The Badlands

Alkeyore's PoV

I felt my newest companion faint on my back, as far my magic could tell me it was from both exhaustion and blood lost while I had healed most of the damage and replaced much of her lost blood thanks to my blood magics. I felt the earth beneath me buckle somewhat, no doubt from the trapped cultist changelings below us and that they would soon dig their way out or use the tunnels to hunt us. I start running in a northwards direction, the situation was quite dire or at least in Chrysalis's case since we were out in what I assume to be the badlands which is currently under hostile control, I thanked my Ageless nature which automatically adapts my body to a one of a desert dweller and then there my dark magics who turn only incenses it. While it appears that Chrysalis form was adapted for desert life I could easily tell it was not ideal for her thus it only includes that Changelings were meant for a more 'agreeable' terrain perhaps forests and lowlands possibly river dwellings.

With a quick snap, I went from a bipedal from to quadruped form and as the bones in my legs and arms rearranged themselves to support my quadrupedal state and my rips repositioned in order to grab a hold on the limp Changeling queen on my back... the process was very painful, even for an master necromancer but the pain went straight to fueling and replacing my magical supplies.

I raced along the dunes of sands with my new modified claws finding purchased in the loose ground. I needed to put as much distance between us and the changeling cult as I could, at the rate I was going I believed that it will not be a long after sunset before I feel that we were safe enough in order rest my currently abused body. Also, the summoning drained a large sum of my magics and I’m running now on almost an empty supply, but some rest will get that back.

While I needn't worry about consumption any time soon due to my Ageless nature, Chrysalis was a different story as she is one of the younger races she'll need to eat and have shelter soon... unfortunately I found my supplies to be lacking in that perspective.

'Luna said the Changelings eat emotions.... Luna...’

Luna I hope that you are unsoiled, I mentally sighed. I needed to find a way back her and the girls, they needed me yet the weight on my back reminded me that there was another who needed my aid. This is only but a setback I told myself as I was running through the Badlands desert. The heated air of the badlands was somewhat overbearing as most deserts were, while I lacked a need to breathe again due to my nature as both an Ageless and Dark mage, the heat could affect my passenger, pouring all of my depleted magics into my limbs I accelerated the speed I was going causes for the air to whistle in my ears and my ribs again moved themselves for a better grasp on the mare on my back.

For the first time in a long while I wonder about the world of my birth Gaea, I knew from Kren that the Gaeaish were once again at war with each other I couldn't but help to think about my old companions, the hollow steel knights; the other dark lords and the many others who played a part in my plans. I had just like my human kin touched many lives from the fallen such as Ixion to the likes Vleei Skyre one of the first to join me during my early days as general and later on king. I hope that Ixion would be able to keep my kingdom together, I don't doubt that he had been informed of my making him my heir by now especially with me being gone and perhaps the wood elves have saw their chance to become the thirtieth kingdom now. Maybe just maybe they had found a way to replace the Lords of Magic with new champions and once again saved the kingdoms from the Fallen Realms.... My claws dug into the ground angrily I knew that line of thinking it was only wishful thinking and it was best not to dwell upon it, what I needed was to think of the future.

Perhaps Chrysalis could be of use to me and my plans, much like the wolfponies, the both of them need something that only I could give them, hope. While the knowledge I had on the two species is lacking, I know that I must play my role as the god of outcast and dark magic, based from what I had concluded the changelings once had a vast Kingdom or rather a Queendom to be more exact while the Wolfponies seem to be more of a tribal society on the outskirts of civilization, both could be of great use to me then if I helped them to regain their lost glory.... My influence would be increased tenfold with them in my quote on quote ' king's court'. Yet there were still the dark brides to think about. The knowledge of that Luna seems to be the first of these brides warmed my black heart yet I wonder who the others are?

‘Hmm four of them are ponies since four my future children are I suppose, while the other two of my children seem to be... Something else and I already meet a number of them. Twins perhaps? ‘

I felt some of Chrysalis's mane drape down my neck, it's seaweed coloration drew a part of my attentions... Could she be one? One part of the incantation that I then remembered was used to summon me, sacrificed her to me and for me to use her however I saw fit. Realization struck me like thunder, this was exactly the same way mother met father... A cult; lost in hostile territory and being hunted, everything eerily was fitting together, like time was repeating itself.

If I remembered it correctly, mother being the damsel in distress, saved by my father and hunted by the cult. She rewarded my father with offering her hand for marriage as my father was struck with her Amazonian beauty as they got to know each other deeply during that time on the run, so deeply in fact that I was a result of that. The act also freed Amdula from Tydorel's mind control. The pieces of memory about the story I have, I remember my mother telling me about how she thanked him again for that by having a small statue of him in her special memory room.

There can be no mistakes, not with this similar mirror of events, I have found one of my dark brides. I felt a small smile grace my lips so it appears that my earlier notices of love were wrong yet it also seems that a war of the thrones shall begin at the cost of finding my love, two of my dark brides are royals thus it would means that I will play an even bigger part in Avalonian politics and knowing that I have no choice but to build a new kingdom of my own, mostly in order to ensure that I and my brides are too survive if Avalon was anything like Gaea, I already had a crown and followers if the others were correct. The only thing I lack is the land to build it upon but I know of an way to correct that minor detail, if only I time it correctly and if I was correct in my assumptions.

The sound of a murmur took my attentions away from my now adjusted plans and oddly I just noticed that the sun was going down taking the desert's heat with it, my body shudders slightly in the cold before it adjusts to a dweller of the cold places. Turning my head slightly in order to check on my 'future bride' I watched her was she was beginning to stir and quickly I've retraced my ribs and other bones back into their proper places gritting my fangs in the process of merging the bones back to a bipedal from before setting her on the ground and went about making a small fire with my fading strength.

''Mmm..w-where am I?" Said the Queen groggily, she barely even opens her eyes before wincing in pain "Oh my head…" She then starts rubbing her head with one of her hooves trying to calm it's throbbing. I watched her for a time in the fading light and the growing shadows the time of twilight is the hour where Dark Magi raise and when white magi fade into the fools that they were.

She made some small moment in my observations of her, moving her body and checking if all parts whereas they should be and if further damage was on her body. My eyes drank in her beauty as I watched the fading light playing across her body and highlighted her curves. I resisted to turn my gaze more downwards and catching a glimpse or so of her lower body, and her teats. But it was a really tempting thought. I look to the side a little as she then raised on of her hind legs, checking herself and doing so exposing herself to my view. But what I was seeing so far was making my chest and cheeks gets a little warm.

I could tell that she was quite young possible early to mid-twenties, then again my necromantic eyes caught the sparks of immortality from deep within her. That could prove me wrong of her age yet I could tell she was a very respectable enchantress in both looks and magics . As I continue to note my observations it was not long till she noticed me in the growing shadows, her cat like eyes shining rich green in fast fading light before they grew wide with a very interesting combination of emotions grew in them as she stared at me.

Her eyes held fear; hope; anguish; acceptation; lust; relief; joy and the list goes on creating a very interesting combination. ''Is... is this dream?" She asked softly her voice filled with those many emotions. Her hoof reached out to touch me and I let her touch me, her hoof brushing down my face to my chest as if sensing my slow heartbeat, the look on her face was of tearful joy as she realized the undeniable truth.. I was real.

"Do you want it to be?" I said as my hand was placed gently upon her hoof. The look on her face was priceless as that tears slowly started to fall from her face and she collapses unto me, burying her face into my chest and repeating the same words over and over again...

"You came back.. you finally came back…''

Placing my hands upon her back I started to lightly rub it in an attempt to give her what comfort I could as she pulled herself deep into me, the wet spots on my shirt told me that she was weeping still yet she was still repeating the words 'you came back' over and over again like a mantra.

So I continued holding her while rubbing her back taking the toll of her emotions, my magic slowing regaining its strength while I rested my body against the sand while the bulk of my mind was hard at work pondering thoughts of kingship, the never ending game of thrones and where would the most beneficial to build a realm. An sliver of my magic picked upon some of the loose soil detecting the after matter of ancient combat magics I frown at the amount, this land is almost completely unable to support even the most basic forms of life, the changelings shouldn't even be here the land is so poor but fortunately it was not like the Fallen Realms, it wouldn't take me long to restore a small city's worth of sustainable land and its surroundings yet even then it would be ages before the whole of the badlands is restored... The changelings need to return to wherever their true homeland is if they are to live. My ears picked up on the lack of my newest companion's weeping, returning my attentions to the woman in my arms I saw her staring intently into my amber eyes.

What is she thinking? " Chrysalis... Might I ask why you stare at me so? " I asked.

"My apologies old one..." She says in a soft tone. ", but why?"

"Why?" I said in return raising a brow " Why to what exactly? as the 'god' of dark magic, I am in a way an 'god' of knowledge as well thus the question as to why is vague for there be many such questions.''

"Why you appear to us now? After all this time, why now, why not sooner...?'' She then for the next couple of hours told me her people's history, she told me everything, from an shining Queendom that ruled the whole of Equestria to scattered clans in the bleakness of the unwanted lands... The throwaways of Avalon. The betrayal of the dragons and many other natives beside those that held the changeling race as allies and equals, how close they as a people to death.

The other queens who are now more likely to either become just like the Alicorns or become their victims especially after what she'd witnessed back in the cavern with the cultists attacking me. Lady Spider's blasphemous ideals and plans. Her mother's sickness and her father’s murder... The more she charred the hotter my rage boiled, yet she wasn’t done. Along the wind voices whispered, the whispering of prayers, they joined her in their calling, how or why I was able to hear them I did not know nor why now but what those voices said stroked my rage and that of my sense of justice. Darkness... Bind... Them.

" You called me Chrysalis, therefore I am here. You called me from the shadows with a promise of bonding.'' I said in leveled tone as I felt the flames of my stigma raise in the corners of my eyes," And I shall give you my oath that you are no longer alone and that the Changelings will see the justice that they have been denied of."

" I... Ohh yes the pact... " She says slowly as a blush graced her cheeks. "But would that mean that you would... that you and I…"

"Are now married by the right of contact." I said closing my eye dispelling the stigma and reopen them allowing for them to solely focus on the woman before me, the whispering in the wind had ceased as we looked deeply into the eyes of the other, for a time she just stood there, unmoving outside the twirling of wind in her mane.

"Married..." she said shyly scraping her hoof in the sand, the blackness of the fur on her face took the liking of fire with how it burned. " I-I always dreamt of this day ever since I was a little nymph, the day I would marry the love of my life... A knight coming for me to take me away from this bleak place just like in the old stories..."

"Chrysalis, close your eyes." I asked in a soft tone.

"Why?"

"Close your eyes" I repeated with a soft smile.

She does as I asked, once I was sure that she indeed closed them, I weaved some of my depleted magics in a spell and once I finished the spell I asked her to open them, a loud gasp escapes her as she saw me as the knight she spoke of and that she was wearing a long flowing dress of greens with sleeves reaching down to her hooves, it was an dress fitting for an queen. The sounds of phantom music was playing softly in background, an song with the most befitting name for this situation 'storybook love' written by an ancient Rohnirian queen for the love her life... Grandmother just what in the seven hells you saw in Gabriel, yet I hope that this pleases you for me to use your song as such.

"Alkeyore... I-I I don't know what to say." Chrysalis said a bit teary eyed. "This is-“

"Shhh, no words. " I said softly taking her hoof in my hands as I began to slowly dance with her " Just enjoy the moment while it is here to be enjoyed."

The Kingdom of Minos, The City of Iron.

Elron's PoV

From the decks of the Stromrider, I watched as we pass through the great iron rivers gates of Minotaurian capital city, which gets it's name from the thirteen pairs of river gates on southern and northern sections of the city each were made of iron thus the city was named, The City of Iron. One of the oldest Avalonian cities it was only fitting for the coming meeting between me and the my counterparts from the other Avalonian nations, there at the cities' dock sat the aging King Earth-breaker and his two sons Crown Prince Onyx and Prince Steel-fist. I had met King Earth-breaker only two times before my coming here to his city, the first was when my parents established the Gryphon Colonies and the second was when I was crowned high king. Yet I knew his two sons well thanks to my own agents, especially Onyx and the company he keeps, from my ship I could easily see the Red Horn whispering in his ear.. Guilty Hopes, the most wanted pirate in all of Concordia and more importantly an Equestrian agent.

'No doubt whispering poisons in the prince's ears about me and the true gods '

"Prepare for Docking!" I called to the crew, Gryphons and Deerish raced across the decks readying the Stromrider for the docking. According to my own agents in the very last remaining Minotaurian nation, Crown Prince Onyx is false to our cause, he has planing to join with the ponies as soon he becomes king, he wishes to 'modernize' Minos to become an power among the ponies. He'll will be a great thorn to us and the cause but his brother Steel-fist is the the leader of the Seekers, Minotaurs and other Avalonians who seek out the prisons of the true gods, he is a true Avalonian. Seeing him there should've made my spirits soar while I could count on him and his order's support in the coming war yet sadly it's only inevitable that at Earth-Breakers' death for Minos to erupt in civil war thus losing their support and that is something I can't allow to happen.

Avalon needs us to be united if we are to free her from the Alicorns' hooves, especially now with Kren and Nara out there.. somewhere. Yet before my mind could wander on the fates of the old god and the hen that I droved away, I heard a voice calling out to us from the docks.

''Hail Elron High-talon, king of the Gryphons!" I hear the Minotaur king bellow out towards us when my ship docked. " How was the troublesome sea!"

" Hail Earth-Breaker, King of the Minotaurs!" I bellowed out in kind, jumping over the side of the ship I soon glided over to the towering elderly king with my retinue in toll, seven of my knights whom had severed me since my chick-hood. Yet even then none of them were Nara Quick Claws, there was an hole in my heart with her gone and hating me " I trusted that gods favored us on this fine day for our peoples"

"The gods are cruel just as they're kind, one doesn't question one simply follows" replied the old king " when my shadow learned of your coming, I saw too it that tis would me and my dear sons to be the first to properly greet you.''

I nodded with an small smile with the hope that my summons was heeded by the remaining lords of the Avalonians, we will need them. I even had the forlorn hope that the dragons would take their part without the gods they perhaps the only thing we have left that could very well slay an Alicorn.. there were at one time weapons given to us by the gods that could kill the false gods yet all of them were long lost ages ago along with much of our people. "Have they come?

"Few... very few which only shows just how dire the days are coming for us" said the king sorrow leaden, his age showing reminding me that he was already very old by the time I was born " It's good that you have come young one for I fear that maybe this last time we will met.."

" So it appears... perhaps we should take this to more befitting'' I pause only for an moment watching the pirate king as he once again begin whispering in Onyx's ear ''company.''

The king looked at the Red horn out from the corner of his eye before nodding in understanding " Yes, we shall take this 'talk' with the others in the palace."

Then both of our groups walked offed the docks and into the city proper, looking around at the architecture I was remind of many of the ruins I had seen in my years. Wide buildings made from either stone or some manner of metals yet sometimes both with cravings of names, many of the names were strange to me some sounded like names of places and people, others names of creatures such as Harpies or Cretans. The Lore-Keepers often struggle to explain these names yet out of the thousands four did stand out the most to us because they were repeated multiply times.

Just who is Alternis; Gabriel; Slender man and King Arthur? Are they some sort spirits? members of the Humanic Pantheon? the cravings only repeat those names, not once did they give some explanation nor reason as to why those four names seem to hold such importance. The civilian Minotaurs gave us a wide birth as we traveled though the city and to the upper mount where the palace sat looking towards the east, the badlands. The gates to the ancient keep again held the same cravings as the rest of the city yet there was a difference in the gates' cravings, one major difference that made me stop in my tracks.

An craving of a human with flaming green eyes and many animals bowing to him in submission...

Impossible, that face... it was Kren's face. why was there a craving of Kren? From what I've overhead from his talks with Nara was that he was from another land, one that was far away from Avalon. Yet here was a craving of him, there can no mistakes I would recognize the one who stole my Nara from me anywhere.

" King Earth-breaker what is that craving?" I asked to Minotaur king in a barely suppressed tone.

The king fortunately doesn't catch my tone and glances at the craving on his gates "They called him Albion, from what I could gather in the many scrolls in the keeping of the local Arachnaponies, there was a even older race than humans and dragons that once dwelled in this land long before the human gods shaped the world from it's primordial state. The race were simply were called The Ancients for they were the primordial creatures that first settled this land, the greatest of them were Avalon whom the land was named after and the father of the race Albion an great shape-shiftier... yet no one knows what happen to them or what they were, for the race was believed have died out ages ago expect...''

"Expect?"

"Expect for one, Discord Vunis the Draconequus." and with that the king opens the gates " come, we have much to speak about"

The Continent of Gaea
Year eight hundred and seven of the fifth age

(3 years have passed in space and time between the dimensions of Gaea and Equestria.)

Smoke filled the air as the demons flew over the besieged city of Merthyr Tydfil, the former capital of 'The Land of the Fey' and one of the last five free cities. One by one the Twelve Gaeaish Kingdoms felled much like their forefathers did eons ago overrun by the daunting Demon Legions and most of the population either dead or an part of the legions, now only five Gaeaish cities remain outside of the control of The Fallen Realms Orthos; Kazigoth; Arianrhod; Gardaran and of course Merthyr Tydfil all five former capitals turned city-states with only the rivers that connected the sea itself connecting them together. Arrows and spells flew over the heads of the besieging demons and Dahirm-hal from the defending force up on the ramparts, the fairies and their allies from the other cites threw what they could at the encroaching battle lines of demons to slow them down enough to buy time for the civilians to escape to the ships for the last few months what remained of the Gaeaish leadership could only concluded that the only way for the very few remaining Gaeaish to survive was to abandon Gaea herself for the seas. Most of the survivors understood it, logically they as a people were in their death-throws yet... but to leave Gaea.... the thought was nothing more than spitting on their fore-fathers and clan honor... yet they had little choice.

With the lords of magic and the count of twelve gone, the only thing keeping them alive if barely was an new group of champions; War-Chiefess Gwendolen Choppa; Belgar Dakra-Kah the king of clan Dakra-Kah (copper beards); Vleei Skyre Gaea's greatest mercenary captain and self made author; Starheart the flaming Hammer of Adin; Gonia The Watcher and lastly their leader an she-fairy know only as Artemis. Together they take up the marker of The Six Thorns. If it wasn't for the Six Thorns taking the place of the Lords of magic, the last Gaeaish would died three years ago when King Ixion and the dark magi led a valiant but utterly doomed defense of southern Gaea against the Dahirm-hal Teigue and the Arch-demons themselves which led to Orthos being the very last bastion of Gaeaish in the south, all of the other remaining free cities were all northern cities who was far away from the main battle lines. Yet Ixion did manage to claim one of Teigue's arms in the battle and escape with some of his forces intact gave the remaining Gaeaish some hope.

But hope did not win wars, clashes of steel and demonic magics rang across the besieged city, the defenders on the ramparts either cut to ribbons leaving for Demonic Legion enter the city proper and those that remained ran towards the citadel at the city's heart to regroup in it's much more narrow corridors all but The Six Thorns.

The Thorns fought together as a unit, Belgar's dueling axes crackled with Dwarven magics rendering the demon’s armaments useless while Starheart use her big double handed enchanted hammer and prayers to also smash the daemons to the ground and try to keep them at bay.

The others fought along with Belgar in the melee; Gwendolen fought like a wild beast much like her ancient kin with her siblings' blades in her clawed hands she hacked and slashed at the demon with vengeful rage for her now dead family. Vleei and Artemis being those that wore lighter armor did what they could, Vleei swooping down on the demon legion's heads chopping them off with his long sword while Artemis's bows shooting enchanted fey arrows that piercing and killing daemons with fay magic. Gonia in her wooden glory bashed demons to the side with her iron like thorns and poured her healing magics onto her companions and imbuing them protection spells. Yet with all this they were almost completely surrounded and most importantly losing ground at alarming rates.

"Artemis!'' yells Belgar, his metallic voice almost masked by the clashing of metal. "We need to fallback! Even with our powerful magics their too many!"

Many of the other thorns shared in the same concerns, yes they were indeed powerful yet they were no Alkeyore Blood-raven and the Lords of Magic, whom if had lived then the city wouldn't be as lost as it was now. They were The Six Thorns and... well there were only six of them while six maybe the Gaeaish number for luck, they have no true means to hold the city.

" We'll hold!'' called the leader of the thorns, drawing another of her enchanted arrows this one made from silverite. " We just need to buy a little more time for the citizens to escape!"

As soon those words left the she-fairy, the horde of demons roared angrily before parting, the opening in the demonic storm revealed one who was leading the attack the arch-demon Donyalc, the kinslayer king. He like all of other arch-demons was one of the greatest leaders to ever walked Gaea's shore yet he unlike the other he was the first and last king of the ogre kingdom of the same name Donyalc.

The massive royal ogre's equally massive hammer rested lightly on his shoulders. The thorns step back fearfully at the sight of the ogre, this was something way beyond them, out of the ten thousand years the arch-demons had hunted the world only one single person ever manage to slay one and that person was Alkeyore Blood-raven. The great demon frowns deeply at the small rag tag group of Gaeaish heroes that stood between him and the destruction of the city. His black and yellow eyes catching the piles of dead bodies around the six thorns which only deepened his frown.

"This is what I am left with?" the demonic ogre's voice rumbles with all the might of the tallest mountains, shaking the very ground with each syllable. "Is this all that is left of Gaea's might? Where is the honor in slaying these disappointments? Oh no matter, you there fairy!'' said the ogre pointing a meaty finger at her ''Where can I find a real challenge? "

Artemis remained silent not answering the arch-demon's inquiry, she glanced from thorn to thorn taking note of their sinking faces. Her wings twitched in discomfort as her grip on the bow tighten, knowing that oddly enough Donyalc was a honorable demon and would wait till his question was answered " Belgar; Gonia; Vleei; Starheart; Gwen... regroup at the citadel, I'll slow them down."

She closes her eyes so that she did not see her companions faces as they fled yet the sound of retract did not sang in her ears, opening her eyes she saw that the other thorns were standing with her in a battle line with weapons bared. The calm look in their eyes told her all she needed to know, they were Me'lokr.

"So be it.'' Rumbled the ogre seeing that the six had chosen to face him instead of running away like a horde of goblins. "I'll give you an honorable death. " He then charges the small Gaeaish battle line with his hammer high in the air and just before he reaches the line, he slams the hammer into the stoned road making it ripple as if a stone dropping in water.

The earth beneath the six buckles and rolls if they were on the sea instead of dry land, those with wings took to the sky with the earthbound drove their blades and thorns into the rolling earth clutching to the blade to keep balance. Artemis, Vleei and Starheart fired what spells they could at the ogre who was preparing another swing of his hammer, fairy magic mixed with Shokr wind magic and dragon fire drilled into the armored belly of the Demonic ogre yet the magic barely made single scratch and worse it different slow down his swing.

Again the earth buckled and rolled teasing at the earthbound Gaeaish who painfully slowly inched towards Donyalc. The first to reach the ogre was the smallest of the thorns number, Belgar's twin axes fluttery about the demonic ogre with glowing dwarf runes bathing the dueling axes in an orange aura, they left gashes in the ogre's armor yet they too failed to cut the ogre's thick skin, a massive hand slams into the little dwarf sending him hurling into a collapsed building. The cooper dwarf made no movement in the rubble.

The other thorns tried to retrieve their little friend but the bulk of the ogre cuts them off, Donyalc's great hammer glows a sickly demonic green when it slams into the stoned ground but instead giving a wave like nature, blasts of demonic magic struck the thorns from the cracks in the pathway. What protection the thorns had from Gonia's defensive spells proven effective before, failed miserably as demonic shards buried themselves deeply into the thorns.

Before they could recover from the attack from below Donyalc closed the distance between them, the ogre's massive hammer bashed into the wooden flesh of Gonia's chest before deftly the back of the hammer robbed Vleei out from the sky. The Shokr and Dryad crumbled leaving only three of the Gaeaish standing, whom all three attacked the ogre in vengeful hatred, Gwen's flurry of attacks from her dual weapons failed to leave a single mark; Starheart's Draconian strength and powerful blows barely even tickled the demonic ogre; Artemis's spells and arrows shattered like glass upon the ogre's hide.

The ogre smirks out from under the barrage of the last remaining Gaeaish in his way, none of their abilities finding purchase against him, the ogre then begins to laugh maniacally at the three women and their failures to protect this dying false world with a might swing of his arm he sent the women flying back, they landed heavily in the rubble of the stoned road

"As humorous this is, I believe that I must be on my way now, have an world to kill off you know." raising his hand above his head, he snaps his fingers and the lower leveled demons begin to press on towards the citadel carrying monstrous siege weapons made of flesh. Many of the engines bore the bloated bodies of dead Gaeaish using the bodies ammunition yet one of the machines were the mutated and pregnant body of Isika the last fairy queen, Iskia was no longer an fairy but a Fallen, crackling imps adored her moaning form as they prodded her with needle like claws to make her move forward while others washed the cannon within her belly with fatty greases. Cohorts of Dahirm-hal beating war drums followed them leaving Donyacl behind with the downed Gaeaish Champions.

Artemis and the other remaining thorns attempted to stop them from going but they lacked the strength to get back up on their feet, Donyacl's attack had somehow robbed them of their strength causing their limbs to feel heavy as lead. With stoned looks they watch the demons leave to finish off the city, they had failed, failed those they sought to guard. The ogre smiles as he went to finish off his distractions and he was an honorable demon thus he couldn't simply leave the last thorns alone less they somehow find their strength with another swing of his hammer he breaks the flaming hammer of Adin sending dragon scales and armor flying leaving her husk amongst the stones. Then he freed the War-Chiefess of her choopa and armaments whom tried to slash at him with clawed fingers, he catches them and with his foot on her, he crushes her under his massive foot.

Leaving Artemis as the last of the his playthings, the she-fairy again tries to rise yet she couldn't. Horror filled the whole of her being, her entire team slaughtered and the kingdom of her birth burning as the demonic engines start to beat down the walls of citadel, she laid there in despair knowing that the death of her friends and her own were rendered meaningless. As the ogre lifted his hammer once more, the fairy closed her eyes letting memories of better days poured in her mind with the desire for his face to be the last thing she saw. The face of Alkeyore. The images of the man she had sought out for the last decade played before her mind's eye, letting her for the moment to relive their past journeys, from nights on the steppes of Tahuia to the mountains of Torth the kingdom of the Dwarfs and their city of Kazigoth. She remembered their wedding in the Domain of Dust which of course was presided over by the wandering true immortal, outside dust and those who partaken in the wedding no one knew that she was Artemis Blood-raven the wife of Alkeyore Blood-raven.. not even her own father...

She remembered the very last time she had seen Alkeyore before his every memory of her was stolen from him by her father's magic by the time they realized what was done it was already too late, her father laid there dead with his wings in Alkeyore's Nephilimic claws, she and Dust were the only ones who knew of Alkeyore's true nature. It was a secret she would take to her grave she loved him so. An sudden grunt from the ogre caused her to open her eyes. Donyacl's massive hammer hovered just above her head unmoving with an green glow and the face of the ogre was bright red with exertion then an hymn was heard on the wind caused her to look away from the struggling Arch-Demon to an cloaked person whose clawed hand was reached out and glowing green the same green on the hammer.

The world was fair and the land was of golden glow,
Towers of marble and ivory stand on the mountains tall, in Neldórël'ravón
Seven they were when they walked into the hall of Duzhan-óroh-freh
Where the heart and soul was keep in the light of Good King Tydorel, King in Orrisum and the high places.

Seven who were doomed to fall to a friend
Seven whom rivers of blood flowed in Duzhan-óroh-freh
Staining the marble and ivory black, and the people cried
Gone with the golden glow and the fair world
Only Seven lay in the Fallen Realms

From the blood of the earth came the first and he was named Donyalc
From the sapphire sky came the second and he was named Mogrtha
From the rivers and dales came the third and he was named Gothmog
From the forest green came the fourth and he was named Caldorel
From the greying shadows came the fifth and he was named Miclcarth
From the sands of many colors came the sixth and he was named Balmog
From the songs of the beast came the seventh and she was named Amdula

Then the hood of the cloaked person felled, revealing a face that haven't been seen in Gaea in ages, the face of Amdula Arusi the greatest of the seven. Dread of the darkness kind filled the she-fairy, she like all Gaeaish knew the Demonic goddess as Tydorel's most favored servant and creation, despite the fact Artemis knew that Arch Demoness was indeed the mother of her beloved husband and had turned on her former master but there was always the chance that the Demon king reclaimed what was his then there was no point in struggling for the last remaining Gaeaish, Amdula was that powerful but that was only if she returned to Tydorel's side.

The ogre tried to open his maw in order to speak but found that he was rob completely of his ability to move. The red demoness smirked at the trapped ogre " Donyacl, Donyacl I'm sorry to interrupt your fun but I'm afraid that I can't allow you to kill this she-fairy or her team. I need them alive so be a dear and just die."

The ogre attempted to retort, yet as soon he tried an massive gash open up on his belly spilling his guts and lifeblood unto the stone ground, causing him to release his hold on his hammer with an mighty thud the ogre felled to the bloodied stone road dead. Artemis stared at the dead ogre with her mouth agape, none of her spells nor those of her friends affected the former arch-demon yet Amdula felled him with one single spell, turning to speak to the greatest of the seven, the demoness simply nods at her before vanishing in green light.

From a time the she-fairy simply laid there in the rubble with sorrow in her heart, sorrow for her friends while they were avenged by the least expected of persons but the city and in turn them were doomed, in the distance she hears the demons ripped the gates of the citadel asunder filling the air with the cries of Gaeaish warriors. Then she felt the weight on her limbs disappear, freeing her limbs from whatever spell the ogre caste on her. With an quick spell she recovered her bow and went to see her fellow thorns in order to pay her last farewell
before she went to what would be her death yet strangely all five of them were still alive if only barely then Amdula's words played in her head.

She wanted them alive...

Suddenly green magical aura starts to gather round Artemis and the other thorns fully restoring them to the state they were before dueling the now dead ogre. On unsteady legs the other thorns rose from their beds of rubble using their weapons to steady themselves so that they could check themselves bodily then suddenly the world itself morphed from an besieged city to an long white marbled hallway leading to the only feature in the halls, Amdula sitting at an desk sipping on nightshade tea.

"Where-''

"Fear not my dear Thorns, your are safe for now" interrupted Amdula pausing for a sip of her tea " Tydorel's demons won't find us here for he knows not of this place nor can I tell you six where we are. "

"Artemis ..." said Gwen

"Yess?"

" We're never drinking Belgar's brew again"

"Oi my beer isn't that bad! you just can't drink worth a damn!" shouts the dwarf defensively of both his brewing skills and plain dwarven pride.

Ignoring the demoness for the moment, the thorns held an small meeting of their own to make sure that this wasn't a trick and that their minds were of sound. Seeing that Amdula had left not a mark on them, the thorns felt that they could somewhat relax but still they’re were in the presence of one of the seven, so they ready themselves for the silver tongue of demons and kept their armaments near.

"Why you helped us?" asked Gwen

"Why not? we are allies in this war." the demon replied

"Allies?" said Belgar skeptically

"As suspect it sounds, I am your ally after all Tydorel is your enemy and mine thus you are my friend" smirked the demon setting her teacup down on her desk, " I'm sure you have questions-

"And you have the answers" interrupted Starheart.

"Of course" said the demon still smirking "Now let's see, Vleei was the one who stole your underwear which he's currently has in his pocket Starheart and you yourself were at one time an normal dragon before a surge of foreign entered your bloodstream thus mutating you into what you are now an dragon-elf hybrid, in turn giving raise to a whole new race the Adonir (Fire Elves) should you ever have children; Gonia here prefers the company of women instead of men and has a kink for fire despite her being made of wood; Belgar accidentally stole the kingship of his clan from his brother by getting him so drunk he actually married a bear which so happens turned out to be a wood elf in disguise who then killed him for sullying her maiden's honor ; Gwen is in love with an human named Kren Canard that she at one time thought as her big brother; Artemis is a married women; anything that I missed... oh and Gaea's is dead."

Silence was the only thing that left the six thorns, they were stun with just how much the demon knew. Yet the last part was like an hammer to the gut, though they dare not question the demon in the slightest that and Gaea's death was really only logically a matter of time, time they had undeniable ran out. By nature they wanted to denounce her but the silver tongue of demons was often a truthful one since with the kind of beings demons were, truths and falsehoods were the same thing. Lie can be truth and truths can be the lies. Until they know differently they would have take the demon's words for they were... for now.

"Now then since I now have you undivided attention,'' smiled the red demon " I have an propitiation for sorts for you six."

"what kind of propitiation?" said Artemis quizzically yet at the same time slowly.

"The kind you can't refuse" said the demon her smile becoming a dark smirk which showed off her fanged maw one that could crush dragon scales and knowing whom that smirk came from it wouldn't be far from the truth. " I'm so going to enjoy this.."

The Silver-horn Outpost
Nightmare's PoV

'"Hello Celestia.."

The words seemed to echo throughout the whole of the barracks, as my 'parents' looked at the other uneasily, not saying anything just simply looked at each other in awkward silence despite just seeing each other only a few days ago although Celestia still held the happy expression from when she first saw us...without master Alkeyore. I felt the disbelieving eyes of those six accursed mares on my being and that of the Kirin Moonlit Bloom. They stared at us with shocked expressions though I believe that was more on my part since the last time they saw me, I was being forcibly ripped from my mother's body but even then I could recalled all six of them with ease since they played a part in how I came to be in my current state of existence. I felt anger rising in my chest, how dare they come now! how dare they look at me so? Am I not their goddess? They refused to leave my 'father's' side clearly showing whom of the two sisters they preferred even the pink one failed to greet us with her crazed antics.

Yet I held the bulk of my rightful rage back, the Kirin of our little group was once again frozen with fear. Taking it upon myself, I tried to calm her down with some.. mixed results. I only manage to calm her down somewhat but she still held the fear in her eyes and the fact of having even more ponies around her didn't help. Moonlit Bloom ripped her eyes from the other ponies and focus them on me, she mouths a thank you... it felt nice to have some manner of gratitude yet in my time knowing the Kirin she went from hating me to being somewhat friendly when the both of us were awake that is. I wonder why, must because we were both Alkeyore's students or she simply use to having me and Lu- mother round.

'' Sister" Tantabus whispers into my ear, catching my attentions from Moonlit and those six mares whom I hated even more now. " we are being watched."

"Are we now?" I replied in minor sarcasm "if you haven't noticed we're surround by ponies."

" There are three other Alicorns watching us from the the wall closest to Celestia" said the sisterly dream spirit, causing for my eyes to widen, three Alicorns... I should've been able to sense them, how did they escaped my noticing? Did mother failed to notice them too?"

"Tantabus are they here for us?" I asked fearfully

"Fear not sister they seemed to be more interested in observing us, perhaps the presence of our mother and 'father' had some effect on them" replied the dream spirit with what sounded like an nod.

"Are-

"Luna.." Celestia said at last, unknowingly interrupting me and my 'sister' " h-how did you manage to escape Alkeyore? The War maidens tenderly backed away with hidden sheepishness, and the fact that this couldn't end well given the events that took just moments ago. Lightening Dust glares at the rainbow one from the six mares at Celesta's side before she too backed away, I didn't bother in questioning as to why the sister-captain would glare at whom I amused to be the element of loyalty, my attentions were all on my parents.

Luna's ears fold back slightly as worry entered her with a deep breath "Celes- she started but Celestia quickly silenced her by warping Luna in her hooves, holding the midnight blue mare tightly to her white form.

"Shh, never mind that monster little sister, just knowing that you are free of him is enough to make my heart soar." Celestia said in a not to quiet whisper as she then nuzzles Luna, an nuzzle that the Lunar Alicorn doesn’t returns. The other six mares fail to notice this because they were too busy smiling at the reunion of the two sisters, giving them their congratulations.

Celestia then looks towards me and Moonlit, her smile still on her face. "You even saved the foals from his dark teachings."

"Celestia Alkeyore isn't a monster…" Said Luna breaking their embrace, she gives the white mare an hard look. " He's-"

"Don't worry Luna, me and Discord will find a way to free you from his nasty spell." Said Celestia her smile fading a bit at the sudden break in the hug, "Twilight gather your friends, we'll meet you back at the carriage."

"What spell? Asked Luna as the six mares gave a series of 'yes princess' and disappeared into the hallway, the same hallway where those three Alicorns lay in wait, watching us. I know not if the six mares knew that they were there or had even seen them as they went to the carriage.

"The spell that he has cast on you to keep you under his influence and gave you the false notions of love... Also that ridiculous notion that Nightmare must become like him, a dark mage. "

"But he had cast no such spells Celestia! While I don't prove of his teachings that our daughter has to partake in the dark arts but if anything he kept us alive when we were with Dust!" Luna pointed out causing Celestia to wince at the memory of Dust the wanderer.

"But you saw what he is Luna, a monster, 'an Ageless' as he called himself and Dust was only a greater monster! Of course, he kept us alive because he didn't want to share his prey. And he's a dark mage no less." Celestia argued. " He is an enemy of Equestria."

"Yes, he is a dark mage but he still is a good man." said Luna. "Do I need to remind you of the land he came from? The Gaeaish are different from us in both thoughts and in morals..."

“You saw what he could do Luna, “Said Celestia." we saw what he could do and how easily you lost that spar you had with him. I had no choice but to contact my father..."

"You did w...'' Luna started but then she pauses as her expression hardens '' Alkeyore was right."

"Right about what?" said Celestia raising a brow.

"He predicted that you would go to Sleipnir and the pantheon...'' Luna then stomps a hoof cracking the stone titles of the barracks mess hall, out of my mother's outburst the white form of Celestia was taken back. ''Celestia you're a fool! Sleipnir! BUCKING SLEIPNIR! You know he despises me! why would you go to him of all ponies!"

Out of the corner of my eye an flash of white appeared in the door way using my magical senses I saw that it was the white one of the six mares, it appears that she was now listening in my parent's discussion yet strangely there was something... off about her aura, I didn't like it. It held an likeness to my and Luna's magics yet it was vastly different as my senses picked up on something else, it did not came from the white one of the six but it was ancient… Very ancient. As soon I sensed it, it disappeared leaving my senses to only pick up on the white mare. And even more concerning I had yet to sense the other three Alicorns hiding from us.

"LUNA! you think I had a choice! Alkeyore is way too powerful just for you, me and Discord to contend with! I had too seek the aid of the Pantheon if I ever wanted you back and to free you of this dark magic!'' Celestia shouts. "Please Luna come back to Canterlot and father will fix you!"

‘Tantabus did she j-‘

"I've already told you, Alkeyore has cast no such spell on me!", "I am not some toy to be 'fixed' sister, my mind is my own, it’s should be you to think of one's doings!" Shouts Luna with an hurt expression "I am.. not something to be fixed..."

‘Yes.. it seems that there are powers forming around us, the majority against us.’ whispered my 'sister', ‘I had somewhat identified the other three Alicorns watching us... they appear to be Zocla the Alicorn of choices; Iponia the newly ascended Alicorn of fire ; Hponis the Alicorn of Decay‘

" Their all minor Alicorns..."

"That could just be one of his tricks Luna!" Celestia yells " he's only using yo-"

"AND YOUR NOT!!!!" Screams Luna as she turns around and look at her sister, some tears forming in her eyes and an angry expression. "He is the first male that don’t fear me, that looks at me and appreciate my appearance and not with disgust, he is the first that making me feel whole, making me feel secure, and we will NOT let anypony take that away from US!"

Luna slipping into the ye old equestrian language at the end of her outburst. She swipes her head to the right and focus on her lieutenant, the mare had stood stoic against the wall.

“Sister-Captain Lightning Dust, assemble my war maidens, I want a team of your most skilled and ready maidens armed and ready on the double, meet me up in the court yard in five minutes.”

The aforementioned mare gave a salute. “Yes, my princess!” she said and quickly marched out the room with the other war maidens in toll. Luna then rushed out the room also and quickly trotted down the corridor, her sister Celestia followed her and still tried to talk to her, leaving just me, Moonlit inside the room.

"Sister those three minor Alicorns had left" Tantabus informs me as the white mare hiding in to doorway also went deeper into the darkness of the hallway, no doubt returning to the other mares waiting at the carriage. " I have no doubts that they'll inform Sleipnir and that the dark one is away"

"Nightmare moon" said the Kirin, the first thing she had spoken since arriving here and throughout the fight we just bare witness too " we should follow them?"

"Yes.. we should" I said as the both of us scampered into the halls following the two sisterly Alicorns, yet with each hoof fall a sense of dread filled the back of my mind. The two sister's pace quicken thus our own quicken in turn, Celestia's unanswered augments echoed throughout the halls yet my mind couldn't fully focus on what my 'father' was saying instead I ponder on what Tantabus and me sensed since the fight started..

"What was that ancient thing I sensed?"

Canterlot, the lower city

Two shadows were seen trying to sneak and stay in the shadows. Evening was getting near and the setting sun was starting to provide some shadows for the two ponies to use as cover but their golden armor was rending their stealth null and void as it glittered when the sun reflected from them as then sneaked from shadow to shadow.

They then started to come to the shady part of Canterlot. The part where the guard was not so welcome in some part but in other they were quite welcome. This spot was one of the later.

The two stallions looked around nervously.

“Is it clear?” One said, he was fairly. The other looking around some more.

“Think so, is this the right address?” The other younger looking stallion was looking down at a dirty wrinkled piece of paper.

“Yeah this is the place. Why do I have to do this…? I just started seeing this mare. If she finds out I have gone to one of her old work places she will kill me.”

The older snorted. “Be glad you got one from a place like this. My marefriend is the uptight one. But I do enjoy her younger sister. I will tell you sometime about what that young sister can do with her mouth.”

They both then started to walk down the street that was casting it’s red light because of the red stained colored lantern’s that was placed along the street. Also fancy looking house signs and flashing lights was also greeting the two stallions.

The side of the street where lined with pubs, clubs. But they also contained strip clubs, and more importantly brothels.

The two could see a mare or two working in a corner. By work that mean whoring herself. That’s right they were in the infamous Red light district were you could buy anything but for the most part a mare or stallion to have some fun with.

So those stocking clad mares with their makeup, slutty clothes and such would show a stallion or mare a good time for some bits, in other words whores, sluts, and prostitutes. The dark side of Canterlot that Celestia didn’t know about, or didn’t bother with.

Most of them where usually thestrial mares but one could see some regular ponies also. One that the young stallion noted that seemed familiar. I was a mature mare with a mask covering her upper face, meaning around her eyes for the most part.

She had tight fitting hind stockings that seemed to have been used for some time. Her body was seen starting to show her age with some grey hair in her mane and tail. But her body seemed fit and looking good despite her age. The most noticeable thing to notice where her big teats that was seen under her. Those where clearly magic fake made. But that made it more easy to recognize her as not many noble mares did that too often. Also her poorly hidden cutie mark was seen, making her disguise useless for those that recognize it.

“Isn’t that baron’s wife…?” The young stallion said in a surprise tone as they looked at the mature mare started to flirt with two sailors that came up to her.

“For sure, but don’t think about it, we will not recruit her. The sergeant told us to specifically get our entertainment from this address and the Madame of the house. He was quite clear on that. He told us remember that only the best was good enough for rewarding us for the fine job we did, and also for razing morale.”

The other nodded and soon they stopped in front of a house. It was a two storied building, with Red drapes and red lanterns decorating the front of it. A big red sign was seen on the building.

‘Bucking Palace’ it read in bright golden letters. Also a silhouette of a stallion mounting a mare was seen.

They entered the house and a pretty mare with fishnet stockings, heavy makeup and a pink and purple frilly corset was seen behind a counter. She also appears to be wearing a similar frilly feather head piece on her head.

She saw the two stallion guard enter the room and gave then a big smile.

“Welcome to the Bucking Palace. What can I help you with gentlecolts?”

The one that seemed to be in charge stepped forward and put a hoof over his mouth and coughed, trying to look professional and know what he was doing, but his limp dick that have been slided out from his sheet was telling other otherwise.

“Good day ma’am. I would like to talk to the mad ’maselle about hiring a couple of your fine ladies for some entertainment back at hour barracks.”

The young mare giggled.

“Follow me gentlecolts.”

She stepped from the counter and then with great sways to her flanks she started to walk away and through a door to the side, the two guard ponies followed. The young guard pony leaned towards his companion and whispered in an eager voice.

“She is cute, wonder if we can pick her?”

The older one took a look at her swaying backside for a few moments in thought, he then noticed something and shook his head.

“Don’t think so, look closer at her backside, or more importantly her panties.”

“They are a nice shade of pink... So what, you don’t like pink?”

The older shook his head again.

“No, if you look you could clearly see cum leaking from her marehood and even dried cum on her panties, meaning she had not cleaned herself for at least a couple of hours.”

“So… She maybe has just been busy?” The older stallion snorted.

“Like I told you, my marefriend used to work in a place like this, but in another part of Canterlot. She have told me that those kind of mares that don’t bother to clean themselves regally you should watch out for. They usually not caring what type of member stick into them and if you are not careful, you will end up with an itch and rash that will make you piss putrid green/yellow puss and will hurt doing so. It is called the clamp. It is curable with ointment but it will take some months and it is pretty expensive. So there is a lesion for you kid, always check the whores and also wear a protective spell or condoms if visiting these establishments if you are unsure.”

The younger stallion nodded and stayed quite as they two followed the cute mare to two wide spiraling staircase that snakes up on either side of the walls and lead up to different floors, all had marked doors seen over the door frames.

Laying on a diva sofa in an inviting manner was the mad ’maselle of the brothel. She was a hot pink coated unicorn and was dressed in a tight fit black dress that hugged her curves nicely and a red feathery boa was seen over her shoulders, she also had hind stockings and a feathery plume like hat like the receptionist mare.

She gave the two stallion a small smile.

“Ahh the royal guard, well what can a do for you two strapping stallions? Care to have fun with one of my girls?”

The older stallion once again stepped forward and started the dialog.

“We like to hire two of your fine girls for our barracks for some moral boost and celebration ma’am. My sergeant request that they should know how to dance, entertain and be wet and ready for a night of fun. So present me what you have now on the shift and I was also told to inspect them before selecting them”

The mature mare giggled.

“As you wish, who am I to go such noble orders from your sergeant.”

She then pulled a rope that the younger one now noticed was hanging from the celling beside her. A low sounded bell was heard and then some of the door to the rooms that was seen on the floors opened and mares of all ages, size, species walked out and then trotted down the stairs and then started to line themselves up on either side of the mature mare as they got down from the stairs.

The younger stallion took in the site of the mares. They all look cute and some even stunning beautiful. He noted that all had the same kind of outfit as the receptionist (who by the way also had joined the lines). He could see some ponies sticking out.

He saw two thestrial’s, a mature and a younger one to the side. They both looked a little ragged but what he most of all noted was that they both looked heavily pregnant.

He then noticed a young gryphoness of all things standing among the mares. She had the same getup as everypony else but looked more rebellious, too cocky to be in a place like this. But looking lower he saw that she clearly had some enchantment done on her. Her teats were big, very big, clearly some growth spell. Also he could see that they were pierced as a golden chain was seen between them. Also what he could see her flanks was bigger than what you usually see on gryphons. Her looked wider, more plump than usual, that was clearly magic made too. She saw the young look at her and gave him a scowl.

“What are you looking at dweep?”

The young stallion blushed and turned his head to the side. The mature mad ’maselle frowned a little and her horn glowed a light pink. The gryphon gave a started squawk like yelp and a suppressed moan as to whatever the mare did.

“Don’t scare the costumers princess, how are you going to pay of your debt of you are making all the strapping stallions run away from you. You know also was it expected from you.”

“I will not let some weakling mount me and blow his stinky underserving jizz inside my cunt.” The gryphoness said with some venom in her voice. But her cheeks were red and she seemed to screw and wiggle in place.

“And that’s why your once tight tail hole have seen a lot of use. Well it is your loss hen. I can see that young one wouldn’t mind popping your cherry and pumping your full of his seed. I bet he will fill it full to the brim as how pent up and exited he looks.”

The young stallion guard blushing also hearing the praise from the mature mare. He to his shame blushed a little more as he felt his member slide out of his sheath and getting hard, to further prove the mare’s point.

The mature mare giggle and the gryphoness snorted, but that turned into a suppressed moan as the mature mare’s horn glowed again for a few moments.

The older stallion didn’t seam to hear or care for the small side event and started to trot down the line and look the mares’ over. When the younger stallion has collected himself he started to follow his companion and also look at the mares.

He saw that indeed some of those mares have leaking cum filled cunts and some had the cum dried on them, some he clearly could see the unkempt appearance, which was a shame because most of them looked really beautiful, even the mature ones. He saw a few that looked clean and he saw his older companion tap two of them on the flanks, which earned some giggles and winks his way from the mares.

“This two will do.” The mature mare nodded.

“If you follow me we can sort out the papers my good stallion.” The older stallion nodded and followed her.

The younger stallion started to follow also but he then caught a glimpse of something. Looking to the side he saw that he was right behind the rebellious gryphoness.

He could now see what made her moan before and also taking in her backside. She had wide flanks as he saw, but he was also seeing a pair of big pillow like asscheeks and also very plump and big looking feline cunt and tail hole. Her feline cunt was looking clean and unused and had a healthy grey/black color to it and looked very inviting. But looking up further he could see her big plump tail hole and it was clearly used, it was pure black and lose looking, it didn’t help that lodged hilt deep inside her tail hole was a big ass dildo that was lewdly stretching her waste hole. Also dotting her cunt was several piercing rings and duds along her folds and clit.

Now the younger stallion knew why the young gryphoness moaned as the mature mare used her magic, the mare probably used her magic to move the huge dildo that was inside the hen.

He couldn’t help but marvel at her backside and her big feline cunt that was burrowed between those ass cheeks. He blushing, his mind going blank and couldn’t help but lean closer and taking a whiff off her scent and then burrow and rub his muzzle against it. His mind and taste buds assaulting with the scent and taste of her, he could help but give her insides a lick.

Bu then he gave a yelp as he was roughly pushed back by her backside and fell down on the floor. He looked back up, his muzzle covered with her cunt juices and saw a blushing angry looking gryphoness looking at him over her shoulder.

“Claws of dweep or I will end you!” The hen growled.

The young stallion gives a girly *eep* sound and rushed out the room after his companion. Some of the mares’ giggle at the display of the stallion running away with his tail between his legs and the gryphoness angry looking after his retreating form. But a few saw the hen’s wet and winking feline cunt and gave a knowing smirk.

The hen huffed and planned to walked away back to her room. Other had the same idea as it seems the show was over and they needed to go back to work.

The gryphoness started to walk but couldn’t help but bit her lower beak as she felt her udder like teats jiggle and move and the golden chain yanking her pierced nipples as they did. But it was not just pain she felt as they did that, but pleasure. Her feline cunt winking more to that.

But she pressed on and started to head to the base of the stairs, intending to head up to her room and trying to rest. Her wings spread open a little to balance her as she nowadays felt such off balance thanks to her teats and also her swaying backside and jiggly ass.

She then felt a present to her side and looking towards her side she saw the receptionist walking beside her a little and giving her a small smile.

“Pity you didn’t assert yourself more and made that cute stallion choose you. I wouldn’t mind feeling his young member between my legs.” The gryphoness snorted.

“You know why Second Helping, I didn’t drag myself here and disgrace myself as I have to trade one wimp from another.”

“Yeah the money debt your father has and all that.” The mare said. The gryphoness snorted again.

“Yeah and that baron had the gall to present his nerdy, weak glass-eyed twerp for a son and offer my father enough money to pay of the debt with interest even. The only catch is to let his son take my virginity, shoot his girl cootie afraid sperm inside me and try to impregnate me. Ha as if!”

The mare looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“So your answer was to run away from home, come here to Canterlot. Present your case to Lord Sleipnir and he being the kind lord he is he offer this solution instead? To work off your debt in one of his fine establishments?”

The gryphoness puffed out her cheeks in an adorable way and her cheeks flushed red with shame and embarrassment nodded.

“What else do I do…? I can’t go back to my father, less so looking like this.”

She used her claw to show her changed body.

“And I can’t get any help from my friends… Well friend and well I blew that chance up.”

“Well don’t feel down, do like I do and accept this life and try to have some fun doing it.”

The gryphoness snorted at that.

“I will not act or become like you Second Helping, letting anything with a pulse and a dick rut you and empty their seed inside you and then with a smile go home to your coltfriend and let him have sloppy seconds. The sad part he knows it. His weird and don’t seem to mind you whoring yourself and him getting to use your used cunt. It even seems to excite him.”

Second Helping giggled and started to turn to head back to her counter and the gryphoness starting to go up the stairs, still with some difficulty. She took a last look towards the door the young stallion had fled into for a few moments before she headed for her door, opened it and then went inside.

Author's Notes:

Orthos= Dark Magi
Kazigoth= Dwarves
Arianrhod= Elves
Gardaran= Dragons
Merthyr Tydfil= Fairies

Well, this is the last time we ever visit the lands of Gaea...

Question for the readers: who is the best character in the story thus far? and whom out of the remaining Gaeaish is the best and why? please send your answers by pm.

Slenderman demands your answers

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