Nefertari made a come-hither gesture with a crooked finger. "Go on, use that magic. I know you are overflowing with it."

Silver wasn't sure exactly what magic she wanted. He stepped forward though, away from the frightened pegasus. "What do you want, Nefertari?"

She smiled gently. "The spirits say you are full of things, including that warrior spirit. Come, show me." She lashed out a paw and the pegasus shrieked in sudden pain and fell over. "Or I can amuse myself with her, if her guardian isn't able to protect her."

Silver felt a fresh wave of anger flow through him, but he wouldn't be goaded into a blind fury so easily. He manifested his silver hands and moved to grab her wrists, but she nimbly ducked side, laughing. "So slow and obvious, is that the best you can do?"

Could she see his magic? He frowned at the thought, even if it made sense that a skilled and experienced magic user would learn. He retaliated with a spell he hadn't used in quite some time. Heat and flames built over his head. It wasn't made to be subtle or invisible, but seeing it hardly mattered. "Back off, or you'll burn as well as anything else." The fireball swiftly formed, ready to be unleashed.

Nefertari's interest only increased. "Now there is something worth speaking of. Come. See if it can match me." Her form bent and stretched. The fur covering her torso fell away as she became more and more human. Her face lost its snout and she smiled at him as her tail swayed. "Do your best." Her paws were wreathed in magic and her stance implied she was ready for his attack.

His re-tweaked libido gave a little twitch. She was pretty, but on the other hoof, she was terrifying. He never had much luck with human females, and she was frighteningly close, even if her forearms and shins were still furry and animal-like. She had the ears and tail as well to reveal her bestial nature. She wasn't entirely woman, but far closer than anything else he'd seen among the Equestrian races. She seemed to notice his hesitation and laughed. "Does this form frighten you? It shouldn't. You have the soul. Prove it."

Silver flung the fireball at her, but she moved faster than he could see. She didn't even seem to move, she was just somewhere else. He turned the ball to zoom at her new direction, and she was gone again. She stepped in on him, suddenly face-to-face with him. "You're going to have to fight harder, or more clever." She reached out a furry hand and gave his tool a tug before she was across the tent. "Come now, don't disappoint me."

The fearful pegasus had rolled upright, watching the conflict with wide eyes, but not daring to speak.

Silver pulled the ball back and drew the power from it forcefully, refueling his next effort. He struck the ground with his forehooves powerfully and the tent became a carpet of dense grass under Nefetari's paws. "Hmm? A little greenery won't stop me, little pony." Silver ignored her words and bade the grass to grab at her ankles to slow her down.

She grunted at the feel of them squeezing at her ankles. "Hmm, now someone's thinking, just a little." She swung her enlarged claws down at them, cutting too many grass blades to hold her, and she kicked off the rest.

It was time enough. Silver charged her as she cut herself free and managed to get his teeth into her, biting her viciously. He could taste her blood. Something about it made him dizzy. He couldn't hold the bite and fell from her, staggering back a few steps.

Nefertari shook her head. "We are not made to taste one another's blood. Your soul will not accept it. What will it take to get you angry enough? Is that soft pony body holding your soul that tightly?"

Silver stomped the ground as the dizziness cleared. Channeling the power through his circlet, he felt speed and attentiveness rushing to him and he lunged at her, kicked and lashing, but she dodged all-too-easily. He played a quick spell and exploded the area in a dazzling array of fireworks. He felt solid resistance as a lashing of a hoof met with flesh.

She staggered back slightly before smiling. "First blow. I knew you had it in you. My turn."

Silver was given no time to savor his fleeting victory. She was gone, then his left side exploded in pain as she dragged her claws over his furry hide, then she punched him in the gut. Every blow seemed to come from nowhere, and by the time he saw her, she had already moved on. "There is a reason I am the leader of this clan." She slapped him loudly across the snout. "I don't lose." She slapped him the other way, bringing his facing forward. "I don't accept defeat." She brought up a knee as she forced his head down and his vision went blurry with agony. "Little horse, are you ready to roll over and beg for mercy?"

Silver spat out blood. He was cut inside his mouth where one of his own sharp fangs had pierced his flesh. She was fast, too fast, but there was a trick that didn't care much for speed. He glared at her in defiance as a circle of fire erupted around him. "Do that again, if you dare."

"As you wish, little pony." She vanished. The retributive shield activated, hurling fire at her. She rolled around it with frightening speed, but she didn't hit him. The missed fire set her tent ablaze, and she spent the time dismissing that flame. "Hmmph, be mindful where you swing, my 'prince'."

Silver became all the more aggravated. He couldn't land a hit on the Anubian. Nefertari was playing with him, easily. There was one more trick he had mastered. He suddenly sat on his haunches, and sent the magic down into his rapidly-swollen member. The scent of him began to spread quickly even as he stared at her with building anger.

She laughed, "Are you giving up? Roll over. Do it and beg." She put her hands together to show how to properly beg. "Do it and I'll spare you both." The scent reached the pegasus first, who began snuffling at the air and looked at Silver, but she was too terrified to act on the new urges. Nefertari, on the other paw, was not scared at all, and misread the new feelings. She stepped towards Silver. "Poor thing, trying so hard, but even if you do have some spirit, it's clearly not enough."

She reached out a furry paw and rubbed across the flattened head of Silver's member. "Stay still for me." Silver did stay still, glaring at her as she began to stroke up and down the sides of the length. Little grunts of pleasure began to escape him as she seemed content with toying with him, but he hadn't given up. He was drawing her further and further into the fog of his lust even as she worked over his throbbing length.

"A shame... I thought the prophecy had, at last, come to be..." She leaned in and kissed the tip of his member as it oozed prefluids.

His glare became disrupted, confused by her words. "What prophecy?"

She squeezed at the midsection of his cock. "None of your business, toy. It is a matter of those with true spirit."

Silver grunted, then pointed to the ground. "Enough. You want to be rutted. Present."

She hadn't realized it until he said it, but she did want to be rutted. That big horse dick seemed to be just the cure for the fire building in her loins. The jackal rolled over and presented her rump at his words, but she tried to fight it. "You won't make me submit that... casually."

Silver leaned in with a smile. He licked her lips and she didn't dodge away. "I will fuck you until you pass out from pleasure. Don't you want that?"

She trembled as the insidious pheromones worked at her. Silver had learned a vital lesson from Celestia, how to make his chemical soup beyond the merely arousing to the dangerously intoxicating. He was robbing her of agency and will, and he felt no shame in it. "Lift that tail and take off that loincloth, and we can begin."

Her hands lowered slowly, hesitating at the belt line, trembling as she struggled, but the loincloth fell to the ground and revealed her naked and wet sex. She rolled over and offered her rump, and he moved over her. His forehooves hooked around her belly and he sunk eagerly into her tight passage. He was large, hung like a horse, which she was not, but she stretched out around him without tearing. She gave out a feral shriek and spasmed tightly around him as he thrust to her cervix easily, bumping against her innermost barrier.

As he began to rock against her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder. Despite the dizziness, he drew from her anyway. He struggled to rut her and fight the strange repulsion that tried to discourage him from tasting her. Her fur began to return as he drew off her magic, and soon she was an anthropomorphic jackal, instead of mostly a woman. He didn't change. He was still a stallion, and that was more than enough to get to rutting her hard and fast.

Her cries and his low grunts filled the tent as they crashed against one another with ever-increasing intensity. He had defeated her, in his own way, and she was putty before his demands of gratification. His side and face still stung with the painful wounds she inflicted so casually, and he focused the anger of that into fucking her quickly and deeply. He could feel her rise and fall against his intrusion, being pushed into a seemingly unending flow of satisfaction, but there was no satisfaction there. She was lost in his musk and knew only desire, unfulfillable desire.

His balls lifted as climax suddenly crashed down on him. He filled her with huge bursts of virile stallion seed and whinnied on top of her. She tensed, drawing it up all the more firmly with the milking motions of her sex. As his release ended, it seemed the grip on her mind lapsed as well. She suddenly pulled from him and hopped to her paws with a scowl of her own, but she was dripping with his essence. He had won. "I thought you were a kind and peaceful pony."

Silver tilted his head. "I have limits. If you knew me at all, you would have known I go by many names for my past deeds."

She bared her fangs, muzzle distorted in a growl. "You've suppressed my spirit, but you haven't shown yours. Enough. I won't stand for this uncertainty a moment longer." She advanced past Silver. He tried to stop her and caught a fist to his cheek for his efforts. She wasn't as fast without her 'spirit', but she was still faster than he was.

She picked up the pegasus and ignored the soft moans that were a mixture of desperate lust and terror. "Agree to my challenge, or she dies. I have no use or interest in her, only you, curious pony."

Author's Notes:

Silver engaged in a somewhat sexy battle of wills, but has he really won, or just invented new typos?