and readied myself to open the portal and call my Minions in a moment’s notice.

"That's not my name!" the voice cried out before a grayscale version of Rainbow Dash with glowing cyan eyes landed in front of me. She held her arms out to her sides, a cocky smirk on her face. "I'm Shadow Blur now."

>>Gotcha!<< I smirked toothy as the corrupted Pegasus stood before me. "Well, at least your name is halfway decent, it doesn't make me wanna puke my guts out on the spot. Now Dashie, tell me, a Pegasus can handle clouds and lightning but how about some fire?" Immediately after finishing my sentence I hurled my spell. Much as I predicted, Shadow evaded the attack by flying back up, which sprung my trap. The Minion portal opened up and a geyser of Brown Minions shot in the air, intercepting the Pegasus' flight path.

"Gah!" she cried as they swarmed her before dropping like a stone. "Get off me!"

Chuckling sinisterly, I approached the fallen pony. "Sorry babe, you’re not my type. Hold her down boys, I think I'm gonna clip that birdies wings. Wouldn’t want her to cause us more trouble hm?" To underline my intentions, I swung my blade, relishing in the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

Shadow Blur's eyes bugged out before she threw her wings out beneath her, the force snapping the legs of the minions holding her arms down with an audible *crunch* and sending them crashing to the floor. She then shot up, bringing the feathered appendages round and slamming them against the sides of the last two's heads, knocking them out, before taking to the air again.

"Hell no!" she shouted, backing away. "You ain't stopping this flight any time soon! I'm outta here!"

With that, the grayed-out Pegasus turned tail and rocketed away. I stood there for a moment, just staring at the spot she'd been in moments ago, before a soft groaning filled my ears and I turned to see Big Macintosh lying prone, black mist flowing into his mouth and nose.

"Aw shit, not good." I muttered at both, seeing RD get away and the Fog seeping into Big Mac. I sheathed my blade and trudged over to the burly hunk of a stallion and kneeled down at his side.

"Alright, let´s show this fog who's boss!"

With that, I reached out with both hands and concentrated on the fumes surrounding me and flowing into Macintosh. Remembering how I absorbed the evil that once resided in Steel Fang, I reached out. I dug in the depths of my memories, recalling the manipulation in my Mana flow and how the condensed evil had permeated the flow that rushed back into me. Immediately I felt a hot sting that traveled from my palms through my arms and into my chest.

"AaaArrGHhh!" I howled through clenched teeth as the fog spiraled into my palms. I felt a dark presence mingling with my own and a new voice whispering in my ears, thin and sharp like a storm made of razor blades.

[Zinnias POV]

Zinnia flew circles around the mist dome, scanning the surface for any signs of Umbra. After a while, a gray blur shot past her close enough that she was knocked off course, spiraling to the ground. She watched the blur for a moment in shocked awe before snapping out of her stupor, growling in annoyance.

"First Luna, then Rainbow Dash?!" Her hand glowed orange for a moment, where she balled it into a fist and slammed it into the ground, creating a smaller crater. "Dammit Darkrai!!"

She turned back to the mist cloud, eyes widening as she saw it begin to shrink. The Draconid watched in awe until the cloud was small enough to reveal two figures: a prone Big Mac and a kneeling Umbra, the latter screaming bloody murder. Zinnia shot to her side, grabbing the woman by the shoulders and shaking her frantically.

"Umbra!" she shouted, staring into the dark-skinned woman's fear-filled eyes. "Umbra, snap out of it!"

[POV Umbra's Mind]

Alone.

I was alone and yet I was not alone. I was surrounded by darkness, but in this darkness there where figures, persons.

"Mom... Dad..." I croaked out miserably, reaching out for the figures of my mother and my father, but my hand passed right through the torturing close hand of my mother.

I had no substance. I was a shadow.

Stumbling I got up on my feet, trying to follow my parents but they zoomed away only to be replaced by another loved face.

Vivianne stood before me, her face adorned with the same stupid grin that a good workout gave her all the time.

"Vivi? Kitten? Hey... hey, it's me, Sara! I'm here!" I yelled, trying to grab her shoulders but again I met nothing as my roommate passed right through me. I whirled around and saw her standing with her boyfriend Phil.

"Phil, buddy! Am I glad to see you. Please Hoshi, tell me that you can hear me... please..." I started begging as I hurried over to them, seeing their lips moving as they talked without a single sound, looking happy and content before they too, vanished.

I felt tears starting to pour down my cheeks.

I turned to the next person. "Hey Kim... Kimmie..." I pleaded but the mechanic ignored me, tinkering with some electronics before vanishing.

"Jan..."

He vanished.

"Dominik? Ester?"

Gone. They were all gone.

All but one.

Leo stood right before me. Desperately, I crawled on all fours towards my little brother, bawling like a toddler.

"Leo... please *hick*... stay with me... please... *hick* don’t leave sis alone! Please... don’t leave me!" I babbled as my little brother just looked down to me. A small glimmer of hope sprung to life inside of me, but it didn't last long before the figure of Leo crushed it.

"I don't have a sister."

Those five words were enough to shatter my soul to pieces. Clutching my head with both hands, I let loose a primal cry of anguish, curling up into a fetal positon.

I cried and screamed into the darkness. Then, suddenly I felt another presence.

It was unlike the specters of my loved ones. This presence was old and it oozed distain for everything beside itself.

I felt the proximity of something near my ear and a powerful, yet deadly quiet voice whispered "Useless."

My head snapped up but I saw no one.

"Look at you." the voice said "What a pathetic waste of meat you are. You are gifted with powers most mortals have sold their souls to the devil for and yet here you are, reduced to a babbling heap of self pity, and by what? A mere speck of the true dark, a miniscule shred of the very power that you are supposed to be. Truly, I have chosen poorly."

"Who...?" I croaked out.

A hollow chuckle could be heard. "You don’t even recognize me? You really deserve this, all of it." And with that, the presence was gone. Now I was truly alone.

"Umbra!"

"Whu~?" Another voice? There was another voice? Umbra... who was that? The name... it sounded... familiar... Umbra...

"Hey demonette? Are you alright?" a black dragoness asked me worried. Onyx.

"Umbra! Snap out of it!"

"Yes, yes. That’s it Milady. Just like that!" Gnarl cheered as I managed my Fireball spell.

Zinnia!

My reddened eyes snapped open. Yes. Zinnia was calling me
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"Umbra... my name is... Umbra..." I muttered. "Onyx... Gnarl... Norbert... Wade... Zinnia..." I recalled the names as they sprung back into my mind, filling me with a new way of dark. A warm, soothing dark that slowly chased away the fog that obstructed my mind.

A smile grew on my face as I exhaled all the remaining cold and the loneliness melting away.

"I am not alone."

And with that, there was light again. Light that chased away the fog until only a tiny pocket remained, which quickly pulled together until in vaguely resembled a humanoid figure wearing a flaring cloak. It soon solidified, revealing a black creature that looked like a large cloak with a red, tooth-like collar and billowing white hair. I glared at it with its single cyan eye, visibly shaking in anger.

"No!" he screeched, floating towards me. "No, you will not defeat me! You are pathetic, you are nothing!" He paused, getting right up in my face until all I could see was his furious blue eye. "And above all else, you! Are! ALONE!!!!"

Softly shaking my head, all I did was smile as the furious Pokemon screamed at me. "Maybe," I said "Maybe I am pathetic, but think about it. I managed to break out of your funk, effectively defeating your little mindfuck, so does this not makes you even more pathetic? I mean, I am a cowardly bitch that relies on cheap shots, Minion rushes and backstabbing but you? You're even lower, you need to use someone's primal fears to break them and that, buddy," I stared right back at Darkai. "You dared to disgrace the memories of my loved ones and with that, you just made it on top of my shit list!" I took a step forward. "And buddy, I am the fricken Overlady, the Ruler of the Netherworld, so here's a little appetizer for what's coming for you!" I struck out my right hand, grabbing his weird scarf thing and fueled by the renewed flame roaring in my breast, buried my left fist right into the Pokemons glowing eye, releasing a literal thunderstorm of magical lightning.

Darkrai exploded into a cloud of black mist, moving back before reforming again. I glared at him for a moment before I felt something. I wasn't sure what it was for a moment, but it soon became clear as an image of Zinnia faded in and placed it's hand on my cheek, slowly pulling me into a kiss. A wave of energy burst from the two of us, barreling into Darkrai and forcing him from my mind. The last thing I heard from him was, of course, the obligatory bad guy outro.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Geeze, so cliché!

[POV The waking World]

My eyes slowly opened, seeing Zinnia's face incredibly close to mine, and a familiar feeling on my lips. For a moment, I simply relished in the feeling of soft lips on my own, the warmth radiating from them before I gave Zinnias lower lip a playful nip. She gasped, pulling away with a lusty smile before shaking her head with a laugh.

"I know I said later," she chuckled, caressing my cheek. "But you'll have to wait a little longer, we've gotta get Mac to a doctor."

Giving her a pouty face, I admitted "Fair enough." and after a moment I added "You know, they always say that you can break the princess free from her curse with a kiss on the lips, but I always suspected they didn't necessarily mean the pair on the face."

"Well..." Zinnia said, moving over to the red stallion and gaining a brief white glow before picking him up, placing him on her back and being sure to keep her wings free. "I didn't really get to try the other way..."

I purred audibly at that before standing up. "Let´s get tall, red and hunky there to the Whitecoats. If I ever see a bit of prairie in the next few centuries, it will be early."

Zinnia smirked, winking at me as she held her arm out. "You want another lift?" she asked, bringing her hand to her breast and giving it a brief squeeze. Her shirt gained a small wet spot where her nipple was located. "There's in-flight drinks~"

Wat? I starred for a good second, steam wafting from my ears as I processed what I just saw. Zinnia was lactating which meant she was preggers and that meant... Giggedy!

"Kinky. How could I say no to such an offer?" I smiled and walked over to her, feeling warmth flowing to a certain part of my anatomy.

"Alright," she said with a smile, lifting the hem of her shirt up again. "Stand there for a second, I'm gonna need to do something to make this work with Mac on my back." With that, she bit down on the shirt before taking off, banking round and coming at me with both arms outstretched, Mac balancing on her back. I lined myself up, falling into her waiting arms just as she reached me.

"I'mma need you to hold on to Mac for me!" she yelled over the winds, letting her shirt fall over my head, and I just gave a thumbs up, having already latched on to one of leaking nipples that was swinging in front of my face. I reached around her back and found a grip on Mac before giving a playful nibble, causing Zinnia to let out a sharp gasp. "H-hey!"

"Sorry," I mumbled, careful not to completely let go of the sensitive flesh. "Couldn't help myself." Basking in the warmth under the shirt and Zinnias mommy juice dribbling in my mouth, this moment I decided that life was good for a chance.

I didn't catch much of the flight back, seeing as I was occupied. It as the moment we touched solid ground again and I was forced to part from Zinnia for the moment being that I realized how damn fast she must have flown. Supporting the still unconscious Macintosh, I looked around. We stood in Appleoosa, as sure as I still had mother milk staining the corners of my mouth.

"Right Zi, where's the hospital slash horse doctor? Big Red is starting to get heavy." No red cross in sight.

"Everyone should be in Town Hall, so that's where we'll start," She replied before giving her chest a quick shake, making the milk factories jiggle. "Now keep suckling, I'll deal with Mac."

"Yes ma´am." Obediently, I latched myself back onto Zinnia's enchanting breast and suckled away. Gods above, this stuff was addictive!

I saw Zinnia push through a set of saloon doors out of the corner of my eye, then heard her talking to someone, the angle I was at letting me see up a dark purple skirt, white fur and black, lacy panties greeting my view. A tug at Mac's body told me to let go, and I shifted my grip to Zinnia's shoulders as he was taken away. A moment later we were outside again, and when I looked around, I noticed that we were climbing into the sky.

"Sweet merciful Mother Mary!" I mumbled, feeling exhilaration and a bit of dread "Please tell me you do not get wingboners Zinnia."

"Nope," she breathed, and a second later I felt my eyes bug out as a perfect copy of the woman appeared opposite her, meaning she was behind me. "Pegasi only," they added, speaking in unison even as the copy began to work on removing my armor.

>>This is so fucking hot! Now I can remove three things from my bucket list at once. Maybe even four!<< I thought as I felt slim hands removing my gear, feeling my own stiffening nipples rubbing against the cloth of my tunic. Now I was actually glad that the constant lack of lingerie made me go commando, as it added only to the thrill. At the peripheral edge of my vision I noticed one of the Zinnias stash my chest plate away in a way to small bag but that thought was immediately drowned by the feeling of smooth fingers sliding under my shirt and greeting my perky B-Cups, electing a throaty moan from me.

The Zinnia holding me - the original - shifted her hold on me, bringing a hand under my ass and wrapping my legs around her mid-section before pulling me into a passionate kiss. Another double appeared behind her, somehow removing her clothes in a way that not only didn't disrupt us, but also didn't damage the clothes at all - as far as I can tell, that is. Now, Zinnia's ample D-cup breasts were rubbing against my own, a pair of hands separating them, but still allowing the nipples to slip between their fingers, letting them rub against each other in an amazing way.

I poured my pent up lust and passion into the kiss I shared with original Zinnia, hungrily nipping at her lower lip before releasing it. "You are so god damn hot Zi." I managed to breath out between gasps for air as I suddenly felt a draft and realized that I was now only wearing an extremely horny smile, miles above Terra Firma and surrounded by an incredibly hot, pregnant MILF and her copies, which only added fuel to the fire that was burning in my nethers. I let out a mix of a purr and a growl and pushed my tongue between Zinnia's lips, testing the water for a more passionate (and my favorite) way of kissing.

Zinnia hummed in delight, smiling around my lips as she leaned back, resting my weight on herself and freeing her hands to start exploring my body. She ran her hands up my arms, squeezing my shoulders for a moment before moving down my front, pressing against my abs before wrapping back around my waist. I let out a slight chuckle as she sunk her fingers into my firm ass, kneading the flesh and letting out a happy moan. She shifted again, rolling us over in the air and I panicked lightly until I felt myself being laid on the soft, naked flesh of one of Zinnia's copies, my head resting between her breasts as she brought her hands around to fondle my chest. The original grinned at me before sinking below my line of sight, two more taking her place and moving up until they had latched onto a nipple each, nipping and sucking on them.

Shuddering in delight, I let out a soft coo. I always had loved it to have my breasts and my nipples played with. That coupled with the fact that I was serviced by several smoking hot woman at once nearly brought me to climax already but I managed to hold up.

The Zinnia I was lying on began nibbling on my earlobe, making me moan out loudly. I swear I could feel all of the Zinnias smirking like Cheshire Cats but I was far too drunk on the amazing experience to care about that. My hands wandered over the heads of the Zinnias playing with my nipples, gently roaming through their silky, black hair, down their necks to finally rest on their subtle butt-cheeks, which I immediately began to grope and fondle with as much dedication as I could muster.

Really, it was harder than it might seemed not to turn the switch into selfish-mode when you are sandwiched between beautiful, horny woman.

The Zinnia nibbling my earlobe now began to work on my neck, alternating between peppering it with Butterfly kisses and biting me. I especially leaned into the bites and moaned my consent. "More... please... " I managed to beg huskily, feeling all three of the clones servicing me chuckle briefly, sending an electric pleasure up my spine at the sensation.

The two Zinnia's sucking my breasts shifted, moving away from my lower body and leaving it open. I looked down, seeing the original Zinnia rising from below my nethers like some heavenly goddess of sex. In her hand, she held what appeared to be a long, purple dildo, long and thick, covered in veins. She smirked at me, lining it up with herself and sliding it in with a moan. I watched in awe as a purple light shone from the dildo, blinding me for a moment, and when I could see again I felt my eyes bug out.

Again.

There, hanging below Zinnia's thick thighs, was a massive, throbbing dick. A glob of pre dripped from the tip, dropping to the earth below.

"Whad'ya think?" Zinnia asked, reaching down and stroking her new member lovingly. "Gift from a friend. A magic dildo, tuned to my body, that turns into a real dick when I want it too. I can adjust the length, too, so if this isn't enough for you..."

Staring transfixed on the length of pulsating meat protruding from Zinnias crotch, I all but managed to whimper in anticipation. "Ruin me..."

"Whatever you say~" she sang, lining herself up before pushing the tip in slowly, stretching me out. I groaned at the feeling, leaning my head back into the Zinnia below me before turning and kissing her breast. Zinnia stayed there for a moment, letting me adjust, before slamming the rest of her length into me, making my eyes roll back and my tongue loll out of my mouth. This was absolute heaven!
Another Zinnia appeared above my vision, staring down at me with a grin and stroking another throbbing meat pole, though hers was slightly shorter. "Wanna taste?" she asked, lining the tip up with my mouth.

"Yes, please...." I breathed before wrapping my lips around her tip, gently swirling my tongue around and over the sensitive meat.

"Oooh, yeeaah…" Zinnia, both of them, groaned.

Wow, I really missed that. I hadn't realized just how needy I had been as I felt Zinnia stretch my inner walls with her throbbing meat stick while I applied any little trick I had learned in my life to the Zinnia I was servicing with my mouth. Stretching my neck forward a bit, I practically begged her to stick her hot meat into my throat already and thankfully, after teasing me for a while, she complied and slowly slid the whole length of hers into my waiting mouth, giving me enough time to adjust.

After I got used to the hot meat filling my mouth, I got to work. I began bobbing my head, letting my tongue wander all over the dicks surface, exploring every vein and every millimeter of skin. After a while, I decided to up my game and began to push Zinnias dick deeper into my throat, matching the rhythm of Zinnia pounding my eager love tunnel with her impressive tool.

It felt so divine, being stretched in two places at the same time.

"Oh, sweet Arceus!" the Zinnia in my mouth cried out, and I felt her cock shudder and swell as her thrusts became more erratic. "I-I'm gonna cum!"

>>Already?<< I fastened my pace in hopes to signal the Zinnia in my mouth that she could let go, to fill my stomach with warm, gooey goodness.

"I know what you're thinking," the original grunted, and when I managed to catch a glimpse of her, I had to do a double-take. There were three more clones flying around her, two of which were sporting large, throbbing cocks. One was behind her, plowing her in the ass, and another was floating by her face, saliva and cum dripping from her cock. The third was underneath the Zinnia suckling on my left nipple, eating her out while the original fingered her! The original called my attention back to her, cum dripping down her chin. "But the clones only have a quarter of my stamina, so expect a lot of cream fillings."

All I managed was a happy moan, sending vibrations through the cock that was busy stuffing my throat. That sent it’s owner over the edge and soon after, a series of large, powerful pulses sent load after load of sweet, delicious cum down my throat.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt the hot spurts down my throat and a faint smile stole itself onto my lips as I felt the warmth pool in my stomach. I swallowed each and every single one and as soon as the clone Zinnia was finished, I diligently licked her still pretty hard dick clean of every last bit of the delicious mix that was my saliva and her cum. Surprisingly, the clone, who's cock was still deep in my throat, flickered out of existence shortly after, though her cum stayed in my belly, warming me from within.

Licking my lips, I managed to turn my hazy eyes at the original Zinnia "Been too damn long... give it to me, all of it." I brought out, mesmerized from the show I was getting. The bouncing of Zinnias full breasts, the synchronized pants and moans from all of her doubles and the smell of sweat and other bodily fluids.

"You want it all?" I nodded at her, and she gained a massive, lust-filled grin. "Then take it all!"

Before my eyes, five more Zinnia clones appeared, each one with a massive, throbbing dick. One moved to my mouth, taking the place of the previous clone and roughly hilting herself in my throat. Another straddled my chest, the two clones still suckling on my nipples shifting to press the modest mounds around the shaft as much as possible before she started thrusting. Two more moved to either side of me, guiding my hands onto their shafts before I starting stroking them. And the final, glorious clone flew underneath me, lining up with my back door before slowly, purposefully sliding herself in.

I groaned loudly around the cock in my throat, tightening my grip on the shafts in my hands and speeding up. The girl on my chest chuckled, pushing herself further into my cleavage and groaning. The one in my ass began to pull out, stopping when only her tip was still inside before slamming powerfully back in, timing herself with the original so that when one pulled out, the other thrusted in.

That was it, I could feel myself reach my peak as I was pounded from three different (okay, four if one would count the titty-fuck) directions. Frantically I pumped the Zinnias dicks I were giving hand jobs, feeling my love tunnel tighten up in an attempt to finally get all the cum out of the dick stretching me to my limits. I groaned, moaned and with utmost guaranty made a many other noises more befitting an animal in heat but I didn't care. I could end up stark white for all I cared. The only thing (or things) that mattered now was Zinnia and her relentless pounding that turned me into mush.

"Dammit, how long have you been dry?" Zinnia asked, panting slightly. "You're tighter than Blueblood's wallet down here!"

"Hu´hn h´ear (one year)..." I managed to garble out with a mouth full of thick meat, being flooded and splattered with cum from five angles not long after. The clones faded away, leaving their mark and freeing up space for another five to take their places.

Gods almighty, this was almost like making up for all that time on a dry spell all at once. Not that I complained. Zinnia knew exactly how to hit all the sweet spots, plus this whole scenario managed to satisfy more than one of my more unusual kinks, so win-win.

I let out a loud groan as the Zinnia going to town on my ass thrust into me with more vigor than before.

I felt my mind swimming away in an ocean of sweat, pussy juice and cum and I would not send out the coast guard. A girl could get used to this, even though I was so walking funny after this for a while. But that was totally worth it.

A lone voice in my head was wondering about birth control pills and if they were available in colorful horsey land but that voice was collectively moaned into submission.

Once again, cum filled my throat and ass, more of Zinnia's sweet clone sauce splattering on my chin and chest, splashing on the nipple sucking clone's faces. By now, you could barely see any skin in those areas and when these clones disappeared in those areas, and when the clones faded away I took the opportunity to scoop some into my mouth, spreading the rest across my skin.

"I-I'm starting to get close, Umbra!" Original Zinnia stammered, sweat pouring down her face and milk leaking freely from her nipples.

"Z-Zi..." I muttered, reaching out and taking some milk onto my finger before sucking it off. "W-what about... can I..."

"Get pregnant?"

I nodded, reaching out for the most recent clone-dicks and taking another into my mouth again.

"No, magic cum. You'll only get pregnant if both of us want it, and I'm already expecting baby number two."

My eyes widened at that. Already baby number two? Dayum gurl and your bod is still smokin´!

"I know what you're thinking," she chuckled. "Stryker, my son, is actually adopted."

Ho~kay, that explained th... this moment my train of thought derailed as my whole body began to tense up in preparation for the mother of all orgasms, leaving me in quite a frenzy of sucking, stroking and bucking my hips. Sitting was going to hurt for weeks, in all the right ways! Each of the shafts pleasuring me and that I was pleasuring began throbbing even more, every Zinnia speeding up, getting more desperate in their thrusts. The two on my nipples bit down, pulling back and stretching my breasts out in the best way, while the one I lay on reach around, pinching and rubbing at my clit.

"C~cummiiiiiiiiiiing!" the Zinnias cried out in unison, and I spasmed with each and every spurt of the white gold that filled or covered my body.

By the beards of every divine being in existence, never in my whole life until now had I felt like this. Full to the brim, warm, satisfied beyond every scale, stretched out and not to mention the several dozen little tingles all over my body where knowing hands and mouths had worked their magic.

As I finally managed to gather enough energy again, I leaned up to Zinnia, put my arms around her shoulders, my somehow numb legs around her hips and gave her a sloppy, long kiss.

"Wow Zi... just... wow..." I breathed into her ear "now that.... is what I call the Mile High Club."

"Y-yeah..." she replied, before her eyes widened suddenly. "Wait... I'm... not flapping my wings..."

"Oh crud..." How could she have missed THAT?!?

Without warning, Zinnia lurched forward, wrapping her arms and wings around me before a green bubble of energy erupted from her core. Flames built up around our shell, and it was only now that I realized that Zinnia's continuous, lust-fueled wing beats had carried us almost into the atmosphere.

We slammed into the ground roughly a mile from Appleoosa's border, the impact leaving a huge crater and kicking up an even bigger cloud of dust. Amazingly, the bubble didn't even crack, it just rippled slightly.

The moment I got my feelings reigned back in from the shock of plummeting through a planet’s atmosphere again I immediately sprung to my feet and checked up on Zinnia, suppressing the urge to bitch slap her for endangering her unborn child.

"Zi, are you ok?"

"Umbra, honey, I'm fine," she assured me, waving off my concerns. "Trust me, I can take more than that. I'm Half-Pokemon, after all. Taking beatings is what we do and our wombs are built like bomb shelters."

"Ah, that would explain the wings." I said more to myself before flicking Zinnias nose with my index finger "Still doesn't mean you should, especially while you are caring a passenger!" I pointed at her belly. "I swear, if you weren´t so damn hot, I would spank you right now for being so careless!"

"One: you know you wanna do it anyway," she said, grinning at me. "And two: the father is a Jotun, from Norse myth. I've been hammered off my tits since getting pregnant with the knowledge that the majority of what his kind drinks is alcoholic."

"Ehrm, well, sure but... Wait, the dads a freaking ice giant? Oh please tell me it's not Loki! Even worse, his dad what's-his-face."

"Nope, a Displaced named Jason Hughs." She sighed happily, patting her stomach. "And he certainly is giant."

Sighing, I sat down next to Zinnia and did what I always did after ruining the sheets; I cuddled with my partner. "He sounds like a great guy, 'specially if he is okay with his girl sleeping with others. I mean, open relationships can bite you in the ass pretty hard."

"Oh, I'm not his girl," Zinnia chuckled. "He's happily married to his world's versions of Rarity and Chrysalis. His grandma, Hel, said he'd need to pork someone other than them, though, otherwise the Jotuns would go extinct, and I just happened to be present." She gained a goofy grin, lying back in the crater and wrapping an arm around my back, giving my breast a squeeze. "Let me tell you, horns? Not just good for magic."

"Hehe and here I thought I would only meet the crazy people," I snickered. "I can hardly imagine what a family meeting with this guy must be like."

"I've only met his wives and grandma so far, but I do look forward to the next reunion." She paused, staring into the distance for a moment. "Y'know, I'm sure he said something about the Apples inviting themselves into his family after his Omnitrix took a scan of them. Come to think of it, that's how our first meeting went. Huh."

"Omnitrix? Like, in Ben Ten? That Omnitrix?" I asked curiously.

"Yep. He wasn't displaced as a Jotun, he actually is one."

"Wow, either the Merchant is a bigger wankwipe than I thought or... I dunno... hehe, wow... the whole fact that Jotun are real still baffles me."

"Multiverse, my dear. Everything's real." She smiled down at me, pulling my head across to rest on her breast. "And I've never met the Merchant, I was displaced by a sexy philipino girl that I ate out the night before."

"I know about the Multiverse theory, I just sometimes forget about all the possibilities." I said, eying the inviting breast in front of me "And again, dayum gurl, you sure know how to get lucky. I prefer asian girls though."

"Sex drive of Dibella herself."

"Better than that of Liondrielle, that one caused the split-up and all-out war between Morai, Arborim and Sidhe."

"Y'know, there's a Max from Life is Strange too," Zinnia mused.

"Isn't that the thing with the photos?"

"Yep, she can turn back time a limited amount. And she has a spell that gives her a horsecock." A glob of clear liquid flicked onto her cheek. "Huh, all this talk of sexcapades has made me hard again."

"Oh my." I gave my best George Takei. "You are really blessed or cursed by a sex goddess hn?"

"Blessed." She nodded, looking thoughtful. "Definitely blessed."

I gave a thoughtful hum and traced circles around Zinnias belly button with my index finger. "Wee~ell, looks like I'm here for a while, so how about we get us a nice bed in town, all the kinky props we can get our hands on and then we remedy that big problem of yours?" I offered, licking my lips.

"Why wait? I don’t plan to get dressed anyway."

Giving that statement a moment of thought, I simply shrugged, straddled Zinnia so that her throbbing errection sat snuggly between my butt-cheeks and grabbed both of her breasts, kneading them. "Solid argumentation my dear Zi." and latched onto her right nipple, starting to suckle her milk again. I did not know for how long I would still be in this Verse but Hell and back again, I was planning to use it to the fullest!

"Ooh, why does that feel so good?”

"Because yer a damn perv Zi." I chuckled between deep sips from her fun bags.

Yep, life was defs good for a chance!

Author's Notes:

No regrets, NEVER!!!

A crossover with The Emerald Nightingales Delta Guardian.