Author's Notes:

WARNING!
This chapter contains unconsensual intercourse, or for the more dense, RAPE.
If you are offended by this you should skip this, starting at the ~~~+++~~~

Furthermore this is the last chapter of the first (and huge) crossover, so enjoy.

Awareness was slow to return to her. She wasn’t asleep anymore but somehow her mind refused to wake up fully. Something was wrong, so very wrong, but she couldn’t recall what it would be. Honestly, she didn’t even know if she wanted to. Echoes of pain emanated from the thought alone. And she didn’t like pain. Briefly she wondered if she could just stay the way she was now. It felt comfortable, warm… secure. But just as she thought that, it all began to slip away, as her body forced her unwilling mind to awaken.

The first thing she noticed was that the warmth, she felt, seemed to have its source right in front of her. Curious she cracked open an eye and was rewarded with the view of a very toned - and bare - chest. A human chest, she realized. Confusion seeped into her brain but seeing as it offered her comfort, she sorely needed, she just closed her eye again. Maybe she could find her way back to sleep.

She turned her head, accidentally putting her ear right over where the person’s heart was. For reasons beyond her at this moment, the sound of a beating heart only served to calm her even more. The motion in itself had felt familiar and the position she found herself in just as much. Had she done this before? She… just couldn’t remember. But it was important to remember, for some reason. Tears spilled from her eyes, only confusing her more.

Arms wrapped around her comfortingly and a hand started to stroke her hair as a voice rumbled through the chest below her. “Don’t worry, your sister’s here for you. Just let it out.”

The voice caught her attention. She knew the one it belonged to, but why was it so hard to recall the name belonging to it? She lifted her head from the chest to look at the face of the human, her eyes still unfocused and still leaking. It took her a long while to finally recognize him and the name came to her. But when she spoke, all that came was a hoarse whisper. “Max…”

“Ah, you’re awake. I thought you would sleep until noon,” He said with a smile.

In that moment, everything came crashing back down on her. The previous day felt like it should have been a whole week, with how much had happened. Instead of breaking down again, she just let her head sink down on Max’s chest and sighed in utter exhaustion.

Max frowned and pulled her up a bit, resting his chin on her head. “You had an extremely rough day yesterday. We can stay as long as you need.”

After a few minutes, Sephiroth shifted slightly to raise her hand, enveloped in a green aura, to her throat. When she finished, she just let her arm slump down. She stayed silent for another while, before she spoke again. “How? How am I supposed to carry on after all this?”

“You will. Your indomitable will is too strong to be broken by this and your heart will heal from these wounds. All you need is time.”

She contemplated his words and his own experience with loss before beginning to lift herself off of him. Wiping away the last remnants of her tears she nodded. “Okay. I’ll try.”

Max averted his eyes and pulled a blanket out of his bag. “You might want to cover up with this before we leave.”

Sephiroth blinked uncomprehendingly and let her gaze lower to her own body. And then she realized that Max’s clothes weren’t the only ones obliterated by her burst. A raging blush enveloped her face and she quickly grabbed the proffered blanket to cover herself. When she was done wrapping it around herself to improvise a toga, she glared at Max. “Not. A. Single. Word.”

“I would’ve wrapped the blanket around you before you woke up, but you wouldn’t let go of me.” Max stood and offered a hand to her. “At least the dagger and everything in my bag survived.”

She took his hand and let him help her to her feet. But she noticed another thing that had withstood her power. “Well, the dagger, your bag and my feather.”

“The feather was a given.” Max dug a shirt out of his bag and put it on before lighting his hand for another teleport. “Besides, it’s tied to you. If it faded it would mean you did as well.”

“You have a point there.” Then she sighed again and, surprisingly enough, began to pout. “I really liked that outfit…”

“Yeah. Looked like just the perfect mix of modest and revealing.” Max shook his head before offering his elbow to Sephiroth. “I would’ve loved to have that in a different color.”

Chuckling quietly she instead rested her hand on his shoulder. “You can still have one, but I doubt that ponies are comfortable working with leather. I just have to see if I can find someone who can make me a new one. If I would succeed then I thought about instilling it with my magic, so that something like this won’t happen again.”

“That would fail, seeing as how you don’t actually have magic,” Max said, teleporting them back to the throne room shortly after.

Sephiroth was just about to question what he meant when she noticed their surroundings. As luck would have it they appeared to a room full of various different burmecians. On one wall there was a long table with several official looking rats with stacks of paper in front of them while there were rows of banks set up on the other side of the room, which were currently full with commonly clothed people. All of which stopped everything they were doing to stare at the two of them. For the second time a blush overtook her features and she opted to stare a hole through the head of the man beside her.

Noticing the king on the throne, Max turned to him and said, “Would you happen to have a set of clothes lying around that Sephiroth can have? She kinda destroyed the side of a mountain and our clothes in trying to calm down last night.”

The woman felt extremely self-conscious, because of an unsettling amount of eyes staring at her. She could swear that she caught at least three of the rats actively devouring her with their gazes.

Even the king had to shake himself from staring when Max spoke to him. “Ah, yes yes. Just wait in the room to my left. I’ll send a maid to fetch her something.”

Max nodded and led Sephiroth to the indicated door, not paying any attention to the stares they were receiving. Once the door closed behind them, Max said, “I am so sorry about that. I thought it was close enough to lunch that the throne room would be empty.”

A few soft thuds sounded through the little room, caused by Sephiroth hitting her head on a wall. She kept on doing that for a bit before she let her forehead rest against the cool stone. “I never…” She paused, not really sure what to say, but tried it nonetheless. “I can’t be… that beautiful. It felt like every single male AND female in this room wanted nothing more than to free me from the blanket! I mean- What the fuck?!”

“I might be the wrong person to say this but... aside from Celestia, you are the sexiest human I’ve met so far.”

“Isn’t Celestia a pony?” She shook her head. This was just ridiculous. “Nevermind. I’m a warrior. Not some kind of model or something. Back in the day I fought with dragons and Nightmare for fun!”

“And what’s sexier to a warrior race than someone who can whip you fifty ways to Sunday? I wouldn’t be surprised if you were part of everyone’s wet dreams. Plus, you’re built like an Amazonian princess.”

A loud groan escaped her and she hit her head on the wall again, this time leaving a dent in it. “Hardy har. I’m not interested in a relationship with anyone if I could break them between two fingers!” Her eyes widened in shock and she whirled around to face Max. “Don’t you dare to even think about it! I’m not interested in ANY relationship!”

“I wasn’t going to. Besides, you’re the only one who can tell if you’re ready for another relationship.” He averted his eyes. “You let the blanket slip.”

She covered herself again in a hurry and then crossed her arms in front of her chest. When her anger subsided she lowered her head in shame. “Sorry for yelling at you. I just assumed you were going to say something like this. That wasn’t fair.”

Max put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look at him. “I don’t care if you rage at me or hit me, or even hate me. I’m your sister and I’ll stay by your side no matter what.” He pulled her in for a hug and whispered, “You’re family, and I won’t ever give up on family.”

Right at that moment a door on the wall opposing the one they entered through opened and a female rat came in. She froze at the sight before her, blushed and turned around again. “I’ll be back later.”

Sephiroth groaned in exasperation and buried her face in Max’s shoulder. There had to be some unspoken rule in this universe that lead to her being embarrassed at every chance.

“... I’m just making things worse now, aren’t I?”

The woman gave his unoccupied shoulder a shove, but without any strength behind it. “Don’t be ridiculous. As if you intended this situation. You just tried to help me.”

“True. So how about we call her back so you can get your clothes? And to try to stop the rumors in their tracks?”

She nodded and extricated herself from his hug. “Yeah, we should do that. But would there be rumors after you called me your sister in the throne room? I don’t think so.”

“They can tell we aren’t truly related, though. I think. But if they can’t, there might not be any,” Max said, walking over to the door and opening it. He saw the maid standing right outside the door holding what looked to be a set of armored clothes.

The maid had a look on her face as if she was caught with her claw in a cookie jar and had the decency to lower her gaze in shame as she handed over the clothes. It seemed like she had been eavesdropping.

Max took the offered clothes and said, “Thank you.”

The rat bowed, closing the door when Max walked over to Sephiroth.

“Yeah, there’s definitely going to be rumors spread now.” He handed the clothes to the woman and turned away to give her some privacy.

She took the clothes from Max and was relieved that he had turned around. Eager to get dressed she shed the blanket and began to don the curiously shaped piece of clothing. It almost looked like a light summer dress in the shape of a bell, only that it was out of a sturdy material, which she couldn’t identify at the moment, and had armor plates on the shoulders, that covered the outside of her upper arms down to the elbows. The lower part of the skirt was reinforced too and she got some leg guards with it. Not really something that would cover her legs all the way up but at least the top piece was long enough to hide her privates from view. Shrugging she began to close the armor in the front but soon encountered a problem. Burmecians didn’t really have breasts. And she realized quite strongly in this moment that their clothes wouldn’t be designed with the necessary space for them. “You got to be kidding me…”

“Wha-” Max’s eyes widened as he turned and noticed that Sephiroth’s breasts weren’t exactly hidden and were in fact smushed together by the dress. “Whoa, that’s a definite problem.”

Sephiroth quickly covered her breasts with her arms and glared at Max. “Would you kindly turn around again? Otherwi-” She was just about to avert her gaze when she noticed a distinct tent in his trousers. It was just so surreal that she couldn’t help herself and stared for a moment, too shocked to look away.

“Um....”

In an instant the woman had her fist firmly buried in his face hard enough to bash him through the solid stone wall and out into a hallway, where he proceeded to be imbedded into the next one.

“This is part of why I don’t like being a guy!” Max yelled as he pulled himself from the wall. “It always makes me think with my dick instead of my brain. ‘Oh hey, is that someone you think of as a sister, or is it a hot woman flashing you?’ GAH! THAT’S IT!” His hand flashed white and he turned back into his gryphon disguise.

Sephiroth didn’t really give a flying fuck about what he said, instead she tried to find anything to cover herself with and picked up the blanket again. She drew her sword and cut down a narrow length of material from the blanket, which she bound around her chest after she let her sword fade away again and loosening the straps around her breasts so that they weren’t squashed anymore. After that she was properly covered and didn’t have any problems while trying to breathe.

“I am so sorry about that, Seph. It was just my body screwing around with me,” Max said as she jumped back through the hole shaped like her human self.

Sighing she turned around only to blink in confusion when she saw the gryphon, but shook her head when she recognized the disguise. “I can not say that I know how it is to be a guy. Let’s just forget about it.” To change the subject she added. “Where is the dagger, by the way? I assume you took it with you after I destroyed our clothes.”

Max dug in his bag and pulled it out, tossing it to her as he said, “Seriously, this entire time I’ve caught myself either staring at your assets, or thinking of ways to get you in bed. I’d rather not tell you this, but it’s better to know now than to have it slip out later.”

She caught the dagger and searched her new attire for a suitable place for it. She found a strap under her left arm. It was a little too high for her liking, but it would do. So she fastened the dagger on the strap, taking her time to make sure it was secure to stall her answer. Eventually she returned her attention to Max. “You burned that bridge when you started calling me sis.”

Max shrugged. “Didn’t stop Kat from pushing me onto a bed and having her way with me.”

“No, just no. I’m not copulating with my family. Ever!” Again she tried to change the topic. “They could have given me shoes or boots at least. I’m not used to have almost nothing to cover my legs.”

A faint smell reached Sephiroth’s nose, one that seemed slightly familiar for some reason as Max said, “I have some sandals you could have.”

Curiously the woman sniffed the air but she just couldn’t place the scent so she just shrugged it off. “That would suffice. At least I won’t have to walk these halls barefooted.”

As Max dug the sandals out, Sephiroth couldn’t help but notice the scent had gotten stronger when Max stuck her entire front half into the bag. That was when she realized what it was. Her eyes widened before narrowing in aggravation again. “Hey Max. I think it would be best if you head home soon.” She didn’t really resent the gryphon for her bodily reactions but she was glad that the next time they would meet Max would be female again.

“Maybe. I just need to get you the...” She slowed a bit, pulling her head out of the bag and turning partially glazed eyes towards Sephiroth. “What was it I was looking for again?”

Something in the gryphon’s eyes unsettled the woman. “Actually sandals aren’t that important. Why don’t you return to your universe, like right now? You were away for almost a full day and we still don’t know if there is a temporal difference between our universes.” Nervously she took a step back, not really comprehending the situation she was in.

Max shook her head and put a claw on her forehead, obviously trying to think through her lust. “I... don’t know how. I know there’s... something we’re supposed to do... Ugh, I need someone to fuck me.”

Taking another step back, Sephiroth quickly jumped to what she thought could be an escape. “Well that certainly can’t be me. So what about this thing we need to do to send you back?”

Max’s gaze returned to follow Sephiroth, her eyes twitching as she battled to stay lucid. “I... can’t...” Then Max whispered, “Please, help me.”

When the woman caught the whisper her whole demeanor changed instantly. She rushed forward with concern in her eyes. “Max! What’s wrong?!” She grabbed the gryphon by her withers and started to shake her cautiously. “Talk to me!”

Max suddenly grabbed her arms and said, “I-I... Too long. Too much.” Max’s eyes glazed over completely and she let go of Sephiroth, frantically fingering herself.

Shocked, Sephiroth jumped back from the gryphon, hitting the wall with her back. Staring unbelievingly at the scene in front of her she couldn’t think of anything to do at the moment. “What the- Max!”

That drew Max’s attention and she turned her lust-filled bedroom eyes on Sephiroth. “Oh, someone wants to join in~?”

Dread filled her and she quickly shook her head. “Nope. I don’t really swing that way- I mean- nope!”

Max stood up and took a step towards her. “Come now, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to~...”

Instinctively she tried to take a step back, but instead pressed herself more firmly against the wall. “No! Max, snap out of it!”

“Oh, you want the hard approach... Not really what I like, but.” Max was suddenly holding Sephiroth’s hands against the wall with her claws. “I can be for my partners.”

The woman reacted more on reflex than anything else and tried to ram her knee in the stomach of the gryphon. Her knee connected, but didn’t do anything as Max just giggled and dispelled the transformation. “Like it rough, huh? Or are you just wanting some straps to hold you down?”

Fury ran through her veins and she struggled to free her hands, but his grip didn’t budge in the slightest. It didn’t help that she could feel her cheeks burning with a bright blush. “Take your hands off me this insta-” She was silenced by him forcefully pressing their lips together and her eyes widened in shock.

In the corner of her eye she saw Max’s hand flash and not only felt his chest on her bare skin, but something hard poke her in the stomach. She froze and tried to say something, but Max’s tongue took that as an invitation and curled around hers.

She whimpered helplessly and tried to shy away from the thing on her stomach. But her body began to betray her. She could feel it starting to heat up and form an increasingly uncomfortable tightness in her abdomen. She crossed her legs and seriously contemplated just biting his tongue but she didn’t want to hurt him. Sure, she had bashed him through a wall, but she knew that that wouldn’t actually hurt him.

Max moved his hands down to her hips, leaving her hands stuck somehow against the wall. Sephiroth thought he would just pull her legs apart, but was surprised when he started massaging her thighs while he moved his mouth to her neck and began kissing and nibbling down to her sternum.

She found it increasingly hard to breathe for some reason and her mind began to swim with something akin to oxygen deprivation. But she didn’t really feel like she was suffocating. She shuddered under his actions. It felt so good- No, no she had to end this. With that thought she renewed her struggles against the bonds holding her hands.

She managed to free her left hand but forgot what to do with it as Max for some reason decided to bite her neck a little more firmly, eliciting an involuntary moan of approval. Max’s magic took hold of her hand then and placed it on his back, her fingernails digging in slightly as she stiffened at the sensation of Max’s mouth closing around her right nipple.

She vaguely remembered that she had to do something. Something was wrong but she just couldn’t think clearly enough. Every coherent thought was shattered briefly as the man started suckling on her nipple, gaining him another moan. Her body just started to relax on his own, causing her legs to slowly open. The tightness in her decided to start convulsing sending shivers across her. A primal need began to claw at her mind but she ignored it for now as her right hand was suddenly freed. Without anything to do with it she just put it on his back too.

She felt his mouth slowly move to her other breast, a ragged line of kisses connecting her nipples as he took her left one in his teeth. Pleasure consumed Sephiroth’s thoughts again, making her moan and coo as Max nibbled and sucked on it.

A stubborn thought nagged at the back of her mind. There was something she should do and once she thought about it it became obvious. Here he was, making her feel good, and she didn’t even do something for him. At first she drew a blank as to what she could do but that was answered as she was poked in the stomach again. Smiling almost triumphantly she let her right hand glide down his back and to the front, softly closing around his manhood.

He gave a soft moan into her breast as her hand started moving along his dick, making her shudder and squeeze him a bit tighter before she felt his hand slide across her leg and circle around her lovepot, which caused her to open her legs more.

The heat in her body focused on her insides more and more. It made her uncomfortable but at the same time she felt so good. The conflicting feelings didn’t really clash but instead seemed to enhance each other and made her forget what she was doing for a moment.

That was all it took for Max to move his mouth back to hers and move one of her legs around his back, giving him more room to tease her.

A flash of white and a soft blanket under her told her that he teleported them somewhere more private. His weight on her felt reassuring and made her whimper in need. A white hot little something had settled in her abdomen and it bothered her. Her lust crazed mind told her exactly how she could get rid of it and so she tried to guide his manhood lower.

He let her guide him lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. When she tried to pull him into her, however, he continued to go lower, continuing his kisses down her stomach and around the inside of her thighs.

She cooed in approval as he began to lower himself but that turned into an annoyed groan when he continued on where she didn’t want him to. She moaned in approval as his kissing turned into licks and suckling, giving an extra loud one when she felt his teeth graze her clit.

Deciding that she could cope with the burning a little longer, in favor of the pleasure she was receiving, she began to relax and enjoy the sensations flowing through her. Occasionally small tremors shook her body when he hit a particular sensitive spot, almost always accompanied by little moans, which kept growing more strained over the time.

Slowly he began to move up her again, stopping briefly to give each of her breasts a few more kisses before leaning back and grabbing his cock. He slowly rubbed it along her slit, eliciting more groans and gasps.

She thrust her hips upwards in an attempt to stop his teasing and would have told him so if she would remember how to speak.

He gave a small chuckle before pushing towards her, the tip penetrating her and causing her to gasp again.

Her breath hitched every time she tried to inhale. It didn’t satisfy her in the slightest. It was like giving a drop of water to someone who was about to die of thirst. She managed an impatient growl and wrapped her legs around him, trying to force him to go faster.

He suddenly hilted in her, drawing a passion filled yell from her that turned into a groan as he pulled out, leaving an aching emptiness behind that threatened to drive her mad.

The emptiness was filled again and again as Max sped up a bit, letting her feel him hit several sensitive spots. She found herself unwillingly breathing in rhythm with his thrusts only that him hilting in her forced the air out of her, more often than not in the form of a moan. Jolts of sweet pleasure shot through her and she eagerly met his movements with her own.

She felt his speed slowly increase again as his mouth found hers again and their tongues twined around each other. She gasped into him as she felt one of his fingers touch her clit, sending a crash of lightning up her spine.

Expecting the feeling to fade into the increasing amount of pleasure she was in for a surprise. It did fade somewhat but left a constant tingling behind which caused the pleasure to swell in her until it felt ready to burst. But it didn’t for some reason.

Max broke the kiss and left a trail of nibbles down her neck and to her nipples, gently massaging the one he wasn’t currently focussed on as if it would feel left out if he didn’t. She felt him brush her clit once more, pushing her over the edge.

She cried out in ecstasy as her orgasm came crashing down on her. Her whole body tensed under him making her clench down on the manhood inside of her. She felt him twitch inside her before a flood of liquid filled her depths, sending her even further into pleasure with each spurt that escaped him.

A little voice in the back of her mind screamed in panic but was drowned under everything else. She would have screamed but she mysteriously lacked the air to do so. Her whole body began to convulse before going limp, leaving her a panting and sweating mess.

Max fell to her side, twisting to land on his back and accidentally pulling Sephiroth on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from falling off.

“Damn it,” Max muttered as he pulled his dick out, sending a few more jolts of pleasure up Sephiroth’s spine.

She answered with a tired groan, not able to understand what happened. But sleep sounded really good right now. She felt a soreness in her but for some reason it was very comfortable.

Max sighed, shaking his head. “We’ll talk when we wake up.”

Her mind was forced into motion by his words and shock coursed through her, waking her more effectively than any other thing could. Her head shot up and she stared dumbfounded at the man below her.

“Really? I tried several different ways to try to keep you awake and that’s what gets you to react?”

She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came to mind. How was she supposed to react? He had essentially forced himself upon her. Why wasn’t she angry? Should she be furious, or not?

“I tried my best to calm down, but none of my previous methods worked. Not even thinking of Celestia and Luna’s deaths or thinking of Hurricane and Scourge. I-” He sighed again. “I’m sorry. At least I see myself for what I truly am now. All you need to do to send me back is say ‘our contract is complete’.”

“I…” Pausing to at least attempt to sort her thoughts, which failed miserably, she lifted a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. Conflicting feelings raged in her heart. She sighed deeply. “I need time to think about this.” Rolling off of him she sat up in the bed, facing away from him. “We’ll talk… when you summon me in two weeks. Our contract is complete.”

For some reason she felt a burst of magic and something else that she couldn’t identify before Max whispered, “I’m so sorry for this.” Then the odd feeling left along with Max.

Knowing that she was alone she fell to the sheets and curled up as much as possible, silently crying.